Sunset Boulevard

Coming out of the club, Zhang Jue was a little absent-minded.

Chen Boqiao should also be able to see it, so he proposed to let him drive.Zhang Jue agreed, handed over the key to Chen Boqiao, and got in the co-driver himself.

After leaving Club Street, Chen Boqiao didn't go in the direction of the safe house. He turned on the navigation and drove to the city center.

"It's still early," Chen Boqiao said, "let's take a look at Bangkok." He put on the old sunglasses again, turned on the radio and played music, and the two of them were like ordinary tourists who rented a car, wandering aimlessly in Bangkok .

Driving to a fork in the road, Zhang Jue remembered the situation when he came last time, so he said to Chen Boqiao: "Don't follow the navigation, there is a road ahead, this car can't get through, turn right."

Chen Boqiao turned right as he said, and asked Zhang Jue, "Do you often come to Bangkok?"

Zhang Jue said, "I have come here often these past few years."

He came many times the year before last and last year. Harrison introduced him to a clinic, and he came to see a doctor, but suffered a lot, but the disease was still not cured.

"To see him?" Chen Boqiao asked, "Or come to see the adult show?"

Zhang Jue glanced at Chen Boqiao and said, "I don't watch adult shows."

"Is that so?" Chen Boqiao smiled and said, "I thought you were so skilled at tipping, I thought you had seen it many times."

Zhang Jue always felt that Chen Boqiao seemed to have something to say, but because Zhang Jue was not good at communication, he couldn't figure out what to do, so he had to honestly reiterate: "I haven't watched it. I asked Harrison a few times, and there was a performance in the venue. I'm afraid Harrison will drive me away if I don't give a tip, so I can only give a little every time."

"Then you came to Bangkok just to see him?" Chen Boqiao continued to ask.

Zhang Jue found out that Chen Boqiao didn't want to get out of Harrison's topic today, so he replied: "Not exactly." Without waiting for Chen Boqiao to ask, he added: "Last month I came to check in and drove around Bangkok. I met with Zong La in three days. I drove that road just now when I stepped on the spot, and found that I couldn’t drive halfway through it. At that time, I had to go backwards, and I also crushed a bicycle on the side of the road. Lost money."

Chen Boqiao was silent, and after a while, he said, "What shall we do in the next eight days?"

"Do you want to watch a complete adult show?" Chen Boqiao asked again.

Zhang Jue stared speechlessly at Chen Boqiao who was concentrating on driving for a moment, then compromised helplessly: "If you really want to see it, I can buy you a ticket."

Chen Boqiao glanced at Zhang Jue's expression, and suddenly smiled, as if he was pleased by Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao's happy face silently, and couldn't get angry if he wanted to die.When Chen Boqiao stopped smiling, Zhang Jue racked his brains to name a few scenic spots around Bangkok that he had visited before, and asked Chen Boqiao if he was interested.

"Let's go back and watch," Chen Boqiao said, "Let's eat first."

The navigation re-planned the route, Chen Boqiao drove into the downtown business district, called out nearby restaurants from the map, and asked Zhang Jue, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhang Jue is the kind of person who has the same taste in everything. He felt that he must not be able to choose well, so he said, "It's up to you to choose."

Chen Boqiao picked one at random, Zhang Jue agreed, and they went to that restaurant.

When Yaoyao saw the sign of the restaurant, Chen Boqiao suddenly said, "I used to pay the bill when I went out to eat with people."

Zhang Jue turned his head to look at Chen Boqiao, but didn't speak.

"If I still have a chance to return to the Asian League, I can treat you to Zhaohua for dinner on the top floor of the building in the capital of the League," Chen Boqiao said, "Or do you want to go back to Europe to see your alma mater? I can go with you. "

The sun was about to set, and the shadows of the buildings on the street were sometimes in front of them and sometimes covered them.

Chen Boqiao casually said what Zhang Jue dreamed of, so casually that Zhang Jue felt that he was being polite to him.

"Could it be that you don't want to be with me?" Chen Boqiao couldn't hear Zhang Jue's answer, so he continued to speak happily.He parked the car on the street where the restaurant was located, slanted backwards, backed into the parking space, turned off the ignition, pulled out the car key, but did not get out of the car.

He turned to Zhang Jue, took off his sunglasses, and stared intently at Zhang Jue, the setting sun covered his dark brown pupils with an orange-gold halo.

As if he was really planning to date Zhang Jue, Chen Boqiao confirmed to Zhang Jue again: "Zhang Jue, Asian League or Europe?"

"If you don't tell me, then I will pick again," he said with a smile, "The one I pick may not necessarily be what you want."

Zhang Jue's head turned strangely slowly, he couldn't take his eyes away from Chen Boqiao's face, he didn't have a clever idea, let alone a high-quality answer, he just looked at Chen Boqiao dumbly: "You choose."

"Okay," Chen Boqiao said, "I'll go for whatever I choose."

He got out of the car, walked around the front of the car, and opened the door for Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue felt like an underachiever who got a chance to be tutored by a top student for a day. He was nervous and happy, thinking that he had hit the big luck.

Zhang Jue followed Chen Boqiao into the restaurant, there happened to be a double seat vacant, and the waiter ushered them in.

Chen Boqiao looked at the menu for a while and chose a set meal.After Zhang Jue ordered the exact same one, he couldn't stand the enthusiastic recommendation of the waiter, so he ordered a bottle of the restaurant's special signature white wine.While eating, the two chatted one after another.

Most of the time, top student Chen Boqiao is in charge of asking questions, while poor student Zhang Jue gives poor answers.

This day's dinner, Chen Boqiao had a very pleasant meal.

After enlisting in the army, Chen Boqiao's living conditions changed completely. Except for the Omega meeting arranged for him by his stepmother when he was on vacation, he hardly ever had dinner on such occasions.

One is that Chen Boqiao has no pursuit of food taste, and the other is because he has been fighting in the wilderness for a long time, and he doesn't like places that are too stable and make him relax his vigilance.

Compared with the perfunctory social behavior with the blind date in a high-end restaurant, eating with Zhang Jue, who has become more dull after drinking, is much more fun.

Chen Boqiao doesn't drink alcohol, but when he smells the aroma of the wine, he knows it must be very sweet.

And Zhang Jue probably didn't look at the alcohol level on the bottle, didn't touch the dishes much, and drank the wine one by one.Chen Boqiao watched Zhang Jue's eyes gradually become confused, but Chen Boqiao was not a kind person, so he didn't stop him.

After drinking a whole bottle of wine, Zhang Jue began to think for a long time before he could say a word. He opened and closed his lips a few times, as if talking, but there was no sound at all.

Chen Boqiao wanted to know how drunk Zhang Jue was, thought for a while, and lied to Zhang Jue, "Zhang Jue, we're done eating, we're going to see you again, let's shake hands."

Zhang Jue let out an "ah" and repeated Chen Boqiao's words "I'm going to see you again", then he stretched out his hand obediently, grabbed Chen Boqiao's hand across the table, and slowly shook it up and down.Zhang Jue's hands were soft, his palms were hot, and his eyes were almost out of focus.

"Going home," Zhang Jue looked at the front in confusion, and said, "Oh, ok. ok."

Then he stood up, even remembering to pay the waiter who handed over the bill, and walked out slowly.

Zhang Jue walked not wobbly, but very slowly.Chen Boqiao followed behind to observe for a while, and found that Zhang Jue had no intention of looking for their car, so he quickly stepped forward, took Zhang Jue's arm, and pushed Zhang Jue into the car.

Chen Boqiao turned on the navigation in the car, and drove towards the safe house. Zhang Jue was not asleep, and kept his eyes open, looking out of the car, making blind instructions from time to time.Chen Boqiao didn't go as Zhang Jue said, Zhang Jue was still angry.

Halfway through the drive, Zhang Jue forgot why he was angry again. He opened his hands, muttered something, and groped up and down in the car to find something.Chen Boqiao listened carefully for a while before he heard Zhang Jue saying: "Medicine."

He said: "Where is the medicine." After a few seconds, he repeated: "Where is the medicine."

At first, Chen Boqiao didn't know what kind of medicine Zhang Jue was looking for, and felt that it was not a good idea for Zhang Jue to tangled up where the medicine was, so he randomly took the sundry bag placed behind the gear lever and stuffed it into In Zhang Jue's arms, he told Zhang Jue: "The medicine is here, take it first, and take it when you get home."

Zhang Jue hugged the grocery bag as if he had found a treasure. "I found it." Zhang Jue said, opened the grocery bag, groped inside for a while, and took out a metal mechanical pencil.

"I found it." Zhang Jue said happily again. He was holding the pen and slowly rubbing the inside of his elbow with the tip of the pen.

When Chen Boqiao saw Zhang Jue's movements from the corner of his eye, he was startled. He slammed on the brakes and wanted to grab Zhang Jue's pen, but it was too late.

Zhang Jue plunged the steel head of the automatic pencil into the flesh on the inner side of the arm, and let the steel head rest in the arm for a few seconds.

"It hurts so much." Zhang Jue said sadly.

He didn't notice that Chen Boqiao took his pen away, and he didn't care that Chen Boqiao shook his shoulder to call his name. He just frowned, looked ahead, and kept touching his wound with his fingers. The blood on the wound The beads were wiped away by him, and most of his arms were covered with red bloodstains.

After a while, Zhang Jue stopped talking about the pain, and lay back on the chair whimpering.

Probably because of the alcohol on his face, his cheeks were very hot, so he raised his hand again, as if he wanted to cover his cheek with his blood-stained hand to cool down.

Chen Boqiao quickly clasped his wrist, preventing the disaster from expanding.

Zhang Jue’s wound was still bleeding, Chen Boqiao saw a convenience store not far ahead, fearing that Zhang Jue would make himself worse if he stayed alone, so he tied Zhang Jue’s hand with a rope from the storage box. Tie it up, and go to the convenience store to buy something for disinfection.

When Chen Boqiao got back into the car, Zhang Jue was almost asleep.

Zhang Jue was lying on his side with his waist arched, his eyes half-closed, Ku Dachou frowned deeply, and his tied hands struggled slightly.He is tall and thin, and his appearance has nothing to do with the word cute, but Chen Boqiao feels that Zhang Jue does not look weird, stupid, or uncute with such movements and expressions.

Chen Boqiao loosened the rope a little, and took apart the iodine stick to disinfect Zhang Jue.

When the cotton swab touched Zhang Jue's skin, Zhang Jue flinched, but he didn't resist, and let Chen Boqiao clean his wound meekly.

Chen Boqiao helped him put on the band-aid, wiped off the blood on Zhang Jue's hands and arms with a wet towel, and untied the rope that bound Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue opened his eyes a little wider, staring at Chen Boqiao.Chen Boqiao didn't drive, and looked at him patiently.After a while, Zhang Jue said, "Chen Boqiao."

Then Zhang Jue didn't do anything, and didn't say anything, he just stared blankly at Chen Boqiao from a distance of half a meter.After watching for a while, Zhang Jue slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Chen Boqiao suddenly realized that he had done many unnecessary and incorrect things these days.

He should keep a distance from Zhang Jue just like everyone who has expressed affection to him.

But it was too late now, and he missed the best time to correct it.