Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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In the early morning, Fang Cheng was sitting at the table eating breakfast with a dazed expression. Zhao Jinghua knocked the chopsticks that were about to go into his nostrils. The familiar nagging sound started on time like the morning news: "Did you stay up late to draw again last night?" Is it important to draw or study? Do you want to go to university? Looking at your appearance, if you don’t know, you might think you’ve taken drugs!”

He let out a dull sigh, and ate the shredded carrots in the side dish: "My dad hasn't woken up yet?"

Zhao Jinghua sighed, "Leave at four o'clock. There is a big incident in Nancheng. Your father's unit sent a lot of people to reinforce him. He..."

Fang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then stood up abruptly, his face ashen, and the chopsticks fell on the table, but he couldn't hear the sound, and was so anxious that he almost shouted: "What's the big deal? Where's my dad? Has my dad gone?"

Zhao Jinghua was stunned by his reaction, and stammered: "No, no, your dad is going to help on duty, he is in the bureau."

Did not go!I didn't go... It's fine if I didn't go...

His mind was in chaos, he was gasping for breath, his chest heaved violently, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.

A major event happened in Nancheng. Besides the explosion, what other event could there be?

But he clearly reminded the merchants to check the gas pipes, and the days of explosion photos in the previous life have passed safely. How could there be an explosion after nearly a month?

What happened?Could it be that the cause of the explosion was not a gas leak?Has the news of the previous life been concealed?

Or was it indeed caused by a gas leak in the previous life, but because of his intervention in this life, the same ending happened in a different way—the future cannot be changed?The changes he made were trimmed?

If so, then his father...

Fang Cheng panicked, staggered back into the house, turned on his phone, and called Fang Zhiming.

The phone was connected quickly, and although Fang Zhiming's tone was anxious, he was full of confidence: "What are you doing?"

Fang Cheng: "Dad, Dad! Listen to me, the explosion in Nancheng, you must not go there! Hurry up and contact your colleagues, strictly seal off the surrounding area, and absolutely prevent the masses from making trouble!"

"How do you know about the explosion in Nancheng? The news probably hasn't been broadcast yet, right?"

"We'll talk about this matter later, Dad, listen to me first, and contact your colleagues as soon as possible. If there is no other news at 45:[-], please call me back."

Fang Zhiming certainly heard the trembling and seriousness in Fang Cheng's tone, and he replied: "Okay, I will talk about other things when I get home, and I will contact my colleagues first."

Zhao Jinghua stood at the door of the room, looking at Fang Cheng's pale face, her voice turned into tears: "Chengcheng, what happened? Your father..."

"It's okay." Fang Chengtu sat on the edge of the bed, holding the phone tightly, his knuckles turned white, "Mom, I'm not feeling well, please help me ask the head teacher for a leave."

"Okay, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Fang Cheng shook his head, lost his mind, went to the living room and turned on the TV.

Time passed bit by bit, and at seven o'clock, the morning news in Beijing began on time.

"Today at 3:24 in the morning, a huge explosion accident occurred in Hongxi Street, Nancheng District, our city. The preliminary investigation result was a gas leak, and the number of casualties is still under investigation. We hereby remind citizens to use gas safely..."

The number of casualties is still under investigation.

57 people.It is impossible for Fang Cheng to forget this number in his life.

In the previous life, the first explosion killed 46 people. After the police arrived at the scene of the incident, the second explosion occurred because the crowd watched the excitement and smoked, killing nine policemen and two people.

A total of 57 people.

The time of the second explosion was 7:44 in the morning.

The translucent digital clock on the upper right corner of the TV was jumping from second to second. Fang Cheng stared at it without blinking. The red blood in his eyes spread, but he followed it like a demon, and even his breathing followed it. Rhythm.

When Zhao Jinghua returned from calling the teacher, seeing her son's appearance, her heart tightened, "Chengcheng, what's the matter?"

Fang Cheng's throat was so dry that he couldn't even speak hoarsely: "I'll confess to you and my dad when I get through today safely."

The waiting time was the most difficult. Zhao Jinghua was frightened by his restrained appearance and holding his breath. He was afraid that something would happen at home when he was not around, so he asked for leave.

At 07:30, the morning news ends and commercials begin on TV.

Fang Cheng stood by the balcony window, looking at the direction of Nancheng from a distance. The sky was foggy, and the explosion made the blue sky of the entire capital disappear. Perhaps in a higher place, billowing black smoke could be seen rising, but with At his height, he could only silently pray in his heart that the tragedy would not happen again.

Zhao Jinghua fidgeted and circled behind him.In her heart, her son is a stinky kid who only knows how to fight with friends, innocent and naive.

She had never seen Fang Cheng look like this before, his dark pupils went from one extreme to another, like an innocent child who suddenly changed his soul, became unfathomable, extremely calm and self-possessed.

At 44:[-], Fang Cheng's heart beat faster.

At 45:[-], Fang Zhiming called on time.

"Son, what the hell are you doing?" Fang Zhiming has calmed down during this period, and he has returned to his unscrupulous and loving fatherly appearance in front of Fang Cheng. In the past, fortunately, I was promoted a while ago, otherwise I would have to run back and forth."

"That's good." Fang Cheng closed his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief, "When are you going home?"

Fang Zhiming: "There are not enough people in the bureau. I may not be able to go back at night. You and your mother should pay attention to safety. By the way, how did you know about the explosion?"

"I'll tell you when you come back." Fang Cheng has already decided to confess, but after all, it's a mysterious matter, and he might not be able to explain it in person, let alone on the phone.

"Alright, then hang up first, I'm busy."

"If the bureau sends you to Nancheng, you must tell me."

"I know, I know, a housekeeper like your mother."

Fang Cheng hung up the phone, looked at Zhao Jinghua, and showed a relieved smile: "It seems...it's all right."

Zhao Jinghua was not relaxed, her brows were still tightly frowned, "What's going on, please tell me clearly."

Fang Cheng's nerves had been tense all morning, but when he relaxed at this moment, his legs went limp, and he slumped on the sofa: "Wait for my dad to come back."

"No, tell me now."

"..." He looked at her unquestionable appearance, sighed, and said slowly, "I actually died once."

Zhao Jinghua: "..."

"It may also be that another parallel time and space sent me the memory. In short, after I had a fever last year, I knew what would happen to our family in the next ten years."

Zhao Jinghua remembered something, her eyes rounded in shock: "Then you are clamoring to move..."

"It was to save my dad from this bombing. I knew there was going to be a bombing in Nancheng. If we hadn't moved, my dad would have been one of the police officers sent to the scene and died in the second bombing. .You lose your husband, I lose my father."

"Later, you got cancer because of being in a bad mood all year round. I died because of an accident, and then I came back." Fang Cheng skipped the matter between himself and He Yan, telling the truth.

"Just now I was confirming whether this second explosion happened. But now it seems that it did not." Fang Cheng chuckled lightly, as if laughing at his own incompetence: "Actually, I also tried to prevent this explosion. Yes. I went back to Nancheng during the summer vacation, and told the merchants in Hongxi Street to overhaul the gas, but the explosion still happened."

His eyes gradually became puzzled, "The day of the explosion in the previous life was August 24th. Due to my intervention, the present life was delayed by nearly a month, but it still happened. Then do I count as changing history? If the first The first explosion can be postponed, will the second explosion also be postponed? Can the future be changed, and will it be corrected in its own way? If so, then no matter what I do, we will go On the old road of the previous life?"

Just when he fell into the vicious circle of self-doubt and couldn't extricate himself, a warm palm was attached to the back of his hand. Zhao Jinghua stroked him affectionately and said softly: "Chengcheng, no matter whether the future can be changed or not, at least our family is living together now." Together."

Fang Cheng blinked, "Do you believe me?"

"To be honest, I don't really believe it." Zhao Jinghua smiled softly, "But what does it matter, even if my son is a second child, I also know that he is a second child who can travel through time and space for the sake of his family."

Fang Cheng: "..." Suddenly, I didn't feel so sad.

The sad atmosphere was interrupted, and Zhao Jinghua's voice was still soft: "If it is your father's and my fate to die in the line of duty and miss you, then let's cherish every day while we are still together. And with you, we Isn’t it already possible to avoid this kind of ending as much as possible? Do your best to obey the destiny, and as long as you have a clear heart, death is a worthy death.”

Do your best and obey the destiny...but I can't seem to do it.

He couldn't imagine what kind of walking dead he would become if he lost his parents and He Yan again.

Fang Cheng was silent for a while, pressed his chest, and said, "I'm done confessing to you. Believe it or not, that's all it is. My dad will leave it to you. I don't want to explain it again. Alright , I’ve asked for leave anyway, I’ll go back and squat for a while, and go to school in the afternoon.”

Zhao Jinghua looked at him lovingly, "Go, I will also take this opportunity to rest for a day."

When Fang Cheng returned to the room, she slowly exhaled foul breath, her soft expression was gone, she bit her lower lip and thought for a long time, then called her husband with her mobile phone.