Chapter 7 Doesn’t count

as respect as a friend?

Hearing these two words, Shen Boyan couldn't help but almost laughed angrily.

He looked at Cheng Wenjun's helpless face, completely speechless, and leaned back in the chair without speaking.

Seeing this, Cheng Wenjun sighed in a voice that could be heard by both of them.

During the entire drive, neither of them spoke, only the air conditioner in the car was humming. Shen Boyan glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Cheng Wenjun driving the car indifferently with no expression on his face. He is angry. Shen Boyan thought.

But this thought did not hit Shen Boyan.

The emotions that had been rumbling in his chest had not faded away. On the contrary, they had become more swollen because he was in the same space as Cheng Wenjun.

They don’t go out to eat every day. Auntie prepared the food at home today and was waiting for them to go back.

The car is parked in the underground parking lot of the community. Shen Boyan got off the car in silence, and when he turned around, Cheng Wenjun was already walking towards the elevator.

The elevator was still on the upper floor. Cheng Wenjun pressed the button, but it didn't come down for a while.

Shen Boyan stared at the dancing numbers on the small screen and suddenly became impulsive for some reason.

"Cheng Wenjun." He rarely called Cheng Wenjun by his full name.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Wenjun turned around in response.

"We should go to and from work separately in the future." Shen Boyan said, "It was not convenient for us to do it like before."

"Why?" Cheng Wenjun frowned at first, and then was surprised, "We are married, of course I can't..."

"I said," Shen Boyan didn't let him continue, "it's not convenient for us."

He looked at Cheng Wenjun with a faint look in his eyes.

"...Are you angry with me?" Cheng Wenjun sighed helplessly.

"No." Shen Boyan didn't explain much, only feeling very tired, "That's it."

"Okay." Cheng Wenjun said no more and showed that 'I respect you' expression again.

There were no arguments, but the atmosphere was tense. When they got home, the aunt hadn't left yet and was busy taking the dishes out of the kitchen.

When Torpedo saw them returning home, he stumbled up to them and put his head on Shen Boyan's ankle. Shen Boyan touched its head and looked up to see his aunt holding a plate of steamed shrimps with garlic paste.

He looked at the table again and saw that most of these dishes had something to do with seafood.

"Aunt Xu." He stopped the aunt, "If you cook seafood next time, can you leave a few dishes without seafood? I'm allergic to seafood."

"Ah." The aunt was stunned and suddenly panicked, "It's really Sorry, Mr. Shen, I didn't know before, I will pay attention next time."

Shen Boyan didn't blame her. It was Cheng Wenjun's assistant who had been interacting with her before. The assistant probably forgot this when explaining.

"It's okay," he said.

"How about I cook some more vegetables for you? There are still some in the refrigerator." Auntie asked.

"No need." When it was time for her to get off work, Shen Boyan didn't want to trouble her, so he just said, "I'll handle it myself."

Perhaps because of things in the office, Cheng Wenjun didn't interrupt.

After the aunt left, he asked: "Xiaoyan, are you allergic to seafood?"

"Yeah." Shen Boyan responded and asked, "Don't you remember?"

In his field of vision, Cheng Wenjun's expression suddenly became a little... strangeness.

"...Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot."

A very versatile answer. Shen Boyan thought.

He could accept such an apology - but only if that person was not Cheng Wenjun. ...

In the second semester of his freshman year of high school, Shen Boyan was transferred to a key class at the beginning of spring.

In fact, there are traces of all this. His grades were very good when he was in junior high school. When Shen Yuning chatted with his neighbors, they all said that he "didn't hear anything outside the window and only read the books of sages."

Now that he had successfully arrived in the key class, Shen Poxuan also squeezed in. Those annoying things will go away with the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers.

Shen Boyan welcomed his new deskmate Fang Youhan.

Fang Youhan and Chi Yang are simply worlds apart. He would not throw away Shen Boyan's notebook like Chi Yang, nor would he ridicule Shen Boyan for being a miscellaneous bastard all the time. Although neither of them were very outgoing people, at least they became friends.

However, Shen Boyan did not expect that Fang Youhan also knew Cheng Wenjun.

One day during class break, when Shen Boyan went out to get water and came back, he saw two people standing next to his seat.

Fang Youhan was talking to the two people with his head raised. Shen Boyan stepped forward, and the two people turned around when they heard the sound, and one of them suddenly smiled: "It's you."

Shen Boyan looked at Cheng Wenjun and a strange boy, grabbed the water glass, and nodded.

"Do you know each other?" The strange boy looked a little surprised. He looked at Cheng Wenjun and then at Fang Youhan.

"Yeah." Cheng Wenjun smiled, "I didn't expect you and You Han to be at the same table."

Shen Boyan didn't know why he was a little embarrassed. Cheng Wenjun patted the unfamiliar boy on the shoulder and said, "His name is Fang Shengyun, your cousin at the same table."

"Hello." Shen Boyan was relieved and nodded as hello.

Fang Shengyun and Cheng Wenjun occasionally came to see Fang Youhan. After going back and forth, together with Shen Boxuan, who was in the same class, the five of them knew each other.

When he met Cheng Wenjun on the road, Cheng Wenjun would greet him warmly, with a smile even on his hair.

During those times, Shen Boyan's mood would get better.

But they just knew each other.

Cheng Wenjun not only greets Shen Boyan, but also remembers Shen Boyan's name. He has many, many friends and knows many, many people. He remembers everyone's name, including Shen Boyan.

They usually eat in the cafeteria at noon and share a table when they meet. One day at noon, Shen Boyan and Fang Youhan had just finished cooking when they happened to meet Cheng Wenjun and Fang Shengyun.

Holding the dinner plate, Shen Boyan sat directly opposite Cheng Wenjun.

A new dish was served in the cafeteria that day. I don’t know what it was made of, but it looked like just a bowl of ordinary steamed eggs. The total amount of dishes was very small. Shen Boyan came early and was a little curious, so he happened to get a bowl.

They were chatting and eating. Shen Boyan quickly finished the small bowl of steamed eggs and listened silently to the three of them chatting.

"Are you free on the weekend?" Fang Shengyun asked Cheng Wenjun.

"I do." Cheng Wenjun replied, "Is it your sister's birthday?"

"You actually remember her birthday." Fang Shengyun was surprised, "Yes, it's her birthday. Can you come and help support the occasion?"

"Of course, no problem. "Of course Cheng Wenjun agreed, "I'll go see what gifts are prepared for her."

"I'm going too!" Fang Youhan interrupted.

"You must have a share." Fang Shengyun smiled, "Where's Shen Boyan, are you and your sister going?"

For some reason, Fang Shengyun's voice was a little blurry in Shen Boyan's ears. He blinked hard and wanted to say, "Let me ask Shen Poxuan," but he didn't say anything.

"What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Wenjun's questioning voice came.

Shen Boyan's vision was a little blurry. Opposite was Cheng Wenjun's face, and he seemed to have stood up.

"I..." Shen Boyan struggled to squeeze out a word.

His throat hurt like fire, and the dizziness almost occupied his entire consciousness.

"What's going on?!" Fang Youhan seemed a little panicked.

Shen Boyan was so confused that he couldn't say a word. He felt like something was wrong with him, but he didn't know how to save himself. I could only open my mouth in a vain attempt to say something. what to do?

What happened to him?

At this moment, Shen Boyan felt his body light up and his whole body rose into the air.

"Let's go." He heard Cheng Wenjun's voice coming from above, "Hurry, send him to the infirmary!"

The feeling of weightlessness made Shen Boyan subconsciously want to grab something. But there were hands on his body, holding him tightly, and the warm body temperature of another person came from the numb body, intermittently.

"It's okay," Cheng Wenjun said to him, "It doesn't matter."

Shen Boyan wanted to say thank you to him, but his eyelids had become very heavy.

The ceiling light in the cafeteria was dazzling, and finally it flickered in his sight for a moment before disappearing completely. ...

When he woke up again, there were still some flowers in front of Shen Boyan's eyes.

The room in view was dark, and the lights on the ceiling were not turned on. There was no obvious light outside the window, it was probably a cloudy day.

Shen Boyan moved his fingers, and there was a tingling sensation on the back of his hand. He turned his head with difficulty and saw a needle stuck on the back of his hand, connected to the ticking medicine bottle on it.

When he looked up again, he actually saw Cheng Wenjun.

Cheng Wenjun looked a little tired. He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him and smiled.

"Wake up." Cheng Wenjun said to him, "I heard from the doctor... you are allergic."

"...Ah." Shen Boyan was stunned for a moment.

"Did you have anything to eat for lunch?" Cheng Wenjun saw that he was still confused, so he slowed down and said, "Would you like to accompany you to the hospital to check for allergens over the weekend... this week or next week?"

"I..." Shen Boyan's throat was still a little sore, and he said slowly, "I...seem..."

His memory gradually came back.

Shen Yuning once told him that his seafood allergy was very serious. When he was a child, he was so allergic that he went into shock and was sent directly to the hospital.

"I'm allergic to seafood...I'm allergic to seafood." He told Cheng Wenjun, "But I...didn't eat seafood at noon."

"That's it." Cheng Wenjun breathed a sigh of relief, "I asked the cafeteria aunt, what are the dishes you chose? A steamed egg with shrimp brain, probably because I am allergic to it. "Steamed egg with shrimp brain?" Shen Boyan was stunned.

Is that thing steamed egg with shrimp brain?

Cheng Wenjun saw his dull expression and smiled.

"Don't eat any more next time." He said, "I'll call the doctor later and take your temperature, okay?"

He didn't force Shen Boyan to continue talking, but said to himself: "I've asked for leave for you and your class teacher. Just rest here and I'll take you back with Fang Shengyun tonight."

He stood up and pressed Shen Boyan's shoulder as if to comfort him.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

After the doctor took Shen Boyan's temperature and said it was just a low fever, Cheng Wenjun was ready to leave.

Before leaving, he felt a little worried and warned again: "Your sister hasn't finished class yet. She will come to see you when class is over. Just stay here."

Shen Boyan raised his head and looked at him.

It was about dusk and the sky was overcast. Cheng Wenjun lowered his head slightly, and his shoulders were as broad as an adult for the first time.

"Thank you." Shen Boyan said as clearly as possible.

Cheng Wenjun didn't say "Thank you for anything" or anything like that. He waved to him and looked a little carefree.

Shen Boyan stood up and watched his back disappear from the window. ...

He doesn't know what this means to him. I just always remember it, even after so many years.

Cheng Wenjun always remembered that he had a seafood allergy. From that day on, every time we had dinner together, every time we ate together, he would carefully check on Shen Boyan.

Although he didn't say anything, Shen Boyan knew that he remembered.

Just because he remembered it, Shen Boyan took it upon himself to think that he could be regarded as a friend in Cheng Wenjun.

But as a friend, Cheng Wenjun would not look at him in surprise like now and ask, "Are you allergic to seafood?"

Shen Boyan clenched his hands.

Compared to the anger in the afternoon, another indescribable emotion suddenly came out.

"Forget it."

He didn't bother to care about the decent social rules between adults, and said to Cheng Wenjun in a bad tone.