Chapter 117 My Only Friend

Huai Shui Village is prone to flooding during the summer and autumn rainy season. It is surrounded by mountains and has a low-lying area in the middle. If there is a heavy rainstorm, the crops in the fields will not only be flooded, but the yield will also be affected.

Fortunately, in recent years, the authorities have gradually implemented some flood prevention measures, and the weather has been relatively normal in the past two years with no extreme weather.

Cong Chun observed carefully and noticed that the things her grandmother had recently planted in the field looked to be growing very well.

The next second, Cong Chun posted his message on WeChat Moments.

A hoarse male voice came from the road above Cong Chun's head.

Then came the sound of a motorcycle engine shutting off. Cong Chun stood on the ridge below and looked up.

A slightly tall, dark-skinned boy was riding a motorcycle. He was wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt, had an ordinary appearance, a buzz cut, but his muscles were very well-defined.

It was a face familiar to Cong Chun. Although the figure was quite different from what he remembered, Cong Chun recognized the person in front of him immediately.

Cong Chun's former friend, Chen Weisheng.

Chen Weisheng called out Cong Chun's name. He had just been riding his motorcycle. It was a holiday for the No. 11 factory. He originally lived in the town and was going back to the village for a visit. His parents still lived in the village.

At that moment, Chen Weisheng suddenly spotted a familiar figure from behind.

Chen Weisheng always remembered clearly which field in the village belonged to which household. When he saw that familiar figure walking towards the Cong family's field, Chen Weisheng subconsciously called out Cong Chun's name.

After all, the figure looked young and was a man. Old Man Cong had passed away a few years ago, and his death caused quite a stir in the village.

Cong Chun's eyes flashed with confusion. He hadn't expected Chen Weisheng to call him back, even though the two of them hadn't been in contact anymore.

Did the other person call out to me because they wanted to tell me something?

At this moment, Chen Weisheng saw Cong Chun's current appearance clearly and was stunned. He knew before that Cong Chun had fair skin, and back then, among all the boys in the village, no one played with Cong Chun.

However, Cong Chun's skin was very fair, making him stand out among a group of dark-skinned, sallow-skinned mischievous children. He quietly stayed in the corner by himself, and his clothes looked clean.

Although his family was much better off than the Cong family, Chen Weisheng found that he didn't have any of the things Cong Chun had.

The current Cong Chun is very different from the one Chen Weisheng remembers.

In his memory, Cong Chun's long hair covered part of his eyebrows and eyes, and his thin and frail figure resembled a withered yellow leaf, always looking malnourished.

Unlike him, who was a big, strong-looking boy since childhood, everyone in the village said that Chen Weisheng was destined for great things.

As it turned out, he was indeed the most successful kid among his peers in the village when he grew up.

His family used their connections to get him a small managerial job at the town's brick factory. Chen Weisheng dropped out of high school in his second year, but his education level was already much higher than many others.

He has been a junior manager in the factory for almost a year, and the brand-new-looking motorcycle he is riding is the latest one he has acquired.

Chen Weisheng didn't know how he felt.

Perhaps with a hint of showing off, he wanted to show Cong Chun how well he was doing now.

He heard from others that after graduating from high school, Cong Chun apparently failed to get into university and went to work in the city.

However, when Chen Weisheng saw Cong Chun now, his skin was whiter than he remembered, and he didn't look thin anymore. Although he was still wearing cheap clothes, his features were exceptionally beautiful.

Chen Weisheng even thought she was prettier than the foreign actresses in some of the movies he watched at night.

However, Chen Weisheng was stunned when he saw the phone in Cong Chun's hand.

This is the latest model of mobile phone on the market, and it's quite expensive. It was only released at the beginning of this year. Why would Cong Chun use this phone, which is more expensive than his motorcycle?

Seeing that the other person was staring at him, Cong Chun couldn't help but ask.

"What do you want from me?"

Chen Weisheng suppressed his doubts, his tone somewhat awkward.

"No, it's just that it's been a long time since we last met, so I wanted to say hello."

"By the way, I work at a brick kiln now, the one in town. I manage a few people, not many, just over fifty."

Chen Weisheng subtly observed Cong Chun's reaction, seemingly trying to discern a hint of envy in the boy's expression.

Unfortunately, Cong Chun's expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded calmly and replied with an "Oh."

The boy carried the blue water tank down to sprinkle nutrient solution.

On the other side, the Duan family.

During this period, Duan Mingxiao won first place in the Formula One preliminary race held at the White Rock Circuit abroad, making headlines in China.

Many people outside the racing circle already know about it.

Although it was just a preliminary round, the participating racers were mostly top-tier competitors, making it significantly more prestigious than the previous Jinghai City Championship.

Yun Lanshuang received many congratulations when she went to the company these past few days.

Although the woman didn't show it on her face, she was secretly happy. Her son, Yun Lan Shuang, was just so capable in everything he did.

She knew Duan Mingxiao's temperament well; the more she tried to stop him, the more he would do it.

Duan Mingxiao leaned back on the sofa playing games, his straight and powerful legs crossed. His tall figure made the sofa seem a bit cramped. The young master lazily lifted his eyelids, but his dark eyes kept glancing at the phone next to him.

Why hasn't Chun sent me any messages since he got back? Is he so happy he's forgotten all about home?

How annoying! Even the latest version of the game that Young Master Duan used to love has been released, but he can't muster any interest in it.

Duan Mingxiao's mind began to wander.

Does this young master have some kind of separation anxiety disorder?

Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao saw a notification on his phone screen: "Your special contact has updated their Moments."

Duan Mingxiao immediately picked up his phone, clicked on the link, and saw that the young master was about to faint from anger.

He went straight to work in the fields as soon as he got home.

Chun Chun also captioned the post "Good days".

Hehe, Xiao Congchun is really happy today.

Duan Mingxiao commented on this post with four flaming soybean emojis.

(Why don't you go and rest?)

After a while, Cong Chun sat on a rock and replied to Duan Mingxiao. The boy's face was flushed, and he took off his straw hat.

(Young master, why are you always angry?)

Cong Chun looked puzzled and wiped the fine sweat from the tip of his nose.

Duan Mingxiao scoffed.

(I have a very good temper, okay?)

(But you, you're always the one punching me.)

(You've really hurt my shoulder.)

Just then, a chick that was passing by suddenly jumped out.

(Hey, Chan, don't show off your love in broad daylight!)

The young master was furious.

(Stupid Chun, it's not just visible to me.) Furious! (jpg)