Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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He Yan's execution ability has always been very good. He said he would return in the afternoon, and he had already arrived in Beijing in the evening.

I just thought that in the mountainous area in the north where Fang Cheng lives, it takes at least three and a half hours by subway plus bus, and a taxi is faster, but it costs more than 600 yuan.

[Baby Husband: Let’s take the bus, it’s only an hour late. 】

The bonus has not yet been received, Fang Cheng's manuscript fee is not much left after various expenses, and taking a taxi is too extravagant for the two of them.

And even if they rushed over today, it would be almost ten o'clock to get here, and the two of them wouldn't be together for long.

[Seek the unknown: Go home and rest first, come back tomorrow. 】

【Baby Husband: I miss you, and I can’t sleep even when I go home. 】

Fang Cheng sighed, who is not?

But the journey was too tiring, not to mention that He Yan had already worked hard at He Hai's hometown, so Fang Cheng still wanted him to recuperate before coming here.

[Seek the unknown: go back and get a good sleep, and come back tomorrow morning. 】

This time, He Cheng paused for a long time before replying: [Okay, see you tomorrow. 】

Fang Cheng put down his mobile phone, looked at the rich dishes on the table and lost his appetite, poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks, almost turning the rice into rice cakes.

Grandpa Zhao looked at the good grandson who was still moaning at the dinner table, and picked a piece of ribs for him, "The food is not good? What do you want to eat, Grandpa will buy it for you."

How could Fang Cheng make the old man worry, and immediately stuffed the ribs into his mouth, "It's delicious!"

Grandpa Zhao knew that he was coaxing him, and while feeling happy because of his well-behaved and sensible way, he felt distressed, "Tell grandpa if you have any difficulties, and grandpa will let you think about it."

Fang Cheng thought for a while, "Do you know where the oldest tree in the back mountain is?"

Grandpa Zhao laughed and said: "Silly boy, the mountain and trees are one, how can you tell which tree is the oldest, but I know the thickest one, it's just to the east of the old pavilion on the top of the mountain."

"This will do!" Fang Cheng said happily.

People in the village went to bed early, after ten o'clock, Fang Cheng was already under the covers, poking and poking with his mobile phone.

There was no reply to the message sent to He Yan, probably because he was too tired and fell asleep.

He went to the comic serial website to read the comments on the new season of "Falling Feather".

I thought that everyone would criticize his self-created story line. After all, he has rushed to serialize several comics in his previous life. I didn't expect that most of the comments were "good", "brain hole" and "good painting style". words.

Fang Chengmei flipped through the comments, read thousands of comments from beginning to end, and then fell asleep in a daze.

On the tip of the moon, the night is quiet.

From time to time, a dog barked pierced the silent night sky, but it was soon shrouded in night, the sky was dotted with stars, and so were the lights in the village.

He Yan was indeed tired. He hardly slept during the few days in He Hai's hometown. Even if he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his head was like a mess, and he was so irritable that he wanted to find someone to fight.

After squinting for a while on the long-distance bus, I finally regained some energy.

There is still some distance between the bus terminal and Fang Chengna.

But it was already late at night, the bus was out of service, and the place was so remote that it was impossible to take a taxi.

He Yan was standing on the side of the road with his suitcase in a daze.

Opposite there is a very old hotel, with two bright red characters "accommodation" on the pale light board.

I can only stay here for one night, and I will go to see Chengcheng tomorrow morning.

The look between He Cheng's brows was darker than the night, and the corners of his mouth that were drawn into a straight line also showed his master's gloomy mood at this time.

There was a figure moving in the hotel, and He Yang just wanted to go in and ask, when a glare of light hit him, he squinted his eyes, and a minivan parked in front of him.

"Young man, where are you going? Shall I give you a ride?"

He Yan was a little surprised, even the fatigue between his brows faded, and he turned out to be the driver of a long-distance bus.

The driver thought he had frightened the young man, so he said, "There are only two or three villages in our neighborhood, and if you go to the village, you should drop by."

He Yan: "I want to go to Shuiyang Village."

The driver smiled, "Hey, I'm in the same village as me, then get in the car and put your luggage behind."

He Yan was not polite, he quickly put his luggage away and got into the car.

The driver looked about 40 years old, a little fat, with kind eyes, "You are not from the village, are you, come to find relatives?"

"Yeah." After all, he helped him, and He Yan was afraid that the other party would feel indifferent, so he added, "Look for my classmate."

As a neighbor in the same village as Fang Cheng, he was afraid of causing trouble, so he didn't even dare to say the word boyfriend.

"We don't have the last bus here after five o'clock in winter, and there are no taxis, so we have to come earlier next time."

"Oh, I see."

"Which classmate are you? There are not many of you in our village, I should know you."

"Fang Cheng."

The driver frowned: "Fang Cheng? This name sounds a little strange... If the surname is Fang, is it from Xiao Zhao's family who married?"

He Yan nodded, "Well, his mother's surname is indeed Zhao."

"Then I know him. I'll take you directly to his door."

The driver was very warm-hearted, and in a flash of He Yan's consciousness, he was already standing outside the iron gate of the Zhao family.

The van roared away behind him, and he stood where he was, neither leaving nor staying—he wanted to stay in the temple for one night, and it was said on the Internet that the temple on the mountain provided accommodation.

After hesitating for a while, he still called Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng thought he was dreaming when he answered the phone, but when he heard that He Yan was at the gate, he suddenly sat up straight from the bed: "The gate?!"

"Well...it's a big green iron gate."

Fang Cheng's heart was beating wildly, "Wait...wait for me for a while! I'm getting dressed!"

He didn't dare to turn on the light, quickly put on his down jacket in the dark, and opened the door furtively.

His room and that of Zhao Jinghua and Fang Zhiming are both in the East Wing, separated only by a wall.But fortunately, it was a wing room, and one door led to the courtyard, without having to pass through their room.

Standing on tiptoe, Fang Cheng slowly opened the big locked iron door, and he came out completely. A cold air with a familiar smell came from behind him, followed by a somewhat icy embrace.

He Yan's voice was a little hoarse: "Chengcheng..."

Fang Cheng smelled his scent and felt an indescribable peace of mind. He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around him tightly, "He Yan."

The moonlight shone on the two of them, coating them with a furry silver light.

The night near the Spring Festival was very cold, Fang Cheng quietly took He Cheng into his room, stripped off his clothes and stuffed him into his bed.

"You came here so late, are you tired?" Fang Cheng looked at the exhaustion in his expression, feeling very distressed.

He Yan leaned close to him, with his forehead against his forehead, breathing harmoniously, "I won't be tired after seeing you."

Fang Cheng restlessly stroked his thin waist, wishing he could wrap his whole body around him, "You must be tired, go to sleep, I'll be with you."

He Yan let him move, his breathing gradually became heavy, "What should I do if your family finds out that I fell asleep?"

"If you find it, you will find it. It just so happens that you celebrate the New Year with us." Fang Cheng is a dead pig now, and he is not afraid of boiling water.

But He Yan was still worried, "I'm just worried that I'll be angry with your mother again." He held down a naughty hand and kissed the tip of Fang Cheng's nose, "Set an alarm and wake up early, I'll sneak out."

Fang Cheng raised his head to hold his lips, and said vaguely: "No, why not stay..."

How could the young man's anger withstand such teasing, not to mention that they were newlyweds. He turned over and pressed his wrists on the hard bed with both hands, panting slightly, "Don't make trouble, I can see you already Satisfied."