Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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Zhao Jinghua and Fang Zhiming are not the ones who dote on children, but Fang Cheng's illness has been repeated for a week and has not recovered, and he can't even go to school. They have to take what he said to heart.

On Friday, the whole family asked for leave and drove to grandma's house in the northern mountainous area.

At night, Fang Cheng kept drinking hot water, and the anti-inflammatory medicine he secretly halved was delicious. He sweated all over at night, and the fever miraculously subsided the next morning.

The Zhao family's grandma believed in Buddhism, so she took Fang Cheng to a nearby temple, praying to gods and worshiping Buddha all morning.

While eating vegetarian food at noon, Fang Cheng was called by the abbot of the temple.

He thought the abbot saw that he was reborn, but the old monk stroked his beard and smiled, "Little benefactor, do you believe in Buddhism?"

Fang Cheng said: "To be honest, I didn't really believe it in the past."

But he has come to this world all over again, so what other gods, Buddhas and ghosts can't be believed?

The old monk winked at him slyly, "I see that you are frowning, and you have been watching the old man hesitate to speak. If you don't want to say, donate more incense money, and the Buddha will hear your wish."

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This monk is really a ghost who can figure out people's hearts.

"Okay." Fang Cheng whispered in his ear, "I want to..."

When I came home in the afternoon, Grandma Zhao was sitting in the car, patting Fang Fang with lingering fear, "We must move! This house must be moved! I will tell your parents when I go back, I am only your grandson, and I will do whatever I want. Grow up well!"

Sure enough, as soon as she entered the door, she cried and called her daughter and son-in-law over, "Move! Move quickly! The master in the temple said that if you don't move, there will be bloody disasters, and the family will be destroyed!"

Zhao Jinghua panicked instantly, "What's going on?"

Grandma Zhao is fat, and there are not many wrinkles on her face, but at this moment, the center of her brows is wrinkled into a deep ravine, "The master in the temple said, we, Cheng, are blessed people, and God gave us a blessing before the disaster came." Warning, if you two don’t believe it, my wife can be trusted, or let my good grandson come and live with me! Hide far away, don’t be affected by the bad luck of the two of you!”

Fang Cheng was surprised, this was not his purpose, and quickly said, "The monk didn't say it was so serious, he probably meant that it's best to move to avoid disaster. Parents, why don't we move? You see, when I come to grandma's house , I don’t have a fever anymore!”

Zhao Jinghua: "This...Lao Fang, I'd rather believe what I have than what I don't have. Or move to Shuyun District. Even if my son's dream is false, he can live in another place. There is no harm."

Fang Zhiming didn't believe it, but his son was sick first, his mother-in-law forced him later, and even his daughter-in-law betrayed him visibly... What is more important than family harmony.

"Move, move! Wife, you will go to see the house next week!" He pointed at Fang Cheng angrily, "Satisfied, brat, you are the only one who can make trouble!"

Fang Cheng hid behind Grandma Zhao, and whispered, "I'm saving you..."

On the surface, he was submissive, but in fact he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On the ninth day of rebirth, Fang Cheng finally solved the first thing.

If everything goes well, next semester, he will be able to meet the young He Yan.

Ever since he decided to move, Fang Cheng has been in good health, and Zhao Jinghua has enjoyed looking at the house. Only Fang Zhiming sighs every day, reluctant to part with his old colleague who has been with him for more than ten years.

Fang Chengquan pretended not to see it.If you escape from here, you will escape from the bombing that is about to happen a year later. No matter how deep the relationship is, no life matters.

Another weekend, Fang Cheng and Zhao Jinghua were looking at houses in Shuyun District. They found a reason to act alone, and found the old site of Shuyun Orphanage according to the mobile phone navigation.

At this time, the orphanage had closed down, and the low walls exuded a damp and decaying smell, which was rare in the dry north.

Fang Cheng turned his head and glanced at a building in the south of the orphanage. Its shadow tightly covered the entire small courtyard. The sun was not seen all year round, and the humidity became understandable.

A big rusty lock was hung on the iron fence, and Fang Cheng didn't even use much force, he pulled the lock down and opened it.There are some children's play facilities in the courtyard wall, either dirty or broken, completely unusable.

Fang Cheng walked around the only one-story building in the entire orphanage. All the doors were locked. Fortunately, there was a window that was in disrepair and was crumbling.

He opened the window and went in, hoping to find some information that could point to who adopted He Yang. If he could find the address of the adopter, he would be able to find He Yang.

The sooner the better.

In his previous life, He Chen always wrapped his body tightly. Even if he went to take a shower, he must have already put on home clothes when he came out, but after all, he lived together for a year. Scars that are deep at first glance are marks of suicide that may not be left at any time.

Fang Cheng guessed that every day before he succeeded in committing suicide, He Yang lamented the boringness of life, and he had no nostalgia for this world.

In this life, the sooner you find him, maybe you can reduce the marks on his wrist.

The bungalows are not very big, and the dormitory, bathroom, classroom, office, infirmary, etc. where the children sleep can be seen clearly along the corridor.

Perhaps the person in charge of the orphanage at the time thought that no one would come to an abandoned orphanage to steal things, and none of these rooms were locked.

The archives are empty, and there are still some documents in the office.Fang Cheng searched and searched but couldn't find any useful information.

The room is cold and gloomy, and the traces of humans who once lived but abandoned here make this place look like a haunted house.

Fang Cheng quickened his movements, came out of the office, and turned over the classroom and dormitory

I finally got something in the dormitory - a photo album of the children in the orphanage.

The first page of the photo album is a family portrait, three adults and seven children, the youngest is still a baby, and the oldest is no more than the waistline height of the adults.

The photo was very blurry, and Fang Cheng couldn't tell which one was He Yan. It wasn't until he turned several pages later that he saw a very weak little carrot smiling timidly at the camera.

Three or four years old, he is a newcomer who has never appeared in the family portrait.

He was wearing a fat T-shirt that obviously didn't fit, and was held in the arms of a teacher. His eyes were very light amber with some green tint, like glass beads that were easily broken.

It's Alder He.

Fang Cheng quickly flipped through all the photos in the back, but He Yan never appeared again.This is already the last room, and he didn't find any information that could point to He Yan's whereabouts.

He let out a long sigh of disappointment, took out the only photo and put it in his bag, put the albums back in their original places, got up and took a look at the dilapidated dormitory.

In the next second, an abrupt English song resounded in the gloomy space, which was particularly creepy.

It was Zhao Jinghua who called him: "Ah Cheng, there is a house near No. [-] Middle School, would you like to come and have a look?"

No. [-] Middle School is the school he will transfer to, and he has to go for an interview in a few days.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Originally, he thought that if he could successfully find He Yang's adopter this time, he would be able to guide his mother to choose a house close to him, but now that he couldn't find any clues, it didn't matter where he lived.

Zhao Jinghua said that this house is close to the school, and indeed it is very close!The back door of the community is close to the school gate, and it is estimated that even the class bell can be heard at home.

The previous owner of the house was a young couple who just got married. For some reason, they were in a hurry to decorate the wedding room, and they could move in after cleaning it up.

Fang Cheng whispered to her quietly, "It should be expensive."

Zhao Jinghua seemed to like it very much, and smiled: "It's up to you whether it's expensive or not."

"But will it be very noisy? What if you and my dad retire and want to take a nap in the future, but the school is always open and closed?"

She gave him a blank look, "Why, your dad and I won't be able to live in the big villa you bought for us until we retire?"

Fang Cheng frowned, thinking: That's right, I will be next to the benefactor in the future, let me go to work?impossible.

But he still said: "A villa, maybe there is one." It's not too much to ask the benefactor to give him a villa, after all, the money left to him by He Yan before committing suicide in his previous life was enough to buy ten.

Zhao Jinghua hesitated, this house is a school district house among the school district houses, so it is really expensive.But the decoration is not troublesome, there are shopping malls and parks within a ten-minute walk, and most importantly, it is very close to the company where she works.

Fang Cheng suggested: "Why don't you come and see it with my dad tomorrow?"

"Alright."

On the way back, Fang Cheng passed by the entrance of No. [-] Middle School. There were many small shops at the entrance, and there were few people on rest days. It was a little bleak in the cold wind at the end of the year.

Has He Yang ever had breakfast here?Will you buy stationery here?Will you show that kind of smile to others here?

Fang Cheng seemed to be able to see the thin He Yan wearing a blue and white school uniform, with a schoolbag hanging on one shoulder, raising his eyes and smiling softly with the proprietress of the canteen, handing out banknotes to pay the bill.

Very handsome.

He followed behind Zhao Jinghua, silently scanning every place He Yang might have stopped, and the thoughts in his heart grew wildly, wishing that he would be sitting in the classroom of No. [-] Middle School in the next second.

"This is the school you insist on transferring to. Are you ready for the interview in two days?"

"All the materials are ready, and the report card has been signed and stamped by the teacher." He looked down at his feet and planned to buy a pair of shoes without laces tomorrow.