Chapter 118 An 8,000-word short essay
The evening breeze brushed against the boy's cheeks, carrying a slight chill, and his nose was filled with the fresh scent of wild grass and soil, while the sky was painted a reddish-orange curtain.
Cong Chun sat on a relatively flat stone by the edge of a field, idly tugging at the lush foxtail grass beside him.
Then Cong Chun lowered his eyes, his long, slender raven feathers fluttering slightly. The boy skillfully wove the foxtail grass into a fluffy grass ring, which looked small and cute.
The boy then silently held the grass ring woven from foxtail grass in his palm.
A gentle evening breeze rustled through his hair. Cong Chun took out his phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of the grass ring on his palm.
A moment later, Cong Chun sent the photo to Duan Mingxiao. A few seconds later, the young master on the other side of the screen immediately replied to Cong Chun.
(For me?)
Cong Chun didn't intend to give the photo to the young master; he just wanted to share it with Duan Mingxiao.
In this way, this matter will only be visible to the young master.
However, without realizing it, Cong Chun had already gotten used to sharing things about her daily life with Duan Mingxiao.
He didn't have any friends before, but Cong Chun actually talks a lot. He can only share these things with his grandparents, otherwise he keeps them to himself.
After holding it in for so long, Cong Chun forgot what he originally wanted to share.
After sending the message, Cong Chun felt a little uneasy, and his heartbeat became somewhat irregular.
Cong Chun was a little worried that the young master might find him annoying.
This seems a bit boring.
The next second, Cong Chun opened the voice message sent by Duan Mingxiao, which lasted for a full fifty seconds.
Arriving on the evening breeze, it was a familiar voice, arrogant yet with a hint of laughter, as if Duan Mingxiao were standing right in front of him.
(If you insist on giving this to me, I might reluctantly accept it.)
(However, this grass wreath is actually quite nice; it's definitely better than some of those tacky luxury items.)
(This young master likes it!)
(You have good taste, thinking of me first when it comes to good things.)
(By the way, when are you coming back? Don't forget to say hello to Grandma for me.)
After listening to the voice message sent by Duan Mingxiao, Cong Chun's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly, and a faint smile spread across her face, like a lotus blooming in the hot summer.
Later, a certain young master pestered Cong Chun to make another grass wreath with a dog's tail.
Duan Mingxiao put the grass ring on his trophy, and didn't remove it even though it had turned yellow.
On the other side of the Duan family, Duan Mingxiao lowered the all-black game controller with his slender fingers.
The boy was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, his long, straight legs crossed on the sofa. It was rare for the young master to show his smooth forehead, and his temperament was less sharp and more gentle.
When Duan Mingxiao saw the grass ring made of lush green foxtail grass sent by Cong Chun, he laughed heartily for a while, laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.
He thought Cong Chun's mind was amazing, always coming up with ideas different from others.
What did Chun Chun send him? A grass ring?
However, Duan Mingxiao carefully measured the size of the grass ring. It was too big to wear on his head, too big to wear on his finger, and too unsuitable for his wrist.
Could it be worn somewhere else?
The young master was about to unleash his sharp tongue.
After hesitating for a moment, Duan Mingxiao deleted it again.
He still remembered the scene where Cong Chun was fiercely protective of that ugly flower.
What if Cong Chun ignores him after he finishes scolding him? Duan Mingxiao frowned, looking somewhat troubled.
However, the young master was itching to complain, but he held back for the moment.
In the end, he managed to say something nice, albeit reluctantly.
Cong Chun tidied up a bit beside the field ridge. He stood on a high point of a small earthen mound, looking at the crops in the field, which were also covered with a layer of golden veil called "twilight".
At this moment, the boy's eyes seemed to encompass an endless plain, and Cong Chun softly said goodnight to the crops.
Cong Chun will come to see them again tomorrow.
When Cong Chun returned home, the familiar aroma of food was already wafting from the doorway.
Grandma made Geda soup for Congchun for dinner, and the old lady put some mushrooms and peanuts in it.
Cong Chun drank a large bowl of wine, and then gave the chicken leg to his grandmother. The old lady skillfully used chopsticks to peel off the skin of the chicken leg and then put the chicken leg into Cong Chun's bowl.
Cong Chun quickly refused.
The old man looked at him with a smile.
“Baochun went to work in the fields today. It was very hard. Baochun, eat.”
Grandma knew that Cong Chun didn't like eating chicken skin; he always frowned when he ate it as a child.
Although the family doesn't kill chickens and make soup very often throughout the year, Cong Chun is the only child in the family, so he always gets to eat two chicken legs.
Cong Chun couldn't refuse the old lady's kindness. He was biting into a chicken leg when he looked at his grandmother and silently said a sentence.
"Grandma, after this holiday, come to the city with me."
Cong Chun swallowed the food, and the boy continued to add.
"Grandma, I'm worried about leaving you home alone."
The old man initially wanted to refuse, but hesitated for a moment after hearing the second half of Cong Chun's sentence.
"Grandma, let me take another look."
If Grandma passes away, there will be no one to keep Grandpa company.
"Baochun, eat out more, don't be stingy with money. Winter is coming soon, buy some warm clothes."
Cong Chun nodded, but felt a little relieved. Judging from her grandmother's tone, the old lady's stubborn views had softened somewhat.
Cong Chun happily shared with his grandmother what had happened at school, and he also remembered that the young master had said he would introduce him to his grandmother.
Cong Chun thought back carefully and realized that the young master had sent him a short essay.
Let yourself read this short essay and introduce it to your grandmother.
Cong Chun immediately took out his phone and scrolled through his chat history with Duan Mingxiao.
It turned out that the young master had sent him a Word document, which Cong Chun clicked on and saw was a lengthy document of eight thousand words.
Even Cong Chun, a book lover, felt a bit dizzy after reading the Word document sent by Duan Mingxiao.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun, with his keen eyesight, caught a few words.
(Gentle, good-tempered, and respectful to elders.)
(No bad habits, doesn't swear, humble and polite, well-developed in both mind and body, with no weaknesses.)
(If a perfect score for looks is 100, I'd give it 1000.)
(You can make a living based on your looks, or you can make a living based on your talent.)
(Economically independent, owns a dog, a house, a car, and a sincere heart.)
(Most importantly, he's taller than your grandson, so farm work is a piece of cake for him.)
(He has extensive knowledge of agronomy, animal husbandry, and planting, and is proficient in various health preservation methods for the elderly, including moxibustion and massage.)
The above content is all from Duan Mingxiao's lengthy treatise of 8,000 words.
When Cong Chun saw the comment from someone taller than himself, his eyes darkened for a moment, his ears drooped, and he decided not to relay the young master's eight-thousand-word essay to his grandmother.
That's so long, Grandma would probably feel sleepy after listening to it!
Cong Chun, who had been biting his chopsticks, put them down at this moment.
The boy looked up and solemnly said something to the old man in front of him.
"Grandma, I've met a really, really good person."
His name is Duan Mingxiao.
"He has a nickname called Ah-chan."
"Hmm...he's very good-looking."
"How beautiful is it...?"
Cong Chun couldn't think of an adjective for the moment, so he just nodded affirmatively.
"In short, it looks great."
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