Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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What Zhao Jinghua saw in her near-death dream was not real. The past of nearly ten years passed by in just a few ten minutes. She could only speculate on the development of the incident based on some important plots.

"Chengcheng, you came back because of He Yan's death. I know no matter what I say, you won't let go, but..." A tear fell from the corner of her eyes, "But mother hopes that you at least love with dignity."

She stretched out a hand to Fang Cheng, Fang Cheng held it, and sat on the old chair beside the bed.

"The president surnamed He, in his previous life, kept you as a pet at home, and was constantly involved with married men outside, with deep thoughts, and never cared about your feelings whether he lived or died... Such a selfish person, Will I love you with all my heart in this life?"

Zhao Jinghua was already full of doubts about same-sex love. After seeing Fang Cheng's previous life, she could already understand why Fang Cheng had to be He Yan.

But the past life I have seen on a whim is indeed God's perspective. When Fang Cheng's friendship with Mr. He and Mr. He's relationship with Xu Quan appeared in front of her at the same time, how could she trust He Yang?

Fang Cheng was a little choked up, "He is different from his previous life, he loves me very much now, I think the two of us can be together well..."

"Does he love 'you', or does he love 'you who loves him'?" The anesthesia wore off, and she seemed to have regained some strength, holding Fang Cheng's hand with some force, and her knuckles turned white, "Because you He has the emotional basis of his previous life, you cater to him and help him everywhere, even in order to get his love, you can trick him into playing tricks on him... Is the love you get in this way really pure? Once there is an external force, will it not be shaken?"

Fang Cheng's hands were trembling, and Zhao Jinghua's words were like a shovel, digging out the fear and anxiety hidden deep in his heart, exposing it to the air, turning every flowing gas molecule into a needle, and feeling like a duck to water in it like shuttle.

He was in pain, his face turned pale from the pain, like a porcelain doll that shattered at the touch of a touch, more fragile than the patient lying on the bed.

Zhao Jinghua closed her eyes weakly, "Call your father in."

In despair, Fang Cheng replaced Fang Zhiming at the door, staring blankly at He Yang who was waiting on the other side.

He Yan also looked at him, with unknown emotions surging in his light-colored pupils.

After a while, he said, "What is nurturing? What is... the president surnamed He?"

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, and he saw the earphone on one ear, and looked down his arm. On the phone held by his slender fingers, the call duration was still beating regularly.

"..."

Fang Cheng always thought that he would be very afraid that He Yang would know the secrets about his past life, that he would take back his love for him if he knew that Luo Yu was not his work at all.

——He loves Alder He so much, he loves it so much that there is a lot of noise and panic.

Any possibility that He Yan would leave him would hang heavily over his head like a lead weight, and what tied the lead weight was only the remaining firmness in his thin-haired character.

But at this time, when He Yan questioned him, he felt a burst of relief.

As if the heavy winter clothes were replaced by thin short-sleeves after the cold winter, his question, like a light willow leaf, came with the wind, cutting off the filaments. in front of him.

And he is still alive.

Fang Cheng pretended to be relaxed and said: "Come home with me, I have to help my mother get some clothes."

He Yan followed behind him and listened to his narration, which was close to talking to himself, "Once upon a time there was a president named He who was handsome and rich, and he didn't eat the fireworks in the world. In order to experience the love in the world, he chose the simplest and rude The method—use a wallet to raise a plaything..."

Fang Cheng's words were a little self-deprecating, summarizing his encounter and acquaintance with Mr. He in the previous life in the most cutting-edge way.

"...Using Mr. He's works to make money to support Mr. He, and successfully deceived Mr. He's heart. Isn't this little thing quite powerful?"

When Fang Cheng said this, he just walked to the entrance of the hospital.

His tone was very gentle, as if coaxing a child, "How's the story, Mr. He?"

He Yan was stunned, and suddenly the image of Fang Cheng transferring from another school and following behind his butt no matter what—so he knew that he couldn't drink milk and didn't like to eat internal organs, he knew that he was claustrophobic and afraid of climbing ropes in the dark...

——He really is the savior who fell from the sky.

He Yan couldn't speak for a while, his light-colored pupils shrank due to shock, which was rare, as if the night was falling in the aurora.

But in Fang Cheng's eyes, his speechless appearance interpreted another meaning: he minded.

A burst of dizziness struck, and the bright lights of the hospital campus suddenly dimmed.

Fang Cheng fell into the abyss and at the last second of losing consciousness, he heard He Yan calling his name in his ear.

He seemed to pass out for just a second, maybe a few days.

No dreams, just a deep sleep like death.

When he woke up, the room was filled with soft light, and the pure white strange environment told him that this was a hospital.

He rubbed his swollen and sore temples, forced himself to sit up, looked sideways, and saw a few familiar objects beside the bed next door.

It seems that she lived in the same ward with Zhao Jinghua.

The hanging glucose had bottomed out, Fang Cheng pressed the call bell next to the bed, and stared at the ceiling with a panicked expression.

In less than half a minute, a nurse came quickly.

"Wake up." With a teasing smile in her eyes, she helped him remove the drip, preventing him from continuing to get up, "Lie down for a while, I just saw that handsome boyfriend of yours went to buy food for you, Eat something and get up again."

Boy friend……

Fang Cheng glanced at the empty bed next door, "Where's my mother?"

"Going to check."

"Why did I faint?"

The nurse said: "Excessive stress for a long time, lack of sleep, excessive mood swings, and low blood sugar. We suggest you go to the psychiatrist for a checkup and prescribe some medicine to adjust it. It seems that you are still in high school, and it will not affect your studies. alright."

"Okay, thank you." Fang Cheng's face was still pale, but his energy was better.

Before that, he had indeed not had a good night's sleep for several nights. Even if he took a nap before fainting, in the long-term insomnia and lack of energy, that little rest would not help.

Maybe you can take this opportunity to find a doctor to prescribe some sleeping pills.

Fang Cheng secretly planned in his heart.

He Yan went to help buy food, why didn't he leave?

A small tender green bud sprouted from the barren heart, only as small as the tip of a needle, but it brightened his dull eyes for a moment.

There was some movement outside, Fang Cheng didn't know how to face He Yan, so he hurriedly covered the quilt, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He Yan's footsteps were very light, and the rustling of plastic bags sounded nearby. It was he who put the food on the small table.

Fang Cheng's heart beat like a drum, it was hard to imagine that such a rapid and heavy heartbeat came from a patient who had just collapsed to the point of fainting.

He tried his best to control his relaxed expression, his hands under the quilt clenched tightly into fists, pinching himself with his nails.

After a while of silence, the sound of footsteps circled to the other side of the bed.

On the other side is the window, is He Yan looking out the window?

Then can I secretly open my eyes?

It's also good to see his back.

As soon as he thought about it, He Yang moved again.

He went around and dragged the stool down. There was an unpleasant rubbing sound between the legs of the stool and the ground, and he sat down.

The faint scent of jasmine reached Fang Cheng's nostrils, a small slit was lifted from the quilt, and some cold air suddenly came in. At the same time as the cold air came, a warm palm that did not match the temperature of the human body covered him. On the back of the clenched hand.

Oh, it turned out that he went to the window to cover his hands with the heater.

Fang Cheng's eyelashes trembled, and the faint scent of jasmine became stronger. Even though he closed his eyes, he could still feel a shadow pressing down on him.

The lips felt wet and cold touch - He Yan's kiss was not enough, and he rubbed it, something greasy and slippery stuck to his lips.

The slightly hoarse voice was very flat, but it was a little soft, "There is a child who is pretending to be asleep, should I take this opportunity to eat him?"

[The author has something to say: Thank you for the dog food *1!

Sorry for the lack of time to update because I was out of business on the weekend.Don't worry, as long as I write an article, I won't be cheated. 】