Chapter 113 I hope you are happy
Outside the corridor, a gust of bleak autumn wind blew in, slipping directly into the gap between Cong Chun's collar and neck.
The boy couldn't help but yawn and rub his nose.
Duan Mingxiao frowned, his jealousy almost permeating the entire corridor, and looked at Cong Chun with some displeasure.
"Why were you grabbing my arm just now?"
"Stupid Chun, are you feeling soft-hearted?!"
[This young master forbids you from being soft-hearted towards Lu Tinglan.]
【No, no, Chun Chun, do you even know that?】
The boy in front of him shook his head decisively. He wasn't soft-hearted; Cong Chun was just afraid that the young master would really trample someone to death.
However, Cong Chun was actually a little sad.
He had always regarded Lu Tinglan as his friend. When they first met, Lu Tinglan gave him a hat to shield him from the sun, which Cong Chun still carefully kept in his dormitory wardrobe.
Unfortunately, he seems to have a poor social circle.
From childhood to adulthood, Cong Chun didn't have any particularly good friends, and when he was bored, he would talk to himself.
When he was a child, Cong Chun longed for friends to invite him to play together, but unfortunately he could only chat with the little flowers, grass, and giggles.
Back in junior high, there was a boy from the same village who got along very well with Cong Chun. No one else played with Cong Chun, but he took the initiative to talk to him.
Some naughty kids privately cursed Cong Chun's mother, saying she disliked his father for being an idiot and that he had run off with some other man.
The boy didn't understand and kept comforting him, saying that his mother had just gone out to work and would be back soon.
Unfortunately, Cong Chun hasn't seen his mother for sixteen years.
When he was four years old, his mother told him she was going to the city to find work, and she never came back.
The phone number left behind has been cancelled and can no longer be reached. Grandma told Cong Chun that her mother is now living a very happy life.
Therefore, even though he couldn't see his mother, Cong Chun wasn't very sad; as long as his mother was happy, that was enough.
However, he would occasionally think of his mother and try to recall what she looked like in his memory. Otherwise, without a photo of his mother, Cong Chun might forget her in the future.
He didn't want to forget what his mother looked like.
But later, that boy stopped playing with me.
Now, Lu Tinglan is also confused, and Cong Chun doesn't know what she did wrong.
Duan Mingxiao immediately understood the reason for Cong Chun's silence.
Cong Chun may seem carefree at times, but he is actually more stubborn than anyone else and is prone to getting stuck in dead ends.
Duan Mingxiao grabbed his arm and shook it, as if trying to bring Cong Chun back to his senses.
The young master parted his thin lips slightly, his tone unusually gentle.
"Actually, you should think carefully about whether you did something wrong."
"You idiot, you'll find that you're great in every way."
[Betraying Chun Chun is a sign of Lu Tinglan's lack of class.]
This young master wants to teach idiots to make others reflect, instead of letting idiots reflect on themselves.
Duan Mingxiao frowned and pointed at Cong Chun's little head.
[If I weren't a race car driver, I'm destined to be a philosopher with outstanding achievements.]
"Don't overthink it, you're definitely not wrong."
The young master stretched out his fingers and pinched Cong Chun's cheek, making her cheek form a full, rounded shape.
Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on Cong Chun's face, and he involuntarily swallowed.
[So cute! So adorable!]
【Silly Chun, look in the mirror and see how adorable you are!】
Cong Chun's previously depressed mood vanished, but her ears unconsciously turned a little red.
Young Master, why does he say all sorts of things?
The next second, the young master suddenly closed in.
Duan Mingxiao pressed closer, and suddenly he wanted a kiss.
Unfortunately, Cong Chun showed no signs of taking the initiative, so the young master had to come and "collect the debt" himself.
Cong Chun stared at the boy in front of her with her beautiful, clear puppy eyes. The young master's gaze was somewhat frightening, just like the sweet cake he had wanted to eat before.
Cong Chun subconsciously took a step back, but the young master calmly approached, like a cat catching a mouse.
Until Cong Chun suddenly realized something was wrong and blurted out a sentence.
I miss you a little.
Cong Chun had a feeling that if things continued like this, the young master might bite his lip or face.
Duan Mingxiao, however, was still somewhat dissatisfied.
"Just a little bit?"
Cong Chun hesitated for a moment before answering seriously. The boy's voice was like a mountain spring, sweet and ethereal.
"I think about it even when I wake up."
Duan Mingxiao was pleased, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up.
Even when she's asleep, in Chun Chun's dreams, only this young master can exist.
Duan Mingxiao looked down at Cong Chun; he also had the same clothes the boy was wearing.
It's a pity they didn't wear them today, otherwise the two of them could have made a matching couple outfit.
Duan Mingxiao encircled Cong Chun's wrist, lifted the boy's hand, and the young master lowered his head, revealing his slender neck. The boy gently pecked Cong Chun's palm with a hint of affection.
Cong Chun felt the soft touch in his palm and couldn't help but want to pull his hand back and hide it in his pocket, but unfortunately his wrist was firmly held by the young master.
Duan Mingxiao raised his long, dark eyes and looked at him intently.
"You don't need to pay attention to those who are full of malice towards you."
"Be yourself, instead of explaining yourself."
"Just remember, no matter what Cong Chun does, I, Duan Mingxiao, will unconditionally support and believe in you."
"Who made you unhappy? Who made you start to doubt yourself? Who made you feel bad and blame yourself?"
"Just stay away from him."
[Including myself.]
I only want you to be happy.
Of course, Chun Chun will be even happier with me.
Cong Chun's heart skipped a beat, and the next second the boy suddenly laughed out loud at Duan Mingxiao in front of him.
He seemed to have figured something out.
Yes, there's really no need to care about what other people think; just be yourself.
It was no longer the quiet, hidden laughter of everyday life, but a bright, confident, and flamboyant laugh.
The boy's eyes curved at the corners, like the rising sun, beautiful and lively.
The next second, Cong Chun felt the young master bend over and wrap his strong arms around her legs.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao used his arms to lift the person up and raise them over his shoulders.
Cong Chun's hand involuntarily landed on Duan Mingxiao's shoulder, and before he knew it, his arm was wrapped around the young master's neck.
Under the warm autumn sun, the two looked at each other.
Cong Chun's heart rate suddenly increased.
Duan Mingxiao looked up at him, his eyes full of smiles.
I want you to always be as happy as you are now.
No, it should be even happier than now...
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