Chapter 16 Characters of Qingfeng Xiaoyue
On the second-floor corridor, Cong Chun was carrying a bunch of things. He wanted to tell Duan Mingxiao about the phone message.
Duan Mingxiao closed the door with an unhappy expression, preventing Cong Chun from finding a suitable opportunity to speak.
The boy saw the dark solid wood door that had been closed, touched his nose, and went back to his room.
The young master said he would have all the food, so Cong Chun took the food out and put it on the table. He was going to weed the Duan family’s backyard with the others later.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun sat down and took out the new phone that Duan Mingxiao had given him. He carefully selected a phone case for one cent on a shopping app.
However, during the purchase process, message dialog boxes kept popping up, which Cong Chun could not ignore.
(...I need to talk to you.)
This is the last message.
Cong Chun pursed his lips, thinking that Duan Mingxiao was in a bad mood and that the person on the other end might have something urgent to tell him, so Cong Chun had no choice but to open the chat box.
This social media app is called "PT," a platform developed overseas for sharing and recording life experiences. Its original intention was to allow people to upload their life updates and cherish the present moment.
The social media apps were hidden in an inconspicuous folder on his phone; Duan Mingxiao probably forgot to delete them and didn't log out of the accounts.
Cong Chun opened the software; the account's profile picture was a silver race car, and the nickname was a string of garbled English characters.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun opened "Messages" and found that a netizen with the nickname "Lolo" had sent Duan Mingxiao many messages in the stranger messages.
(What a coincidence! I stumbled upon your profile page by accident. I didn't expect you to be interested in racing as much as I am.)
(Brother, want to be friends?)
(If there's a chance, we can go abroad to watch a game together. I'm also in Jinghai City.)
About two hours later, when the other party still hadn't seen a reply, they sent a few more messages.
(Brother, could you please reply to my message? I need to talk to you about something.)
Inside the artist's dressing room, Luo Qing finally managed to get hold of Duan Mingxiao's private social media account. He frowned and was somewhat displeased when he saw the online icon for Duan Mingxiao.
Duan Mingxiao is clearly online but is ignoring him?
The makeup brush was manipulating the boy's delicate, fair skin. Luo Qing had a very pure and delicate appearance, and looked pitiful, which was very deceptive.
The male actor's acting skills are even more outstanding. Although he did not choose to study at a professional college, Luo Qing's acting skills are far superior to those of his peers.
She once went viral for a crying scene in a movie, and it stayed on the trending topics list for three days and three nights.
Meanwhile, Luo Qing continued to send messages using her newly registered alternate account.
(Brother, why aren't you replying to me online?) This was followed by a meme of a little rabbit looking pitiful and crying.
When Cong Chun saw the emoji the other person sent, he felt conflicted. It didn't seem right not to reply to the message.
The boy hesitated for a moment, then decided to explain to the girl opposite him.
Cong Chun subconsciously mistook Luo Qing for a girl because the nickname on the other end was "Luo Luo" and the profile picture was an adorable ragdoll cat.
(Sorry, this is not me.)
When Luo Qing saw this message, his eyebrows involuntarily rose; of course, he didn't believe it.
After all, he knew that Duan Mingxiao hated being disturbed, so he must be saying this to get rid of him.
Luo Qing sent several more messages, trying to appear understanding.
(Okay, please tell your brother. Make sure to get back to me when he gets back.)
(I saw my brother's profile and I feel like we click. Please help!)
When Cong Chun saw the message from the other party, he was even more convinced that the person on the other end was a lovely girl.
Another message came from the other end.
(Love you, muah!)
Cong Chun felt a little strange upon seeing this, and somewhat uneasily exited the chat software, thinking that he should find an opportunity to bring up this matter with Duan Mingxiao as soon as possible.
After resting in the room for a while, Cong Chun went to the hall to distribute weeding tools. Three or four servants had already arrived.
Cong Chun also took a small weeding sickle and a pair of white cotton gloves.
He is very good at weeding, and he has to remove weeds from the vegetable garden from time to time.
Weeds grow quickly in the countryside. If you're lazy and don't intervene for a while, the bok choy in the field will soon have its nutrients stolen.
Moreover, Cong Chun harvests rice every year, and he can harvest one mu (approximately 0.16 acres) a day. Cong Chun is a rice harvesting expert.
The flowers and plants in the Duan family's backyard were usually carefully maintained by a specialist, so there were actually not many weeds.
In the hot summer, with no shade and the sun high in the sky, most people are quite relaxed, chatting in small groups.
Only Cong Chun diligently bent over to work, though he vaguely sensed that everyone was rejecting him.
Cong Chun just wanted to borrow the gardening shears from a boy.
Cong Chun politely mentioned it several times, but the other party ignored him.
In the end, Cong Chun had no choice but to leave, and behind him he heard the man cursing in a mocking tone.
"Are some people really blind? Can't they see I'm using it?"
"That's exactly right. They take advantage of being temporary workers, and if they can't do a good job, they can just pack up and leave."
"I heard that the young master drove him back last night. None of us get that kind of treatment."
"He's so clumsy at his job, and it's a wonder he's a college graduate."
Cong Chun felt upset. They were clearly chatting just now and hadn't used garden shears.
Immediately afterwards, the boy began to speak eloquently, holding gardening shears and about to cut a white calamus seedling.
Cong Chun saw this and stepped forward to stop it, saying that this was not a weed.
The boy scoffed, shoved Cong Chun aside, and cursed.
"I've long heard you're a country bumpkin, an ignorant fellow. What is this but weeds?"
"Get out of the way, you nuisance."
Cong Chun stubbornly tried to stop him, knowing he would be heartbroken if his carefully tended plants were cut.
The next second, the chatter of the onlookers behind them suddenly fell silent.
A gentle and clear voice came from inside.
"This is indeed white calamus."
"Young Master Lu, why have you returned to the country?"
The male servant looked at the newcomer, and his expression suddenly became somewhat reserved.
Before he went abroad, Young Master Lu often came to the Duan family to visit the young master, and almost all the servants in the Duan family knew him.
Lu Tinglan ignored him and looked at Cong Chun first; the boy's face was flushed red from the sun.
Lu Tinglan used her long, slender fingers to remove her sun hat and put it on Cong Chun's head.
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then looked up at the newcomer. Before him stood a handsome young man with deep-set eyes. He wore a light-colored shirt, exuding a gentle and refined air, like a figure from a painting, graceful and serene.
A faint medicinal fragrance lingered around Cong Chun's nose.
Lu Tinglan's voice sounded gentle, but it made the male servant beside her lower his head in shame.
"Admitting mistakes is not shameful; what is shameful is blaming others to cover up mistakes."
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