Chapter 16: The Injustice

Shen Boyan found the brooch he had stuffed in the deepest part of the drawer.

He had never taken it out and it was still brand new.

There was a suit sent by Cheng Wenjun in the closet. He awkwardly tried to put it on, and after making sure there was no problem, he quickly stuffed it back.

He lay on the bed early. But perhaps because of too much thinking, I still couldn't fall asleep.

Before going to bed, he had been thinking about Cheng Wenjun. It was just that it was late at night and his brain became extremely sluggish, and in the end he couldn't think of anything.

At the last moment, his mind kept replaying the face of Mr. Miles Wen who was being monitored.

The face looked a little distorted.

In Shen Boyan's eyes, it was as if Cheng Wenjun's eyebrows and facial features were peeled off, and a gloomy human figure emerged.

It was difficult for Shen Boyan to understand that expression.

I don't know whether it was because the dream was what he thought, but Shen Boyan really dreamed of Cheng Wenjun.

First it was a high school campus. Cheng Wenjun's mother, Jiang Jing, walked menacingly past the door of their class on high heels.

Shen Boyan went to Cheng Wenjun's classroom to look for him after class, but found no one. After asking several classmates, Shen Boyan went all the way to the rooftop and saw Cheng Wenjun leaning on the railing, looking at the misty clouds in the distance.

He didn't smile, and his expression actually looked a little cold.

Shen Boyan called his name. He turned back in response, with a smile on his face: "Shen Boyan? Why are you here?"

"Are you okay?" Shen Boyan asked.

"I'm fine." Cheng Wenjun's smile faded a little.

He lowered his eyes, looking a little tired. Shen Boyan stood there, and when everything around him began to become blurry, he said, "Then I won't bother you."

The scene changed to the second year of high school. Several of them made an appointment to celebrate Fang Youhan's birthday in the KTV. When the atmosphere was just right, someone pushed open the door with a clang.

"How can I see you here?" The visitor looked at Cheng Wenjun arrogantly, "My good brother, you still have such idle thoughts. Do you want me to tell your mother?"

Through the rotating and flashing lights of the KTV , Shen Boyan suddenly stood up when he saw Cheng Wenjun.

"Sorry." Cheng Wenjun looked at them and smiled apologetically, "It's my brother, Cheng Wen'an."

He turned to look at Cheng Wen'an again: "Let's go, Xiao An."

"Why should I leave?" The person stared at him. , with a bad expression, "Shouldn't you be the one begging me?"

"Please, Xiao An." Cheng Wenjun frowned, his tone pleading, "Let's talk about what you want."

They left. As soon as the door closed, Shen Boyan felt a little uneasy.

"I know that person." Fang Youhan came over and whispered to Shen Boyan, "That person is one of Cheng Wenjun's father's illegitimate sons. It is said that he is particularly arrogant and domineering, and finds fault with Cheng Wenjun every day." "

One of them?" Shen Boyan Yan heard himself ask.

"There is also a man named Cheng Wenxiu." Fang Youhan said, "I happen to be sitting at the same table with Chi Yang now... That man is quite low-key and I am not familiar with him."

Shen Boyan stood up.

In the dim dream everything was messy and twisted. He left the private room and walked towards the stairwell, and happened to bump into Cheng Wen'an leaving in a hurry.

Cheng Wen'an seemed to be no longer arrogant. Shen Boyan didn't know why, but saw Cheng Wenjun at the corner.

The dream suddenly became clear. Cheng Wenjun leaned on the handrail of the stairs, his eyes glowing with a little light in the darkness. He didn't smile.

Shen Boyan felt that he was very unhappy, so he slowly took two steps forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

Cheng Wenjun noticed him, turned his head and smiled, "It's okay."

Shen Boyan didn't know what to say. How to answer, just look at him quietly.

After a while, the tug-of-war between the two finally came to an end. Cheng Wenjun finally stopped smiling. The smile that rose between his eyebrows fell away little by little, and returned to the expression that Shen Boyan had when he first saw him.

Shen Boyan walked over and stood beside him. The only sounds in the corridor were the distant music and their breathing.

"Do you believe in fate?"

Cheng Wenjun suddenly asked after a long period of silence.

"Do you believe that no matter how hard you try, those things that should happen will still happen?"

"No." Shen Boyan replied, "I don't believe it."

Cheng Wenjun put his index finger on his lips and suddenly let out a short laugh. .

"I don't believe it either." He said with a somewhat cold tone.

"I don't want to believe it either."

Another twist, one Christmas, Shen Boyan was standing on the street in country A, and Santa Claus in the shop next to him was working hard to attract customers.

The laughter turned into messy notes one after another, noisily pouring into Shen Boyan's ears.

But he just stared at his phone screen.

The "Merry Christmas" he sent to Cheng Wenjun at nine o'clock in city B has not received an answer until now eight hours later.

He looked at Cheng Wenjun's circle of friends and the photos he took. A bouquet of flowers was placed on the table with the text "Merry Christmas".

Posted two hours ago.

He clicked on Cheng Wenjun's WeChat business card. The avatar is a little cuckoo, and the signature is "There is a destiny somewhere."

There is a destiny somewhere.

What does Cheng Wenjun want to say?

Shen Boyan stood on the street in a foreign country, clutching his cell phone so hard that his palms hurt.

I didn't understand it at the time, and now I was even more confused in my dream.

In the end, he felt his head hurt more and more, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. In the bone-chilling cold wind of Country A, he suddenly opened his eyes from the bed.

The curtains were drawn, not a ray of light came through, it was probably still late at night.

Shen Boyan glanced vaguely - it turned out that the quilt had been kicked off by him, and he was lying on the ground pitifully.

He sat up from the bed and rubbed his temples vigorously.

The lingering power of the dream was a bit heavy, and Shen Boyan's throat was dry and dry, with waves of annoying stinging appearing as he breathed.

He didn't want to get up, so he pulled back the quilt and lay down. But the stinging sensation in his throat was so strong that he couldn't sleep for a while.

Shen Boyan had no other choice but to struggle to get up and go to the living room to pour water.

There was no light on in the living room. Shen Boyan blinked hard twice, and after adapting to the dull darkness, he skillfully took out his cup, found the kettle and poured a small cup.

Just moisten your throat.

He drank it in one gulp and prepared to go back to his room and continue sleeping.

But when he passed Wenjun's room, he seemed to hear a small sound.

It wasn't the sound of turning over in sleep, but a thin, human-like sound.

Shen Boyan subconsciously stopped and tried to listen carefully. But the human voice had disappeared, and the room became silent again. ...Maybe it's an illusion.

Shen Boyan was really sleepy, he thought drowsily.

He settled back into bed and fell into a deep sleep. …

On the day of the family dinner, Shen Boyan put on his suit, pinned the brooch carefully, and went out with Cheng Wenjun.

Cheng Wenjun changed back to the low-key car. He wore a dark red tie and a dark suit, looking very calm and reserved.

Shen Boyan didn't say anything to Cheng Wenjun along the way. Their car stopped at the Cheng family's old house. Shen Boyan opened the door and got out of the car. He heard Cheng Wenjun say something unexpectedly: "Xiaoyan, I wanted to be a gentleman and open the door for you."

"...Oh." Shen Boyan Not very used to this, so I could only respond.

They walked side by side to the living room of the old house. Cheng Wenjun was so close that their arms were almost touching.

Shen Boyan felt the stiff fabric of Cheng Wenjun's suit constantly rubbing against his own - this was a somewhat inconvenient distance.

But he moved a little space, and Cheng Wenjun quickly followed him; moved again, and followed again. In the end, Shen Boyan really didn't want to get entangled in such a trivial matter, so he had no choice but to let him go.

A servant helped them open the heavy wooden door.

The door has not yet opened, but the sound has arrived.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Wen?" A slightly rich middle-aged male voice sounded.

Behind Shen Boyan's slowly opened door, there happened to be a man wearing a suit and looking modest and elegant.

The man smiled at Cheng Wenjun: "Wen Dong should have been picked up by you, why did you arrive so soon?"

"I can do it myself, uncle." Cheng Wenjun also showed his usual smile, "You came so early. "

It's not too early." The middle-aged man, Cheng Wenjun's uncle, Cheng Shunyang, came up to him and patted Cheng Wenjun on the shoulder like a loving elder. "Your aunt has been here a long time ago. She was still downstairs with you just now." Dad is talking!"

The two of them exchanged pleasantries, but completely forgot about Shen Boyan's presence next to them.

Cheng Shunyang pulled Cheng Wenjun and half-intentionally led him into the living room. No one paid attention to Shen Boyan behind Cheng Wenjun, and of course no one came to say hello.

"Come on, come on." Cheng Shunyang pulled Cheng Wenjun towards the sofa, "We, uncle and nephew, haven't talked to each other for a long time."

"That's right." Cheng Wenjun replied with a smile, "First of all, I wish my uncle a happy New Year in advance. ."

Shen Boyan followed them and looked around the living room.

Suddenly he saw two women coming from the kitchen.

One of them had his hair tied up in a somewhat classical bun and his clothes were light and elegant; while the other one was wearing a simple but exquisite little dress, with long hair hanging around his shoulders.

The elegant woman smiled, but the expression of the long-haired woman was indifferent. When the elegant woman raised her head and saw the group of people approaching, she raised her voice and said, "Wenjun, are you here?"

Cheng Wenjun immediately stopped talking to Cheng Shunyang.

"Mom." He said to the elegant woman affectionately.