Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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He Yan glanced at the school uniform sleeves drooping from the table, the air pressure dropped suddenly, as if he had traveled to late autumn out of thin air, and even a green leaf outside the window was frightened and fell down.

Heh, what did you say that being hurt was self-inflicted, didn't you just stare in the direction of others in a daze after accepting the gift from the school girl?

fraud!They are all liars!

The director of the orphanage said that if you cry less and make less noise, you won’t be bullied. My mother said that my father’s madness was just accidental. Now you say that you are afraid that I will leave you...

It was all gibberish.

But it doesn't matter, I won't give you a chance to leave me like them again.

He Yan narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at Fang Cheng's side face, the clear pool water was finally completely degraded into black.

……

There were only three days this week before the National Day holiday, Fang Cheng finally decided to stay and celebrate his birthday with He Yan.So he took advantage of the evening self-study to send a text message to Zhao Jinghua, asking her to cancel his high-speed rail ticket tomorrow.

As expected, he was scolded, but he managed to stay.

He Yan stared at him, making him feel uncomfortable, so he had no choice but to say: "He darling, you've been staring at me for most of the class, what's the matter?"

He Yan suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and pointed to his mobile phone, "Can you use your mobile phone for me?"

Although Fang Cheng was puzzled, he also gave him the phone: "Where's your own?"

"The battery is out." He poked the screen a few times: "Password?"

"1024."

He Yan successfully unlocked it, "What date?"

The day of rebirth.

Fang Cheng prevaricated: "I'll tell you later."

"Changed." He Yan entered the password setting interface: "Change to 1005."

Fang Cheng paused, and his voice was full of disbelief: "What do you mean? You changed my mobile phone password to your birthday... He Yan... Are you willing to follow me..."

He Yan put the phone into his pocket, and pressed his index finger against his lips to prevent him from continuing, "Come back with me tonight."

Fang Cheng was so dizzy from being hit by such a big surprise, he foolishly went to look for his phone again: "I, I have to tell my mother..."

"Leave the phone here first, I've already finished talking to my aunt."

"Ah good."

Fang Cheng didn't realize what he was about to experience at all. He returned to the rental house with a lot of papers on his back, and he came back to his senses: "I have to go home and get the digital board!"

He Yan kept his eyebrows lowered, his long straight and thick eyelashes covered all his mental activities, making him look gloomy.

"Get it tomorrow."

Fang Cheng was still happy: "Good!"

That night, he was always in a state of excitement. In his opinion, although he and He Yan hadn't made it clear, their relationship had advanced by leaps and bounds. It should be considered a tacit relationship... right?

Lying on the bed with He Yan, Fang Cheng quietly put his hand under the quilt, and asked softly, "Can we hold hands and sleep?"

Instead of refusing, He Yan pulled him into his arms, kissed the top of his head, and then turned over to support him.

It was still the night light emitting red shimmer, and the familiar good smell was still there. Just like that hazy night, He Yan's heavy breathing hit his neck.

Fang Cheng felt his heart trembling, and even his voice was weak like a whimper: "You...do you want it? I, I can do it."

He Yan chuckled lightly, with some frivolity in the laughter, then bit his shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

Fang Cheng held his face with both hands on his chest, and looked straight into his eyes: "As long as it's you, I'm not afraid."

He Yan's hands are thin and straight, and the knuckles have some thin calluses from years of holding pens. The fingertips are cool, like the pressure-sensitive pen that Fang Cheng is used to.It's just that this pressure-sensitive pen not only bends, but also cooperates with other pens to draw a creature called lust on the soft and sensitive digital board.

The temperature in Beijing is just right at this time, and the windows of the room are not closed. Occasionally, a car passes by, and the light will flicker through the gap above the curtains.

The pressure-sensitive pen is very bad. After drawing on the digital board, he circled around a round pink button. Fang Cheng bit his lower lip and tried to keep himself silent, but was caught by He Yan. Push it away with the tip of your tongue and drive straight in.

When it comes to kissing, He Yan never seems to know what tenderness is, like an unskilled beast, eating all sweet food by instinct.

Fang Cheng endured it passively, and the low moans were trapped between his lips and teeth. The pressure-sensitive pen left the pink button and swiped to the power hole at the bottom of the digital board.

At the moment of touching, a burst of tears welled up, and the tears fell one after another like broken beads.

He Yan was panicked and at a loss as to what to do, kissed away his tears clumsily: "Don't cry, don't cry, I won't do it anymore."

Fang Cheng shook his head, put back the hand he left, and sobbed intermittently: "Yes, yes... I don't know why I'm crying... I can..."

He Yan relaxed his strength and lay down on the side, holding him in his arms, "Sorry."

Fang Cheng nestled on his neck and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry?" He Yan ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed it, "Do you not blame me for anything I do, and you will forgive me?"

"It's not okay to break the law."

He Yan was thoughtful, with a long ending: "Breaking the law..."

Fang Cheng stayed in He Yan's arms all night, until the biological clock woke him up in the morning, and then he got out to clean up, planning to go home and get painting tools while He Yan was still asleep.

But when he just came out of the bathroom, he found that He Yan was already blocking the door with his upper body naked: "Where are you going?"

"Go home and get something."

He Yan's expression darkened, and he reached out to him: "Give me the key, and I'll get it for you."

Fang Cheng handed him the towel, "No need, I'll just go by myself."

However, He Yan insisted: "I will help you."

"Then why don't we go together?"

"You stay at home and dry outside."

Fang Cheng reluctantly gave him the key: "Okay."

At this time, his parents probably haven't left yet, and he doesn't know how he will explain when he sees them.

Fang Cheng remembered the cell phone he had kept with He Yang all the time, and wanted to tell Zhao Jinghua and the others in advance, so he turned upside down the school uniform that He Yang had replaced.

No... that's weird.

Fang Cheng searched his schoolbag and some possible places in the house again, but still couldn't find his mobile phone.

Could it be that He Yan was taken away?

Fang Cheng had nothing to do, lay on the bed and slept for a while before returning to sleep, and soon He Yan came back with breakfast and a big bag on his back.

"So fast?"

"Uncle lent me his electric car." He Yan installed his equipment, "Are you hungry? Let's eat first."

[The author has something to say: I started to have a fever last night, and I just quit now. I don’t know if it will flare up again at night. I have used up the two chapters I finally saved. I don’t know if I can update it tomorrow, but I will try my best to code it. A chapter is out~ I love you guys~]