Chapter 116 Good Days
Lu Tinglan's dereliction of duty was announced in a disciplinary notice on the official website of Yenching University.
However, to everyone's surprise, the first place winner of the architectural design competition held by the foreign construction company was actually Cong Chun, a freshman from their school.
Although there is still a gap between the design concept and the actual implementation, it is still a remarkable thing that the design inspiration was adopted by the architecture company.
After learning the whole story, Cong Chun's mentor, Liu Jie, sent him an apology text message and National Day greetings. He also promised to help Cong Chun apply for a scholarship, given the prestige of the design competition.
Moreover, Cong Chun's name is now known to almost all the teachers and leaders in their college, and there is a student among this year's freshmen who is exceptionally capable.
However, Cong Chun wasn't looking at his phone. He was currently in a state of excitement, returning to his familiar home and seeing his beloved grandmother. At this moment, he felt like he was soaking in a honey pot.
Cong Chun has always been a content and happy person.
The boy sat on the only wooden bench in the house, holding a light yellow enamel bowl, and buried his head in his rice.
Grandma knew that Cong Chun had a big appetite, so she specially brought him a bowl of rice.
The design drafts, buyout contract, and award certificates sent by the construction company were temporarily signed for and kept by Duan Mingxiao because Cong Chun was not in Jinghai City.
Duan Mingxiao was the one who signed for the package and put it away; the young master himself didn't open it.
These are Chun Chun's own things; he should take them apart himself when he gets back.
Although he didn't win the award himself, Duan Mingxiao was still in a good mood, with a smug look on his face. Anyone who didn't know better would think that he was the one who won the award.
However, Duan Mingxiao's wife is just that formidable.
Duan Mingxiao pondered the conditions of himself and Cong Chun, and the young master clapped happily, summarizing it in one word: "a perfect match".
There is no more perfect couple in the world than them.
Cong Chun was enjoying his meal. Across the small folding table sat an elderly woman with short hair and a few strands of silver, looking at Cong Chun with a loving expression.
Cong Chun's family lived in a small tile-roofed house, which was only one story high and had a bamboo ladder inside.
The exterior walls of the small house were made of stone, hastily plastered with some lime and clay.
The interior was plastered with white lime powder, but due to its age, the white lime on the walls was loose and had almost all fallen off, leaving the walls mottled and the floor a gray mix of sand and gravel.
The house is cluttered with many things and has limited space, but the elderly woman manages to keep it very organized, even though it looks a bit messy. This is because there are so many farming tools and stored crops, such as peanuts and rice, but it's not dirty.
Grandma's name is Wen Fengzhi. She has a neat short haircut, which is convenient for washing her hair and for farming.
Although the old man is sixty-four years old, his eyes are still very bright, although the color of his pupils is a little light.
She silently observed Cong Chun eating, and when she saw that Cong Chun had gone outside to study, her face had become a little fuller, and the old woman's eyes unconsciously curved into a smile.
Grandma was wearing a dark purple linen coat, which was a bit messy and the pattern on it was hard to tell. Cong Chun guessed that Grandma had bought it in town when she went to the market.
Grandma ate a quick lunch herself. These dishes were specially made for Cong Chun. Knowing that Cong Chun was coming back, the old lady specially killed a quail to make soup for him.
The old man peeled a smooth hard-boiled egg for Cong Chun with his rough, dark hands, dipped it in soy sauce, and put it in Cong Chun's bowl.
Cong Chun likes the dishes her grandmother makes.
Although in Cong Chun's eyes, his grandmother was very strict with him, she also loved him very much.
Although the small folding table wasn't laden with delicacies, it basically contained fish and meat, with the small fish being stream fish, prepared as soy sauce-braised small fish.
Some of the vegetables were homegrown, which Cong Chun was used to eating. He used to eat his own cooking and his grandmother's cooking the most.
After finishing his meal, he prepared to go to the fields to help his grandmother check on the crops.
Grandma originally told him to come back and rest for a few days before doing anything else, but Cong Chun insisted on going to the field on his own.
The boy rested his chin on his hand, his lips still greasy, and his tone was unusually lively.
"Grandma, I haven't tended to the fields in a long time. They might not even recognize me anymore."
"This won't do!"
Cong Chun frowned, but in reality, he couldn't help but think to himself.
If I do a little more work, Grandma will have less to do at home.
The elderly can't win against the young.
Looking into Cong Chun's expectant eyes, she nodded helplessly.
"Baochun, remember to come back early. Grandma will stew chicken for you tonight."
Cong Chun smiled sweetly at the old man in front of her.
"Okay, Grandma loves me the most."
"Yes or no."
The old man nodded and rubbed Cong Chun's hands together.
"Yes, my dear grandson. If I don't love Baochun, who will I love?"
Cong Chun was overjoyed.
After finishing his meal, Cong Chun lay down on a small bamboo mat in his room and rested for a while.
Grandma knew he was coming back, so she had already cleaned Cong Chun's room thoroughly. However, there weren't many rooms in the house, only two sleeping areas in total. Cong Chun's room was a little bigger, and there were several bags of unhulled grain piled up there.
Cong Chun lay on the mat and slept for a while before getting ready to go out, around four o'clock in the afternoon.
The boy, wearing a straw hat, saw his grandmother chopping sweet potato vines in the kitchen, preparing food for the chickens and ducks for dinner.
Cong Chun carried an old, large blue water tank on his back, unscrewed the top yellow cap, and inside was the freshly prepared nutrient solution.
He yelled into the kitchen to signal that he was leaving.
Cong Chun carried a large blue water tank on his back, wearing a dark plaid shirt that revealed a long, slender neck.
The boy walked along the ridge of the field, a cool breeze ruffling his hair. At this time, many people were already preparing to go to work in the fields and chose to go out at this time.
As Cong Chun walked, his mind went blank.
I wonder what the young master is doing?
Cong Chun had his phone in his pocket, and the next second he went to his own field and took a few photos.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun pursed her lips and posted a message on her WeChat Moments.
This was Cong Chun's first time posting on WeChat Moments. He had never posted before, but he did change the background once. The background was a photo of the periwinkle he was growing in bloom.
He originally wanted to send the photos to Duan Mingxiao separately, but Cong Chun suddenly felt a little embarrassed, afraid that sending them would disturb the young master's training.
So he posted it on his WeChat Moments, hoping that the young master might see it if he had the chance.
Cong Chun put together a four-grid photo and then carefully captioned it "Good day".
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