Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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"Baby is really amazing. It seems that before the bonus is paid out, I still need you to raise me." He Yan let out a long sigh pretending to be melancholy.

Fang Cheng liked his set very much, he smiled, "It's easy to say, my husband will support you."

He didn't care too much, "Well, good husband, let's start writing today's homework!"

Fang Cheng: "..."

Just like last summer vacation, He Yan clearly arranged his homework and review classes every day.

Resigned to his fate, he took out stacks of papers from his schoolbag, threw them on the table and started brainstorming.

The rays of the setting sun fell quickly, and the direction of their house could not be accepted, but through the window, they could see the golden strands of rays colliding with the ice of the river, reflecting on the group of people playing on the ice, making them seem like Putting on a golden armor, the figure shuttled back and forth heroically.

He Yan looked at it for a while, then turned around and asked the kid who was secretly drawing on the back of the paper, "Want to play?"

Fang Cheng calmly covered the handsome figure in his pen with another paper, "I don't want to. If the ice cracks, neither of us can swim, and we don't know how to die."

"It's not bad to die together." He Yan replied.

Fang Cheng tilted his head, "That can't be done." The rebirth he worked so hard for was not to let He Yan die with him.

He Yan returned to him, and turned out the sketch of himself, "I'm going to visit He's house tonight, maybe I won't be back."

When he went there in the morning, He Hai had already cleaned up the room he lived in, and he made an appointment to meet in the evening today, presumably because he wanted him to stay overnight.

He also wanted to discuss with He Hai about terminating the adoptive relationship, so he couldn't make a fuss too rigid, and he should stay for just one night.

Fang Cheng pouted, "Then what's the point of me sleeping alone?"

"You can go home and sleep today. I'll pick you up at your house when I come back tomorrow morning."

go home?Go back to the home that doesn't treat him as one of his own?

don't want to go back.

Fang Cheng hugged his waist shamelessly, "Don't go, stay with me."

He Yan rubbed the back of his head, like coaxing a child: "I need to discuss with He Hai about terminating the relationship, don't you want me to leave them completely?"

"...Then you should go."

The sky in winter is dark and early, before six o'clock, the sunset glow has completely disappeared, and the sky is so dark that it looks like a bottomless abyss.

The two of them went downstairs to Fang Cheng's house hand in hand, and hid behind the carport, feeling greasy as if stuck in glue.

Fang Cheng nestled on his neck, smelling the milky fragrance of the shower gel on his body, "Wait a little longer... I can't bear you."

He Yan didn't say "we'll only be apart for one night" or "see you soon", he understands Fang Cheng's mood very well——

Just over three months ago, because of his insecurity, the other party's possessiveness was so strong that he became sick. At that time, even Fang Cheng said a word to someone, he wanted to kill that person, and then put the little thing that provoked others indiscriminately. They were tied up at home and tortured severely.

It was Fang Cheng who satisfied all his possessive desires. He went downstairs to visit him every class, confessed his existence to his friends, hugged and kissed him as long as he wanted, and gave him unlimited...

These little actions gave him a sense of security and let him know that Fang Cheng loved each other wholeheartedly just like himself.

Because of love, I can change from a withdrawn, autistic and ugly bug to a real person.

And the recent Chengcheng is very similar to the previous self.

He Yan moved up the hand around his back waist, and put it on his back, "Chengcheng, I...I love you very much, really."

The sudden confession made Fang Cheng stiff, and then his eyes were hot, and he bit his exposed neck artery with a muffled sound.

After a while, he licked the sunken tooth marks, "Obviously I love you more."

He Yan laughed, "Is this also a comparison?"

"Of course, I traveled through time and space to love you..." Fang Cheng's tone was soft, but soon became vicious: "So if you abandon me, I will kill you."

He Yan couldn't understand the cartoonist's unconstrained romance, so he just rubbed his chin against his hair, "Ditto."

After a long delay, He Hai called to urge him.

He Yan hung up the phone and gave him a deep kiss, which made him out of breath and his eyes wandering, before he said, "Go to bed early, I will come over early tomorrow, don't you still not get up by then."

"Understood." Fang Cheng reluctantly let go of him, "Go, I'll watch you go."

Only then did He Yan walk away under the dim streetlights.

Fang Cheng touched his numb lips from being kissed, remembering He Yan's confession, the corners of his mouth turned up.

A gust of cold wind hit him, making him shiver, but it also blew away the dense dark clouds in the night sky, revealing the stars, and it seemed that tomorrow would be a fine weather.

Fang Cheng was very coaxed, he went upstairs in a good mood, and when he reached the door, the moment he lifted his hand up, the door opened inward, revealing a round face with glaring and gnashing teeth.

Fang Zhiming squeezed out two words from his throat: "Fang! Cheng!"

Fang Cheng felt the atmosphere that the rain was about to come, and immediately suppressed his smile.

"Get out!" Fang Zhiming pulled him into the door, slammed the door panel hard, and made a loud "bang".

Inside the house, Zhao Jinghua was standing in the middle of the living room with her hands folded around her chest. As soon as Fang Cheng entered, she strode over and slapped him in the face with all her strength.

Fang Cheng was unprepared, this slap made his head go numb, and the burning pain on his cheek instantly forced out his physiological tears.

He touched his face in a daze, and it took him a while to realize what happened.

Zhao Jinghua glared at her eldest son with a dark face: "Fang Cheng! Hehe, you're doing great! You're so good! All the objects are on the male classmates!"

Fang Cheng was dizzy for a while.

Did they... see?

A few years after He Hai was sentenced, he first received treatment in a special prison, and after his condition stabilized, he was transferred to a mental hospital.

The old man at home visits him on time. He is recovering very well, taking medicine on time, and has not had an illness for a long time.

He Yan couldn't understand why the law acquitted such an extremely dangerous person, but if he let him go, he would let him go. He Hai still sat in front of him with a calm expression, even though this place was once used by him to The beloved wife is torn apart.

"I plan to bury your mother's ashes back to my hometown years ago. Grandpa and grandma have already gone back to take care of them. Then you will go with me."

He Hai was in good spirits. He was wearing a polo shirt from five years ago. He had short black hair and could not see a trace of silver.It doesn't look like the one who just came out of the hospital at all, but looks like an elder with a successful career.

"I won't go." He Yan's words were alienated. He called this man's father before, but at this moment he didn't know how to address him. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to avoid it: "I'm very busy."

"What can you do as a student? Your mother was so kind to you before. Didn't you even send her off for the last time?"

He Yan looked at him calmly, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves: "I have lived with her day and night for four years, and I have already finished talking, the last time should be left to you and my wife."

He Hai was speechless.When the child was first adopted, he didn't like to talk. Later, he was raised to be more cheerful, and then he fell ill, forcing him back to his original state, and even became more autistic.

How could a person become eloquent after living alone for a few years?