Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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When Fang Cheng was 17 years old, he lost his father forever.

Fang Zhiming was a policeman. A gas explosion occurred in his jurisdiction. He went to rescue, but some ignorant people sneaked in to watch the excitement and smoked. A second explosion occurred and he died on the spot.Afterwards, the rescue team searched the scene for two days before finding half of the burnt shoes.

Zhao Jinghua was almost blind from crying, but she couldn't get her husband back.

The insurance paid a lot of money, and later it was all used to see Zhao Jinghua's doctor, until Fang Cheng was taken care of by He Cheng.

His life is so simple, a hundred or so words can sum it all up.

But now, everything is different——

Fang Cheng looked at Fang Zhiming who was serving Zhao Jinghua food at the dinner table, his nose was sour, and his eyes couldn't help but wet.

"What's the matter? You kid, you've been depressed for the past few days. Did you get bullied at school?" Zhao Jinghua patted his head, her brows filled with worry.

Her face is rosy, even though she is almost 40, there is still fat baby fat on her cheeks, she is completely different from the skinny appearance after being sick in her previous life.

Fang Zhiming snorted coldly, took off his daughter-in-law's hand and put it in his arms, "Don't pay attention to him, a man, he's useless crying all day long."

Zhao Jinghua pushed him away and glared at him, "As long as you are promising, you are still a policeman running around."

"Eat well, why are you saying that?" Fang Zhiming smiled coyly, "My wife eats meat."

Fang Cheng sniffed and laughed through his tears, "Mom, eat slowly, eating too fast is not good for your health."

This is the fifth day of his rebirth.

In his previous life, after learning the news of He Yan's suicide, he fell seriously ill, half asleep and half awake, he saw He Yan stretching out his hand to him.

"Do you regret it?" He Yan asked.

In the dream, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the only color that existed was He Yan's face.

Fang Cheng seemed to know that he was dreaming, and looked at him greedily, "Why didn't you fall in love with me?"

"how about you?"

Before Fang Cheng could answer, he opened his eyes and went back to 11 years ago.

It took Fang Cheng three days to confirm that he was really reborn, and another two days to adjust himself to the state he was ten years ago.

Now that he is doing it all over again, he will avoid all the regrets in his previous life as much as possible.Protect his father, prevent his mother from getting sick, and find He Yan to prevent him from committing suicide. He will rewrite everything one by one!

His lowered eyes were full of determination, and the moment he raised his eyes, he suppressed all his emotions, looked at his parents who were flirting, and said abruptly, "I want to transfer school."

The air was still for a moment, and the husband and wife turned their heads to look at him together. Fang Zhiming frowned first, "What nonsense are you talking about? How good is your school now? Why do you want to transfer?"

Zhao Jinghua also said: "That's right, we sent you to your current school thanks to a lot of connections."

"I know, but I want to transfer to another school." Fang Cheng's eyes were full of pain and grievance, "Believe it or not, but I have been having nightmares recently, in which people told me that bad things are about to happen here. I'm scared and I don't want to go to school."

Fang Zhiming raised his eyebrows coldly: "You brat, you can't even go to school in a dream? When did you become so self-willed? Are you looking for a fight?"

"Dad, isn't it time for your unit to apply for a job transfer again? Let's transfer to my mother's unit together, so that she can go to work nearby and not have to work so hard. Mom, can you help me talk, I really don't want to In this school!"

Fang Cheng grew up to be very obedient, and never let Zhao Jinghua worry about it, let alone rebellion. This is the first time he has made excessive demands on their parents.

If this request was not too outrageous, Zhao Jinghua would be very willing to fulfill his son's wish.

"A Cheng, it's not that easy to transfer schools, and it's even more difficult to transfer jobs. If you want other mothers, you can satisfy you, but this..."

"Wife, what are you talking about with the stinky boy? I think his skin is itchy. Just give him a good beating."

"Dad!" Fang Cheng was a little anxious, "I really want to transfer to another school, I can't even study here!"

Fang Zhiming slapped his chopsticks on the table heavily, and said sharply, "Are you going to rebel? The whole family is up to you? If you want to change schools, you can change schools? If you want to go to heaven, why don't you go to heaven? Let me tell you, transfer is free of charge. Talk! You teach me honestly, and you will lose one place in the next exam, you see, I won’t open your ass!"

The first step of the plan was so difficult, Fang Cheng bit his lower lip and clenched his fists.

After all, he was not tough with them, he lowered his head pretending to be strong and wiped away his tears, "I was wrong, I'm sorry. Mom and Dad, you can eat, I'll go back to my room first."

Fang Zhiming's roar came from behind: "Hunger strike is useless! Eat or not!"

"Oh! The child just mentioned it casually! Why are you so fierce?" Zhao Jinghua slapped him, but he didn't catch up. He was obviously on her husband's side.

Fang Cheng was sitting in front of the desk, with no trace of tears on his face.He took out a small notebook, on which were written various items to be completed, the first item being: transfer school.

Transferring to another school is very important. Fang Zhiming can avoid the gas explosion a year later, and he can approach He Yan logically. If he is lucky, he might be able to transfer to the same class as him.

Still have to think of a way.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Jinghua called Fang Cheng up to go to school, but no one answered after calling several times. When he entered the room, he was lying on the bed flushed with cold sweat on his forehead. Muttering something stiffly, as if bewitched by an evil spirit.

"Husband! Come and have a look, Ah Cheng is sick!"

Fang Zhiming ran over in a hurry, panicked when he saw his appearance, stepped forward and patted his face, "Son?"

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, and his voice was extremely weak, "Dad?"

"Hey, hang on for a while, Dad will take you to the hospital."

"I can't go... Cough, it's a big fire..."

Zhao Jinghua touched his forehead, "Hurry up, it must be 39 degrees up."

The husband and wife drove to the hospital in a hurry and got an infusion. Fang Chengcai opened his eyes again, "Dad, Mom..."

"Good boy, why did you suddenly get sick? Is there any other discomfort?"

Fang Cheng burst into tears immediately, "I had a nightmare again. I dreamed that my father was burned and my mother was lying in the hospital...I was left alone..."

Zhao Jinghua felt sorry for her son, and seeing Fang Cheng crying, she couldn't help it, "My dear son, don't be afraid, it's all a dream."

Fang Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, don't cry, I'm going to work."

Fang Cheng said sadly, "Okay, Dad, be careful on the road."

Poor boy, Fang Zhiming patted his head, "Listen to your mother, dad will bring you fried chicken tonight."

As soon as Fang Zhiming left, Zhao Jinghua went out to buy him breakfast, and Fang Cheng's wrinkled face finally calmed down.He touched his forehead, which was still hot.

In the weather at the end of November, the temperature in Beijing has reached below zero. Fang Cheng took a cold shower last night, opened the window and blew the cold wind all night, and finally made himself sick.

No dream, no fear... only illness is real.

He thought of many ways, but whether it was moving, changing jobs or buying a house, everything was a big event for their family.He is a kid of fifteen or sixteen years old, and the words he speaks are simply too weightless.

There are only half-truths and half-false metaphysical statements that can barely be tried.

Whether they believe it or not, Sa Po Da Roll will take his family out of here and go to Shuyun District.

Shuyun Orphanage...it should be in Shuyun District.

After hanging the water and going home, I don’t have to go to school today.

Zhao Jinghua asked for leave for him and himself, and he lay on the bed to rest—it is impossible to rest, Fang Cheng yelled hoarsely, "Mom! Come in!"

Zhao Jinghua quickly walked into his room, "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid, can you stay here with me?"

She rolled her eyes, "What a young man he is, he still can't live without his mother."

Fang Cheng smiled weakly, "Even if I'm 80 years old, I still can't live without my mother."

Which mother can bear such a spoiled son, Zhao Jinghua immediately laughed and moved the work to his room.

——Fang Cheng fell asleep and woke up again.

— fell asleep again, and woke up again.

Zhao Jinghua saw her son's reaction in her eyes, and frowned, "Have you been having nightmares?"

Fang Cheng paled and hummed, "As long as I fall asleep, I will have the same dream. In the dream, my father was buried in a sea of ​​fire, and you were seriously ill in the hospital. Mom, if this dream only happened once, I wouldn't be a dreamer." What happened, but I have been doing it for 5 days in a row, and I have to believe that there is a force guiding me."

Zhao Jinghua was worried, "Why don't I find a master to exorcise you."

"Mom, you believe that the master can exorcise evil spirits, why can't you believe that the dream I had was really an early warning?" Fang Cheng coughed twice, drank saliva to moisten his throat, "At the end of the year, Dad's unit began to apply for job transfers. Yes, let him apply to go to Shuyun District. Isn’t your work unit nearby? Buy a house there. I heard that the subway has been planned to be built there. The house price will definitely rise. Let’s go there early. Shouldn't it be an investment?"

Zhao Jinghua was a little shaken.In fact, she has long wanted to change houses. Their house is in the south of the city, the air is not good, and it is very far from her work place. It takes an hour and a half to commute, which is really tiring.

"You let mom think about it."

Fang Cheng took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire, "Why don't I go to my grandma's house for a while, if I don't have nightmares at her house, then we'll move, okay?"

She looked at his pleading eyes, and finally sighed, "Okay. This weekend, I will take you back to grandma's house."