Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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That was the first time he met the big boss behind the "Stickman" in the three years since he joined the company.

He Yan was very thin, and he could even see the protruding end of his collarbone when he was wearing a white shirt.The hair is very black, but not shiny; the eye color is very light and unique, it is yellow-green like fallen leaves.His face was too small, the thick dark circles under his eyes almost took up half of his face, his complexion was pale and dull, like a vampire at the end of his life.

But it can still be seen that he is very young, and his whole body is full of bookishness that cannot be blocked by fragility.

He Yan's secretary took Fang Cheng to the top floor of the "Matchman" building. Half of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows in the office were covered by curtains, and the other half boldly accepted all the bright sunshine of the June weather outside.

The light filled the dark half with light. He Yan sat at the desk in the shadow, propped his forehead with one hand, and crushed the burning cigarette into the ashtray with the other.

The secretary said: "Mr. He, according to your request, we have a candidate. He is an employee of our company, one year younger than you, and has a good reputation among colleagues."

He Yan raised his eyelids and smiled softly, "Thank you, you go out first, I'll talk to him."

"Alright Mr. He."

The secretary walked to the door, and at the last second of closing the door, reminded He Yang: "Mr. He, don't force yourself."

He Yan nodded meekly, left the leather office chair, and closed the other half of the curtains.The curtains are not heavy, and the sunlight outside the window is strong, so the room is still bright, but much cooler.

"Sit down." He Cheng said.

Fang Cheng sat anxiously on the sofa for welcoming guests, not knowing where to put his hands.

Mr. He of "Matchman" started from scratch, and it took only four years to create the world of "Luoyu" with an extremely complete world view.Countless players flocked to him and pushed him to the altar.

Such a myth, but few people have seen his true face.

Fang Cheng joined the matchmaker as soon as he graduated. He is an older generation of original painters in the company, but this is the first time he has met him face to face.

He Yan saw his discomfort, poured him a glass of water, bent his lips and said softly: "Let me tell you about my situation first, and if you are willing to accept, then introduce yourself to me, okay? "

His voice was too gentle, light and floating, swaying in the air, hitting Fang Cheng's eardrum.

"I hope to establish an intimate relationship with you. You can regard it as a love affair or as a nurturing relationship. The money and conditions are arbitrary, and the time limit is one year. The only requirement is that you have to be with me wholeheartedly during this period. With me, work can be temporarily suspended. Of course, you can return to your original post after a year."

He Yan didn't look into Fang Cheng's eyes when he spoke. Although his voice was gentle, his tone was deep, like an AI with an emotionless voice.

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, his mind shocked.After pursing his lower lip and being silent for a long time, he finally said the first sentence after coming in: "I hope you can help treat my mother. If you can, I will accept it."

He Yan was not very surprised, and his smile was exactly the same as before, "Okay."

Fang Cheng said: "My name is Fang Cheng, 27 years old, male. I am the original painter of 'Stickman'. I have been working for three years. There is only one mother in my family. I am currently being treated in Nancheng No.1 Civil Hospital. I have no bad habits, and occasionally Drink, but the wine is good, can cook, but the taste is average..."

He said everything he could think of, but He Yan didn't interrupt him, and listened quietly with his head down, like a dummy.

"... I like to draw, and I like to watch some unnutritious variety shows. It's gone."

Only then did He Yan look at him, his eyes like fallen leaves wrapped in ice were not moved at all, but his smile was still soft and calm: "I understand, can I sign the contract now?"

Fang Cheng picked up the signature pen on the table, his knuckles turned white, and said after exhaling, "Yes."

He Yan watched him sign his name, his eyes flickered, "The contract is established, can you come and give me a hug?"

……

The life of being fostered is very different from Fang Cheng's imagination.

He Yan never touched him, the most intimate gestures were just hugging and kissing - only the forehead and the top of the hair, not even the cheeks.

He Yan's sleep quality is very poor. The light is too bright and he can't fall asleep. If there is no light at all, he will have nightmares; he can't see the fire, and he can't see long objects longer than [-] centimeters; he has claustrophobia. Connected, even the toilet is no exception.Therefore, even the elevator dedicated to the president of the company is designed as a fully transparent sightseeing elevator.

He always wears a gentle and gentle smile, like a programmed program, and the arc of his mouth rarely deviates.

A person with superior looks, tall and straight figure, good social status and gentle personality, it is hard not to let a little gay who is pregnant with a solo mother fall in love with him.

Fang Cheng always keeps in mind his own position - he is just a bird in a cage used by the boss for entertainment when he is bored.

But even if he reminded himself day and night, he still couldn't help falling into the tender land of He Yan.

He Cheng has a soft spot for Fang Cheng's hair.He has always been in charge of blowing the hair after taking a bath. He often caresses the soft hair, and occasionally wraps it around his fingers. Resting his chin there, he wrapped Fang Cheng in his arms and surrounded him with himself.

He Yan's tenderness is soft and silent. He treats everyone the same, to the aunt who comes to clean the house, to the secretary who reports on work, and even to the shareholders who discuss the future development path of "Stickman" with him at the meeting...

Sometimes Fang Cheng can't feel his own specialness, but the next second he will indulge in He Yan's deep and clear eyes like a lake under the sun.

Fang Cheng's mother was taken to a private hospital and received the most advanced treatment at home and abroad.When he was with He Yan, he often forgot that his spine was deeply bent by life.

He fell in love with such days.

The benefactor is gentle and considerate and doesn't mess around. Every day, he draws the comics he has long wanted to draw. Even if the manuscript fee is not as expensive as the bouquet of flowers that the benefactor gave him, Fang Cheng is extremely satisfied.

He Yan spoiled him like a child, making him unable to restrain himself from wanting to repay him.

Fang Cheng wanted him to be more like a normal person, so he began to think of ways to help him get rid of his eccentricities.

It took him half a year to help He Cheng overcome his long-strip phobia.Every time he went out to visit Fang's mother, he would stand in the porch, waiting for his benefactor to tie his shoelaces.

He used to not be allowed to wear shoes with laces, but now he can use his clean and slender fingers to calmly draw a perfect bow on the upper of his shoes.

Fang Cheng felt that he was great. Although he didn't sleep with him, he really helped him.

——Until one day, He Yan's secretary found him, and showed him the surveillance at home with a full face of hesitation:

After Fang Cheng left, He Yanhui fell to the ground trembling all over, struggling and moaning in pain.His cold sweat would wet the light wood-colored floor and turn it dark wood-colored, his arms and legs would hit the corners of the hallway and cause bruises, and when it was serious, he would stumble and run to the bathroom to vomit in the dark...

But when it was almost time for Fang Cheng to come back, he would force himself to get up, tidy up everything, and put on that unchanging smile, as if nothing had happened.

The secretary said: "You can help him overcome his fear, but I hope you will be more patient."

From then on, Fang Cheng never wanted to change anything about him—he dared not.

He also sank deeper.

……

As the one-year agreement gradually came to an end, He Yan gradually showed an almost paranoid possessiveness towards him.

He was not allowed to go out to see his mother, he was not allowed to see outsiders, and even the secretary had to be separated from the room when he came over, like a canary in captivity.Every night when he sleeps, he has to hold Fang Cheng tightly in his arms, without the slightest gap between his bodies, as if he is afraid that he will escape...

Just when Fang Cheng thought that He Yan also had some thoughts about him, he summoned up his courage and made a shy invitation—he thought it was an opportunity to change their relationship.

Unexpectedly, He Yan just patted the top of his hair, his smile remained unchanged, "After the contract is over, find someone who loves you more."

He wouldn't touch him.

The thoughts of the past six months are like a joke.

On the last day of the agreement, He Yan took Fang Cheng to the office where they first met. The two sat in the same position as before, and even their movements were exactly the same as a year ago.

He Yan said: "It's over, you can go."

Fang Cheng was silent for a while, then said hoarsely: "Okay."

As soon as this word came out, He Yan's back slightly bent.But Fang Cheng lowered his eyes and saw nothing.

The secretary was waiting by the side. Seeing that they seemed to have nothing to say, he stepped forward and put the prepared things in front of Fang Cheng: "This is your salary for this year. You can continue to work in the original department starting tomorrow. Your mother will also continue to be treated in a private hospital until you both want to leave the hospital yourself. Now, you can go."

Fang Cheng took the file bag and got up, took a deep look at He Yan, as if drowned in a sinking pool, he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

The secretary sent Fang Cheng downstairs. While waiting for the elevator, she had a businesslike expression, but there was a trace of unclear emotion hidden in her words: "Mr. Fang, if possible, I hope you can stay."

"you hope to?"

"Boss He hopes so too."

Fang Cheng chuckled, "I'm just doing it for money."

The secretary pursed her lips, "Okay, as you wish."

The survival rate of esophageal cancer is very low, but Zhao Jinghua, Fang's mother, is recovering very well.

The environment in the private hospital is good, and the nurses are very kind. Every time he goes to the hospital, many nurses will come to inquire.

Fang Cheng never told his mother that he was a crook, and his friends also tacitly helped to hide it. It seems that Zhao Jinghua has already started to choose a daughter-in-law here.

At this juncture, he didn't dare to come out to her, so he could only smile perfunctorily every time.

There is a lot of money in the card that He Yan gave him, enough to allow his mother to stay in this hospital for a lifetime, and his work has also been upgraded to a higher level. He has brought three new painters under him. When they are trained, they say that they cannot compete for the director .

——Although he didn't want to be a boss.

Except for leaving He Cheng, everything is going in a good direction.

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However, a sudden change occurred, and the day after the agreement ended, He Yang committed suicide.

All the money he left was donated to the orphanage, the shares were divided up, and "Stickman" continued to operate as usual.

"It is reported that President He of the 'Stickman' was born as an orphan and lived in the Shuyun Orphanage. After the orphanage closed down, he was adopted nearby. His adoptive father had a violent tendency. His tragic childhood caused him to have a huge hidden danger in his spirit. Finally, this year In the end, I chose to end my own life."

"The police have ruled out the possibility of homicide. The suicide note left by the deceased is complete and the inheritance is clearly distributed. He must have thought of committing suicide a long time ago."

"He created the unique 'Falling Feather' for us. Death is not the end of life. We have reason to believe that he just went to the world of 'Falling Feather', where he will have a carefree childhood and a happy life. The one who loved him all his life."

Zhao Jinghua sat by the bed and watched short videos, sighing frequently, "Why can't you think about such a good guy? He is as old as you, but unfortunately, he is so handsome..."

Fang Cheng didn't hear what she was saying at all, and he was stunned. The network in his brain that received news suddenly froze, but his heart cracked a crack before it, as if he had left his body and ran to the North Pole alone to be confronted. The cold astral storm hit.

His Adam's apple rolled, and before all the emotions overwhelmed him, he stood up abruptly: "Mom, I have something to do suddenly, so I'm leaving first."

He ran out of the ward in stride, and staggered when he passed the door.

His whole body was trembling unconsciously, and his brain finally received the sudden bad news, as if he had fallen into the deepest part of the seabed, the sea water was icy cold, and the water pressure squeezed his whole body into deformation.

The gorgeous sunlight was a bit dazzling, pulling him back to the real world.He propped his knees against the hospital door and panted violently. It seemed that some poisonous gas was mixed in the air, which made his breathing sting.

false...impossible...

He took out the mobile phone in his pocket and found the contact information of Secretary He Cheng. When he made a call, he realized that he was shaking so badly that he had called the wrong person several times.

How could it be... He is so gentle, he is always smiling, he likes touching his head the most... How could it be, it must be a misunderstanding...

The secretary's voice was as calm as ever, as emotionless as a robot.But Fang Cheng was familiar with her after all, and he could hear her slightly choked sobs besides the mechanical voice: "Mr. Fang, I was just about to contact you."

"He Alder..."

"Mr. He has something for you, please come to the company."

Fang Cheng arrived at the company in a daze, his legs were so weak.The secretary has been waiting for him for a long time, and there is a share transfer document on the desk.

"Mr. He left some of the company's shares for you, please sign it."

His voice was extremely hoarse, dry and astringent, like an old water pipe, covered with rust, and when the faucet was turned on, what flowed out was not water, but rough gravel, "Did he leave a message for me?"

"Yes. 'Thank you.'"

He slowly squatted down, buried his whole face in his knees, he could no longer restrain the choking in his throat, his shoulders twitched, and the crying gradually became unrestrained in the room.

Heartbreaking.

When his crying faded, the secretary said: "Someone told Mr. He that love has the power to destroy and save a person. I advised him not to believe it. He said that if he didn't believe it, he might not survive tomorrow. So with this It's a show of nurturing."

Drama?

Everyone knew it was a play, but he himself took it seriously?

"He's not interested in everything. He doesn't feel joy or sadness, satisfaction or disappointment. He's tender and gentle with everything, not just you.

You have successfully extended his life by one year, which is his destined end.Me too... I was also prepared. "

This so-called nurturing love is He Yan's last self-help for himself. His tenderness to Fang Cheng is that after being disappointed in this world, he compromised and didn't care.

"He's not in love with you, so don't be sad."