Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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It was luck among misfortunes that the matter could be resolved smoothly before He Yan came back.

It's just that I don't know if Fang Cheng's limelight will subside in the last two days. If the students in other classes continue to pay too much attention to him, He Yan will definitely get impatient.

When school was over, Fang Cheng saw Xu Quan getting into a black SUV on his way home, speeding past him, creating a gust of air, blowing his hair into his eyes, he lowered his head and rubbed it.

At home, Zhao Jinghua was yawning and reading a book on the sofa. Since her son found out about her pregnancy, she has relaxed a lot.

In the past, I had to hide it from the truth, but now I can even watch prenatal education.

"Chengcheng is back, are you hungry?" Zhao Jinghua got up, her slightly protruding belly pushed the home clothes into a small arc.

How blind he was in the past was that he could see the appearance of pregnancy as getting fat and fat.

For a 40-year-old pregnant woman, Fang Cheng didn't dare to bother. He took out the cold baked noodles bought at the school gate from behind him, and waved it in front of her eyes, "Do you want to eat?"

Zhao Jinghua's eyes lit up, "Think!"

She was clamoring for food last night, and Fang Zhiming refused to buy it because he was afraid it would be dirty, so he almost cried in anger.

"Chengcheng will still hurt people, and the little girl who will marry you in the future will be very happy." Zhao Jinghua took the stick and smiled brightly as she took the roasted cold noodles.

Fang Cheng smiled resentfully, "Eat quickly, before my father comes back."

Zhao Jinghua ate happily, but Fang Cheng looked sad and looked at her quietly with his chin in his hand.

"What's wrong? You were wronged at school?"

He nodded.

Zhao Jinghua showed some kindness in his eyes, "It stands to reason that your mental age is ten years older than others, so if it's not important, let them go."

"I know." Fang Cheng glanced at her belly, "Mom, if I don't want to have children in the future, can I raise my younger siblings as my children?"

"What nonsense! Mom and Dad didn't want you to raise a baby." She glared at him, "Don't judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

Fang Cheng: "Oh, just in case, in case my daughter-in-law is afraid of pain and refuses to have children, I can't force her, can I?"

Zhao Jinghua ate a mouthful of roasted cold noodles, "It's fine if your wife has no objection, I don't care about your father."

It seems that his mother has no obsession with her grandson, so it should be smoother to disclose it to He Yan in the future.

The big rock in Fang Cheng's heart loosened a little, and he took his schoolbag and went back to the room.

The quality of his sleep has been very poor recently. When he closes his eyes, various pictures will be broadcast in his mind like a TV.

Sometimes it's about imagining He Yan's exam in the winter camp, sometimes it's guessing the love and hate between Xu Quan and He Yan in his previous life, and sometimes it's about things they should pay attention to when starting a company...

In short, he was obviously exhausted physically and mentally, but his brain was spinning, which made him very irritable.

He wanted to get up and go to He Yan's small rental house to smell his scent, but his body was full of laziness as if he had lost strength, he reluctantly turned over, and played the recording on his phone.

"Chengcheng, good morning."

"Chengcheng, good morning."

"..."

again and again.

Maybe a few minutes of sleep?Fang Cheng frowned and sat up from the bed, turned on the desk lamp, and began to draw portraits of the students in Class [-].

The requirements are weird and weird, the math class representative should paint his face green, Xiao Xiaoxing wants to highlight Buddhist elements, Xie Shiyuan wants a male version of the magical girl...

So I searched for information, conceived, line drafted, and colored... The efficiency was extremely high throughout the night, and I drew nine people.

But I don’t know why when I look at the whole painting, the brows of each character are covered with a touch of sadness, and even the color scheme is melancholy white, black, blue and gray.

How can this work, their class is not an emo special class.

Modified and modified until a ray of light peeked through the clouds of the skyline.

……

After two or three days of using the hat method in class four, basically no one was waiting at the door of their class.

Fang Cheng's gloomy mood finally cleared up a little - He Yan finally came back.

It happened to be Friday, so he didn't come to school and went straight home to pack his things.

Fang Cheng talked to Zhao Jinghua, and went straight to the rental house after school.

The windy man rushed out of the school gate, and just as he was on the Qianyun Bridge, he saw a tall figure approaching him from a distance.

Ever since Fang Cheng transferred from another school, the two have been inseparable. Except for the quarrel during the summer vacation, it was the first time they hadn't seen each other for such a long time.

Fang Cheng's nasal cavity was sore, the grievances he had received these days spewed out from the bottom of his heart the moment he saw him, He Yan didn't even have time to say a word, he was thrown into his arms, and his chest came one after another The dense small fist hits again and again muffled.

There was anger in his heart, unwillingness, and grievances.

Obviously, he was very afraid of letting He Yan know about the utterly unconscionable things that Xu Quan did, for fear that after he knew, he would feel that the world was not beautiful and would become closed again.

But if He Yang didn't know, he felt that he had endured so much alone, and the pressure was so great that he was going bald, but he couldn't even get a word of comfort...

Complicated emotions, hypocritical to death, like a girl.

Fortunately, he has no energy in his body now, so he quickly rested and rested his chin on He Yan's shoulder quietly.

The back of the head was caressed by the warm big hand, and the voice beside the ear was like the ancient Xiao from the depths of the Taoyuan, with the energy to soothe all restlessness, "Chengcheng baby, I'm back."

Fang Cheng only gave a vague hum, and took his hand and started to trot: "Hurry up and go home, I want to hug you."

The small rental house still looked as warm as before. As soon as He Yan came back, he changed the sheets and quilts and wiped away the dust. The washing machine was still running, and the sound of water rolling inside could be heard, and the air exuded the fragrance of jasmine. Full of life.

Fang Cheng sniffed: "Why is it so fragrant?"

He Yan took off the schoolbag from his shoulder and put it away, "I accidentally spilled the laundry detergent while washing the clothes."

He held his arm and didn't let go, "It feels good to smell the fragrance as soon as you enter the door, why don't you buy some aromatherapy!"

"Okay." He Yan helped him take off his down jacket and school uniform again. The white sweater made Fang Cheng even thinner, and the dark circles under his eyes were also very thick: "Did I not eat and sleep well when I was away?"

A certain Xiaozuo pouted, "I miss you, but I don't think about food, and I can't sleep well."

He Yan cupped his face, pressed his thumbs on his pouty soft lips, his eyes dimmed, "Me too. I really... miss you very much."

He kissed the corner of his lips, pressed and sucked softly, breaths scattered, they opened the gap between their lips at the same time, the tips of their tongues entangled, and the temperature of the air gradually increased.

Fang Cheng's body was weak, he pushed He Yan away, "I'm so sleepy..."

Almost the second after he finished speaking, he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep in He Yan's arms.

He Yan couldn't help laughing.

After staring at his sleeping face for a while, he kissed the bruises under his eyes distressedly, before hugging him into the bed.After I went to take a bath, I lay down on the other side, grabbed his hands under the quilt and interlocked my fingers, enjoying the long-lost peace of mind.

After this sleep, both of them slept until one o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

Fang Cheng was woken up by stomach cramps. He hadn't eaten dinner the day before, and went back to sleep when he got home. He hadn't eaten for more than 24 hours.

He Yan also looked exhausted, sleeping deeply, and the person in his arms moved around without waking up. If Fang Cheng hadn't bitten his lips and scratched the skin, he might have slept until dark.

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