Chapter 64: Going to the appointment

Cheng Wenjun was suddenly scolded and was stunned.

Although Shen Boyan was not completely taciturn on weekdays, he had never said such sharp and straightforward words. Cheng Wenjun slowed down and barely understood Shen Boyan's words before he said, "I really didn't mean that. You misunderstood."

As soon as he said these words, his whole aura weakened a bit. Shen Boyan looked at him, his chest rose and fell slightly, but he finally suppressed the remaining breath.

Is it useful to say so much? He doesn't understand.

Shen Boyan vented his energy.

His mood did not get better, but got worse. He only glanced at Cheng Wenjun, then turned around and prepared to go back to his room.

But the eyes of Cheng Wenjun behind him flickered, and he suddenly asked: "Xiaoyan, do you still care about what happened back then?"

"Whatever you don't care about, isn't it in the past." Shen Boyan paid no attention to him and just said this casually, Just slammed the door.

Once the door was closed, he could not hear Cheng Wenjun's voice, nor could he see Cheng Wenjun's people.

Meng Xinqiao sent another message. Shen Boyan picked up the phone and looked at it, but only found that it was a message of indifferent concern.

Meng Xinqiao: [Are you asleep? rest early. ]

Shen Boyan didn’t want to reply either. Go to sleep. he told himself.

He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Since you don't even know what you are, then just sleep on it.

But when Shen Boyan closed his eyes here, Cheng Wenjun still didn't leave.

He stood alone in the living room, his eyes falling on Shen Boyan's door for a moment and never looking away.

"It turns out it can still be like this." He muttered.

He frowned, as if thinking. After a while, his eyebrows relaxed, and the solemn expression on his face dissipated a bit.

The cold tiles in the living room reflected his twisted and pale figure. He stopped there for a while, then returned to his room with a bit of brisk walking. ...

When Shen Boyan woke up, it was already dawn outside.

He lay in bed dully for a long time before he realized that he had forgotten to listen to the corner in the early morning. What bad luck.

Shen Boyan thought with dull eyes.

He didn't know why he was so confused. He was a little confused and couldn't help but feel disgusted.

Although this sleep was long, the quality was very poor. Shen Boyan pushed himself up and sat up from the bed, only to feel bursts of tearing pain in his head, as if it was about to explode.

He calmed down for a while, then took off his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.

Under the cold water, Shen Boyan finally became a little more awake.

He picked up the cell phone lying next to him.

Shen Boyan glanced at a few unread messages.

I didn't know whether I was expecting it or not, but one or two of these messages did come from Meng Xinqiao.

Meng Xinqiao: [Are you asleep? ]

Meng Xinqiao: [Okay, good night. Come back to me when you wake up, okay? 】not good.

Shen Boyan thought about it and reluctantly replied: [Wake up, I went to bed early yesterday. Meng

Xinqiao must have woken up a long time ago. After receiving the reply, he said: "That's good." 】

No, really not good.

Shen Boyan repeated this with such resentment.

But one cannot dwell on this matter like a ghost.

Shen Boyan flipped through another message - it was from Fang Shengyun.

He left the banquet even later and sent several messages asking about Shen Boyan's whereabouts.

Like a repeater, Shen Boyan told Fang Shengyun that he had to go back early.

He didn't have the energy to say much, so he packed up and went to school.

It was business as usual at school, and he was tiredly going about his work.

The time seemed long because of the hardship. After a long time, outside the office window, the sun became dazzling little by little.

Shen Boyan was busy numbly, and suddenly his phone lit up, and a message from Fang Shengyun popped up.

Just one sentence: [Holy shit. ]

Shen Boyan's heart skipped a beat: [What's wrong? ]

His first reaction was that something bad had happened. As expected, the news that followed Fang Shengyun confirmed his guess.

Fang Shengyun: [Meng Xinqiao and Cheng Wenjun were on the same golf course just now. When someone was playing, the club flew up and landed right next to Meng Xinqiao's feet. If he had reacted slower, the club would have been stuck in his head. 】What?

Shen Boyan didn't care much and quickly asked: "How is he now?" 】

Fang Shengyun replied: 【Still alive and kicking. 】Is he injured?

Shen Boyan clutched her phone uneasily.

After all, his idea was not in vain. Meng Xinqiao revealed his identity in front of Cheng Wenjun for this purpose - to let the 'system' focus on him and ignore Shen Boyan.

But when it happened, Shen Boyan felt even more strongly that he couldn't accept it and let it continue.

【where are they? 】Shen Boyan asked.

【Don’t worry. 】Fang Shengyun said, 【I'm there. ]

Shen Boyan looked at these words, and the surging worry and fear fell into nothingness for a moment.

He slowly tasted a little of his anger, took a deep breath, and replied: "That's good." ]

[ Now Cheng Wenjun is gone. ] Fang Shengyun said, [It seems that his mother has something to do with him when he comes back... Hey, what do you think he is now? 】

There will definitely be no one who is not curious about this.

[Probably someone else. ] Shen Boyan answered vaguely.

[What you said makes sense. ] Fang Shengyun expressed his affirmation, [I probably have some guesses. After I am sure, I will come back to you for the answer. 】

Their conversation was interrupted here, and Fang Shengyun seemed to really think about it.

Although there was a thrilling moment on the golf course just now, Meng Xinqiao had no contact with Shen Boyan at all. His news was quiet, as if he planned to cover up the matter in silence.

If you don’t want to say it, don’t say it.

Shen Boyan didn't take the initiative to ask.

He didn't like this state, like a person who forcibly covered his eyes. If you don’t listen or see, it’s as if nothing happened.

With such restlessness, he stayed up until he returned home from get off work.

I thought Cheng Wenjun would be busy these days and would be away from home for a long time. But as soon as he opened the door, Shen Boyan saw Cheng Wenjun, a big living person, sitting upright on the sofa, turning his head and showing himself a cheerful smile. Did he come back so early?

Shen Boyan felt that he was always confused in front of him.

Before he had time to think about what Cheng Wenjun wanted to do, the man took the initiative and said, "Xiaoyan, I have something I want to show you."

"What is it?" Shen Boyan asked.

Cheng Wenjun stood up.

"Actually, I want to tell you something." He said, "But I want to show you a photo first."

Shen Boyan frowned.

Curiosity overriding other emotions, he still stepped forward and looked at what Cheng Wenjun took out from his arms.

It was a developed photo.

The photo doesn't look new, with a slight yellow tint to the corners. But the overall look is very flat, as if it has been put away all the time and not often taken out.

Shen Boyan could tell at a glance that this photo was taken at the airport in City C. There was a rush of people in the hall, rows of flight numbers were displayed on the big screen, and the shadow of the sky was on the dome.

What does it represent?

Shen Boyan looked at it carefully, his eyes fixed on a figure in the center of the photo.

Even though the figure was only a small one in the photo, Shen Boyan could still tell that it was Cheng Wenjun.

This is a photo taken for Cheng Wenjun.

Airport, Cheng Wenjun... Shen Boyan thought and looked at the date on the big screen.

"This is a photo from nine years ago." Cheng Wenjun said at the right time.

Shen Boyan suddenly raised his head, looked at the smiling Cheng Wenjun, and heard him say -

"Nine years ago, the day you went abroad, I was actually here."

"But I'm sorry... there was a traffic jam outside the airport, and I was late. Twenty minutes."

"At that time, you were already gone."