Chapter 159 Sense of Crisis Overwhelming
In the blink of an eye, their student days are over, and now they are strolling along the tree-lined paths of the university.
In the depths of winter, the camphor trees lining the tree-lined avenues of Yenching University have all lost their leaves, leaving them bare.
Two figures appeared, one in front and one behind. Cong Chun was in front, and Mo Xizhi was behind.
They just attended a touring exhibition that has just ended.
It's a personal museum about the great writer Leo Tolstoy, a global touring exhibition that recently arrived in Jinghai City.
The museum houses the manuscript of "War and Peace," with its dense text revealing the passion behind its creation.
Cong Chun really liked the book "War and Peace," and the reason was quite simple.
It was because this was the only book that belonged to him. Cong Chun also only had this book, which was a reward for his good grades.
Cong Chun has read this book more than twenty times, and he can basically pinpoint the exact page range of the plot.
Now that Cong Chun is able to earn his own money, he used some of his savings to buy other books by the author at the exhibition.
Winter is the perfect time to read Russian literature, with its vast, boundless forests, desolate and cold snowfields, and the cold currents from Siberia.
In such extreme environments, people emerge who grit their teeth, forge ahead through wind and snow, and stubbornly refuse to admit defeat.
Cong Chun carried the heavy load of newly purchased books in his arms, but his steps were light and agile.
It turned out that what Mo Xizhi was about to tell her was to take her to the Russian Literature Book Fair. There were quite a lot of people at the book fair, many of whom were parents with their children.
"I'll get it for you."
His indifferent tone carried a hint of gentleness, and the boy's hands were exceptionally beautiful and long, with distinct knuckles.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Xizhi reached out his hand. He was taller than Cong Chun and stood to the side, casting a shadow. The boy then reached out to take the book from Cong Chun's arms.
Cong Chun instinctively took a step to the side while holding the book, and smiled as he spoke to Mo Xizhi.
"It's okay, I can do it myself."
"Thank you so much for taking me to the book fair today."
Things that Cong Chun used to look forward to are now starting to come true one by one, and it seems that Cong Chun's luck has really improved.
Seeing the boy's smiling face, Mo Xizhi withdrew his hand, pursed his lips slightly, and said softly, but his eyes were fixed on Cong Chun.
But Mo Xizhi's eyes were like snow, indifferent and weightless, making them difficult to perceive.
The next second, the boy raised his hand and put it on Cong Chun's shoulder, seemingly trying to close the distance between them.
"We don't need to be so polite between us."
Cong Chun hadn't thought about his student days for a long time, but seeing Mo Xizhi now suddenly brought back those memories, and only monotonous colors came to mind.
However, even those monotonous days had some happy moments.
For example, during the weekly Friday cleaning activity, Cong Chun liked being assigned to clean the library, which had the most complicated tasks, and he was very happy about it.
Cong Chun would finish her work quickly and diligently, then hide in a corner of a bookshelf, admiring the books she had longed for. After the big cleaning was over, she would reluctantly put them back on the bookshelf.
The next second, Cong Chun blinked, a bad feeling rising in his heart. He nodded, and the next second he looked at Mo Xizhi beside him and said gently.
"Then I'll go home first."
"Goodbye, Mo Xizhi."
Cong Chun turned around, took a few steps forward, and a field of white flowers appeared before his eyes.
Mo Xizhi stared at Cong Chun's back. Although he was so close, he felt that he was very far away and could not reach him no matter how hard he tried.
Just like back then, there was a huge gap between the first place and the sixty-eighth place on the report card.
However, at that moment, a cold, deep voice suddenly rang out from behind, carrying a hint of repression.
"Can you choose me?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Cong Chun, who was not far away, stopped in his tracks. It was snowing.
The first snow of the season quietly arrived in Jinghai City.
Pure stillness, utterly silent, the desolate sky seemed to breathe, exhaling fine snowflakes that danced before my eyes, quickly disappearing upon landing.
Just like in our lives, we may unexpectedly encounter new intersections, but we may be unable to develop new relationships.
Originally, Mo Xizhi only wanted to stand behind Cong Chun and silently bless him, but how could one be completely unmoved when liking someone?
He had tried to restrain himself, but why did the surge of emotion in his chest become so intense upon seeing the other person?
The next second, a slightly hoarse voice spoke again, but this time it was in Cong Chun's ear.
The boy's strong arms wrapped around Cong Chun's shoulders, and Mo Xizhi held Cong Chun tightly in his arms. The boy's profile was handsome and refined, with his brows slightly furrowed.
I've always liked you.
“During my senior year of high school, I went back to the school to look for you, but the people there told me that you had dropped out of school.”
"I... am afraid that I will never see you again."
"Please give me a chance to protect you."
Cong Chun's breathing slowed slightly, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Does Ogawa like him?
Cong Chun was strong and quickly broke free from the boy's embrace.
"Mo Xizhi, I've always been here, I'm fine."
"I have a boyfriend," Cong Chun hadn't said those words yet.
A deep male voice came from behind him. When Cong Chun heard the familiar voice, he suddenly felt a little guilty, and his expression even stiffened.
Not far away, Duan Mingxiao held up a black umbrella. The man was expressionless, his thin lips slightly parted, but the words he spoke were extremely cold.
The young master scoffed lightly, his sharp eyes looking at Mo Xizhi in front of him, but they seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.
"Ha, what do you mean by being afraid of never seeing you again?"
"Then never see him again."
Duan Mingxiao's narrow eyes revealed a cold indifference, but he didn't stop talking.
"To arbitrarily interfere in other people's feelings is morally flawed and of questionable character."
"Mo Xizhi, a freshman majoring in diplomacy at the law school, is currently preparing to run for president of the Yenching University Student Union. It's really kind of you to take the time out of your busy schedule to care about my girlfriend."
Mo Xizhi narrowed his eyes, his expression cold and unpleasant. He stepped forward and gripped Cong Chun's wrist tightly.
"Cong Chun is not your possession alone."
Duan Mingxiao was so angry he almost laughed.
He grabbed Cong Chun's arm, pulled him in front of him, and kissed Cong Chun on the cheek in front of Mo Xizhi.
Although the young master's kiss landed on Cong Chun's cheek, it was delivered with all his might, as if he were stubbornly holding back.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at Mo Xizhi.
"Did you see it clearly?"
"I am Cong Chun's girlfriend."
"You should be able to hear and see properly, right?"
"No, there are actually people in this world who like to pretend to be deaf and dumb."
Cong Chun tugged at Duan Mingxiao's sleeve, trying to get the boy in front of him to stop talking. The young master was very good at cursing; Cong Chun had seen many people cry from Duan Mingxiao's scolding.
The next second, Duan Mingxiao turned his head with a cold face, his dark eyes glancing at Cong Chun. The boy didn't speak, but the sense of oppression was extremely strong.
But Cong Chun heard his inner thoughts.
I'll deal with you when we get back.
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