Chapter 2 Stubborn Guessing

Shen Boyan's hand wiping his hair paused.

He was a little embarrassed all of a sudden and didn't know what to call Cheng Wenjun. He just watched Cheng Wenjun turn on the big light in the living room with a "pop".

The light dazzled Shen Boyan's eyes.

"Why don't you turn on the lights at home?" Cheng Wenjun asked.

"Sorry, I forgot." Shen Boyan rubbed his eyes.

The vision is a bit blurry. He saw Cheng Wenjun put the briefcase in his hand on the sofa, raised his neck slightly and untied his tie.

"Why save electricity?" Cheng Wenjun said as he hung up his tie. He seemed to glance at the clothes hanger in the entrance, and his eyes glanced over Shen Boyan's wet coat, but he didn't continue.

He also hung his coat on the hanger, next to Shen Boyan's. After putting on his slippers, he quickly walked past Shen Boyan and walked straight into the master bedroom bathroom.

Shen Boyan's eyes followed Cheng Wenjun, and finally relaxed when the door closed with a bang.

Before his hair was dry, he felt the chill from the air conditioner and couldn't help but sneeze.

But the sound of sneezing was buried in the sound of water coming from the master bedroom and disappeared without a trace. He stared at the door of the master bedroom for a while, and finally turned back to his room.

That feeling of disobedience has been lingering in my mind for the past few days.

Shen Boyan dug out the hair dryer in the cabinet and absentmindedly pulled at his dripping hair.

He would feel strange, and it was definitely not just the conclusion he came to after that meeting.

Amidst the buzzing of the hair dryer, Shen Boyan sorted out the memory that made him gradually doubt Cheng Wenjun's identity for the umpteenth time like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The second time they met was after he had just attended an academic exchange conference.

His suit didn't fit well, it felt a little loose around the waist, and it always felt uncomfortable. At the end of the day, when he and several professors in the next door office were planning to go to the barbecue restaurant next door for a meal together, Cheng Wenjun's WeChat message was sent.

[Xiaoyan, will you go visit your new home later? 】【[Positioning]】

【I heard you are getting off work at this time, I'm almost there. ]

Shen Boyan pinched his phone and hesitated.

"Sorry." He politely interrupted the conversation of the people next to him, "I have something to do in a moment, so I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the dinner party."

"It's okay." Professor Xu Ruchang next door smiled, "Go ahead, little one. Shen."

He took a taxi. During the rush hour after get off work, the tram started and braked very quickly, bouncing around in traffic.

It was already half an hour later when we arrived at Jinyang Garden. Shen Boyan obviously felt motion sickness, and his legs were shaking a little when he got off the car.

Cheng Wenjun was not waiting in a conspicuous place. Shen Boyan looked at the strict access control at the entrance of the community and sent him a message.

[I'm here, where are you? 】【In the car. 】

Cheng Wenjun replied after a while: 【I haven’t seen you come after waiting for a long time. I’m sorry. 】

Then Shen Boyan saw Cheng Wenjun walking out of a somewhat high-profile Porsche on the side of the road. The dark red body of the Porsche flashed at Shen Boyan, and as soon as he was stunned, Cheng Wenjun was standing in front of him.

"Let's go, Xiaoyan." Cheng Wenjun said to him.

Shen Boyan nodded.

He is still a little uncomfortable and usually takes the subway whenever he can. But today I was afraid that Cheng Wenjun would wait, so I was in a hurry. Unexpectedly, it took a long time in the end.

When Cheng Wenjun saw Shen Boyan nodding, he took the lead and walked forward. Cheng Wenjun is very tall. Although he has a face that is not overpowering, his shoulders are broad, his back muscles are just right thick, and his legs are of course very long.

At this moment, he was walking a little fast, and Shen Boyan could barely keep up.

The house is on the middle floor of a certain building. Cheng Wenjun opened the door and said to Shen Boyan: "We are in a hurry to get married and don't have time to buy a new property. I bought this house two years ago and I will live here temporarily."

He turned on the light in the living room with a "pop" sound. : "I didn't know why when I bought it, I didn't buy the one on the top floor."

Shen Boyan heard some unwarranted ridicule in Cheng Wenjun's tone.

Cheng Wenjun had no intention of getting out of the way, so he could only reach over Cheng Wenjun's shoulder and look at the whole room under the bright light.

This house is not that big. But the living room is spacious and the room is not too small. The entire decoration is dominated by beige and white, giving it a warm and refreshing feel.

It's my favorite style. Shen Boyan thought.

He remembered that when he was in college, Cheng Wenjun lived off campus. He and Fang Youhan had been to Cheng Wenjun's house many times - it also had almost the same style.

"I pretended casually at that time." Cheng Wenjun spoke at this time and stepped aside half of his body. "I don't like the style that much. But it should be very comfortable to live in."...Ah.

Shen Boyan's memory was interrupted and he was stunned for a moment.

He was a little confused, but he still passed Cheng Wenjun and walked in.

He didn't want to step on the clean floor with his leather shoes, so he just looked at the carpet at the door. There is a little new fragrance floating in the room, which smells good. Don't like it?

Why do you suddenly dislike it?

"We can move here after we get the certificate, okay?" Cheng Wenjun asked him, "There are two rooms, and we can live in them separately."

"Yeah, okay." Shen Boyan responded slowly.

After viewing the house, they had no need to stay any longer.

When he was at the gate of the community, Cheng Wenjun asked, "Xiaoyan, do I need to take you back?"

"Ah, no need." Shen Boyan calculated the distance and found that it was not far from the school. In addition, after all this trouble, it was already past dinner time. He had not eaten anything during the meeting, and now he was already hungry: "I can just eat by myself and then walk back."

He paused, thinking about Cheng Wenjun Maybe he didn't eat because he was waiting for him: "Have you... eaten?"

Under the night, Cheng Wenjun's expression looked a little surprised.

"I've eaten," he said.

Shen Boyan was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that Cheng Wenjun had already had dinner, so he could only smile politely and stiffly.

"Then I'll..."

"What do you want to eat?" Cheng Wenjun interrupted, "I'll eat with you."

"Thank you, but no need." Shen Boyan always felt that it was strange to be watched while eating, and he didn't want to Such a waste of the other party's time, "I can go by myself."

"Then I'll take you off." Cheng Wenjun was very persistent, "I'll take you to a place to eat."

"...Okay." Shen Boyan had to compromise, " I'll trouble you."

In the end, Shen Boyan was dropped at the door of a Japanese food store by Cheng Wenjun in his high-profile Porsche.

Shen Boyan has not liked eating cold food since he was a child, let alone seafood. But in the end, it was hard to offend Cheng Wenjun, so he had to pretend to be satisfied and get out of the car.

Then, after the Porsche drove away, he turned into a spicy hotpot on the roadside.

The spicy hotpot was delicious, and the portion was so heavy that Shen Boyan could still eat it at midnight. He lay in bed, feeling bloated and unable to sleep.

Facts have proven that if people have insomnia, they will think too much.

He tossed and turned in bed that night, thinking at the same time "Why did Cheng Wenjun change" and at the same time "Why did Cheng Wenjun not remember anything".

Even though the frequency of contact between the two of them had gradually dropped to zero in the years since Shen Boyan went abroad, that was not what Cheng Wenjun said back then. ...

Shen Boyan remembered that he felt a little disappointed the night he checked the house.

It was difficult for him to convince himself to accept the fact that Cheng Wenjun had changed a lot, so he wanted to escape a little on the day he received the certificate.

When he saw Wu Chen and Cheng Wenjun chatting happily at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and Wu Chen showed a clear smile, Shen Boyan was not in a good mood.

But no matter what, he still looked dull and out of touch. He stood in front of the two people and said, "I'm here."

Wu Chen glanced at him, as if he thought he was a bit rude.

"You're late." He said to Shen Boyan.

Cheng Wenjun also tilted his head: "It doesn't matter, just be later, it doesn't matter."

Shen Boyan glanced at his watch. Their appointment was at two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was only one fifty-nine now.

But it was useless to be serious. The two people were talking and were already preparing to leave to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Shen Boyan put away the inappropriate stubbornness in his heart and followed the two of them.

The signing process was mundane. Shen Boyan wrote his name in a few strokes and subconsciously turned to look at Cheng Wenjun.

Cheng Wenjun lowered his head, his eyes very focused. He held a somewhat inferior gel pen from the Civil Affairs Bureau and signed his name in a flash. Cheng, Wen, Jun.

Shen Boyan looked at it, originally feeling that the signature had not changed much from before, but after taking a closer look, he suddenly discovered something was wrong.

He originally saw Cheng Wenjun's signature. His leave application form from high school, and the notebook he borrowed from Cheng Wenjun in his senior year of high school.

He had read the names on the title page of the notebook many, many times. Cheng Wenjun likes to make the vertical part of the character "Cheng" very long, and the first stroke of the character "Jun" also has a beautiful hook.

But although the name Cheng Wenjun signed just now looks similar in general, the subtle habits are very different from before - the writing is a bit too regular.

Inexplicably, Shen Boyan began to care about this matter crazily.

Think about it when you hand in your form, and think about it when you take photos. The shutter clicked, leaving his face without an obvious smile.

That night he suffered from insomnia again.

Mental excitement and physical exhaustion were intertwined. Shen Boyan stared at the ceiling of the classroom dormitory.

They had been friends for at least many years, from high school to college. At least Shen Boyan himself still remembers those memories of being friends clearly, and they are stored in his mind like old photos.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for many years, he never thought that Cheng Wenjun would change so much.

He didn't like the decoration style that had been used for a long time, and he forgot that he didn't eat seafood; even vague things like his tone of voice and acting style seemed to be very different from the time when they knew each other.

He couldn't tell what was different, but he felt uncomfortable everywhere in today's meeting.

Cheng Wenjun would not be like this in the past. Regardless of whether he cares about the other party, he will make everyone feel comfortable as if he knows everything by himself - it will not be like the situation today.

Shen Boyan didn't quite understand.

People are going to change.

He could only comfort himself so much.

But despite being relieved, he still couldn't convince himself.

Habits can be forgotten, but what about signatures?

Although these were not decisive factors, Shen Boyan suddenly became stubborn. This thought was swirling in my brain and I couldn't get rid of it.

So, for the first time that day, he thought - could it be that he really was a different person?