Chapter 169 Tying Your Scarf
The two sat on the edge of the bed, and the young master buried his head in Cong Chun's arms shyly.
How embarrassing…
The next second, Cong Chun heard a muffled sound coming from her arms, the tone somewhat hesitant.
"I wish I had met you sooner."
Cong Chun's gaze fell on the diary on the table not far away.
His diary.
It turns out it was still at home; it wasn't lost, and the young master found it.
Duan Mingxiao felt a deep sense of guilt.
Cong Chun patted the boy's back reassuringly, just like his mother would soothe him to sleep when he was a child. The boy shook his head indifferently.
He explained softly.
"In my heart, you are different from them."
"And I don't think there's anything wrong with the word 'stupid.' Every word has its own unique meaning."
"Just like my name, which my grandfather gave me, it's like the spring grass that grows on the ridge of the field in spring, it's very pretty."
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun chuckled softly.
"Your name is also very nice."
Duan Mingxiao suddenly raised his head and stared at him intently.
Cong Chun nodded.
The next second, the young master stared straight at him, trying to see if Cong Chun showed any sadness on his face, and whether he was lying for him.
Unfortunately, Cong Chun's clear eyes were like a tranquil lake, full of composure, and all those words came from the bottom of his heart.
However, the young master still felt somewhat guilty.
His narrow eyes were fixed on Cong Chun's face. The boy's smooth, dark hair was close to his ears, making him look well-behaved and quiet.
Time stood still, and silence fell over the moment.
[Cong Chun, I really want to know what you do when you're sad to cheer yourself up.]
[I want to know if you get a hot meal when you eat, and if you go to school hungry.]
Does anyone walk you home with you after school?
I don't want you to go hungry or cold, or be all alone. I want to be a close friend to you when you're young.
Even if I'm not with you, as long as you're not too lonely, that's fine too...
Cong Chun's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The next second, Grandma Wen's voice came from outside the door.
Cong Chun subconsciously pushed Duan Mingxiao away, a hint of panic flashing in the boy's eyes.
Duan Mingxiao's head hit the headboard with a moderate amount of force.
Bao Chun is incredibly strong!
Cong Chun's ears turned red; his strength was innate.
Grandma Wen stood at the doorway of the room, looking at the two of them with kind eyes.
"What do Baochun and Xiaocan want to eat tonight? Grandma will make it for you later."
The young master standing to the side smiled shamelessly.
"Grandma, I love to eat everything."
Grandma Wen gave a thumbs up, praising Duan Mingxiao for being a good child who wasn't picky about food.
Sunlight streamed into the room, making it warm and cozy. Cong Chun was happy to see his grandmother so happy. The old lady sat on a small stool to the side, and the three of them chatted and laughed. Cong Chun told his grandmother about what had happened at Yenching University.
Not far away, Luo Qing watched all this quietly, while Ji Ruhui patted his shoulder with feigned seriousness.
Finally, someone even more miserable than Ji Ruhui has appeared, haha.
Ji Ruhui was about to pretend to be a nice guy and comfort Luo Qing, since it was normal for Luo Qing to lose to A Can, and not to be disappointed.
Spring grass grows everywhere under the sun.
Unfortunately, Luo Qing ignored the chatter of the people around her. The boy's eyes darkened; he should have known that Cong Chun would not choose him.
The night was calm and rainless, with only the occasional barking of dogs coming from the courtyards of a few houses in the village. It was the eve of the Lunar New Year, and people were going to worship the Kitchen God tonight, making it more lively than usual. Groups of children from the village were playing everywhere, carrying firecrackers and sparklers.
Not far away, a group of people gathered in a field. This was originally a rice paddy. After the harvest, only the rice roots remained, like small wooden stakes driven into the mud. The soil was dry, waiting for the next spring to turn the soil and start a new round of sowing.
Duan Mingxiao was carrying two boxes of fireworks, while Cong Chun was carrying a red plastic bag filled with children's firecrackers and sparklers.
They bought them at the town market a while ago. Fireworks are not allowed in the city, and they had never been interested in them before. It was when they saw the fireworks that the merchants had set up outside in town that they suddenly remembered them.
This was quite a novel experience for them.
Cong Chun was wearing a light-colored down jacket and a scarf knitted for him by his grandmother around his neck.
Grandma told them to have fun tonight. She was at home preparing offerings for the Kitchen God, which was an easy task.
On the eve of the Lunar New Year, Cong Chun lit a sparkler, and the other three immediately crowded around, trying to light the sparkler. Soon, the group was gathered together.
In the pitch-black, boundless fields, this is where the light is most prominent.
The dry mud doesn't stick to your shoes, and the sweet, earthy smell mixed with the crisp air refreshes your mind.
The next second, the fireworks were lit.
Ji Ruhui shouted excitedly.
"Everyone, step back quickly, be careful not to get blinded by the explosion."
Immediately afterwards, a boy with messy pink hair stepped forward and pretended to light it.
"I'll order."
It was Ji Ruhui's feint.
The next second, the boy spoke again in a sarcastic tone.
"I'm really ordering."
Duan Mingxiao protected Cong Chun as they retreated, kicking Ji Ruhui in the process.
"Go to hell, hurry up!"
The next instant, a sharp cry pierced the sky, illuminating the dark night.
Like a dazzling flower of light blooming in the winter night, it shines brightly and illuminates the sky.
A happy smile unconsciously spread across Cong Chun's face.
The young master, who was not far away, did not watch the fireworks. In his eyes, fireworks were light pollution, and nothing was as beautiful as Cong Chun.
The boy's dark eyes were filled with amusement as he looked at Cong Chun.
I like you so much.
The deafening voice, louder than fireworks, startled Cong Chun for a moment, then he instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
In the boundless night, the tall figure beneath the fireworks reappeared in the pitch-black darkness.
In the wind, Cong Chun spoke, but his soft voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of fireworks.
However, it is still faintly discernible.
This short sentence.
"Me too."
Duan Mingxiao's heart pounded wildly. He couldn't be seeing things, could he?
Is this a coincidence? While it's possible that people might misread Cong Chun's lip shape in the dark, Duan Mingxiao always has the best eyesight.
Then he must not have misread it.
They bought a lot of fireworks and had a great time. Cong Chun sweated a lot and her face was flushed. Afraid of catching a cold, the boys quickly took a shower when they got back.
After washing up, Cong Chun was about to take the water to the door and pour it out.
A deep, pleasant male voice suddenly came from behind me.
Cong Chun turned around and saw that it was Luo Luo.
Luo Qing smiled gently at Cong Chun, but in the dim light, Cong Chun couldn't quite make out the expression on his face.
"Brother, I'm leaving tomorrow."
Cong Chun's eyes widened in surprise.
Luo Qing simply explained in a low voice that something had happened at the company.
Actually, this matter is also related to Cong Chun. The photos of the two of them taken before were somehow leaked, and Luo Qing received a call from her agent, saying that she had to go back to deal with it.
Actually, Luo Qing didn't want to get involved, but he was quite happy when photos of him and Cong Chun going out privately were leaked.
He is an actor, and whether or not he is in a relationship is his private matter. It's just that because he is a public figure, his every move is under the spotlight. These photos have been exposed, which will have some impact on him. However, even if it affects his career, Luo Qing doesn't care.
However, he didn't want Cong Chun to be affected by this.
During his time in Huai Shui Village, Luo Qing admitted that he had a rather happy period. The village was underdeveloped; probably only a few households had televisions or internet access. Most of the villagers were elderly people and children who didn't know him.
With limited entertainment options, he was able to go to bed early and get some rest.
Luo Qing also felt a certain degree of freedom.
I went to the town market, ate street food that I don't usually eat, and set off fireworks with everyone. Although there were some people I didn't like, it was still quite fun.
Faced with Cong Chun's persistent questioning, Luo Qing didn't explain much, only saying it was a small matter, but he needed to be present in person.
After the eve of the Lunar New Year, he won't stay here to celebrate the New Year. He's used to spending the New Year alone anyway, and he finds it noisy with too many people.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Qing took out a light-colored scarf from her bosom.
The boy's long, slender fingers wrapped the scarf around Cong Chun's head.
Only Cong Chun's eyes were visible; his ears were covered completely.
"Brother, this scarf is for you. Your old scarf looks a bit worn. Remember to keep warm in winter."
The scarf was hand-knitted by him and given to Cong Chun.
Before Cong Chun could react, he felt a warm sensation on his head and earnestly instructed Luo Qing.
"Thank you."
"Naluo, please be careful on the road."
I'll prepare breakfast for you tomorrow morning.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, brother."
"You can message or call me anytime if you encounter anything upsetting."
Cong Chun, wearing a scarf, nodded affirmatively.
Luo Qing looked at him quietly; Cong Chun had always been the kind of person he wanted to be.
However, he has been wearing this mask for many years and can no longer take it off.
How can someone who can't even take care of themselves have the energy to wholeheartedly love and care for another person?
Cong Chun spoke again.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Lolo is the first good friend I made online."
Luo Qing chuckled softly upon hearing this, feeling quite satisfied. After all, in Cong Chun's mind, he was considered the number one in a certain field.
"My first good friend I met online."
"That title sounds really good."
Luo Qing leaned down, closing the distance between them, and the boy kissed Cong Chun's forehead through his scarf.
It carries a sense of cherishing and saying goodbye.
"Brother, see you again when you return to Jinghai City."
Actually, that wasn't what Luo Qing originally wanted to say.
He was ready and planning a confession during this winter break.
He originally thought he was just one step behind Duan Mingxiao.
However, over the past few days, Luo Qing gradually realized that even if he were given the chance, Cong Chun would not choose him.
Brother, do you know?
I never cared about the billing order of the roles I played, but for the first time, I so desperately wanted to be the male lead in your life.
The unspoken confession was thus lost in the cold wind.
He seems better suited to playing one-man shows.
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