Chapter 17 - Saying Goodbye (2/2)

Chen, “Drive me? To where?”

Bo, “Wherever you want to go.”

Chen froze on the spot. Right, it was he who had said he would leave after dinner. But where could he go? Nobody knew he was still alive except Qing Bo and Yunsheng Liang. Even if someone else knew it, it would be totally unhelpful. He was an orphan with no relatives. There was no one to rely on.

Chen raised his hand to scratch his head, “Uh, I still …”

“Your luggage has already been packed up.” Bo picked up the phone on the table, dialed his bodyguard’s number, “I’ll send someone in to pick it up.”

Chen, “…”

Chen was made a little unhappy in this way. “Are you eager to see me leave quickly?”

“No, I want you to stay.” Hardly had Chen felt the joy than he heard Bo continued saying, “You’ve been an adult after all.”

Chen got annoyed instantly. He glared at him with twisted eyebrows, “Old rascal! Don’t ever think about it! I’m leaving now!”

Bo held his right hand against his stomach and chuckled, “Are all adolescent boys like this?”

Chen heard this when he was just about to go upstairs. So, he stopped, “Like what?”

“Capricious.”

“It was you menopausal old men that are capricious. I’ve always been like this. I haven’t been happy after being with you. It’s all sadness.” With the words, he glared at Bo again and ran up the stairs fast.

The old man was so thoughtful that he not only packed up Chen’s luggage, but also prepared money for him. Chen took the bank card brazenly, “I will pay you back when I have money in the future.”

Bo smiled but did not speak. He reached out one hand and touched Chen’s face.

Chen was displeased, “If you touch again, you won’t get the money back.”

Bo touched again.

“Ok, I won’t pay you the money back!” Finished with the words, Chen stood there staring at him. But when he found that Bo really stopped touching after waiting for a while, Chen got a little sulky. He thought to himself that Bo was right about his capriciousness. He had grown so inexplicable, strange and annoying. But he was not like this before. He only became so strange after being with Bo.

Oh, wrong. When had he been with Bo? They were never together.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Chen looked up and smiled reluctantly. “Then goodbye.”

“Hmm.” Bo stroked his hair. “Please, I’ll not see you off then.”

Chen asked the chauffeur to stop the car when they were out of the villa area. He got off the car, took out his luggage from the trunk and said to the chauffeur, “Thank you. I think this is it. You go back.”

The chauffeur looked around and asked him, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Chen replied. “I have a friend living nearby. I’ll live with him. It was just a few steps away.”

“All right.”

Chen stood by the road, waiting until the car was completely out of sight. Then he began to walk down the road pulling his suitcase. It took Chen 40 minutes to walk to Liang’s school. Then he sat around for about ten minutes on the road opposite the school gate. Finally, he squatted down, pulled out his mobile phone and sent a message to Liang.

“I’m at the school gate.”

Liang replied quickly back, “Five minutes.”

Chen went to buy a pack of cigarettes from a kiosk, and sat on his suitcase, smoking and waiting. He thought it was good that no one cared whether he smoked cigarettes, drank alcohol or ate cold stuffs. It was great to be free.

“What’s going on?” Liang ran out from the school gate to Chen and pointed to his suitcase, “Are you running away from home?”

“What do you mean? That’s your uncle’s home, not my home.” Chen stood up and patted the suitcase. “Now I’m free.”

Liang frowned, “Have you quarreled with my uncle?”

“Why would I quarrel with him? I’m not your aunt.” Chen snuffed out his cigarette, and flipped it into the trash can aside, with a full face of relaxation. “We’re done.”

“Your smile is uglier than your cry. Save it.”

Chen rubbed his face and squatted down, “Liangzi, what should I do hereafter?”

Liang patted him on the shoulder. “It’s all right. You still have me.”

“I’m feeling awful. I want to drink.” Chen looked up at him, with his wet and pathetic eyes. “I’ve already been an adult.”