There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

The fact is that he shouldn't have said anything, because even if he had, the results he would have gotten would have been unsatisfactory. They would get caught in a loop of embarrassment, and he didn't have the confidence to get the answers he wanted.

He said in a soft voice, "Well...actually, these are all speculations by the people in the post, I think..."

Shen Cheng faintly interrupted him, "I don't want to know if they are speculating."

Jian stopped talking.

Shen Cheng frowned, his voice was low, not forced, but even through the phone there was a very oppressive feeling, asking, "Do you think so too?”

Did he feel the same way?

Jian looked at the Lui Heng’s phone in front of him, still on the same post on the page, the constant stream of mocking remarks, nothing when it’s one person, but enough for a thousand words to come together to form a high, high wall, impermeable, locking people in, unable to breathe.

Couldn't he think that? Why did he have to chide him in such a questioning tone? Was he the one who was wrong in the first place?

The double pressure can break down a person's psychological defences, and the fire that has been bottled up since just now seems to have been suddenly ignited by a fire sent by Shen Cheng, and Jian Shiwu let out a deep breath and spoke.

His voice mixed with some aggravation broke the ice: "Then tell me, what was it about? I asked my mother later, and she said that Uncle Ji had respected your opinion before emigrating, and we as your friends certainly would have respected your idea, but why haven't we heard anything from you all these years, as if you were hiding from us?"

It was one of those rare occasions when a very good-tempered child showed something like anger.

Jian’a voice was brittle, like a pissed off little rabbit, "Isn't it only natural that I would think that?"

The words were mixed with unwillingness, resentment, and exasperation.

But inexplicably, the bottom of Shen Cheng's heart, which should have been anguished by these words, had a hint of joy out of nowhere.

Is it because he cares that he is angry.

It means...that Jian Shiwu didn't want to leave, didn't reject him that much, and could even be said that he wanted him to stay.

There are somethings whereby once the cracks have opened, and once there is hope, it is impossible to give up on it. And then Shen Cheng only felt as if after many years with a cold and silent heart, the slightest trickle of warmth had flown in, he whispered, "If I were really trying to hide from you, do you think you would still have a chance to see me at school?"

Jian Shiwu froze.

At the other end of the phone, Shen Cheng's voice was low, carefully distinguished words were mixed with a gentle helplessness: "You wouldn't really think that exchange students are sent here by the school, if I really didn't want to see you, even if it was just a matter of using some connections, we wouldn't be in the same class, otherwise, you think, are there really that many coincidences in the world? "

Jian Shiwu choked back a sob.

His small head which was never so nimble turned up in a rare moment of cleverness and analyzed this passage from Shen Cheng.

If there shouldn’t be so many coincidences in the world, then, did Shen Cheng choose this school and this class specifically? Meaning, in fact, the friendship they had in junior high school that year, Shen Cheng didn't forget, he really wasn't that cold-blooded and heartless, he still had him in his heart.