Chapter 24 How to Face Him

In the summer of Shen Boyan's sophomore year of high school, Cheng Wenjun did not choose to go abroad, but took the college entrance examination.

On the day of the college entrance examination, his parents did not come to see him off. Shen Boyan, Shen Boxuan, and Fang Youhan were waiting outside the examination room. Shortly after the bell rang, Cheng Wenjun and Fang Shengyun walked out of the school gate one after another under the noon sunshine.

"Let's go, let's go." Fang Youhan said to the two of them with a smile, "I'm going to starve to death."

"I just know how to eat." Fang Shengyun said sarcastically, "Don't you know how to say hello to your brother?"

"Okay, okay, Greetings to you, greetings to you." Fang Youhan was speechless.

Cheng Wenjun stood aside and laughed, tilted his head and said to Shen Boyan and Shen Boxuan, "They are always like this."

"They don't look like they are big." Shen Boxuan commented, not knowing whether he was talking about Fang Youhan or Fang Shengyun.

The two days of the college entrance examination passed uneventfully. Shen Boyan and the others were busy preparing for their senior year review, while Cheng Wenjun and Fang Shengyun started their happy summer vacation.

Shen Boyan took a moment to look at his cell phone while he was busy. Cheng Wenjun went to Shangri-La with a friend he didn't know where he came from. In the photos in the circle of friends, the friend standing next to him has a bright smile. From a photography perspective, it seems as if he is leaning on him.

As he was watching, two messages popped up on WeChat, from Cheng Wenjun.

Cheng Wenjun: [[Picture][Picture]]

Cheng Wenjun: [Are you studying on your own? ]

Shen Boyan stared at the two landscape photos that did not appear in his circle of friends. The sky in the photo is blue and the horses are grazing with their heads down.

He seemed to feel a little relieved. He held his cell phone and hid in the textbook and replied: "Yes." 】【very nice. ]

Cheng Wenjun sent a string of [hahahaha].

【study well! ] He said to Shen Boyan.

【Um. 】Shen Boyan replied.

He turned off the screen and reopened the book.

The life of a high school senior is certainly boring. Shen Boyan peeked into Cheng Wenjun's life day after day from his circle of friends and the few words he said.

He doesn’t post in Moments, but he can always see Cheng Wenjun’s messages and likes under his WeChat friends’ Moments. Cheng Wenjun seemed to be living in every corner, and seemed to have a good relationship with everyone. It seemed that his relationship with everyone was the same as his relationship with Shen Boyan.

Shen Boyan didn't know why he was doing this, he just kept thinking about it over and over again.

Cheng Wenjun performed normally and achieved very good results. On the day when the scores were released, he and Fang Shengyun came to the school to find Shen Boyan and the others, and they took advantage of the short dinner time to meet.

"I'm going to S city." Fang Shengyun grabbed the barbecue sign, "Study in Sino-foreign joint venture there, and then go abroad in a few years."

He glanced at Shen Boxuan, and then did not continue.

So Cheng Wenjun interrupted: "I still want to go to city B."

"Your score is enough." Shen Boxuan said.

"Yes." Cheng Wenjun nodded, but did not give an accurate answer.

He picked up a mutton skewer, and the heat from the barbecue restaurant blurred his face: "Go if you can."

But when the admission was over, Cheng Wenjun sent a message to Shen Boyan.

Cheng Wenjun: [I went to University C. ]

Shen Boyan was surprised the moment he saw the news. University C is also a very good school, but Cheng Wenjun’s score is much higher than the admission score of University C, so it is definitely not the first choice.

He hesitated, not knowing how to ask. However, Cheng Wenjun didn't let him get entangled anymore, and quickly said on his own initiative: "My mother doesn't want me to leave City C." ]

Shen Boyan fell silent for a moment.

【How are you? 】he asks.

There was silence for a while, and then the answer was: [Not very good. ]

Shen Boyan quietly raised his head and looked at the blackboard.

Night is self-study time. If he pretends to be sick and asks for leave...

He has never done this before, maybe he can ask Shen Boxuan how to perform.

As he was thinking about it, Cheng Wenjun sent another message: [I will be at the school gate soon. Is it convenient for you to come over when get out of class is over? 】

【convenient. ] Shen Boyan quickly replied.

When the bell rang, he pushed his chair away and ran downstairs. Walking through the deserted playground at night, when he stood panting at the school gate, he saw no one.

He stood there blankly, looking at the traffic on the road outside the school gate.

There are only ten minutes left before get out of class ends. Shen Boyan thought that Cheng Wenjun might not have arrived yet, so he was waiting at the school gate. But he waited and waited. When there was only one minute left before class started, Cheng Wenjun didn't even come.

Shen Boyan hesitated for a while, then the school bell rang.

The harsh ringing echoed in the campus. He felt a little disappointed, but he had no choice but to turn around and prepare to leave.

But he suddenly heard Cheng Wenjun's voice.

"Shen Boyan!" Cheng Wenjun called him, "Sorry, I'm late."

Shen Boyan turned around when he heard the voice and saw Cheng Wenjun running over in a hurry, carrying a cup of milk tea in his hand.

"I'm sorry." Cheng Wenjun repeated. He looked at Shen Boyan and said, "I wanted to talk to you... I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Shen Boyan shook his head.

Cheng Wenjun reached out and handed the milk tea through the iron railings of the school gate. Shen Boyan reached out and took it. The milk tea was ice cold, diluting the sultry heat of the summer night.

"Go and study by yourself." Cheng Wenjun waved to him.

Shen Boyan looked at him: "Then I'm leaving."

"Bye." Cheng Wenjun smiled.

Shen Boyan rushed back to the classroom holding the milk tea. Fortunately, no teacher came to the class for this self-study period. Shen Boyan quietly slipped back to his seat from behind the door. Before he could sit down, Fang Youhan touched him with his elbow.

"What are you doing?" Fang Youhan asked with a gossipy face.

"Nothing." Shen Boyan said, "Someone came to see me."

Fang Youhan stopped asking. Shen Boyan drank the cup of milk tea brought by Cheng Wenjun alone, but his brain was still unclear and he was feeling dizzy.

He felt like his heart felt a little lighter, but still heavy.

The relief may be because Cheng Wenjun is late; the heaviness...maybe it is because Cheng Wenjun may not be seen often in the future.

Cheng Wenjun will establish close or distant relationships with new people. Then their connections will gradually fade and disappear in the distance, and they will just become ordinary friends. Ordinary friends.

Of course, maybe now, they are just ordinary friends. ...

In the guest room of the yacht, Shen Boyan stared at Cheng Wenjun, clearly feeling that he had been stabbed by the words "ordinary friends".

He took a deep breath and finally swallowed the words on his lips.

After Cheng Wenjun finished speaking, he lowered his head again, sat blankly on the bed, and stopped making any sound.

"Cheng Wenjun?" Shen Boyan calmed down and continued to call his name, "Cheng Wenjun?"

There was no response at all this time.

Shen Boyan waited for a while and saw that the man was really drunk, so he stepped forward and pushed him.

Cheng Wenjun fell onto the bed with a thud, unconscious. Shen Boyan was speechless. After checking his breathing and confirming that he was not dead, he knelt down and helped him take off his shoes.

Then, he stuffed Cheng Wenjun directly into the quilt.

When Shen Boyan took a shower in the bathroom and came out, Cheng Wenjun was still lying upright.

Shen Boyan sat down on the bed and stared at Cheng Wenjun in a daze.

If he was facing Shen Boyan himself now, how could he call his former self "him"?

Cheng Wenjun's personality changed suddenly two or three months ago; after getting married, he seemed to know nothing about the past.

And Shen Boyan himself has a weird feeling about 'substitution'. When piles and piles are stacked together, they appear to be particularly reasonable.

Sure enough, Cheng Wenjun didn't really forget.

And this is the answer.

Shen Boyan exhaled in confusion.

He should be a pure materialist, probably believing that everything can be explained by the laws of objective reality. He has no faith and is not afraid of ghosts. But now he couldn't deny his discovery at all.

However, none of this matters.

It doesn't matter whether there is a ghost or not, it's all a matter of minutiae.

The point is - where did Cheng Wenjun himself go?

Shen Boyan rubbed his face vigorously, raised his head, and stared directly at 'Cheng Wenjun' in front of him.

He felt that Cheng Wenjun in front of him had some special purpose.

Judging from the marriage, the inexplicable attentiveness and the uncomfortable details of the relationship, this motive may have something to do with himself.

As for what it is...

we'll have to wait and see. ...

Cheng Wenjun was so drunk that he didn't wake up until noon the next day.

At that time, Shen Boyan had already gotten up and was sitting on the recliner in the room to reply to the message.

"Xiaoyan?" Cheng Wenjun smiled at him, his voice even hoarse than yesterday.

Shen Boyan turned his head and glanced at him.

The curtains were half-opened, and Shen Boyan was sitting in the dim shadow.

His eye shape is very similar to Xia Sanbai, but not so aggressive. At first glance, he just looks very distant.

"Are you awake?" Shen Boyan asked.

He stood up and looked at Cheng Wenjun.

"Well, I'm awake." Cheng Wenjun rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile, "My head hurts - probably because I drank too much yesterday. Didn't it cause you any trouble?"

"No." Shen Boyan shook his head.

"That's it." Cheng Wenjun smiled as if he was relieved.

He seemed to want to say something else, but Shen Boyan interrupted softly.

"Want to order room service?" Shen Boyan asked.