Chapter 147 Dazzling Love
Cong Chun lowered his eyes and stared at the black card in his hand, his long eyelashes blinking a few times.
On the banks of the Seine, in the afterglow of the setting sun, the boy took the initiative to step forward and put his arms around Duan Mingxiao's neck, his slender arms wrapped around the boy's strong neck.
Cong Chun tilted his head and smiled faintly, like a gentle breeze.
"Okay, then I'll keep it for you."
When you like someone, you can't help but want to spend money on them. The young master wished he could gather all the good things in the world and put them in front of Cong Chun.
As long as I can make the boy in front of me happy.
However, Cong Chun's heart pounded uncontrollably a few times. During those long and gloomy school years, Cong Chun also had a few negative moments when he felt that his luck was really not good.
However, it wasn't because of poverty, but rather because of times when he couldn't see his family.
The high school was far from the village, so Cong Chun had to live in the school dormitory, which was his first time living in a dormitory.
When he was in school, no matter how far away from home he was, he would walk along the bumpy dirt road to get home so that he could see his grandparents.
He could only go home once a month. At first, Cong Chun was not used to it. He missed his grandparents, but the boy's face was calm and he looked no different from other children.
However, every day when Cong Chun left the dormitory building and came to the teaching building in front, he would always pass by the telephone at the bottom of the stairs on the first floor.
That phone may have once been green, but now the outer paint has all peeled off, and it just hangs quietly on the wall.
Despite its inconspicuousness, Cong Chun always noticed it because it was the only channel through which he could communicate with the outside world.
The wall next to the telephone was mottled, with plaster occasionally falling off, old and messy, the mottled marks resembling scratches.
Every time Cong Chun passed by, he would unconsciously slow down his pace, not knowing what he was expecting.
Later, he saw other classmates taking two coins and dropping them into a small slot next to the telephone.
Back in his dormitory, Cong Chun opened the red tin box he had brought to school and took out two coins.
He hesitated for a moment, but still decided to make the call.
There was nothing he could do; he was just too homesick.
His only home.
Finally, one evening, Cong Chun stepped forward with two coins. As long as he put them in and entered his phone number, he would be able to hear the voices of his grandparents whom he had been longing to hear.
Cong Chun felt a slight excitement deep inside. He couldn't help but purse his dry lower lip. He stared at the old telephone in front of him and carefully inserted two coins.
Immediately afterwards, his slender fingers quickly dialed the numbers on the phone and removed the receiver from the side.
Cong Chun's heart suddenly started beating very fast.
Soon he will be able to hear his grandparents' voices.
Unfortunately, the next second, the boy flung the phone receiver away. Luckily, there was a plastic spring cord at the end of the receiver, which hung there in mid-air, swaying back and forth.
Because what came through the phone receiver just now wasn't that kind and gentle voice, but a piercing shriek.
Cong Chun covered his ears; they hurt a little.
That's right, it was just bad luck.
Just when it was Cong Chun's turn to make a call, the old telephone broke down.
Two coins were lost, and Cong Chun was later lectured by the dormitory supervisor, who believed that the damage to the telephone was related to Cong Chun's improper use.
However, when Cong Chun said his name, the dormitory supervisor's attitude softened a bit.
The name "Cong Chun" is always number one on the academic list among this year's freshmen.
In schools, good students receive preferential treatment because they represent the school's reputation. However, in this particular middle school, while there is preferential treatment, it is not much.
Later, Cong Chun went to his evening self-study class feeling dejected.
Immediately afterwards, the homeroom teacher called him outside.
Cong Chun originally thought it was because of the incident where he "broke the telephone".
Unexpectedly, the homeroom teacher said that someone was looking for him.
Immediately afterwards, he saw two familiar figures in the office, and Cong Chun was stunned.
His grandparents came to see him, worried that he wouldn't be used to living at school, so they came to visit him.
Someone you really want to see suddenly appears in front of you.
No one can resist such a surprise.
The young master's ear tips gradually turned red, and his face also became hot.
[Foolish Chun, why are you suddenly so close to me? And so intimately in public.]
[They definitely like the black card I gave them.]
[I should have just given him a whole stack. So annoying, I should have given him a whole stack.]
[That idiot is really something, not obedient at all.]
However, a certain young master's lips curled up silently, and Duan Mingxiao secretly rejoiced in his heart.
That's right, that's how it should be, the closer the better.
The next morning, Cong Chun suddenly let go of her hand.
The boy's gaze fell on the river, and he said something cryptic.
Duan Mingxiao frowned.
[Hey, why isn't Chun Chun posting anymore?]
[Put it up here, ah—]
Cong Chun pursed his lips. He was not a guokui (a type of flatbread), and Duan Mingxiao was not an iron pot either.
A hint of a smile flickered across the young master's narrow eyes; Duan Mingxiao seemed to be harboring some wicked thoughts.
"Oh, you're hot."
"That young master is very cold."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Mingxiao pulled Cong Chun into his arms.
"Come and warm me up."
Feeling the intense heat emanating from the young master, Cong Chun pressed her cheek against his chest and could hear his powerful heartbeat, which was invigorating.
Cong Chun closed his eyes, feeling the temperature.
The reason he felt the young master resembled his grandmother was because they both loved him equally.
Cong Chun could sense it, and he was absolutely certain of it.
Because true love is as dazzling as sunlight; even if it is concealed or obscured, it remains intense. How could the person being loved not notice it?
Unless, he has no heart.
Coincidentally, Cong Chun is a thoughtful and meticulous person.
Of course, this thoughtfulness is reserved only for those he cares about.
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