Chapter 129 Mild Intellectual Disability
The next second, Cong Chun placed two green apple-flavored candies into Duan Mingxiao's hand.
Duan Mingxiao held the two candies tightly in his palm, as if the two of them were closely together, never to be separated.
The young master muttered to himself.
"There are only two left."
Cong Chun nodded, and the boy silently counted in his mind.
"I ate them all."
[Stupid Spring can eat it himself.]
[Anyway, this candy can't be shared with anyone but me.]
Duan Mingxiao placed a piece of candy back into Cong Chun's palm.
"Then let's save it for tomorrow morning and eat it together."
Cong Chun looked down at the green packaging bag in his palm and nodded.
In fact, he had already gotten used to walking that cold and long road alone.
His heart gradually calmed down, because all the tears he had shed were gone.
But then someone suddenly appeared and gave him a torch, how could Cong Chun not care?
Cong Chun suddenly wrapped her arms around Duan Mingxiao's neck and whispered something in the boy's ear.
"I like you."
Duan Mingxiao's lips involuntarily tightened, and he gave Cong Chun a deep, nervous look.
"Is it the kind of liking you have for your grandma?"
Cong Chun nodded.
Then, he spoke cautiously, raising his droopy dog-like eyes to look at Duan Mingxiao with a hint of expectation.
"Actually, there is a slight difference."
"Is it love or dependence?"
Duan Mingxiao asked softly.
Cong Chun shook his head.
"I...I'm a little confused."
Duan Mingxiao hugged him back, giving Cong Chun a sense of security.
“It’s okay, Baochun, take your time to think it over. I’ll wait until you’ve thought it through.”
Cong Chun nodded.
He was tightly wrapped up, feeling boundless warmth and love.
Cong Chun felt full of power at this moment, while the boy lowered his eyes and looked down at Duan Mingxiao's shoulders and back.
The desire in my heart grew more and more urgent.
He wanted to grow into a towering tree as soon as possible to shelter everyone from the wind and rain.
Follow in the young master's footsteps.
To become an adult like Duan Mingxiao, capable of standing on your own.
Upon hearing Cong Chun's reply, Duan Mingxiao's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, the young master knew he had a bad temper, but he didn't care what others thought.
But I'm still afraid, Cong Chun, you hate me.
If you like me, that's enough, Cong Chun.
It's enough that you like me...
In the blink of an eye, the National Day holiday is about to end.
The two said goodbye to their grandmother and prepared to return to Jinghai City.
However, the couple was worried about their grandmother's safety, so after obtaining her consent, they installed surveillance cameras in all areas of the house except the bedroom.
This way, on the one hand, it's for the safety of the elderly, and on the other hand, if the chickens get lost and Cong Chun isn't home, Grandma won't have to go through so much trouble to look for them.
Over here, Duan Mingxiao noticed Cong Chun's reluctance to part ways. The boy secretly tugged at Cong Chun's hand to comfort him.
"After this semester ends, we'll find an opportunity to bring Grandma to live in the capital."
Let's work together.
Cong Chun nodded affirmatively. This time when she came back, she mentioned going to Jinghai City with her grandmother again, and she could clearly feel that her grandmother's attitude had softened.
Cong Chun still hoped that his grandmother wouldn't be too far away from him.
When they left, the old man insisted on stuffing a lot of dried goods into the trunk.
Homemade persimmon cakes, roasted peanuts, and some wild honey that my grandma bought from who-knows-where, as well as homemade dried sweet potatoes.
Most importantly, the old man also prepared two boxes of milk for the two of them.
It's a very common brand in the supermarket. Before, when Cong Chun went to study in town, his grandparents would prepare a box for him.
There are twenty-four cartons of milk in one box, with a black and white cow grazing on the outside, and blue sky and white clouds above the lush green grass.
When he was in school, Cong Chun would count the days, usually drinking one box every four days. By the time he finished a whole case, a semester would have passed.
He can then take winter and summer vacations and go back to his grandparents' side.
Cong Chun held the old woman for a long time, watching his grandmother's back become increasingly hunched.
Finally, I couldn't help but say something.
"Grandma, you and Baochun should go together."
Grandma Wen shook her head and patted his shoulder.
"Baochun has grown taller again. Study hard."
"When the crops in the fields are ripe this year..."
I'll come see you again.
As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of surprise flashed in Cong Chun's eyes, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
"Okay, Grandma, I'll come pick you up then."
Duan Mingxiao felt quite gratified to see the two of them hugging.
The young master suddenly felt a sense of vicissitude, as if he were raising a child.
Every day, besides work, I worry about whether Chun Chun has eaten on time, whether he is in a good mood, and whether he is thinking about me seriously.
How well do you handle interpersonal relationships at school?
After saying goodbye, the two headed to the airport together.
Watching the little house recede into the distance.
Duan Mingxiao unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
He had been worried that Cong Chun would cry in the car.
The young master has prepared tissues.
Fortunately, Cong Chun did not cry.
Cong Chun noticed that the young master was staring at him, and the boy just quietly reminded him.
"Young master, you need to concentrate on driving."
Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips, somewhat unconvinced.
[Is Chun worried about my driving skills?]
[Hehe, this young master's driving skills are pretty fierce, how about letting Stupid Chun try it out sometime tonight?]
Duan Mingxiao felt extremely smug when he thought about this.
Cong Chun frowned, somewhat speechless.
He had come across a science video earlier.
People with mild intellectual disabilities sometimes laugh to themselves for no apparent reason.
Cong Chun was worried that the young master might have a slight intellectual disability.
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