Chapter 130 Miracle Spring
It didn't rain in Jinghai City during the holiday; the weather was dry and the sky was cloudless. However, the trees along the roads were bare.
As soon as the holiday ended, the school gradually became lively again.
Some of the students in the architecture class began to notice Cong Chun's change. After a short week-long holiday, the quiet boy seemed to have become much more cheerful.
Gradually, Cong Chun became familiar with his classmates.
Some people used to think Cong Chun was aloof because boys always went to and from get out of class alone and sat alone. Compared to people who traveled in groups, he seemed like an oddity.
However, once the winner of the architectural design competition was announced, they truly remembered this person's name.
Yenching University has never lacked outstanding students, after all, they all fought their way out from the fiercest competition. However, there is still a gap between geniuses and academic superstars.
Cong Chun went to class on time every day, but he noticed that his mindset was somewhat different.
He still thinks about his grandmother and the little girls at home, but now he thinks about Duan Mingxiao more often, especially when he hears other people talking about Duan Mingxiao.
Cong Chun was very concerned and curious about what they were talking about.
However, the school is only so big, and you'll always unexpectedly run into familiar people and people you don't like.
Lu Tinglan was wearing a black trench coat. The man had delicate features, but his eyes revealed a hint of fatigue.
The man's gaze fell on Cong Chun. It seemed that he had more friends around him during this time. His dark and cold eyes were clearly no different from before.
The man, a smile playing on his lips, took the initiative to greet Cong Chun.
Cong Chun hesitated for a moment, then nodded, but didn't say anything more.
Because he felt that the two were no longer friends.
Not only did he selfishly switch his own design drafts, but he also verbally abused Sang Bai. Cong Chun would not be friends with such a person.
But Lu Tinglan followed behind him calmly, the man's dark hair falling across his forehead, obscuring some of the emotions in his eyes.
During this short holiday, Lu Tinglan discovered something even more interesting.
This incident was enough to make Cong Chun willingly throw herself into his arms.
Lu Tinglan followed the boy at a leisurely pace and gently asked Cong Chun where he had gone during the holiday.
Cong Chun originally didn't want to talk to him.
But I still got annoyed by the questions.
"Don't follow me."
"You're annoying."
Lu Tinglan was taken aback for a moment, but his eyes didn't show any anger. He just hadn't expected Cong Chun to have such a temper.
Immediately afterwards, the man turned pale, coughed a few times, and sounded somewhat helpless.
"Xiaochun, please give me another chance."
"I've been in poor health since I was little, so no one wanted to play with me."
"I was momentarily blinded by greed and that's why I did the wrong thing."
"I really admire your abilities, Xiaochun, while I have accomplished nothing yet."
"sorry."
Lu Tinglan loosely grabbed Cong Chun's wrist, but the man was clearly standing behind Cong Chun, trying to capture the boy in front of him with a forceful posture.
Cong Chun's heart trembled slightly, and she was stunned for a moment.
"It doesn't matter."
You will meet better friends in the future.
Cong Chun looked at him with his drooping dog eyes and said calmly.
"I'm not suitable to be your friend."
A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Tinglan's eyes.
He didn't expect Cong Chun to refuse; wasn't he the most soft-hearted?
She seemed to be meekly following Duan Mingxiao around, but why did she react so differently in front of me?
Lu Tinglan smiled gently.
"Okay, although I'm very sad."
"However, since Xiaochun has already made her choice, I won't force her to continue."
"After all, it was I who did something wrong."
"I have already clarified the issue of the design draft with the foreign architectural firm."
“I will donate 20 million yuan to this project in my own name as compensation for the mistakes I made.”
Cong Chun nodded and responded.
The boy didn't say anything, but Lu Tinglan stared at the back of Cong Chun's head, his heart filled with a restless desire. He wanted to turn Cong Chun's head around, forcefully open his mouth, and ask him a question.
Why won't you forgive me?
The man stood still, took a deep breath, and forced himself to hold it in.
It's okay, he'll go find him again.
After classes ended in the afternoon, a discreet van appeared at the gate of Yenching University.
Cong Chun walked out of the school gate, looking around as if searching for something.
The next second, the boy quickly crossed the zebra crossing and walked to the front of the nanny van.
Suddenly, a strong, slender, and beautiful hand reached out from the car, grabbed Cong Chun's shoulder, and pulled him inside.
A deep, alluring voice came from beside her. Luo Qing smiled and looked at Cong Chun with her eyes crinkled.
"Brother, it's been a long time."
Where did you go for your holiday?
"I came to the school to look for you, but you weren't there."
Cong Chun's tone was somewhat apologetic. Earlier, Luo Luo had asked him if he had any plans for the holiday, and he had told her that he was going to stay at school, but he hadn't expected to go home later.
Although Luo Qing's eyes showed some disappointment, the boy frowned and spoke in a pitiful tone, like a kitten that had been carelessly abandoned by its owner on the roadside.
"Okay, brother, can I come to your house to play when you're free?"
Cong Chun nodded; he welcomed Luo Luo to his home.
However, there was no place for him to sleep, and the only bamboo bed had been broken by the young master, leaving a hole in it.
It's not suitable for sleeping; you can only put miscellaneous items on it.
Cong Chun told Luo Qing about this with some difficulty.
However, Luo Qing in front of her did not think so.
He held Cong Chun's hand, his tone light and cheerful, like a clingy cat.
"As long as I'm with my brother, I'm willing to sleep on the floor."
Cong Chun blinked and blurted it out unconsciously.
"How can I let you sleep on the floor?"
Grandma said that guests should be treated with respect.
Luo Qing stepped forward and hugged Cong Chun's shoulders.
"Brother, I knew you were the best."
Haha, if I hadn't known that Duan Mingxiao, that pretentious show-off, was on the same flight back as my brother...
Perhaps Luo Qing would be even more moved.
This arrogant guy has a terrible temper, is violent and brainless, and looks like a demon. Luo Qing is the most suitable partner for my brother.
"Brother, are you free this weekend? My new movie is about to be released."
"Could you come with me to see it? I... I feel a bit lonely going alone."
"You know I don't have many friends."
Luo Qing was practically joking when she said that.
He is a well-known social butterfly in the industry, with a shrewd and sophisticated mind. He is well-liked in the industry and also has a good reputation among the general public on social media. In addition, he comes from a very good family background.
Many people flock to it.
Cong Chun nodded and agreed, thinking that he had nothing else to do on the weekend and should be free.
So he accepted Luo Qing's invitation to go to the movies on the weekend.
Before you know it, it's the weekend. Cong Chun is wearing a dark baseball jersey with cursive English letters printed on the back. He looks kind of cool, though he's expressionless—he's practically adorably cold.
Cong Chun rarely wore clothes like this; although his clothes were clean, they were already outdated.
A boy wearing a black hat and mask immediately came over from a short distance away, his long eyes showing a hint of surprise.
Cong Chun's image is completely different from before.
Luo Qing was secretly pleased, wondering if her brother really valued this movie outing with her.
Actually, the clothes Cong Chun was wearing were specially brought by Duan Mingxiao when they returned from the National Day holiday.
The young master carried two large cardboard boxes by himself, which startled Cong Chun.
Cong Chun stood aside, watching Duan Mingxiao open the cardboard box with a puzzled look. He peeked out with his little head, first looking at Duan Mingxiao, and then at the cardboard box in front of him.
The boy was somewhat confused.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao opened the two cardboard boxes in front of him. Cong Chun opened his eyes wide and saw two large boxes of autumn and winter clothes, with all kinds of styles.
The baseball uniform that Cong Chun is wearing now was a gift from Duan Mingxiao.
The young master said that these clothes were all worn by him when he was in junior high school, and they no longer fit him, so they would be perfect for Cong Chun.
Cong Chun's gaze fell on the brand-new clothes, and then she glanced at the young master.
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow at the man, his tone casual, a hint of amusement hidden in his narrow eyes.
"Give it a try?"
She was afraid the boy in front of her wouldn't accept her.
The young master added leisurely.
"These clothes are too big for me now, you can wear them."
"Otherwise, keeping them in the Duan family would be a waste."
[Is Chun Chun so happy she's gone mad?]
Cong Chun nodded.
He casually picked up a brown hoodie from the cardboard box, put it on, and his hair was a mess.
Duan Mingxiao smoothed his hair for him, while the young master stood aside, muttering to himself.
"It's quite suitable."
[Why does Chun look exceptionally handsome in my clothes? Looks like my taste is pretty good.]
Actually, some of the clothes in these two boxes were worn by Duan Mingxiao when he was in junior high school.
However, the young master only wore it once, at most twice, and one of the styles was chosen by Ms. Yun, which is still fashionable even now.
Duan Mingxiao's clothes from junior high school were mostly cleared out. The few remaining pieces were kept in the storage room. They were some of Duan Mingxiao's favorite items, kept as souvenirs, and were well preserved.
Now the eldest young master is giving it all to Cong Chun.
The other half of the clothes were new; Duan Mingxiao had picked them out on the app a few days ago, and they were delivered to his door shortly after.
The young master felt a great sense of accomplishment looking at Cong Chun wearing his old clothes or the clothes he had chosen. This was how it should be.
Cong Chun is like a small figurine, changing into different clothes, a whole miracle Chun Chun.
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