Chapter 27 Happy New Year

Cheng Wenjun didn't get the reaction he wanted, but Shen Boyan didn't have much time left to pay attention.

When he got in the car, he could no longer keep his eyes open, and he just managed to hold on for a breath without falling asleep. The blurry lights in his field of vision drifted past, flickering, but he never completely lost consciousness.

There was probably a lot of jubilation in the streets. Shen Boyan followed Cheng Wenjun in a daze, and returned home through the festive air.

As soon as the door closed, the jubilant atmosphere on the street completely lost contact with him.

The decoration style of the house is still warm, but the atmosphere is cold.

"I'm going to sleep first." Shen Boyan said to Cheng Wenjun.

Cheng Wenjun paused for a moment and asked, "Are you so uncomfortable?"

Shen Boyan was not in the mood to explain his condition to him, so he just said "hmm" and turned back to his room.

A "bang" sound separated him from the person outside.

Shen Boyan washed his face, changed his clothes, and went to bed hastily wrapped in a quilt. He was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the quilt.

He didn't know how long he slept before he opened his eyes.

It's not yet dawn, but it has already changed from completely dark to gray-black. Shen Boyan had a splitting headache and rested on the bed for a while before taking out his phone and checking the time. Half past four.

Shen Boyan opened the screen, and a large list of messages popped up, with Shen Boyan at the top.

What Shen Boxuan sent him was a post from a certain application. Shen Boyan clicked it, squinted his eyes and realized that this was what happened at the amusement park last night.

Above the brightly lit amusement park, the letters S and B are extremely visible. The poster wrote two sentences: [What is this? Who did this? Do you want to scold someone? 】

Someone scolded him in the comment area: 【There is a limit to getting attention. There is obviously a letter, so what's the matter with you cutting it in half? ]

Shen Boxuan made six points on this: [. . . . . . ]

Shen Boyan felt that his head was going to explode, so he replied six points: [...]

Scroll further up, and Shen Boyan still clicked and texted [Happy New Year] affectionately.

Shen Boyan also replied with [Happy New Year].

He exited the chat page with Shen Poxuan and responded to messages from Fang Youhan, Fang Shengyun and others.

Then, he saw Cheng Wenjun's blessing.

[Happy New Year, I hope you will have this day every year and this day every year. ]

Shen Boyan didn't know what to say, so he replied: [Thank you, you too. ]

After replying for a while, he became more alert. Looking further up, Meng Xinqiao actually sent him a lot of messages.

Meng Xinqiao: [Professor Shen, have you taken your medicine? ]

Meng Xinqiao: [Are you okay? 】

Meng Xinqiao: 【Happy New Year, I wish Professor Shen success in his career, and more SCIs in the new year! [\Spread flowers][\Spread flowers]]

Shen Boyan held the phone, thought about it slowly, and said to Meng Xinqiao: [Thank you for your blessings, and I wish you good luck in your career in the new year. ]

He also wanted to say to Meng Xinqiao, thank you for caring about me. But in the end it was not sent.

A little overstepped.

They are really just friends.

However, no matter how he said it, Shen Boyan felt very comfortable getting along with Meng Xinqiao.

He is somewhat similar to Cheng Wenjun. He can easily notice the state of the people around him and can say things that everyone likes to hear. These skills seem to be their instincts after being tempered for many times, and they can be used like a fish in water.

Shen Boyan envied and admired such people very much, just like he envied and admired Cheng Wenjun.

Perhaps due to illness, Shen Boyan felt that he was extra sensitive.

He held his cell phone and thought - if the person he was marrying now was the former Cheng Wenjun, he would definitely not be like this.

At least, he would pay more attention to himself than Meng Xinqiao.

Thinking like this, Shen Boyan unknowingly looked up the chat history between himself and Cheng Wenjun. Last year, the year before that.

Scroll all the way to the end, it is the New Year of the year before last. Cheng Wenjun said to him: [Happy New Year, I wish you success in your studies! 】

Shen Boyan changed his mobile phone, and all the things from earlier were gone.

He was a little frustrated, watching that brief blessing followed by his own equally brief answer. During their years abroad, they had very little communication. But Shen Boyan still remembers the blessings Cheng Wenjun sent him during the New Year in his senior year of high school.

The air conditioner in Shen Boyan's room broke that day, but no one came to fix it. He huddled alone in the ice-like quilt and received the message from Cheng Wenjun.

[Happy New Year, classmate Shen Boyan!

Today is the third New Year’s Eve since I met you. I don’t know if you are happy at home, but I always hope that you will be happier in the new year.

If you need any help, you can come to me and Fang Shengyun; if you are in a bad mood, you can also come and talk to me. No matter what happens in the future, we will always be your and your sister’s solid support.

I wish you good health in the new year, that you can get what you want, and get into the university you want to go to! ]

Shen Boyan didn't know how to describe his mood when he saw the news. He only knew that he took a screenshot and secretly stored it in his mobile phone. He kept it for several years and never deleted it.

It wasn't until his phone was stolen by a thief abroad and he tried his best to recover the files that this screenshot disappeared from his world along with blessings.

To this day, he recalls the scene in confusion, but he can still remember every word smoothly.

In fact, Shen Boyan later found out that Cheng Wenjun not only wrote these things to him, but also sent the same long message to Shen Boyan, Xuanfang Youhan and others.

They are the same, but so what. How?

Shen Boyan at least felt the sincerity of Cheng Wenjun's blessing.

Drowsiness returned. Shen Boyan pressed down his phone and threw it aside. Just sleep. He can't sleep to death. ...

"Xiaoyan?"

At some unknown time the next day, a voice came to Shen Boyan's ears.

Shen Boyan struggled to open his eyes and bumped into Cheng Wenjun's face.

He was startled, and his sleepiness disappeared completely.

"How is your health?" Cheng Wenjun asked him with concern.

Shen Boyan calmed down and said, "Normal."

"I'm going to my old house today to pay New Year's greetings." Cheng Wenjun smiled, "Get up, little lazy boy."

Shen Boyan got goosebumps for no reason. He twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly: "Okay, you go out first."

After driving Cheng Wenjun away, Shen Boyan felt a little more comfortable.

After this night's sleep, his cold was much better, which at least allowed him to celebrate the New Year with Cheng Wenjun normally.

They had breakfast and got into the car. Shen Boyan was particularly sober. He didn't want to talk to Cheng Wenjun, so he pretended to look out the window.

The green belt of the highway keeps sliding past. A car next to them gradually moved forward and was level with them. Shen Boyan looked around casually, but suddenly saw Wu Chen.

It turned out to be such a coincidence.

Wu Chen frowned and seemed to be on the phone. Cheng Wenjun did not recognize Wu Chen, but turned to Shen Boyan and said, "There are probably many guests in the old house today."

Shen Boyan said "hmm" without making any comments.

The car parked in the parking lot of the Cheng family's old house. Cheng Wenjun handed the gift he brought to the butler who came up and was welcomed into the living room.

Jiang Jing and Cheng Shunhao are both there. Although they were in the same room, they sat at one end of the sofa and looked like they would never interact with each other.

"Dad, Mom."

Cheng Wenjun smiled broadly.

Shen Boyan also called his parents. Jiang Jing stood up enthusiastically and took Cheng Wenjun's hand: "Wenjun, mother has been waiting for you for a long time."

Cheng Wenjun followed Jiang Jing's wishes and sat down next to her: "It's not too late."

"No, no. "Jiang Jing smiled, "It's just that mom can't wait any longer."

Compared to the enthusiastic Jiang Jing, Cheng Shunhao remained silent as always.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses today, looking elegant and quiet.

Jiang Jing ignored Shen Boyan, pulled Cheng Wenjun and started chatting.

Shen Boyan was so happy that he just sat quietly aside.

But not long after, there was another noise at the door. Shen Boyan raised his head when he heard the sound and saw Wu Chen walking in.

As expected, he also came to pay New Year's greetings to the Cheng family. Shen Boyan thought.

Jiang Jing stood up, but her attitude was ordinary.

"Aunt Jiang." Wu Chen put on a smile on his face that was smelly most of the time, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year." Jiang Jing just asked him to sit down, "Your brother is here too. He is sitting right now." Here it is."

Shen Boyan and Wu Chen looked at each other, both seeing a bit of indifference and resistance in each other's eyes. However, Wu Chen, probably because of his relationship with Fei Jin, still called out: "Xiaoyan."

"Brother Wu Chen." Shen Boyan nodded.

Several more people came one after another. A group of people gathered in the living room, Jiang Jing greeted and arranged everyone properly.

But Cheng Shunhao has remained silent, acting as an invisible person who does not exist.

After a while, it was finally time for dinner. Jiang Jing welcomed everyone to the dining table, and the housekeeper had already arranged for the dishes to be placed.

"Everyone can eat whatever you want, don't be polite to me." She smiled, "Just treat it like your own family."

She sat down, moved her chopsticks, and the others started eating with the host.

There will inevitably be chatting at the dinner table. A wife surnamed Wang and her child, who is in the third year of high school, talked about the college entrance examination while chatting.

"This boy of mine." Mrs. Wang said half reproachfully and half dotingly, "his grades are just like that, neither good nor bad. I'm going to send him to country E to study for an undergraduate degree."

"That's good," Another wife echoed, "Study a business major and take your old Wang's class later."

"Hi, but I'm worried." Mrs. Wang looked at Jiang Jing, "If my child's grades are as good as yours, Cheng Wenjun, I will Don't worry too much."

"Yes," someone said quickly, "Wenjun was in University B, right?"

There was a slight pause.

Jiang Jing's smile did not change: "No."

"Back then, I didn't want Wenjun to be too far away from me, so I let him stay in C City."

"That's a shame." Mrs. Wang sighed, "I remember Wenjun passed the exam That's pretty good. Oh, by the way."

She looked at Wu Chen and said, "I remember your brother Xiaochen's grades were pretty good too. Where is he now?"

Shen Boyan held the chopsticks in his hand when he was suddenly mentioned. .

Wu Chen's expression remained unchanged.

"He did not perform well in the college entrance examination." He said, "He only passed C major."