Chapter 44: Abandonment

Shen Boyan silently glanced out the window.

The heavy rain formed a curtain of rain under the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the scene on the street into a blur that was completely unclear.

The conversation on the phone was between him and Cheng Wenjun, which ended half an hour ago.

Shen Boyan: [How's it going? Nothing happened? 】

Cheng Wenjun: 【No, no, I'll be there soon. ]

Shen Boyan: [Where are you? 】

"I'll ask him." Fang Shengyun said, taking out his mobile phone, "This boss's rain, don't go to the wrong place."

After making the call, he put the mobile phone on the table. The waiting sound lasted for about a minute, and then a busy tone came from the receiver.

"What's going on? Something really happened, right?" Fang Youhan was worried.

They chatted one after another. Shen Boyan held his phone and remembered what Cheng Wenjun said to him in the morning.

"I have a club activity this afternoon, I can't turn it off." Cheng Wenjun told him, "I'll come as soon as I finish. Wait for me - I've prepared a surprise for you."

Shen Boyan could even think of Cheng Wenjun saying this. expression.

He winked a little slyly.

"You can look forward to it."

Shen Boyan is really looking forward to it. When he first arrived at the place, he was even restless, his heart pounding in his chest, like a drumstick beating violently.

But now Cheng Wenjun is late, for more than an hour. It was raining heavily outside. Shen Boyan understood that this was all due to the heavy rain, and his mind was filled with worries about Cheng Wenjun's safety.

No reply for half an hour. It's been half an hour.

Shen Boyan couldn't hold it back and sent another message: [Are you okay? ]

Before he could click send, the store door was pushed open. The sound of wind and rain poured in along the half-open door. Shen Boyan looked up and saw Cheng Wenjun put away his umbrella.

"Cheng Wenjun!" he shouted.

When Cheng Wenjun heard the voice and greeted them, he immediately laughed.

But his smile was obviously incompatible with his appearance - he looked very embarrassed, his white shirt was wet and splattered with mud; his hair was wet and hanging down, sticking to the side of his face.

Shen Boyan saw a dark red scratch on his elbow.

"I'm late. I'm really sorry." Cheng Wenjun said apologetically, "I'm sorry, something happened on the way."

"Are you injured?" Shen Boyan stood up suddenly and accidentally kicked over the chair. .

The chair fell to the ground with a loud noise, blocking the first half of Cheng Wenjun's reply: "...I got up and came over."

"What?" Shen Boyan was startled.

"I fell down on the road." Cheng Wenjun stepped forward, "It took me a while."

"Your look is so unique." Fang Shengyun looked at him, "Is it okay?"

"It just scratched it." Cheng Wenjun Smiling and shrugging, "It's nothing."

For some reason, Shen Boyan always felt that Cheng Wenjun's smile was a little forced.

He didn't seem to be very interested, so he lowered his eyebrows and said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"Not yet, let's order now." Shen Boxuan pulled out the menu.

Several people ordered the dishes enthusiastically.

Shen Boyan opened a large bag of restaurant paper on the table and stuffed it to Cheng Wenjun. Cheng Wenjun wiped his face haphazardly with paper and threw the large ball of paper towels into the trash can.

He wiped his wet hair and suddenly looked at Shen Boyan as if he remembered something.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to bring the gift." He still looked apologetic, "I'll give it to you later, okay?"

Shen Boyan was stunned.

He then belatedly remembered the 'surprise' Cheng Wenjun had promised him that morning.

But the weather was so bad, and he didn't want to worry about it.

Shen Boyan shook his head: "It doesn't matter, let's eat first."

The last meal seemed quite enjoyable.

Several people chatted at Shen Boyan's birthday dinner, talking about college life and plans to travel together during the summer vacation. Cheng Wenjun, like everyone else, occasionally said a word or two and occasionally listened, but it seemed to be no different.

But Shen Boyan still felt that he was not happy.

As the time got later, they said goodbye and left one after another. Shen Boyan and Cheng Wenjun were traveling the same way, so they took Cheng Wenjun's ride.

The air conditioner in the car made Shen Boyan feel a little cold. He wanted to talk to Cheng Wenjun, but when he turned his head, he suddenly saw Cheng Wenjun's expressionless side face, and his heart suddenly shuddered. What’s wrong with you? he wanted to ask.

But Shen Boyan just thought that he was more of a coward than he was in high school and didn't ask.

He didn't know whether Cheng Wenjun was unhappy because of his birthday appointment in the rainstorm; or whether he was unhappy because of his own urging; or whether there was something else in the club that made him unhappy.

And he couldn't think of a reason because he couldn't understand Cheng Wenjun's expression.

Just like every other moment.

Shen Boyan thought with mixed emotions.

Although they were studying together the day before, he rubbed his eyes, and then Cheng Wenjun magically took out a bottle of eye drops.

"Let me help you." Cheng Wenjun asked him to lower his head, "Open your eyes wider--"

Shen Boyan then opened his eyes wide, making his field of vision look ridiculous.

After instilling the eye drops, he shed some physiological tears. Cheng Wenjun took out paper and wiped the corners of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he pinched the almost non-existent cheek flesh.

At that time, Cheng Wenjun smiled very real.

It was different from now, but Shen Boyan didn't know why.

Cheng Wenjun wanted him to know so that he could know.

He was always like this towards Cheng Wenjun, helpless.

Cheng Wenjun turned the steering wheel with a calm expression, and the lights outside the car window reflected on his face, bright and dim. He didn't take the initiative to speak, but looked steadily at the road outside, as if he was concentrating on driving.

The air-conditioned wind traveled all the way to Shen Boyan's bones, feeling ice cold. The car parked downstairs in his dormitory, and he opened the door. The sultry wind suddenly drove away the coolness. He mustered up the courage to look back and asked, "Are you unhappy?"

Cheng Wenjun's figure in the dimness paused for a moment.

"No." He said, his voice was a little hoarse, "Go back and have a good sleep."

The courage Shen Boyan had mustered up in his heart was suddenly shattered, and he was completely relieved.

"Have a good rest." He looked at Cheng Wenjun and could only say in vain.

"Goodbye." Cheng Wenjun smiled and waved to him. ...

Late at night, the rain showed no sign of stopping, but became heavier and heavier.

While struggling to close the window, the roommate glanced at QQ and said in surprise: "Oh, Shen Boyan, today is your birthday."

He picked up his phone and showed it to Shen Boyan: "QQ reminded me."

Shen Boyan Yan moved closer and saw his message reminder.

"Happy birthday!" His roommate laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Excuse me."

"Thank you." Shen Boyan nodded to him.

When Shen Boyan climbed into bed, wrapped himself in a quilt and prepared to sleep, he suddenly remembered that Cheng Wenjun didn't seem to say "Happy Birthday" to him.

He clicked on the chat box with Cheng Wenjun and flipped through it from beginning to end, but he really didn't see anything.

Shen Boyan looked at the screen blankly and suddenly lost his sleepiness.

Cheng Wenjun has always been a person with a sense of ritual. He never forgets any holiday and faithfully records every important moment like a calendar.

But he didn't wish Shen Boyan a happy birthday today, or even say he was safe.

Shen Boyan was holding his cell phone, looking at the chat box as if possessed.

My eyes are sore, my vision is blurred, and time is gradually moving forward, approaching zero.

Then, the numbers quietly changed, and the time in the upper left corner became 00:00.

Shen Boyan's 20th birthday is over.

Shen Boyan stayed for a long time.

Originally, this was not a special day, so I missed it so lightly.

It was light and airy, as if no one had done anything wrong, he was the only one who was thinking in vain.

Shen Boyan felt sour and unspeakable.

There were several muffled thunder crackles, and the lightning flashed palely, reflecting outside the window like daylight.

Shen Boyan's fingers went numb amid the heavy sound of rain like drum beats.

In the subtle dull pain, he realized vaguely and slowly - he seemed to really feel different about Cheng Wenjun.