COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 39

- My brother knows.

When Sailub received this message, he had just finished filming a night scene.

He hurriedly changed out of his costume, told the assistant to ask the director for a leave for him, went back to the hotel to get some things and left.

Most of the flights to the south were affected by the typhoon and were cancelled.

Sailub went directly to the high-speed rail station. He used his mobile phone to book a ticket on the road.

Benz hadn’t responded when he logged on to Weibo. After hesitating, he clicked on the private chat interface of the Boyish Painter and typed the words “Are you asleep?”

Sure enough, it couldn’t be sent out, he had been blocked.

Sailub put down his mobile phone, leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

He shouldn’t have delayed it until this time.

No matter how he learned the truth, Pon would inevitably be angry with him.

It was also because he knew that this storm would eventually come that Sailub involuntarily became indecisive in this matter, even though he usually dealt with other things resolutely.

He dragged it on out of selfishness, thinking that even if it was only for one more day, it would still let him do more within his power to compensate Pon.

In the past half a year, he had done everything he could, but he still felt that it was not enough.
Maybe the problem wasn’t even that it was not not enough, but that even doing so much could not fill the gap in his confidence.

Only when he hid behind a different name did he dare to say or do anything and have the certainty that he would not be rejected.

Sailub even thought about using Dora-Hum-Hum to accompany Pon for the rest of his life, but after thinking about it, he felt ridiculous.

Not to mention whether Pon needed such a friend who didn’t dare to show up in real life, he himself couldn’t bear the pain of having something clearly right in front of him but being unable to touch it.

Both roads were steep and difficult to walk.

Now that God made the choice for him, he had to make a plan and bite the bullet.

At dawn he was halfway through his journey.

Sailub opened his eyes after taking a nap. The first thing he did was to raise his hand and touch the place on the left side of his chest near his heart, making sure that the box was there, and then take out his mobile phone.

Benz woke up and sent him a string of messages, saying that he went home late last night and his brother made a big fuss and told him not to contact him again.

Sailub had never seen Pon angry and he couldn’t imagine what it was like for Pon, who was usually soft and gentle, to get angry.

He asked:
How is he now, is he still angry?

Benz replied:
The door is closed, I can’t hear any movement… I have to go to school, my mother is at home, it should be fine!

Sailub thought how could it be fine if he was angry. After thinking about it, he felt that it was better for him to be angry than to be sullen and silent.

He would rather go there and let Pon scold and beat him.

After his anger subsided, he could always think of some good memories, even if they were no bigger than his fingernail.