Chapter 49 Brother, Online Dating is Not...
The eldest young master wasn't home today, so Cong Chun took out his sketchbook early in the morning and started drawing flowers and plants in the backyard.
Mengmeng has been very attached to Congchun lately, so this morning, as soon as it saw Congchun's back, it wagged its tail and followed him to the backyard.
Perhaps it was because Cong Chun felt sorry for it a while ago and couldn't bear it, so he secretly fed it his own chicken leg.
Mengmeng, this dog, has completely betrayed us; it is no longer Duan Mingxiao's little brother.
It is now Cong Chun's little brother.
In the tea room on the other side, a man with slightly graying temples sat on the main sandalwood chair with intricate patterns, but he was in good spirits.
It was Xu Binzhou, a master of contemporary art.
The tea room was filled with the aroma of tea, and a painting of cranes, symbolizing good fortune, hung on the wall.
The clear chirping of birds echoed from the courtyard, and the winding corridors made this traditional Chinese residence a veritable paradise on earth.
Duan Mingxiao was considered Xu Binzhou's student.
Years ago, Yun Lanshuang's father and Xu Binzhou were close friends in the entertainment industry, having maintained a deep relationship since their student days.
Originally, Yun Lanshuang only wanted to use her father's connections to send Duan Mingxiao to Xu Binzhou's side to cultivate his character, learn some art, and develop a more reserved and composed cultural temperament.
It's not like they grew up to be like bandits from the mountains, unreasonable and irrational.
After all, Duan Mingxiao was a mischievous boy when he was young. If left unchecked for three days, he would climb on the roof and tear off the tiles. If ignored for five days, he would blow up the school.
For example, there used to be a pond of precious koi in Xu Binzhou's courtyard, but Young Master Duan has blown them up with firecrackers countless times.
Strangely, Duan Mingxiao's drawing was quite ugly, like scribbles, but the young master's handwriting was quite good.
The brushstrokes are swift yet powerful, penetrating the paper; it's clear that considerable effort has been put into them.
Xu Binzhou didn't expect this kid to achieve anything great; he just hoped that Duan Mingxiao would behave himself.
Unexpectedly, despite writing quite well, he ended up playing with cars instead.
The old man took a leisurely sip of tea, finding it sweet and soothing. His mind calmed down considerably. "That's enough," he thought.
Xu Binzhou slowly raised his eyelids, his gaze falling on Duan Mingxiao, who was teasing the bird, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"I'm dating someone."
The young master didn't say anything, but subconsciously raised the corners of his lips.
Xu Binzhou suffered from high blood pressure a while ago and has just been discharged from the hospital.
The old man was quite pitiful, having no children, and Duan Mingxiao thought it best to come and visit him since he had some free time.
Otherwise, if the old man dies at home, no one will be there to collect his body.
However, the old man has a very strange temper and doesn't like being disturbed.
Duan Mingxiao didn't ask beforehand, and it wasn't appropriate to bring outsiders along.
The young master's gaze fell on the parrot in the cage, but he didn't say a word.
Duan Mingxiao recalled that sweet kiss; it was quite soft.
His eyes were full of smugness.
However, can he and Chun Chun be considered to be dating?
Duan Mingxiao curled his lips. Anyway, he had kissed her and stamped the document, so she was his.
There's nothing Duan Mingxiao can't get if he wants it.
Now that he has a wife, if he wins another world championship, Duan Mingxiao's life will be complete.
Early in the morning, before dawn, Cong Chun sat on a stone bench in the backyard and began to paint.
He moved the periwinkle indoors to the stone table in the backyard to bask in the sun, but the strawberry seeds Cong Chun bought on Duopinpin never sprouted.
Cong Chun found it a bit strange.
Based on his farming experience, this shouldn't be the case.
Cong Chun was troubled when he suddenly remembered that Luo Luo had said she really liked the periwinkle he was growing some time ago.
If Cong Chun has time, please share more photos with him.
Cong Chun took a few photos of the periwinkle, opened the PT software, and sent the photos to the Ragdoll cat's profile picture.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun continued painting, and about an hour later...
Lolo replied to his message.
I didn't expect Lolo to get up so early today.
(Brother, you're amazing! You've taken such good care of the flowers.)
(Seeing my brother's flowers this morning made me so happy.) (Image of a kitten making a heart shape with its hands.)
Luo Qing yawned. The movie crew had a scene to film that morning. Although it wasn't his turn yet, the boys had arrived early to wait for their turn.
He certainly didn't believe that Duan Mingxiao knew how to grow flowers.
Luo Qing raised an eyebrow, but she didn't expect this young master to get up so early and not sleep in.
Young Master Luo believed that Duan Mingxiao must have stolen the picture from some website.
Even though it was Cong Chun who sent him the message, Luo Qing still felt that it was Duan Mingxiao who couldn't stand being alone.
The boy chuckled; it seemed the fish had taken the bait.
Cong Chun replied to his message seriously, adding a seemingly friendly emoji.
(Thank you, Lolo ^_^)
When Luo Qing saw this expression, a strange feeling flashed through her heart.
The next second, Luo Qing gagged.
What's with Duan Mingxiao, that old man, trying to act cute? It's disgusting.
Luo Qing thought for a moment, then forced herself to suppress her nausea and replied to Cong Chun's message.
(Brother, would you say we're in an online relationship?)
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment. Online dating?
He only considered Lolo as a friend online.
(How old are you? Are you still in school?)
Luo Qing thought about it and realized that she was already filming in the movie crew.
At the age of twenty, with seventeen years of work experience, Luo Qing started acting in film crews when she was three years old.
He has a wealth of work experience, but since he hasn't graduated from Yenching University yet, he's definitely still considered a student.
(Brother, I'm still in school.)
Cong Chun frowned, his expression somewhat serious.
She remembered what the young master had told her: there are many bad people outside.
(You're still young, don't start dating yet. There are a lot of bad people out there, and girls especially need to be careful.)
Cong Chun assumed that Luo Qing was a young girl from a poor family, since the food she had sent him last time was not very good, like the kind of food he had fed to a child.
Although Cong Chun's family was poor, at least they had eggs to eat, which seemed to be better than what Luo Luo was eating.
Luo Qing realized that the person opposite him had mistaken him for a girl.
(Brother, I'm not a girl.) (Sad kitten emoji)
(You won't stop chatting with Lolo just because she's not a girl, will you?)
Cong Chun was stunned; Luo Luo was actually a boy.
However, it was indeed his fault for not asking beforehand and instead making a preconceived notion based on the profile picture. Cong Chun felt somewhat ashamed and annoyed.
(sorry.)
Luo Qing held her phone, staring intently at the screen, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Duan Mingxiao actually apologized.
(It's okay.)
(Whether I'm a boy or a girl, Lolo is still your brother.)
After Luo Qing finished uttering those disgusting words, she let out a long sigh of relief.
That damned Duan Mingxiao, he's blind, his mind is full of women, he should just die.
Immediately after, Luo Qing sent another message.
(Brother, let me send you something.)
Young Master Luo suddenly remembered that he had accidentally come across a video of sending raffia as a gift to his girlfriend.
Hmph, he decided to send this young master some junk and trash to play with him.
So Luo Qing shamelessly asked Cong Chun for the address.
Cong Chun had initially politely declined, thinking that Luo Luo was already having such a hard time, yet she was still thinking of sending him things.
This person truly considered him a good friend, which deeply moved Cong Chun.
Finally, after Luo Qing pleaded and begged repeatedly...
Cong Chun eventually gave him his current address.
I saw the address sent by Cong Chun.
Luo Qing's mouth was practically crooked from smiling. Hehe.
This is clearly the Duan family's address, and the person on the other end of the phone screen is Duan Mingxiao. That bastard, he's just pretending to be innocent.
That's hilarious! Just wait until I, Luo Qing, send you a bunch of useless junk.
As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Qing began rummaging through the lounge for the "junk" she was preparing to mail out.
When assistant Xiao Zhu came in, she thought her boss, Luo, had gone completely crazy due to the immense pressure he had been under lately.
Luo Qing put her hands on her hips and looked around. In Luo Qing's eyes, any mask that cost less than 100 yuan was a no-name brand.
He took some generic face masks, a few pairs of disposable chopsticks, and several bags provided by the brand.
One bag was made of soft plastic, and the other of hard paper, which Young Master Duan switched between carrying.
Then Luo Qing also threw in a disposable slipper.
When asked why he didn't put out a pair, Duan Mingxiao explained that he had a limp, so one slipper was enough to save resources.
Luo Qing pondered for a moment, feeling that the things she had sent out were a little too good.
Duan Mingxiao doesn't deserve such a good thing.
He emptied the water from the mineral water bottle and picked up a few empty bottles.
Throw everything into a cardboard box, cover it with a pile of raffia, and send it to Duan Mingxiao for postage payment.
After thinking about it, Luo Qing became even more eager to see the expression on the young master's face after receiving this box of "gifts".
That afternoon, Cong Chun received a package from his online friend, Luo Luo.
Luo Qing chose the most expensive courier service when she sent it, and it arrived in the same city that afternoon, which was very fast.
However, when signing for the package, Cong Chun paid the postage of thirty-two yuan out of his own pocket.
Cong Chun only has seventy-odd yuan left. His grandmother gave him the money to buy an eighty-yuan cell phone, but it broke down.
There were also train tickets to Jinghai City, some of which were left over, but they all went towards my uncle's family's food expenses.
Cong Chun clenched the seventy yuan in his hand; he needed to find a chance to get the money back for the food expenses he had spent.
However, Cong Chun hugged the large express delivery box tightly, feeling a little excited, as it was the first time an online friend had sent him something.
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