Chapter 154 Are You Sick?
Everything went smoothly in class, except for the little girl sitting in the corner, who was seriously drawing with her paintbrush.
The child's hair was loosely tied up, and it was all down, with some paint from the palette stuck to it.
Cong Chun noticed the boy standing in his original spot. After watching for a long time, he finally took the initiative to walk over.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun stepped forward and asked the little girl to tie her hair herself. The girl shook her head and spoke one word at a time.
He seemed to have some difficulty speaking clearly.
At this moment, a student next to Cong Chun whispered a reminder to him, pointing to his own head.
"Teacher, she has mental problems, don't pay attention to her."
Cong Chun looked somewhat helpless, and then he sighed.
Cong Chun isn't very skilled at tying hair, but when he was little, he would playfully braid his grandmother's hair.
Grandma also spoiled him. She would sit on the edge of the bed while Xiao Congchun stood on the bed. He would hold his breath and gently braid the old lady's hair.
Cong Chun simply tied her hair into a ponytail, which looked a little crooked, but at least her hair wouldn't hang down and get stained with paint.
Duan Mingxiao, who was not far away, saw all of this. The young master stood up abruptly and looked at Cong Chun, who was not far away.
Surprisingly, Young Master Duan wasn't jealous; instead, he secretly took out his phone and snapped a picture of the scene.
After class, Cong Chun couldn't stop thinking about something. He decided to talk to Zhao Wenzhao, the person in charge, about the girl.
Next to the bulletin board, they met Zhao Wenzhao, the head of the calligraphy and painting academy, again.
Zhao Wenzhao was somewhat surprised when Cong Chun brought up the girl.
However, she also managed this calligraphy and painting academy for more than ten years. At first, it may have just been to add a brilliant touch to her resume for future job applications, but later the woman stayed for more than ten years. During this period, the girl's case was not an isolated case.
Over the past decade or so, although the little girl's situation was somewhat unique, Zhao Wenzhao had encountered similar cases.
The woman's gaze then fell on Duan Mingxiao, who was standing beside Cong Chun, her tone completely indifferent.
"Teacher Duan, why don't you talk to Teacher Cong about this?"
Duan Mingxiao looked at the woman in front of him with hostility, his thin lips involuntarily pursing into a straight line. The young master's mood did not seem very pleasant.
Unfortunately, Zhao Wenzhao left after saying just one sentence; she still had her class to attend.
Seemingly noticing Cong Chun's puzzled look.
Duan Mingxiao lifted his eyelids, his gaze falling on the photo on the bulletin board.
The boy spoke in a very soft tone, as if he were describing something insignificant.
"He's dead."
"That child was born with leukemia."
“He always wore a dirty short-sleeved shirt, and at first I didn’t pay much attention to him.”
"At that time, I wanted to join a professional racing club's youth training program abroad, but my family disagreed. I remember arguing with them and having a cold war for two months."
So, when Duan Mingxiao first entered high school, he dyed his hair white and also got a piercing in his eyebrow bone.
The more he was forbidden to do something, the more the young master would insist on doing it, perhaps in order to demonstrate his rebellious spirit.
Thinking of this, Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but chuckle as if mocking himself.
"Back then, I was out of my mind too."
As he spoke, Duan Mingxiao secretly glanced at Cong Chun's reaction. Seeing that the other party did not find it offensive, the young master was relieved.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on Cong Chun's small face, his tone still unhurried.
"Some kids have some really interesting ideas."
"Back then, that dirty kid saw the silver hair on my head and ran over to ask me if I was sick."
"He even secretly slipped me one of his own pills."
"It's the worst quality medicine on the market."
"How silly, that's why I hate kids so much. Oh, he's the kid in the photo whose snot I wiped his nose for."
So when Duan Mingxiao saw the little girl clinging to Cong Chun, he couldn't help but think of the child from before, the young master continued.
"Later, I returned to the Duan family because my family softened and my parents agreed to let me experience a holiday youth training program."
"However, I withdrew from the youth training program after two months."
"When I came back here two months later, I learned that the child had died."
“The money I gave to his parents for medical treatment was all used to support this child’s healthy younger brother.”
"The reason is simply because in the past two months, seeing that I continue to give money to the kids, they thought I was just a rich and foolish playboy who was occasionally showing kindness."
"I heard that the child's parents felt uncomfortable and, in a moment of desperation, stopped taking the substandard medication."
"That child couldn't hold on and died."
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao's long, deep eyes met those of Cong Chun in front of him.
"Perhaps this statement sounds naive and cruel."
"But that was the first time I had ever known that."
Not all parents love their children.
"And the child's parents later harassed me. They kept calling me with the smartwatch I bought for the child, demanding that I sponsor the child's younger brother to go to university."
"Just because I helped them before, I should continue to help them."
“In their eyes, I can just give them some money and they’ll live a good life, so I should do it as a matter of course.”
"Xu Binzhou told me not to meddle in other people's cause and effect."
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