COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 4

The party ended earlier than expected but the plane was late.

Sailub took a nap in the waiting room for a while. When he woke up, the boarding hadn't started.

He loosened the tie around his neck, kicked the leg of the table grumpily and told his accompanying assistant Topten to go and change his ticket.

Topten ran to the counter and came back, trembling: "All the planes are delayed at this point, so it doesn't make much sense to change the ticket..."

Sailub's face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "What about high-speed rail?"

Topten fiddled with his mobile phone and hesitated even more, "There is a high-speed rail, but you have to go to the South Railway Station to take it. It takes about six hours to get to S City. It's better to wait here for the flight..."

Sailub interrupted him: "Okay, you can go, I'll wait by myself."

Topten was so relieved that he dropped the phrase "Call me if you need anything" and ran away as if chased.

Sailub waited patiently for another hour, and the plane finally took off.

When he arrived in S City, it was still raining and foggy. He took a taxi to his villa in the east of the city.

Even though he knocked on the door for a long time, no one came to open it. Sailub vaguely recalled that the only housekeeper in the house had just been fired by him not long ago, and the little fool was probably sleeping soundly at this hour.

Resentfully, he unlocked the door with the password, and just as he stepped inside, he was struck dumb by the deserted air that surrounded him.

Sailub didn't go back to this place often but he was very familiar with the way it was supposed to smell.

The little fool was addicted to sweets. The refrigerator was stuffed full with candies and desserts, not to mention that the house was often filled with the sweet smell of food.

But now it was empty as if it had been sprayed with a colourless and odourless purifier, and nothing else could be felt except for the little smell of rain and earth that had wrapped around him when he entered.

There were no expected flowers or cake.

After going upstairs to the master bedroom to confirm, Sailub had to admit that the little fool was not at home.

The suppressed anger caused by the delay of the plane exploded in an instant.

Sailub yanked the neatly folded quilt on the bed and threw it on the floor.

The Doraemon doll on the pillow rolled on the floor, lying face up, smiling stupidly at him

It was the little fool's favorite doll; he had to hold it to sleep every night.

When he was annoyed, everything would not be pleasing to the eye. Sailub inexplicably felt that the doll was laughing at him for rushing all the way back, so he threw it into the air and kicked it a few meters away.

The doll hit the wall and bounced back.

After rolling a few times, it lay on the floor with its butt up.

After going to the bathroom to wash his face and calm down, Sailub took out his new mobile phone and flipped through the address book.

His thumb hovered over the contact called "PonPon" for a few seconds. In the end, he didn't click on it.

He dialled a number casually, "Hey, I'm back in S City, where are you gathering today?"

He thought that the lights and colours of the bar would numb his nerves and dull his emotions, but after a few glasses of wine, watching his friends hugging and laughing and smelling the pungent perfume around him, Sailub's mood got worse instead of better.