Chapter 59 Wipe Away Your Tears and Move Forward
Mo Xizhi pursed his thin lips slightly, his tone neither warm nor cold, his whole demeanor aloof.
The boy leaned against the table by the window, his quiet and detached gaze fixed on Cong Chun. Sunlight fell on Mo Xizhi's face, as if shrouding it in a thin mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
Old Mo explained to Cong Chun with a smile on his face.
"Xiao Xi has always been a man of few words. Today, seeing that it was too hot, his family asked him to bring me some mung bean soup."
"I also came to visit the school."
"Cong, why don't you sit down and eat with us?"
"I brought a lot of mung bean soup, and I can't finish it all by myself."
The security guard, Lao Mo, spoke with such enthusiasm that it was hard to resist, while Mo Xizhi, standing to the side, remained completely silent throughout.
The grandfather and grandson had completely opposite personalities.
The stainless steel thermos contained chilled mung bean soup. Cong Chun waved his hand sheepishly, indicating that he had already eaten.
Old Mo didn't press the matter further, and instead inquired about Cong Chun with concern.
"Have you found a place to stay?"
Cong Chun nodded and briefly explained his job.
"I found a job with room and board included."
“My employer’s child broke a bone and had difficulty living, so I took care of him.”
Actually, taking care of Duan Mingxiao is quite easy, much easier than taking care of Grandma's chickens and ducks.
At least the young master can eat by himself, and there's no need to worry about him getting lost, so Cong Chun doesn't have to follow the footprints to go outside and look for him.
Old Mo listened for a moment, and since the treatment was not bad, he didn't say much more.
"That's fine then."
"However, I overheard some logistics staff at the school talking recently, and they mentioned that it's inconvenient for freshmen who live far away to buy train tickets."
"New students can enroll a week early this semester to register for accommodation."
"We might send out a notification to you freshmen in a few days."
A hint of joy was clearly visible in Cong Chun's eyes.
Being able to move into the school dormitory a week early was good news for him.
Cong Chun was originally worried that once the young master's cast was removed in a few days and he finished his rehabilitation, he wouldn't need her anymore.
Then I'll have to find a new place to live.
"By the way, where are your parents? Didn't they come to Jinghai with you?"
“My grandmother lives in the countryside, and I came to Jinghai City by myself.”
After Cong Chun finished speaking, Lao Mo didn't ask any more questions, but Mo Xizhi, who was standing to the side, looked a little strange.
At that moment, Cong Chun noticed his phone vibrating slightly in his pocket. The boy's beautiful eyes widened for a moment, and then the phone rang.
It was a completely unfamiliar phone number.
Cong Chun subconsciously pressed the call button, fearing that someone might be calling him about something important.
A violent and vicious male voice came from the phone again.
Yi Longtian's voice came through again. He had just been bullied by his boss at the construction site and was now filled with anger that he had nowhere to vent.
Why does everyone look down on him?
Even that idiot Cong Chun dared to contradict his elder. Yi Longtian felt that he hadn't vented his anger enough, and then he discovered that Cong Chun had blocked his phone account.
Yi Longtian then borrowed a coworker's phone number to call Cong Chun.
The guard booth was instantly filled with the man's vicious and vulgar words.
Mo Xizhi frowned upon hearing this. The boy's face remained expressionless, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Cong Chun.
Cong Chun had her back to him, but her right hand, which was holding the phone, was visibly trembling.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then quickly hung up the phone.
My eardrums were ringing as if someone had hit them with a drumstick.
He quickly composed himself, looked at the two people in the guard booth, and began to speak with barely managed to remain calm.
"Excuse me, that person may have dialed the wrong number."
"I...I have to go back now, thank you."
Cong Chun instinctively wanted to leave; he needed to calm down.
After all, Cong Chun was afraid that the next second, he wouldn't even be able to speak clearly.
Because he was a late talker, Xiao Congchun couldn't say some single words or reduplicated words when he was two years old.
The villagers all said in private that Old Man Cong had a very hard life; his son was an idiot, and his grandson was also an idiot.
Grandpa Cong felt bad after hearing this. Although his family was poor, he still took out the money he had painstakingly saved and took Xiao Congchun to the town hospital.
Unfortunately, the town had poor medical conditions, and after a doctor's examination...
The fact that Xiao Congchun's physical examination report showed intellectual developmental abnormalities further confirmed this rumor.
Fortunately, one day later, Cong Chun began to slowly utter some reduplicated words and single characters.
After attending school for a while, they were able to communicate normally.
Even with excellent grades and ranking at the top, the mute idiot from Huai Shui Village overturned everyone's expectations.
Later, when they went to school, some boys in the class learned about the rumors and started bullying Cong Chun.
The foul language was unbearable to hear, and Xiao Congchun couldn't stand it, so she took the initiative to beat up those boys.
He helped his grandparents with chores since he was a child. He was very strong and could hold his own against three opponents.
Meanwhile, the boys who had bullied him went crying to the teacher to complain.
Finally, the group of parents went to the school principal, and the result was that the grandparents took him to apologize to each and every household.
Cong Chun also cared about his reputation back then.
He stood behind, silent and refusing to apologize.
But in order for him to continue his studies at school, his grandparents brought milk and eggs and went from house to house, bowing and apologizing.
Cong Chun stood behind the two, watching their backs gradually bend down, and suddenly burst into loud sobs.
He stepped forward, put his arm around his grandmother's waist, and grabbed his grandfather's arm, shaking his head desperately, not wanting the two of them to apologize.
He simply doesn't want to study; he doesn't want his grandparents to apologize.
But for the first time, his grandfather scolded him.
He didn't cry when he was bullied, and he didn't cry when he was called an idiot.
At this moment, Cong Chun suddenly felt like a burden on his grandparents, both heavy and useless.
Later, no matter how badly he was bullied, Cong Chun stopped fighting back.
He silently wrote down his wishes in his diary.
He just wanted to take his grandparents away from here.
The harsh words from the phone call just now kept echoing in my ears.
Suddenly, the face of her uncle, Yi Longtian, appeared before Cong Chun's eyes.
It overlapped with those who had bullied him, and they were exactly the same.
Cong Chun left the security booth, the scorching sun beating down on him.
Even though I have already left that place and come to a wider world, I have to choose to back down again.
Cong Chun was somewhat unwilling, for behind him lay the top university that everyone dreamed of, and he had been admitted.
If I choose to back down again, what's the point of desperately leaving that remote and backward town?
Now, he is facing the same predicament as before.
It was to give him the opportunity to make a different choice.
After figuring it out, Cong Chun suddenly felt a surge of immense courage.
He firmly believed that his first choice was correct, and this time he would not back down, no matter who bullied him.
He'll always get his revenge.
The grandfather and grandson exchanged a glance.
The next second, Mo Xizhi left the cool indoor space, where the air felt stuffy and hot.
Yenching University is located in a prime location in the city center, with a bustling commercial street right outside its main gate.
Cong Chun was about to take the bus back to the Duan family home, and he walked toward the nearest bus stop.
The sound of unhurried footsteps came from behind, always following Cong Chun.
Cong Chun noticed this and turned around. In front of him was a clean white handkerchief, which was handed to him.
Cong Chun looked up at the boy in front of her, her eyes slightly red.
Mo Xizhi spoke calmly and silently, but his gaze shifted elsewhere.
Wipe your sweat.
Cong Chun paused for a moment, sniffed, took it, and spoke in a low voice.
Mo Xizhi nodded without saying anything.
Cong Chun didn't use a paper handkerchief; he simply carefully put it into his pocket.
A moment later, Cong Chun raised the back of his hand and wiped his eyes.
Keep wiping away your tears and moving forward.
No one can stop him.
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