Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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As night falls, the moon and stars are sparse.

Although he slept all day, Fang Cheng was too sleepy to keep his eyes open due to the strength of the antipyretic medicine.

Of course he was unwilling to just fall asleep like this, who knows what kind of tricks Xu Quan would use to buy people's hearts when he fell asleep, but his eyelids fluctuated, and the backs of the two people outside the door doubled, Fang Cheng finally fell into a deep sleep.

This time, there was finally no fire in the dream, only the adult Xu Quan turned into a butterfly, flying between him and He Jing with unbearable annoyance.Even though he knew it was in the dream, Fang Cheng rolled his eyes angrily—everything has changed, even a butterfly, why not a fly?

With a snap, the little butterfly emitted a puff of white smoke, and a fly with Xu Quan's face appeared.

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At some point, Fang Cheng was pinched in the face by He Yan, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

The light was very dim, and there was almost only the hazy moonlight shining in from the window. He Cheng's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, with a hint of a faint smile, "Sleep after taking the medicine?"

The sugar-coated pill was stuffed into his mouth, followed by a sip of warm water, Fang Cheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he regained consciousness: "What time?"

He Yan pushed him back under the quilt, "It's twelve o'clock, go to sleep."

Fang Cheng struggled to get up, and grabbed his wrist that was about to leave. Perhaps his sanity had not returned, or he was so annoyed by flies in his dream that he couldn't swallow that breath. He rarely showed an aggrieved expression in front of He Yan: "you're lying."

He Yan was taken aback: "When?"

Fang Cheng flattened his mouth, his lower lip pursed slightly, even the night couldn't hide the moist and gorgeous lip color: "Last night."

"Have it?"

He really doesn't remember!

"Hmph!" Fang Cheng became furious, threw his hand away and lay back on the bed, "Get lost, you heartless bastard!"

He Cheng is extremely innocent.Didn't he just get into a fight yesterday and was seen with burns on his legs, then Fang Cheng went to take a shower, and started taking off his clothes when he came out...

At that moment, his mind was full of the naked body of someone with a big heart, so he didn't have the heart to listen to what Fang Cheng was chanting.

Fang Chengben was not awake at all, and soon fell asleep again, leaving He Yan lying alone on the other side, recalling over and over again what he had promised him yesterday.

The next morning, Fang Cheng woke up early.

The young man was in good health, and his illness came and went quickly. He stretched himself by the window refreshed, booked the first high-speed rail ticket non-stop, and then began to pack his luggage.

As soon as He Yan opened his eyes, Fang Cheng was already fully dressed and standing at the door, ready to leave at any time.

Under his urging, He Yan brushed his teeth without washing his face, left a note on the small tea table in the living room, and was pushed out the door.

In the taxi, He Yan rubbed his eyes and yawned: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Fang Cheng chuckled: "The ticket was decided early." It's not to prevent Xu from being a monster!

"I didn't say anything to Xu Quan, it's not very polite."

Impolite ass!Why didn't I see you being polite when you first met me!

With a smile on his face, his mother criticized in his heart: "It's okay, it's okay, didn't we add QQ, I just tell him."

Sure enough, leaving early was the right choice.

He Yan had no choice but to nod, leaning on the back of the chair and closing his eyes to rest.

Fang Cheng took the opportunity to wave his fist in front of him, and beat him through the air to relieve his anger. Unexpectedly, the other party raised his eyelids suddenly, Fang Cheng withdrew his hand suddenly, and smiled falsely: "There are flies, let me chase them away for you. "

"Oh, thank you." He Yan raised his eyebrows.

"You're welcome, ha ha." Fang Cheng turned his head to look out the window in embarrassment and guilty conscience, but he didn't notice that the corner of someone behind him raised his mouth, stared at the back of his head for a long time, and then closed his eyes again satisfied.

The short two-day and two-night trip did not bring much change to Fang Cheng and He Yan's holiday life. Once they returned to their hut, they still studied and painted day after day.

Fang Cheng has saved as many as 7 chapters, and updating one chapter a week is the amount of nearly two months, it is so flattering!

But there is also a bad place - money.

Fang Cheng rested his chin in one hand, and wrote and drew on the draft paper with the other hand. What was displayed on the computer screen was the amount he had only withdrawn this month: 4291.34.

The rent was 1400, I reported Taekwondo and Martial Arts courses to He Yan for 2200, and I bought informatics Olympiad materials for 500, and the final balance was 191.34.

Originally, he wanted to find a professional Olympiad training institution to enroll He Cheng for a class, but who knew that the informatics class would cost 500 yuan per session, so Fang Cheng gave up because he had more than enough energy.

Now there is only 200 yuan left in the balance, how can it be enough for He Cheng's food expenses for a month!

Alas, it's really hard to be a pensioner.

Fang Cheng slammed down on the table like a deflated rubber ball, rubbing his head so irritable that he died.

Four days a week, He Yan had to go outside to train and fight to lose weight. Every day when he got home, he would smell the delicious food in the kitchen as soon as he arrived at the door.

Fang Cheng is very good at cooking. Although it is a fat-reducing meal, he always pays attention to the taste and taste. He Yan doesn't say it, but he knows in his heart that he has put a lot of thought into it.

But today they all went in, but there was no one in the kitchen.

He Yan walked around the round table, turned the 45-degree corner, and saw the tall and tall figure in the innermost part of the room, looking out the window through the table, revealing a smooth and delicate side face, exuding unspeakable melancholy.

"..." This is probably the unique temperament of engaging in art?

He Yan couldn't figure it out, and called out to him: "What are you doing?"

Fang Cheng looked at him, and smiled sadly: "He Yan..."

"what?"

"We can't afford to eat."

He Yan: "..."

Fang Cheng saw that he didn't respond, so he counted for him with his fingers: "Rent, class registration, books... We only have 200 yuan left..."

He Yan bowed his head silently, took out a bank card from his pocket, and handed it to him: "The password is my birthday."

Fang Cheng took it slowly: "Huh?"

"Grants and scholarships are all this card, here you go."

"give me?"

He Yan nodded indifferently: "Anyway, you spend the money, so forget it for you. That's all, is there any more?"

Fang Cheng burst into tears, hugged his waist, and said, "Hey, darling..."

He Yan pushed him away expressionlessly: "Don't be disgusting, I'm hungry, cook something to eat."

Fang Cheng's emotion lasted only three seconds before he was ruthlessly interrupted. He looked down at the bank card in his hand, and his heart felt inexplicably warm, as if a husband and wife who had been married for many years suddenly got all of their husband's private money. Satisfied and satisfied.

This is probably the tacit understanding between the old husband and wife.

Putting the bank card in his pocket, Fang Cheng happily went into the kitchen to cook.