Chapter 149 Seeing Through
In the blink of an eye, early winter has quietly arrived, and cold air has swept through the entire city of Jinghai, with pedestrians on the road wearing heavy cotton coats.
Cong Chun was no exception; he had many new clothes to wear this year.
The wardrobe was completely filled by the young master.
Everything started to proceed as usual again, and the boy continued his university life in this way.
However, it seems a small incident occurred.
The square at Yenching University was unusually lively today, as if an event was taking place.
Many mascot characters were handing out free balloons and roses in the front square, which explains why so many students on the Yenching University campus were carrying colorful balloons today.
The branches on both sides of the road were bare, as all the leaves had fallen, adding a touch of warmth to the bleak winter day.
The balloon had a prominent orange-yellow logo printed on it. It turned out that a new go-karting club was going to open near Yenching University, and the target customers would naturally be young people like them.
This area is surrounded by university campuses, and young students are a common sight here.
Cong Chun carried a shoulder bag. The boy was wearing a dark brown cotton coat, and his neat, dark hair fell naturally over his forehead. The curve of his cheeks was much better than before, and his complexion was also better.
Cong Chun hurriedly passed by the square when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. Startled, Cong Chun turned around like a chick with its feathers bristling, only to find a huge "brown bear" standing behind him. It must have been a person dressed as a mascot.
The bear is very cute, and its expression looks very lively.
Immediately afterwards, Xiong stuffed all the roses in his hand into Cong Chun's hand.
Cong Chun waved his hand, saying that he would take one himself.
But Xiong was stubborn and kept gesturing to make Cong Chun take everything back, and more and more people were gathering around.
Cong Chun had no choice but to thank him quickly before accepting all the gifts.
He hurriedly walked through the gates of Yenching University, carrying a bouquet of roses bigger than his own face.
Until everyone in front of you disappears.
The bear remained standing in the same spot.
A moment later, in a narrow alley, Xiong removed his mask, revealing a cold and stern face with slightly pursed thin lips and a high nose bridge, a stark contrast to the cute and lively animal mask. It was none other than Mo Xizhi.
The boy's hair was a little messy, as if he had been inside the hood for a long time, and there was sweat on his long neck.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Xizhi raised her hand and smoothed her messy hair.
He didn't know when Cong Chun would find out.
He put something in the bouquet of roses.
Mo Xizhi guessed at Cong Chun's expression upon receiving the gift, and the corners of the boy's lips curved up almost imperceptibly.
However, after Cong Chun entered the school, because the bouquet was too big and a bit conspicuous, he broke it up and distributed it to his classmates, so that everyone got a share.
Cong Chun stared at the beautiful, high-quality fountain pen in his palm, and paused for a moment.
How could there be a fountain pen in the bouquet, especially since I just lost my own fountain pen used for calligraphy practice?
However, this incident was just a pleasant little episode in the boy's life.
The only variable is that the World Championship is scheduled to be held on the 7th of next month. It's already mid-month, and with the competition date approaching, the young master is much busier than usual.
Cong Chun's university life is also very busy, because half a semester is about to end and he will soon be facing the final week. During this time, Cong Chun's most frequent destination is the school library.
The library is definitely much busier during finals week than usual.
However, Cong Chun did not go to the library today. Instead, the boy rode a light green electric scooter on the road of Yenching University.
The wind blew the boy's hair, revealing his smooth, full forehead; someone had asked Cong Chun to come out.
They needed to speak with him about Cong Chun's mother.
Back then, Yi Yun left her hometown to seek medical treatment in a big city.
Yi Yun is actually the daughter of Yi Longtian's eldest uncle.
Uncle Yi's family was buried alive when a landslide occurred after a rainstorm, burying their house and causing it to collapse.
The family consisted of two parents, an elderly person, a young brother, and only a daughter, who was spared because she was in school.
That happened a long time ago, back when people in the next village were starving to death.
So they adopted Yi Yun. For the sake of the few acres of land they had left, Yi Yun was an adopted daughter. Although they gave her a bite to eat, that was all. Her schooling was cut off, and the whole family clung to Yi Yun like bloodsuckers, sucking her blood.
Inside a private room in the coffee shop.
Lu Tinglan's indifferent gaze revealed a hint of tenderness as he looked at Cong Chun, who was wearing a dark suit and had just finished work.
The man spoke calmly, without any hint of seeking credit.
"I've already taken care of the Yi family for you."
Lu Tinglan exudes an aura of authority that has been present for many years, creating a strong sense of pressure.
Immediately afterwards, the veins on the back of the man's pale hand bulged, and his cold, jade-like fingers gently pushed over a bank card that gleamed with a cold light.
Lu Tinglan's tone was calm, with a hint of gentleness.
"This is the Lu family's way of expressing their gratitude to Auntie."
"And me..."
"I'm sorry for hurting you like that before. I don't expect you to forgive me, Xiaochun."
"I just hope I can make it up to you in some way."
In the blink of an eye, it's been two months since that design draft incident.
The next second, the man covered his mouth and nose, coughed a few times, and his face was sickly pale.
Cong Chun frowned and looked down at the bank card on the table.
From the first day he met Lu Tinglan, he knew that the man in front of him was not in good health.
But Cong Chun hadn't expected that his mother had donated her heart to him.
Immediately afterward, Cong Chun accepted the bank card. The boy couldn't help but purse his lips, feeling a little dizzy.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun looked up at Lu Tinglan in front of her, her tone somewhat hesitant.
"My mom... Mom, did she say anything else?"
Lu Tinglan shook his head regretfully.
"I'm sorry, Auntie..."
"I just said I hoped you would grow up safe and healthy... and that's it..."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.
Cong Chun felt a little down. His mother had gone to get medical treatment; she hadn't abandoned him.
However, knowing what her mother had gone through, Cong Chun still felt heartbroken and didn't know why she felt a little breathless today.
"Okay, thank you for telling me all this."
"I've already accepted the card, so let's leave it at that."
The deceased is gone, Cong Chun has cried and grieved, but those who are alive must still look forward.
At least, Cong Chun doesn't like to cry in front of people who are unimportant to her.
He will go back to visit the Yi family, and Cong Chun intends to donate the money Lu Tinglan gave him to the "Xuezhou" charity in Yi Yun's name.
In this way, perhaps Heaven will recognize the good deed and allow Mom to meet a loving family and live a happy life in her next life.
A moment later, Lu Tinglan, seeing Cong Chun's departing figure, suddenly spoke, actually trying to persuade him to stay.
"You miss your aunt very much."
This is an affirmative statement.
How could Cong Chun not miss her? Countless nights, he would always look forward to waking up again to find his mother by his side.
He didn't have a deep impression of his biological father; his father died before Cong Chun could remember anything.
His grandparents treated him well.
But when he was young, it was his mother who spent most of the time by his side and helped him fall asleep.
Cong Chun started sleeping by himself before he even started elementary school.
Originally, there was still room for hope and expectation.
But after learning the truth, Cong Chun no longer even had the right to fantasize.
Cong Chun is not a blade of grass on the ground; he will be sad.
Lu Tinglan seemed to sense the boy's hesitation, and he decisively stepped forward and hugged Cong Chun.
Feeling the warmth in his arms, the man felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, his voice deep and resonant.
"That's my mother's heartbeat."
"She's still alive, don't be sad, Xiaochun."
The person in her arms remained silent for a long time before Cong Chun pushed the man in front of her away.
"You're not my mother, stop lying to me."
Lu Tinglan chuckled softly, a helpless smile playing on her lips.
"Why wouldn't your mother lie to you?"
"Otherwise, why would I have told you that she went to work in the city?"
"This is a white lie."
"Little Chun, come quickly into Mommy's arms."
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment. He looked at Lu Tinglan in front of him and felt that the man in front of him was a double shadow, and his eyelids also felt heavy.
Why do this?
Lu Tinglan looked helpless and sighed softly.
He caught the swaying person in his arms.
"Because I like you."
I think of you every minute and every second.
As night deepens, the city lights begin to illuminate the night.
On the sofa, Lu Tinglan held Cong Chun in his arms, as if he were holding a child.
The same two veteran actors were still on the carpet.
Anticipating that Cong Chun was about to wake up, Lu Tinglan fed him a brown liquid—coffee. The air was filled with a faint coffee aroma, tinged with a slightly bitter scent.
Next came the crucial plot point, but unfortunately, the man had no time to appreciate it.
Lu Tinglan couldn't hear the noise around him. The man lowered his eyes to look at Cong Chun in his arms. That long, delicate neck looked so alluring at this moment.
He always just watches, but never takes any action.
Because he felt that appreciating drama was a refined art.
Participating in drama is a disgusting, animalistic act.
But now, Lu Tinglan was somewhat excited.
Lu Tinglan lowered his eyes to look at Cong Chun in his arms.
The man's well-defined fingers were about to slip under the hem of Cong Chun's clothes and reach down to touch her prominent, slender spine.
The next second, Cong Chun in his arms opened her eyes, her expression cold, and spoke to the man in a slightly icy tone.
"what are you up to."
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