Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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It is undeniable that when He Yangang told him to get out and hide in the bathroom, Fang Cheng collapsed and wanted to escape.

He had just learned that he was likely to die because of him in his previous life, so he had to face the reality that if he didn't leave, he would be imprisoned.

It was as if a pair of big hands were scratching in his mind, causing the emotional center that controls emotions to leak. Regret, guilt, pain, fear, and unrelenting love for He Yan mixed together in a mess, pulling him into the The emotional black hole can't struggle.

Until he saw a deep dark red blood stain on the hemp rope.

His wrist was only reddened by the rough rope, but there was no bleeding or broken skin, so it was self-evident who the blood stain belonged to.

What kind of action will get blood on the rope?

Fang Cheng didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help imagining—whether he would grind his skin with a rope, or tie a rope to the wound to rub it together, or worse, what self-harm did he do? thing, accidentally dropped the rope into the outflowing blood stream...

Fang Cheng bit his lip, staring blankly at the dark area.

Why does he always make himself hurt?

Can only pain make him feel alive?

Or is it just the pain... that wakes him up and keeps him in control?

In his previous life, in order not to hurt that poor and bold canary, he was able to jump down from more than [-] floors. It seems that in this life, using this level of self-torture to stay awake is also something he can do.

Fang Cheng couldn't help wondering, would such a person really hurt him?

He put down the rope, picked up the trousers that had been thrown on the ground, and put them on. When the trouser waist touched the place where he had just been slapped, there was only a tingling sensation, not even a slight pain.

He Yan has been practicing martial arts for so long, his body looks handsome but is actually full of muscles, how could he only have this little strength... Fang Cheng thought of his frantic appearance just now, how strong willpower is it that allows him to control his strength? Under such strength?

Fang Cheng is no longer a teenager. He lived for 27 years in his previous life, and it has been nearly a year since his rebirth.

His soul is a 28-year-old adult. He has experienced accidents, life and death, yelled at his boss in the workplace, and fought with his colleagues. Bravado trying to scare him away.

He Yan, you are really ruthless.

Be cruel to yourself, and be cruel to others.

So Fang Cheng chose to stay.

In fact, he was not very sure about his speculation at the beginning, but when He Yan didn't push away his first approach, Fang Cheng knew that he had made the right bet.

He Yan performed "Get out of here and stay away from me" with all his heart and soul, but Fang Cheng understood his deepest "Don't go and love me more."

Perhaps in his previous life, He Yan also thought the same way when he handed over the contract termination letter, and even the secretary secretly reminded him, but Fang Cheng didn't understand at that time.

Fortunately, he didn't leave this time.

He didn't leave, so now he can sit with He Yan and share a small cake that is only the size of a fist with a hole in the center of the cream.

The cream is sweet but not greasy, the fruit is fragrant, and most importantly, the people around you are calm and warm.

The cake can only pad their stomachs. After so long, they haven't even had lunch yet.

Fang Cheng ordered some takeaways, and while he was waiting, he went to tidy up the messy bed. The long ginger hemp rope was still lying on the ground. He rolled it up and put it in an empty cake box. throw away.

As for the blood stains on it... Forget it, just pretend you didn't see it.

Even if he asked He Cheng, he wouldn't answer.

Fang Cheng listened to the sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom, and looked out the window at the sky that had darkened at some point, the dark clouds were sinking and the mountains were about to rain.

Let's take a nap after eating, and be with He Cheng.

"Matchman" is located in a science and technology park in the north of Beijing. There are many big Internet companies in the park, and it is the youngest and most promising among all the big companies.

He has his own high-rise building with a full 22 floors, and the sightseeing elevator is dedicated to the president, leading directly to the highest floor.

The scene descended rapidly, and the people on the ground seemed to have turned into ants, in groups of two or three. Under the low sky, someone looked up at Fang Cheng's direction and said something to others, even though they were so far away. , but he could imagine how lively it would be below.

"Ding—you have reached the 22nd floor."

Why are you here?

His office is on the 8th floor.

Fang Cheng walked out of the elevator room, and there was a long corridor outside, with reception rooms and meeting rooms on both sides, it was very dark, the lights were not turned on, and the light switch could not be found.At the end of the corridor is the place where he signed the contract with He Yan.

Fang Cheng knocked on the door, but no one answered. He opened the door and poked his head in. The curtains were half closed like the day we first met, but now there is no sunlight outside, and there is no man in the office whose pupils can see through when the sunlight shines through.

He knew it was time for him to go upstairs now.

There was a walking ladder leading to the top floor, and Fang Cheng felt short of breath every time he took a step up.At the last step, he couldn't stand up straight because of the pain in his heart, so he could only arch his back and open the heavy iron door.

The cold and damp wind was blowing in, the thin figure stood upright, with his back to Fang Cheng, and his hands were placed on the railing tightly behind us at waist height.

"He Alder..."

He Yan turned his head, with a gentle smile on his face, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Fang Cheng? Why are you here?"

Fang Cheng shook his head: "I don't know." He walked forward to his side, "What are you doing?"

"Blowing air." He Yan looked at the tall buildings under the dome, and the green hills in the distance, "The scenery from high places is always very good."

"That's right. It would be great if people could really fly like Luo Yuzhong." Fang Cheng closed his eyes, enjoying the refreshing breeze blowing over his face, and the pain in his heart seemed to have eased a bit.

He Yan looked at him and smiled, raised his arms and held his side face, his fingertips were warm, with the temperature of his heartbeat.

The slightly rough fingertips rubbed against his soft face, and the thumb and index finger slowly slid across the corners of his lips and the side of the ear respectively, pausing slightly when they reached the middle.

"I can fly."

Fang Cheng opened his eyes and looked at him suspiciously, "Really?"

"Yes." He scratched the bridge of his nose affectionately, and kissed his forehead, "Would you like to try?"

"it is good!"

So He Yan pulled him up to the edge of the top floor, hugged him, and hugged him tightly with both arms, "Are you ready?"

Fang Cheng wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, "Get ready."

The two became one, and jumped down from a height of nearly [-] meters. The sound of the wind whistled in his ears. The weightlessness in his heart made Fang Cheng feel a little queasy. He opened his eyes and crashed into the clear pool of water deep in He Yan's eyes. .

"Afraid?"

"Not afraid."

As long as I am with you, I will never be afraid.

"Bang" sound.

Fang Cheng stood on the ground with a dazed expression. The man at his feet was lying distorted. A large swath of blood spread, staining his white shirt red, turning the ground into a bright red lake. Only he stood upright. superior.

All the people below that I saw when I was on the top floor disappeared, and there were only two of them left in the world.

He knelt down and kissed his forehead: "He Yan?"

"He alder."

"He Alder..."

One by one, he murmured the name, his voice gradually changed from calm to sobbing, "He Yan..."

It hurts so much, the heart hurts, all the internal organs hurt, every nerve, every cell is split inch by inch.Sadness is like the cold wind pouring into the greenhouse, instantly sweeping away the temperature of his whole body, eroding him, and pulling him into the abyss...

He hummed, even losing the strength to shout: "He Yan..."