The reborn male god will start from the doll

No matter how good the experience is, it will be the past, and no matter how deep the sorrow, it will be yesterday, just as the passage of time is merciless.Life is like a healing process, we get hurt, heal, get hurt again, and heal again.Every recovery seems to prepare for the next injury.Maybe you have to be completely desperate once before you can live again.

——Yu Hua, "The Seventh Day"

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He had a dream.

In his dream, he was 27, walking through the bustling city and the noisy crowd, through the stage under the spotlight and the dark alley, with a stooped and thin body, struggling like everyone else in the well to find the light.

Then the beam of light really appeared, and he ran towards him like many people, but the difference was that when he fell to the ground, when he thought he was about to miss the beam of light, the light shone on him body.

Bai Bi woke up.

The morning sun was not so glaring yet, and the warm light cast a golden radiance on his body.Bai Bi sat up, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly thought that three years had passed.

Three years ago, because he couldn't afford Qingyao's tuition and medical expenses, and his anemic body could no longer work part-time as hard as he could, he reluctantly sold the blueprints he designed to Jia Qi—that is, San Mu'er.He got 20, but instead, he lost the honor that Jia Qi won the silver award in the fashion industry with this suit.

Jia Qi won the silver award of the Leisa Design Award for the suit he designed. Since then, he has stepped onto the stage of design and started to attract people's attention.Thinking of this, Bai Bi sighed, forget it, if it was him, he would not have the opportunity to show this design, but the 20 yuan can save him from suffering.

And the children—

Three years have passed, the child is already seventeen, and he is already in his 20s.However, for a person who has lived for half a hundred lives in two lifetimes, 17-year-old Qing Yao is still a child.Because of too many accidents, Qing Yao, who suddenly became ruthless, was admitted to Xingang High School with the No. 1 grade in T City.

He will never forget the day when Xingang's teacher rushed to Xingang High School and wanted to dig Qingyao to Xingang High School.At that time, everyone in Baihua Community was so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear. If his father and mother weren't there, he really wanted to see the unpredictable expressions on their faces.

Bai Bi pursed his lips into a smile, and buried his head in the pillow.Suddenly, a person gently pushed him.

Bai Bi moved the pillow away, and a boy's face came into view.The boy's brows and eyes gradually grew, and the once immature face gradually became as delicate as in the previous life, unlike the skin smooth as porcelain at this age with acne, and the thick eyelashes cast shadows under the white eyelids.There was no emotion in the onyx eyes that were as black as night, but there was a hint of tenderness. He was as beautiful as a boy in Greek mythology.

Even though he watched the boy grow up, Bai Bi still couldn't resist the boy's flourishing beauty when he got up every day.So he coughed twice, his old face blushed and he lifted the quilt, and while putting on his shoes, he asked pretentiously, "Just ask me to knock at the door from now on...don't keep approaching me."

The young man... It should be said that it was Qing Yao, who walked in front of him indifferently, looked down at him as he put on his shoes, and naturally helped him straighten the neckline of his pajamas and said, "I made breakfast, you finish it Go to work again."

The 17-year-old boy's voice is no longer as cool as it used to be. Because of the voice change, he deliberately lowered his voice, making it look very deep.Bai Bi rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Thank you for your hard work."

When I came to the living room, delicious soy milk and pancakes were already placed on the wooden table.The soy milk was made by Bai Bi with a soymilk machine one day in advance, and the pancakes were fried by Qing Yao early in the morning, and they were still hot.After Bai Bi washed and washed, he sat down at the dining table.

This [-]-square-meter house is very close to Xingang High School, near Xingang City.Qing Yao rides a bicycle to school every day, and it takes about ten minutes to get there.Because T city is a big city, and Xingang is on the coast, the transportation is also very developed, and there are direct buses.

Hong Qing helped find this house.This is the house her colleague vacated because she wanted to go abroad. The rent was originally more than 3000 a month, but now it has been reduced to [-] a month.For Hong Qing, Bai Bi was grateful, but thinking of the death of Bai's father in his previous life, Bai Bi felt powerless again. To live a new life, there were too many things to redeem and consider.

"You go to class after eating." Bai Bi took a sip of soy milk and asked enthusiastically, "How are you doing at school?"

Qing Yao stood up and put on his uniform.The black uniform looks more upright on his slender body, "That's it."

"What is that like?"

Qing Yao clasped her hands together, and said with a slight smile, "If you want to know, you can come to me yourself."

Bai Bi was speechless.It would be a lie to say that he did not go to see Qing Yao.Qing Yao's class time is 09:30 in the morning, and he goes to work at [-]:[-], every time he goes to Xingang High School half an hour earlier to see Qing Yao.He is very proud that Qingyao is now standing on a high place with the most proud attitude, but he also does not want to let the students of this top-ranking noble high school know that Qingyao was adopted.So except for the first report that he followed him, he has basically never been to school in the past two years.

Qing Yao is already in the third year of high school, he should be the son of a nobleman, or the son of the boss of a chaebol group, not the person who squeezes into a [-] square meter room with him and cooks him breakfast every day.

Of course, Qingyao didn't know about these things. Every day when Qingyao came back, he would "act like a baby" and ask him to go to his school. On the second day, he would persevere and start asking Bai Bi to look for him at school.

"You must be fine at school." Bai Bi returned him with a smile, "I don't need to look for you to know."

After Qing Yao finished buttoning the last button, she lowered her eyelids with some disappointment.The young man's delicate face showed such an expression, which was always unbearable, "Why do you always refuse to come to see Xingang? Am I embarrassing you?"

"No." Bai Bi pressed his temple, Qing Yao really became more and more savvy, and knew how to deal with him, "I just don't have much time, as long as I have time, I will definitely go to you."

The boy's expression remained unchanged.

Bai Bi joked, "Otherwise you'll just get into trouble once, and then your teacher will definitely ask you to invite parents, so I can go there in a fair and honest manner?"

Qing Yao was amused by him, sat on the dining table, put his head in his arms and said softly, "You are my most important person, my best time, I really want to let you know."

With a "plop" in his heart, Bai Bi forcibly hid his emotions, "You are also my most important person. Don't worry, you go to class well, and I might sneak over to see you one day."

After Bai Bi finished speaking, he stood up, and Qing Yao gave him a big hug.Qing Yao, who is in high school now, is already 1.8 meters tall, with straight and slender legs, and Bai Bi has to raise his head halfway to see him.Qing Yao hugged him tightly, then picked up the backpack and said goodbye to him.

Watching Bai Bi send him to school at the door every day was the warmest thing in his life from childhood to adulthood.

***

Xingang High School in this era has shed its oldness earlier than other schools and stepped into the new century.While other schools are still adopting exam-oriented education, Xingang has hired teachers from all over the world to build a high school system into a new framework that combines Chinese and Western styles.From the very beginning, this high school has been at the forefront of other schools in terms of grades, teachers, and the family background of the students.

However, even in front of this noble high school student who has seen everything in the world, Qing Yao's arrival still caused a lot of controversy.Before that, they had always thought that the students dug from the backcountry outside of T City should be riding bicycles, wearing white and rustic shirts, with a face of poverty that could not be concealed, speaking submissively, and acting timidly.

Until a boy in a white shirt riding a bicycle appeared at the school gate.He was carrying a young man with a fresh look, who seemed to be his elder brother. They didn't drive a Lamborghini or wore Dior, they just wore the most plain clothes, but they were the most beautiful scenery on this campus.

At that time, the girls realized that Prince Charming is not the kind of noble boy who wanders around with a famous brand to show off, but a young man who lives peacefully under the sunset.

So Qing Yao has become the most eye-catching person on campus from the first day, until he was promoted from the first year of high school to the current third year of high school, his popularity has not diminished, and even some seniors who have graduated come back from thousands of miles to see him.

Qing Yao parked his bicycle in the carport as usual. Since his bicycle became popular among girls, many boys also began to refuse the pick-up and drop-off by their drivers, and instead enjoyed the feeling of riding a bicycle with their beloved girls. The number of bicycles in the park has changed from very few to now full, which is really staggering.

"The bicycle prince is here~"

Hearing the voice from behind, Qing Yao didn't turn his head back, until the person behind him shouted angrily, "Qing Yao, please take care of me!" He slowly turned his head away.

The boy behind him was of average growth, with a slightly fat body. His name was Pan Er. It was said that his previous nickname had always been Fat Er. Qing Yao was so tricked by this nickname that he almost forgot his real name.This person also came from another place. Although he didn't look very smart, he got in with No. 10 in the exam.

Speaking of it, I don't know what Fat Er thinks, I always feel that those who get admitted from outside will become the target of public criticism, so I feel that Qing Yao and him are in the same disease and pity each other, so I resolutely hugged him.Of course, the final result was that Fat Er became the little star in the forgotten star sea, and Qing Yao became the focus of attention.

Of course, Fat Now Er still thinks that the two of them are connected with the same illness. Although this person has extremely peculiar thoughts, he is not bad at heart, and he is one of the few people in this school who are willing to talk to him, so Qing Yao is also on good terms with him. Yes, of course, the stark contrast of walking together often makes others' eyes so hot that they call it indecent.

"I went to bed late last night." Qing Yao locked the car chain, "So I don't have much energy to talk to you today."

Fat Er stared at him for a long time, "We have a physical test this morning, why are you going to bed so late?"

"My brother worked late yesterday, and I want to wait until he falls asleep." Thinking of this, the corners of Qing Yao's mouth slowly curled up, "Then when he's tired, I can give him a massage, heat milk, and make him sleep." It's supper."

"Your brother's cooking is so delicious, what do you want you to do?" Fat Er snorted. Last time he met Bai Bi while walking on Qingyao Road, and Bai Bi warmly greeted him back. It's a feast for the host and guest, "When will I go to your house for dinner again?"

Qing Yao showed a sinister smile, "Let me tell you Fat Er, my brother's kindness last time was hard to turn down, so I can't let you go. If you dare to run to my house without saying hello again, be careful and I will beat you up."

Fat Er trembled, without trembling.