Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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His voice was hoarse and low, as if he hadn't drank water for tens of thousands of years: "Why do you know this place?"

Fang Cheng's tense nerves had already relaxed the moment he saw him, and now he ran his mouth full of trains: "I am the angel sent by heaven to save you, so I naturally know everything about you."

He Yan pursed his lower lip, lowered his head again, and said in a muffled voice, "Nonsense."

Fang Cheng withdrew his hand, turned off the light of the phone, and sat next to him in the same posture, leaning against his arm: "Hey, I'm actually a weirdo who is greedy for your body."

He Yan turned his head to the other side and kept silent.

Fang Cheng sighed, the injured forehead and shoulders were still transmitting pain to him through the nerve endings, he was very dizzy, and his body was a little weak.

But they all said that he was the culprit, so he simply relaxed his strength and leaned his body on his shoulder, "I'm so tired of looking for you, and you still ignore me, it's too much."

Fang Cheng's ear was pierced by He Yan's cut, and it was a little itchy, "Can you tell me why you refused to talk to me? I always want to know my crime, right?"

After Fang Cheng finished speaking, his brain was in a trance again. The tone of his voice was so familiar that it faintly coincided with a certain picture in his distant memory——

It was the first time Mr. He met him, as if he regarded him as a rabbit, he spoke slowly and softly, with a very long ending: "Let me tell you about my situation first, if you are willing to accept it, then Tell me about yourself, okay?"

Fang Cheng talked about his desperate situation, and they became contract lovers.

then……

He fell in love with Mr. He who seemed to be superior, but was actually the most gentle person in the world.

……

Fang Cheng himself didn't notice it, so before he knew it, he had imitated Mr. He's tenderness by ten percent—and even infused him with a loving emotion that Mr. He didn't have.

After a while, He Yan spoke in the closed dark space: "The people who were kind to me... are all dead..."

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, he squeezed his palms quietly, carefully considering every word, instead of asking about the past, he asked in a teasing tone: "Are there many people who treat you well besides me?"

He Yan didn't expect to hear such a response, his body obviously froze for a moment, and then, as if he had pressed some switch, he loosened the string that had been tense all the time, and he smiled lightly: "There are really not many."

"Well, then they all passed away?" Fang Cheng seemed to feel the people around him move.

"……Um."

Fang Cheng used a tone of indifference, as if telling Xiao Xiaoxing that the homework would be handed in separately after copying: "That's easy to handle, I'll treat you so well I'll die."

He Yan trembled more violently this time: "Why?"

Fang Cheng pondered for a while: "...I like you, I'm greedy for your body."

"..." Nothing serious.

He Yan moved his shoulders and pushed him away, silently protesting.

Fang Cheng leaned forward in a sticky manner: "Don't believe me?"

"..."

"Why don't you believe me? Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing? I'm chasing you!" Fang Cheng rubbed the back of He Yan's head with the top of his head, but the other party silently avoided him.

There are no windows in the archives room, and you can’t see your fingers when you turn off the light of the mobile phone. Paper documents are kept in a dark and humid environment all year round, exuding a musty smell of decay, coupled with the smell of dust, this is really not a good place to confess.

But Fang Cheng still felt that the matter should be made clear, otherwise once He Beike's shell was closed, it might not be the next time to pry it open.

"I like the color of your eyes, like the new buds of the magnolia tree in the school in early spring, full of vitality - I want to keep it for myself." Fang Cheng's voice was seven points gentle, and three points overbearing. Covering it under, it seems that he is not worried about whether the person who listens to this will mind or not: "I am very vulgar. You are good-looking and pitiful like a puppy. I just want to treat you well and make you a My own puppy."

He Yan finally turned to look at him, frowning: "Am I a pet?"

"It's just a metaphor." Fang Cheng raised his profile, the darkness covered up the desire in his expression, "I want you to belong to me, is there any problem with that?"

In the previous life, He Yan would rather die than choose to love him.

So what will this life be like?

——Intervene in your life, shape your personality, occupy your soul, and let you belong to me completely.

- I won't give you another chance to leave me.

Fang Cheng placed a kiss on his forehead, "Give me a chance."

——Use gentleness to cover up the real heart, this is what you taught me.

He Yan stood there in a daze, feeling the soft warmth coming from his forehead, his Adam's apple rolled, "What chance..."

"Keep chasing you, or do you just agree to be with me?"

"Together?"

Fang Cheng: "It's just a relationship, and after marriage, it will become a family."

I don't know which word touched He Yan, he suddenly pushed him away forcefully, got up abruptly, brought up the stagnant air in the air, and strode outside.

Although Fang Cheng could only see the outline of his back, he could hear his hurried footsteps.

As night fell in the outside world, He Yan rushed out of the orphanage and ran amok on the road.

Fang Cheng hurriedly chased him from behind, pulled him to a safe place by the side of the road, and shouted loudly: "It's too dangerous!"

He Yan's wandering eyes drifted towards him, he stared fixedly for a while, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry."

No matter how angry Fang Cheng was, it was extinguished by this apology that made peace with the matter, like a puppy begging for mercy.He slid the hand holding He Yan's arm, slid into his palm, clasped his fingertips, and said, "Go home first."

A big guy as big as He Yan, but he let him lead him like a child.

There was a lot of traffic on the road, the rumble of the engine merged with the entire night, the signs of the small shops on the street were lit up with colorful neon lights, and the two boys walked side by side on the sidewalk, feeling the rush of traffic in the world.

"Two people told me they were my family and they both died."

"...You said that as if you were going to kill me." Fang Cheng laughed dumbly, "And it's so strange, don't people who treat you badly and have no contact with you die?"

"..."

Fang Cheng continued: "Two people die every second in the world. Could it be that they are all because of you? You said that people who treat you well will not end well. You are wrong."

"Do you know how much our homeroom teacher Gao Yuan cares about you? She will talk to me every day after running between classes to find out about you."

"When I was looking for you, I met Aunt Jinxi. She seems to be very concerned about you, and she is currently checking and monitoring you at the neighborhood committee."

"Several students in our class have secretly asked me how to build a good relationship with you, cheering for you together during the sports meeting, Chen Yurui, Xiao Xiaoxing, Wang Sijia, Xie Shiyuan... There was also a small meeting to help you integrate into the group."

"My mother also knew that I brought you breakfast, and she even asked which ones you like to eat more."

"That's all I know, and there are still some things I don't know."