Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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Fang Cheng's ears were a little ashamed, this kind of tone was used by He Yan when he was coaxing him on the bed.

Now in the hospital, what if his parents see him.

So he opened his eyes, with a bit of resentment in his expression, "Don't..."

He didn't speak for a long time, his voice was a bit unpleasant, he blushed and refused to speak out after only one word, and stretched out his hands from the quilt to push He Yang away.

He Yan went to the end of the bed and shook his bed a little bit, then fed him some water, and tapped the tip of his nose, "Pretend to sleep? Why don't you talk to me?"

Fang Cheng wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't bear it, his eyes were awkward and embarrassed to look at He Yang, and after drinking the water, he lowered his eyes and dragged his hand into the quilt, interlocking his fingers.

He Yan rubbed his head with his empty hands, his eyes stayed on his face, and he couldn't bear to look away for half a second.

Even though they had done a lot of more intimate things, Fang Cheng still felt hot.

After a long silence, Fang Chengxian broke the silence, "You...don't mind?"

He Yan wanted to bring him the meal he had just bought, but when he heard this, he paused, "What?"

"I... I copied your game to draw comics." He stared at the huge hospital logo on the bright white medical quilt, "You said that you liked me because of "Falling Feather", but Falling Feather... I copied it. "

Fang Cheng didn't dare to look up, and the ward became quiet again.

After a while, the black sleeves flashed in front of his eyes, and he was hit hard on the forehead——He Yan laughed back angrily: "You have been unhappy because of this?!"

Fang Cheng babbled and babbled, his face was a little red, and he talked about him from left to right, "Why is your mouth so greasy, even my lips..."

A lipstick was suddenly thrown out in front of her eyes.

"The nurse said that your lips are too dry, you can apply some of this." After He Xun explained, he straightened his sideways face and forcefully made the two of them look at each other, "Fang Cheng! I said that because "Falling Feather" You changed, but that was just the beginning. I like you because of you, because I am happy when I see you, because your every move will affect me, my past, now and future can only be you, do you understand? ?”

Fang Cheng nodded blankly, "...Oh."

He Yan wanted to slap his ass, in fact, if this was their small rental house, he would definitely do the same.

But this is a hospital, no matter how angry he is, he can only control his strength, and viciously flicked his forehead again, "Your brain circuit, wait until you get home and see how I can correct it for you!"

Fang Cheng pulled up the quilt, covered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Got it."

No one could see that in the enclosed space, two lines of tears had already hung on the shiny face.

It turns out that He Yan's love is very ordinary, not as many twists and turns as he thought, just like him, like to be with him, want to be with him forever, keep going.

The hydrogen balloon was pulled back from the air by its owner, who not only wrapped the rope tightly around his wrist several times, but also held it firmly in his arms.

Fang Cheng feels at ease after a long absence. He feels like he has transformed into an armored warrior. Even if Zhao Jinghua's objection, classmates' eyes, school pressure and Xu Quan's frame come together, he can use one move to kill the five saints. Skill will defeat them together.

——Uh...forget about Zhao Jinghua, she is her own mother after all.

He Yan looked angrily and laughed at the big ball bubbling in the quilt, fearing that he would panic, so he opened a slit from the side to let him breathe.

Probably thinking about something, Fang Cheng just took a breath of fresh air, and the exclamation of the couple at the door was like a thunderous explosion: "He Yan! What are you doing!"

It turned out that He Yan looked at the airy seam to reveal a small nose tip, and wanted to kiss him, but just as he bent down, he was seen by the two people who came back from the inspection.

He Yan froze for a moment, then straightened up without changing his face, and looked back at the couple, "Auntie and uncle, Cheng Cheng said it was cold, so I'll tuck him in the quilt."

Fang Zhiming snorted, rolled his eyes to the sky: "Tuck the quilt with your head."

Having said that, the two did not show much resentment.

With her round belly, Zhao Jinghua walked slowly from the door to Fang Cheng's bed, frowning slightly, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

He pursed his lips and shook his head, his eyes wandering.

"The doctor suggested that you go to the psychological consultation room. Xiaohe registered for you in the morning. Go and have a look after you have a rest."

The psychological consultation room is a more pleasant psychiatric department. Fang Cheng didn't think he had any psychological problems, but in view of the slightly sensitive relationship between the two parties, he still obediently agreed.

He Yan silently gave two lunch boxes and soup to Zhao Jinghua and Fang Zhiming, and put the rest of the lighter food in front of Fang Cheng.

It turned out that he was responsible for the meals of their whole family, and the parents were not polite.

Fang Cheng was a little surprised, while drinking porridge, his small eyes rolled around, looking back and forth among the few people.

It seemed that something happened between them when he passed out.

After dinner, He Yan accompanied him to find the location of the psychological consultation room. Fang Cheng entered and exited with a confused expression.

He Yan stepped forward and held his hand, "What's wrong?"

"I'm...really sick!" He handed the case and prescription to He Yan, with a disbelieving expression on his face: "Moderately depressed, the doctor said that I'm young, so I can try medicine first, and if it doesn't work, I'll be hospitalized for treatment."

He Yan dragged him into the stairwell, and held him in his arms, "Don't worry, I will be with you."

"I'm fine." Fang Cheng wrapped his arms around his waist, raised his head and kissed him, "Have you talked to my parents? They seem to treat you well now."

The stairwell was a bit cold, and Fang Cheng was still wearing a hospital gown, so he shouldn't stay for long.

But if they go back so early, the two of them won't have time to spend alone.

He Yan lowered his eyes, unzipped the down jacket, and pulled the thin figure in, sticking to each other tightly, the body temperature compatible, and gradually consistent.

"We've talked, and they promised to ignore the two of us." He Yan's voice was light and ethereal, like a loose cloud hitting the eardrums.

But Fang Cheng knew that he said it easily, and he must have concealed the hard work.

He Yan didn't want him to know, so he didn't ask.

The two stayed tenderly in the stairwell for a while, and then went back to the ward together.

Fang Cheng went through the discharge procedures quickly, and Zhao Jinghua still needs to observe for a while.

Back at the empty house, there was still a pool of dried blood in the middle of the living room.

He Yan covered his eyes from behind, and whispered in his quiet and steady voice, "Go back to your room and rest, order some vegetables for cooking, and I'll send them to my uncle and aunt in the evening."

Fang Cheng was pushed back into the room by him. He heard the sound of washing mops from the bathroom. He sat in front of the computer and drew a fallen leaf lying in the clouds.

The leaves have an amber-like luster, like cold emeralds being sprinkled with sunlight, clear and translucent.

Perhaps more like new shoots than fallen leaves.

It is also like the current He Cheng.

After He Yan finished cleaning the floor, he filled the small bathtub in the bathroom with hot water before entering Fang Cheng's bedroom.

Fang Cheng was staring at the screen in a daze, and didn't turn his head when he heard the sound behind him.

He Yan asked: "Is this our company's logo in the future?"

"How can...if you like, you can." Fang Cheng turned his head with a smile.

"It's beautiful." There was a layer of warmth in He Yan's eyes, "I put in the water, do you want to soak for a while?"

"want!"