Chapter 67 Thomas the Tank Engine
Cong Chun pulled his suitcase into the dormitory assigned by the school.
The dormitory building has an elevator, so it's not difficult to get up there.
Yenching University's dormitories are four-person rooms, all with bunk beds and desks underneath. The dormitories look very clean, but there is inevitably some fine dust floating in the air.
Cong Chun randomly chose the bed on the right side near the door.
He took out a dark red patterned bed sheet he had brought from home, which featured vibrant peony flowers and golden corn patterns.
Cong Chun didn't have a mattress, so he just laid a thin cotton quilt that his grandmother had brought him underneath.
Although Cong Chun could feel the hard bed board on his back when he lay down, this was how he slept in the countryside and in the town before; it was either a bamboo bed or a wooden bed.
There's nothing I'm not used to.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun, like a diligent little bee, took out some clothes and sheets she had brought and hung them on the balcony to air dry, taking advantage of the bright sunshine.
The air was filled with the fresh scent of mint soap.
After resting for five minutes in a chair, Cong Chun cleaned up the common areas of the entire dormitory.
I called my grandma, and before I knew it, it was evening.
He'll rest tonight; he'll go out to do part-time work tomorrow.
Cong Chun, the "King of Migrant Workers," only then discovered the message Duan Mingxiao had sent him.
The car wreckage was scattered all over the ground, next to which stood the gleaming championship trophy.
Mengmeng seemed to sense its owner's scent and followed, not even daring to wag its tail. It hung its head, looking dejected.
Even the dog sensed that something was off about the atmosphere.
Butler Chen stood behind the door, looking at the boy kneeling on the ground and the mess around him, and sighed helplessly.
"Young Master, you're back."
A moment later, Duan Mingxiao turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, his voice suppressing a hint of anger, and his tone was choked with emotion.
The sound was quite loud, almost turning on all the motion-activated lights in the Duan family's house.
Where is Duan Chengshan?!
When Butler Chen saw Duan Mingxiao's appearance, his heart tightened.
He had watched Duan Mingxiao grow up, and he knew that the young master in front of him had the same temperament as his teacher.
She is even better than when she was young.
Once the two of them clash, they're both quick to argue and determined to fight to the death.
Duan Mingxiao was going crazy; all he wanted to know was where Cong Chun had gone.
Catch him and give him a good beating, then see if he dares to leave without saying goodbye again.
At the same time, Duan Mingxiao felt a dull pain in his heart. Was it because of Duan Chengshan that Cong Chun left?
Yun Lanshuang arrived at this time. The woman was wearing a light nude-colored cheongsam and had light makeup on her face. Today was Duan Mingxiao's birthday, and as his mother, she should come back to celebrate with him.
"Your father is still in a meeting and won't be back until later."
Even if Duan Mingxiao was unhappy, he would not take his anger out on Yun Lanshuang.
Immediately afterwards, Yun Lanshuang reached out to the boy in front of her and handed over Duan Mingxiao's phone.
Duan Mingxiao silently accepted it without saying a word.
He silently packed all the wreckage of the racing car model on the ground into the box, then carried the box upstairs.
As they passed Yunlan Shuang, the woman spoke.
Are you having dinner tonight?
Duan Mingxiao had a cold face.
Duan Mingxiao had no appetite left; he was too angry to eat.
Looking at the empty room, Yun Lanshuang spoke to Butler Chen beside her.
"Can'er, she's really gone mad this time."
"He won't even eat."
“Even when I was angry, I still had to eat.”
Butler Chen: ……
The next second, Yun Lan Shuang noticed the trophy on the ground and asked Butler Chen to have someone clean it up and put it in the display case.
How can something so important be left lying on the ground?
Over here, Duan Mingxiao saw Cong Chunfa's text message and jumped up and down in anger like a cat with its fur standing on end.
(Young master, I have to start school soon. I already resigned from my job last night.)
(I'll be studying at Yenching University from now on; I don't know where you're studying.)
(If you're free, and I'm free too, we can hang out together!)
(I prepared a birthday present for you. I made it by hand, so I hope you won't mind.)
(Happy birthday! ^_^)
Oh. Oh oh oh. Oh my ass.
Duan Mingxiao was furious when he saw this, and he smashed his phone on the ground without hesitation, making a loud noise.
Who wants to hang out with an idiot like you?
Wouldn't it be embarrassing to take him out to collect recyclables later?
Ding dong, ding dong, more messages are bombarding us.
The phone had just been smashed to the ground by Duan Mingxiao and fell under the bed.
Duan Mingxiao hesitated for a moment, then silently crawled under the bed and fished out the phone.
The young master, despite his germaphobia, unlocked his phone screen. It must be that Chun Chun had a change of heart and sent him a message.
As it turned out, it was Ji Ruhui, that blind fool, who sent the message to Duan Mingxiao.
(Hey Chan, you won the championship, come out and celebrate tonight!)
(By the way, bro, I'll give you an unforgettable birthday celebration. You're welcome!)
(Remember to bring your partner along, it's more fun with more people.)
(I'll bring my girlfriend too, hehe.)
My partner, my partner ran away, damn it!
You're the only one in the whole world with a partner, what's there to brag about!
The next second, Duan Mingxiao immediately made a video call to Cong Chun, but he didn't answer. He kept calling.
They played from dusk till night, calling every three minutes.
Finally, Cong Chun accepted the offer.
Cong Chun didn't turn on his camera. He had just finished showering when Duan Mingxiao called him on video, and he accepted without thinking.
Cong Chun stared at the dark screen of his phone, and when no one on the other end spoke, he finally spoke.
"Young Master, why aren't you saying anything?"
Is the internet connection bad?
"Then I'll hang up."
Just as Cong Chun was about to hang up the phone, a deep male voice came through, deliberately suppressing his anger, making it impossible to discern any emotion.
"Why don't you turn on the camera?"
Cong Chun lied; his eyes were still swollen, and he didn't know why they were even more swollen after taking a shower that night.
"I've already turned off the lights and am in bed asleep."
Duan Mingxiao's tone was clearly angry.
"It's seven o'clock now, not one in the morning."
Cong Chun's face flashed with guilt at being exposed.
If Grandma finds out he lied, she'll definitely slap him.
He could only stammer and mumble.
"But I used to go to bed at seven o'clock in the village."
Duan Mingxiao was so angry he laughed, but he still stubbornly refused to admit it.
"You mean I usually disturb your sleep?"
Cong Chun held his phone and thought about it carefully.
That's true to some extent, because the young master sometimes likes to come to my room and sleep with me late at night.
Then Duan Mingxiao would say he felt very hot and couldn't sleep. Cong Chun usually just used a fan, so he had to turn on the air conditioner.
Duan Mingxiao would also take away Cong Chun's blanket, leaving Cong Chun without a blanket to cover himself. Without a blanket, he would get cold, so the young master would say that he could cuddle with him while sleeping because he was warm.
So Cong Chun honestly answered, "Yes."
Anyway, now that the young master isn't by his side, the sky's the limit and the sea's the limit. The young master can't pinch Cong Chun even if he wants to.
Upon hearing Cong Chun's reply, Duan Mingxiao's ears practically spit fire, and he looked like Thomas the Tank Engine lying on the tracks, grumbling angrily.
However, Duan Mingxiao maintained a calm and composed tone.
"I'm so sorry to have put you through this."
"It's alright, you can go now..."
Anyway... from now on, every typhoon day will see a handsome, kind, innocent, mature and steady man who will always be there, calling out "Cong Chun" in the wind and rain.
No man will ever love you like I do.
Foolish spring, you'll never know what you've lost.
Cong Chun frowned, unconsciously pursing her lower lip. She had just taken a shower, and her eyelashes were still wet, fluttering up and down for a moment.
The young master told him to leave, but he's already gone. Didn't the young master see the message he sent?
That's true. It's been pinned to the top by countless video calls from Duan Mingxiao, and now it takes a long time to find it.
Should I send it to him again?
Cong Chun silently emphasized it again.
"But, young master, I'm already gone."
Duan Mingxiao quickly pinched his philtrum to try and save himself.
"Cong Chun, this is the last time I'm messaging you. I'll count to three, and tell me where you are now."
"If you don't tell me the truth, I will never go out with you again."
“1…..2…..2.1…..2.3….2.38….”
Cong Chun hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke.
"I moved into the school dormitory ahead of schedule."
Cong Chun had barely finished speaking.
A series of rhythmic knocks came from outside the dormitory door.
Cong Chun was timid, and he was the only one in the dormitory. The boy shivered and looked towards the dormitory door to ask.
Who are you?
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