Chapter 127 Heartbroken
On the other side, Cong Chun couldn't help but purse her lips slightly, her gaze falling on the blacked-out phone screen. Was the young master in such a rush because of his own schedule?
Duan Mingxiao noticed the doubt in Cong Chun's eyes and the strangeness in his emotions.
He pulled the person into his arms and held them close.
His body was very large, completely enveloping Cong Chun in his arms. The young master's body temperature was also very high, but Cong Chun in his arms was like an ice cube, with cold hands and feet.
The boy lowered his head, buried his face in Cong Chun's neck and shoulder, and spoke in a low, reassuring tone.
The warm breath fell on Cong Chun's slender neck, making him feel slightly itchy.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. That brat probably got dumped by his girlfriend again. He's got a screw loose and is just talking nonsense."
The weather has been overcast since this afternoon.
Cong Chun buried her face in her hands, her tone revealing little emotion.
"Young Master, I'm a little sleepy and want to go to sleep."
Duan Mingxiao patted his head. Originally, the young master had a lot to say, but in the end he only said "okay".
Cong Chun held him and fell asleep with a heavy heart.
He frowned, looking at the person sleeping restlessly, muttering something, but Duan Mingxiao couldn't hear him.
In the middle of the night, the rain stopped, but the wind outside blew even more fiercely, causing the tree branches to bend and twist. The dark sky was like thick ink, and the air was so thick that not a breath of air could be felt.
Cong Chun woke up groggily. He opened his eyes and found a figure standing beside his bed.
The next second, the boy instantly woke up and opened his eyes in a panic.
It was Duan Mingxiao, who had changed his clothes. His unruly eyebrows and eyes still caught the eye, and his face showed a faint weariness. The boy was carrying a simple shoulder bag and noticed that Cong Chun had woken up.
Without hesitation, Duan Mingxiao squatted down and leaned over the edge of the bed to take Cong Chun's little hand.
"Sorry, I woke you up."
"I'm leaving now, see you in a few days."
"Five more days, remember to video chat with me every day."
[This is so annoying, I wish the exhibition match could be postponed.]
Cong Chun agreed, then released Duan Mingxiao's hand and said goodbye.
Cong Chun lay on the bed with his back turned.
Duan Mingxiao bent down, pulled the blanket up for him, and patted Cong Chun on the back, leaving a comment.
"I'm leaving."
"You look so sleepy, remember to reply to my message when you wake up."
Cong Chun nodded with his back to him.
A hint of helplessness flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes.
We need to leave quickly.
Cong Chun lay silently on the bed. He heard the sound of the door to the main room being opened, and the sound of Duan Mingxiao's footsteps fading into the distance.
Perhaps there was still a hint of expectation.
The next second, he heard the sound of a car starting, which then gradually faded away.
Cong Chun's last bit of expectation was gone.
A moment later, Cong Chun suddenly got up and stared blankly out the window for more than ten minutes.
His vision slowly blurred, and tears welled up, sliding down his cheeks and splashing onto the sheets, leaving water stains. Cong Chun buried his head in the blankets.
He remembers it very clearly.
That night, Mom slept with him as usual, just like any other day.
In his sleep, Xiao Congchun, who usually slept well, was restless. He opened his eyes groggily and looked to the side. The area around him was already cold and empty, with no one in sight.
He never imagined that after just one peaceful night, his mother would be gone when he woke up again.
Xiao Congchun's eyes revealed a hint of panic. He hurriedly got out of bed barefoot. The child pushed open the door, and there was only a dark road in front of him, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Xiao Congchun forced himself to run forward despite his fear, ignoring the sharp sand beneath his feet. He ran and shouted, his childish voice revealing his terror and panic.
Tears welled up uncontrollably.
"Mommy, Mommy."
"Mother…"
Immediately afterwards, he fell heavily to the ground, injuring his knee and looking utterly disheveled.
He couldn't even feel the pain in his knees; all Xiao Congchun wanted to know was where his mother had gone.
Xiao Congchun lay on the ground and looked behind him. It was pitch black all around, and he could no longer find his way home until he heard his grandfather's voice behind him.
It brought him back to his senses.
Later, everyone told him that his mother had gone to work in the city and would be back in a while.
Unfortunately, Cong Chun waited and waited, but the familiar figure never appeared at the door.
Every day when I wake up in bed, I am still faced with that empty other side.
No one will hold me tightly when I'm sleeping anymore.
Cong Chun felt lost and powerless; his strength was so insignificant for such a small child.
Mom, where have you gone?
Chunbao can't bear to leave you, please come back and see me.
Cong Chun sat on the bed and used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
But why can't I stop crying? It was like this before, and it's like this now.
Cong Chun was very sad. He wished that the young master could hear his thoughts.
That way he can tell the young master.
I can't bear to part with you.
I don't want you to leave.
On a rainy night, you suddenly appeared at my door. I know perfectly well that I can only rely on myself in this world, but I can't help but depend on you.
The next second, Cong Chun suddenly burst into tears.
He still had a lot to say to the young master.
Cong Chun regretted it.
He should have grabbed the young master's hand just now.
Cong Chun hurriedly got out of bed. He was barefoot. The boy pushed open the door of the main room. In front of him was still a dark road. The cold wind blew on his face, carrying a stench of dirt.
Cong Chun walked along the path from the entrance. There was no wind around, and the silence was terrifying.
He's really gone.
The young master is really gone.
Cong Chun stood there, looking around blankly.
He repeatedly raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, telling himself...
Don't cry, don't cry.
Until a familiar voice came from behind, though it was hard to make out clearly.
"Idiot, come out barefoot."
"Are you cold?"
Behind him, Duan Mingxiao suppressed the heartache he couldn't hide.
With red eyes, he picked the person up.
Cong Chun hugged Duan Mingxiao's neck, sobbing, and cried for a long time.
Duan Mingxiao helped him up by the back.
"What's wrong with our Baochun?"
The boy cried ugly, speaking haltingly.
"Duan...Mingxiao, I...don't want...you to leave."
He tried desperately to hold back his tears, after all, Cong Chun had known long ago that crying was useless.
Crying won't solve anything; crying won't bring Grandpa and Mom back.
Duan Mingxiao placed his palm on Cong Chun's cheek and coaxed her gently.
The boy gently wiped away his tears with his fingertips.
"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving."
"Let's not cry, let's not be sad, okay?"
Cong Chun shook his head, his voice a little hoarse.
I didn't... cry.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun looked at Duan Mingxiao and said stubbornly.
“I didn’t cry, because that won’t solve anything.”
Duan Mingxiao looked at Cong Chun, his eyes revealing undisguised heartache and guilt, and whispered to him.
"Crying is actually helpful."
"It's my fault... I'm useless."
If I could, I would empathize with you and bear all your pain.
I, Duan Mingxiao, have always strived to be number one, but when it comes to being loved by you, I am willing to be number two.
Cong Chun, you must love yourself most of all.
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