Chapter 115 Going Home

Among the various people rushing by, one particularly tall boy stood out.

Duan Mingxiao was carrying someone's luggage, thinking that he should buy Cong Chun a suitcase next time, so that it would be more convenient to pull.

Ideally, the suitcase should be electric, so you can ride on it when you get tired of walking.

Duan Mingxiao bought him a first-class ticket, and at that moment, Cong Chun was waiting in the first-class lounge.

The boy stood by the window and could see the planes on the tarmac, which looked like giant steel birds.

Cong Chun pressed his face against the window, looked at it for a while, and then quietly took out his phone and took a few photos.

One day, he also wanted to bring his grandmother to ride the plane.

After boarding the plane, since it was first class, someone immediately helped Cong Chun with his luggage.

Cong Chun didn't bring much with him this time when he went home. He only brought a small bundle, some essential daily necessities, and a change of clothes.

About two hours later.

The plane soon arrived at the airport in Jianghe City.

As soon as Cong Chun got off the plane, a car arranged by Duan Mingxiao was waiting for him in the airport's basement, ready to take him directly to his doorstep.

Previously, Cong Chun would first take a bus to Heze County, then take the only bus to Ze'an Town, and then walk back from the town.

Add to that the time spent on the train.

It takes Cong Chun almost the entire day to get home, and it's already dark by the time he gets there.

The National Day holiday is usually a peak travel season, but fortunately, the young master had everything arranged, so Cong Chun's journey was relatively smooth.

Compared to Cong Chun taking the train by himself before, this saved a lot of time.

It wasn't dark yet, around two or three in the afternoon, when the sun was still strong. Most people stay home when the sun is at its hottest. A small, inconspicuous black car drove into the small mountain village.

The driver who brought Cong Chun was surnamed Wang. He was in his early thirties, but he had been driving cars since he was twenty. In more than ten years, this was the first time Wang Yuan had driven on such a winding mountain road.

The mountains here are one after another, the mountain ranges stretch endlessly, and everywhere you look there are low, gray bungalows.

Moreover, the air quality here doesn't seem to be very good. The sky is gray and looks somewhat oppressive. Just now, when he went to the airport to pick up Cong Chun, it was sunny all the way here, but as soon as they entered the town, the sky above suddenly darkened.

Everything here seems to be covered in a layer of dust.

When Wang Yuan dropped Cong Chun off at her doorstep, he looked rather pale; he'd been completely disoriented by the mountain road.

Cong Chun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, slept soundly the whole way. The boy was sleeping very well, with his own little bundle and a large bag of snacks that the young master had prepared for him.

Duan Mingxiao even specifically chose to buy a lightweight one, so that Chun Chun wouldn't feel tired carrying it.

However, Cong Chun only ate one piece of bread the whole way.

A few days ago, he called his grandma to tell her he was coming home today, so she prepared lunch and waited for him at home.

Cong Chun's small bundle was also the sports bag that the young master had given him. Duan Mingxiao was afraid that he would be carrying the urea bag again and stuffing things into it.

Although this thing is indeed sturdy, it can't withstand lifting it too much, and your palms will get red marks.

Moreover, this sports bag is the same model that Duan Mingxiao is currently using. Cong Chun's needs to be updated, while Duan Mingxiao's is already worn out.

Duan Mingxiao arranged everything for Cong Chun, from the route home to the things to bring on the way, making sure everything was lightweight and that Cong Chun had everything he needed.

The mountain road was rugged and unrepaired, so the ride was inevitably bumpy.

Cong Chun slept soundly the whole way, but after the car stopped in front of his house, it was as if he had turned on some kind of radar, and he immediately woke up.

He got out of the car and saw a familiar figure standing at the door.

Cong Chun flew to her grandmother's side like a light little bird. Her grandmother seemed to have heard the car and hurriedly came out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in her hand.

Cong Chun called out cheerfully to the old man in front of him.

"Grandma, I'm back."

"Baochun misses you so much."

Because Cong Chun's favorite person was his grandmother.