After Rebirth: What Should I Do if My Boyfriend Has a Boyfriend?

Before I went to bed, I was still doing math five-three problems, but when I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed of my crush—what should I do?

Jiang Yi looked at the ceiling dumbly, he didn’t know what to do. He even stretched out his arm to touch his mobile phone on the bedside table and didn’t even have the guts to post a post on the Internet. After all, the crush’s arm is tightly wrapped around his waist.

Jiang Yiyou turned his face cautiously, moved his gaze to Chu Chuan’s drooping eyelashes, and couldn’t help taking a short breath. Obviously there is less than a month before the college entrance examination. Obviously the first class this morning was the class of the head teacher, but he was still immersed in his sleep leisurely.

But even so, Jiang Yiyou didn’t want to wake up from his dream so quickly. He stiffened his neck and stared at Chu Chuan’s sleeping face without blinking. Until the sleepiness struck again, he tried to open his eyes and kissed Chu Chuan’s lips. It was so real for the suddenness. It is the dream that I experienced personally draws a full stop, and then he closes his eyes contentedly.

When I woke up, there was a faint patter of rain in my ears. The weight on the waist has long since disappeared. More than half of the bed beside him was also free. Jiang Yiyou didn’t wait for his dad’s big face, but was awakened by the sound of rain.

He hugged the quilt and rolled on the bed, only when the feeling of loss came to his heart, and an expression of error appeared on his face. Wait a minute, the bed in his bedroom…it shouldn’t be that big.

Jiang Yi suddenly sat up from the bed, only to find that the layout and furnishings in the bedroom were so unfamiliar. But it is exactly the same as the bedroom in the dream. He crawled out of the bed in a panic, unable to even put on the slippers at his feet.

There is no alarm clock on the bedside that he smashed down countless times a day but still works hard, nor does he have the old Nokia phone that he has finally bought in order to study hard to travel throughout the city. Jiang Yiyou hesitated for a while, picked up the thin black phone on the bedside table, and heaved a sigh of relief when he pressed the screen on.

The date is perfectly matched.

On the lock screen wallpaper of the phone, a man sits on a bay window full of sunlight, his five fingers spread out and vacantly covering his face. From the shooting angle, it looks like a selfie. Through the gaps of rootless fingers, a man’s facial features are looming.

Jiang Yiyou calmed down and stared at the man on the wallpaper for a few moments, a bit speechless. Just looking at the facial features, it looks a bit like his dad when he was young. Is this his dad’s cell phone? Jiang Yi turned the phone over and over again and looked at it several times, dubiously typing his birthday in the unlock code box—

With a clear click, the phone was unlocked.

Sure enough, it was his father’s cell phone, Jiang Yiyou was relieved. Sit down on the side of the bed with a cell phone safely. Although he didn’t know what happened overnight, seeing his dad’s phone made him feel relieved.

Jiang Yiyou hummed a song and pulled down the menu bar at the top of the phone, and was about to open the data traffic for a while. When I glanced at the Thursday next to the menu bar time, the sound stopped abruptly.

Yesterday was Thursday. Shouldn’t it be Friday today? ? ?

Jiang Yiyou was shocked.

Under what circumstances will the days of the week be inconsistent under the premise of the same date? Either his memory was wrong, or…or it was—

These are two completely different years.

Jiang Yi was startled by a cold sweat from his back, and unconsciously opened the time setting column in his phone—the time was displayed eleven years later.

Who made the prank? Jiang Yiyou ran out of the bedroom holding his mobile phone. He rummaged through the house and found no one else. But this strange house reveals traces of their lives everywhere. Jiang Yi retired from the bathroom in a daze and paused when he scanned the mirror above the washbasin.

Immediately afterwards, he clearly saw the face reflected in the mirror, his eyes widened in disbelief. Jiang Yi stepped forward and grabbed the edge of the washbasin, almost rubbing the tip of his nose against the mirror surface.

The person in the mirror is him, but not him.

It was the appearance that settled down after his facial features were fully developed, but he was not about to take the college entrance examination at the age of eighteen and he still looked like a hairy boy.

Did he lose his memory? Or do you sleep until eleven years later?

Jiang Yiyou’s eyes flashed, as if remembering something important, he raised his phone and pressed the wallpaper on the screen again. Suddenly became speechless. This man on the wallpaper, where is his father when he was young, is clearly—

What he looks like now.

Calm down and think about it, when his father was young, where was there any front-camera selfies and color phone photos. He smiled stiffly at the person in the mirror, but he felt a deep weakness and panic.

A low and pleasant strange male voice suddenly exploded in his ear: “Jiang Yiyou, get up without wearing shoes.”

Jiang Yi tightened his shoulders, and his eyes suddenly became defensive and vigilant. Before he could look back, a handsome and mature face appeared in the mirror. Familiar and unfamiliar, he looked at him with a smile, “What did you promise me the last time I was caught wearing no shoes? You forgot so soon?”

Jiang Yiyou stared at his thin lips, but he couldn’t hear a word.

It’s Chu Chuan. To be precise, it should be Chu Chuan eleven years later.

So that so-called dream? Isn’t it a dream, but a real existence? He waited under the bicycle shed every morning just to take a quiet look. He was standing in front of him now, speaking to him in a familiar and familiar tone.

And just a few hours ago, the other party was lying on the same bed with him, with his arms tightly wrapped around his waist. Jiang Yiyou touched his waist unconsciously, his face became hot.

“What are you blushing? I thought you no longer know how to write the word’blushing’.” Compared with the eighteen-year-old Chu Chuan, a young man with mature facial features and more handsome and aura, Chu Chuan looked inexplicable. Glancing at him, his eyes stopped on the phone in his hand, “What are you doing while standing in the toilet with my phone.”

“You, your phone…no…” Isn’t it my phone?

Jiang Yiyou looked away awkwardly and stammered. My mind is completely empty.

God, what is the situation now.

When I woke up, I found that I was living with my crush. The unlock code on the phone of the other party was my birthday, and the lock screen wallpaper was my photo. Like…

Just like same-sex couples who have lived together for many years.

If it is still a dream, then this dream is a bit too long.

He grew up to never want to open his eyes.

At the end of the last chapter, because it was a fan, the reason was open-ended.

Regarding why there are Jiang Thirty and Jiang Shiba, you can refer to the similar setting of “I received a letter from me twenty years after I was 18 years old”…

I didn’t write about Jiang Shiba’s bold idea at the end, and I feel that I can write another story after unfolding it… so I will stop here. This time it is really over.

Because I didn’t find a studio and didn’t do anything, there was only one imprint.