Sunset Boulevard

Ai Jiaxi didn't go out for a few minutes before she came back with a very large cup of mango smoothie.

He sat next to Zhang Jue, took a sip of smoothie, waved his hand holding the change, and said to Zhang Jue inarticulately, "Ah Jue, give it back to you."

"Put it in your pocket." Zhang Jue didn't want a lot of coins.

"Okay," Ai Jiaxi obediently stuffed it into his pocket, then handed the slush cup to Zhang Jue's mouth, and said, "Try it, it's very famous."

As soon as the smoothie cup is approached, the strong mango aroma overflows.Zhang Jue didn't like mango very much, so he turned his face away, and declined politely: "Eat it by yourself."

Ai Jiaxi shrugged, obediently took the cup back.He was sucking on the straw, looking at the dishes on the table for a few seconds, then suddenly put down the cup, and turned to Zhang Jue: "It's not that you don't like shrimp."

Pointing to Zhang Jue's plate, he said, "Why did you eat my last shrimp!"

Before Zhang Jue could figure out how to explain it, Chen Boqiao honestly admitted his mistake to Ai Jiaxi: "I ate it."

Ai Jiaxi glanced at Chen Boqiao's plate, and Zhang Jue followed suit. There were no shrimp shells on Chen Boqiao's plate.

Then Ai Jiaxi turned his head to look at Zhang Jue, said "Oh" slowly, and said, "That's it." He didn't take the smoothie cup, put his head against Zhang Jue's shoulder, A look of low spirits.

Ai Jiaxi was spoiled by the whole family, and Zhang Jue always protected and left all the things he likes to him.Zhang Jue thought about it, maybe it was the first time he didn't save Ai Jiaxi's favorite until the end.

But after all, it was Chen Boqiao who ate the shrimp, and Ai Jiaxi didn't dare to show her displeasure clearly, but just looked at Zhang Jue sullenly with condemning eyes.

"Sorry," Chen Boqiao should have never encountered such a thing, and said to Ai Jiaxi embarrassedly, "Can I add another one?"

"No more," Ai Jiaxi shook her head and said to Zhang Jue, "You send me back."

Ai Jiaxi said that she was too full and wanted to take a walk back to the hotel.

Zhang Jue is very familiar with this area, he doesn’t need to look at the map, he also knows that the hotel is about ten minutes’ walk away from the coffee shop, so he asked Chen Boqiao, “Can you wait for me in the coffee shop for half an hour?”

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue and Ai Jiaxi whose head was resting on Zhang Jue's shoulder, paused for a moment, and said, "I'm not tired, let's go for a walk together."

The three of them left the cafe and walked side by side along the sidewalk.

Zhang Jue was holding Ai Jiaxi's smoothie cup in his hand, because Ai Jiaxi said that he felt ice in it, so he insisted on letting Zhang Jue hold it for him, and he was responsible for coming over to drink it.

Chen Boqiao walked quietly beside Zhang Jue, as if he hadn't seen it, on the side of the road. He was farther away from Zhang Jue than Ai Jiaxi was, but closer than ordinary friends.

Although Ai Jiaxi was greatly favored by Zhang Jue, he was usually not so coquettish. He walked close to Zhang Jue, and whispered that only he and Zhang Jue were familiar with personnel, which made Zhang Jue feel that he was secretly asking Chen Boqiao demonstration.

Zhang Jue thinks that he is not a very patient crowd, and indeed, as many people say, he is withdrawn and indifferent, neither loving nor good at communicating, and has never been popular.

But Ai Jiaxi is as blind as Zhang Jue's parents. Even if Zhang Jue is not good, they insist on saying that Zhang Jue is the best, and Ai Jiaxi's personality is very childlike. I don’t even like Zhang Jue” and get angry, and lose my temper because Zhang Jue pays too much attention to things related to Chen Boqiao.

A few years ago, Ai Jiaxi would find someone to bring some tabloids about Chen Boqiao's scandal from the Asian Union, pretending to casually bring them to Zhang Jue, and show them to Zhang Jue.

In fact, those are all gossip tabloids on the side of the road, not even catching wind and shadows. Some photos are so retouched that Zhang Jue can't bear to look at them carefully, but Ai Jiaxi will take it seriously, so Zhang Jue can only coax him to believe it. .

It was in the past two years that Ai Jiaxi gradually realized that Zhang Jue was too stubborn to cure him, and finally stopped making unnecessary attempts.

Ai Jiaxi took another sip from Zhang Jue's hand, and Zhang Jue's right hand was also a little cold, so he switched to the other hand to hold the smoothie, and put his right hand down, rubbing the back of his hand against Chen Boqiao's.

Chen Boqiao glanced at Zhang Jue, and then quickly shook Zhang Jue's palm.Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, and heard Chen Boqiao say softly: "It's so cold."

He pointed to Zhang Jue's left hand, and Zhang Jue realized that what Chen Boqiao was talking about was the smoothie cup.

Zhang Jue nodded, and Chen Boqiao asked again: "Do you want me to help you?"

"No." Ai Jiaxi said.

Zhang Jue looked down at Ai Jiaxi, Ai Jiaxi finished speaking with a displeased face, maybe he also felt that his tone was too strong, so he added to Chen Boqiao: "Thank you, Ah Jue will help me get it."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. Zhang Jue thought it was a little funny, so he said "hmm" and fed the smoothie to Ai Jiaxi.

Chen Boqiao didn't say anything more.

When passing through a crossroad, Zhang Jue saw the building he was familiar with.

A few workers at the gate of the building were picking off metal signs, as if they were going to replace them with new ones.

"This is not..." Ai Jiaxi stopped, looked at the building, then looked up at Zhang Jue, and whispered, "Why are you changing the brand?"

Zhang Jue took a few glances before saying, "I don't know."

The last time he came for a re-examination, there were quite a few patients in this hospital, and there seemed to be no management problems in the hospital.At that time, the doctor asked him if he wanted to have another course of treatment. He started to prepare for the sub-union plan, and he refused without much consideration.

Ai Jiaxi didn't move, he turned back, looked at Zhang Jue with wide eyes, and asked, "Is your treatment over?"

Based on Zhang's understanding of Ai Jiaxi, Ai Jiaxi knew that he didn't want to mention it, but asked on purpose.

Chen Boqiao stood with them and looked across the street, politely not interrupting.

Seeing that Zhang Jue nodded, Ai Jiaxi asked again: "Is it useful? Will it hurt?" He rolled his eyes, and then said smartly: "I have a friend to do it, and I am looking for people to ask everywhere."

Zhang Jue raised his hand and touched Ai Jiaxi's head before saying, "It's useless."

"Will it hurt?" Ai Jiaxi asked stubbornly.

And Chen Boqiao's probing eyes rested on Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue could see clearly from the corner of his eye.

The sultry evening wind from the coast slowly blew across the entire street, making Zhang Jue recall every time he walked from the hotel where Ai Jiaxi stayed to this hospital.

He remembered that Harrison called him and asked him: "There is a very famous emotional closed clinic in Bangkok. There are six chains around the world, and each of them has an appointment for half a year. The dean sent me an appointment number. Would you like to try it?"

I remembered the successful cases that his attending physician had interviewed him for the first time and showed him.

Remembering the doctor covering his face with the anesthesia mask, he began to wonder if he had made another unnecessary decision.

Facts have proved that it is indeed redundant.

"A Jue!" Ai Jiaxi called him again.

When Zhang Jue was sober, he was most afraid of shouting pain, so he closed his mouth tightly, put his arm around Ai Jiaxi's shoulder and walked forward without saying a word.

For the rest of the journey, Ai Jiaxi became quieter. He took back the cup in Zhang Jue's hand and held it by himself.

The three of them took a walk with their own concerns, walked the last half of the street, and walked around to the hotel gate.

Zhang Jue was worried that the camera would capture Chen Boqiao, and wanted Chen Boqiao to wait. He sent Ai Jiaxi in by himself, but Ai Jiaxi refused to let him. Door.

Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao wanted to go back to the cafe to pick up the car, and turned around in the direction they came from.Passers-by hurried past them, Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao walked unhappily.

After walking not far, Chen Boqiao quickly squeezed Zhang Jue's palm again, then stood still, looked down at Zhang Jue, and said, "Ice is like this, thanks to you being able to hold it."

"The smoothie shop is opposite the coffee shop," he said casually, "I saw other people's cups with sleeves on them."

"He didn't do it on purpose," Zhang Jue explained for Ai Jiaxi, "He lost everything since he was a child."

"Really?" Chen Boqiao smiled slightly, and let go of Zhang Jue's hand, but he still didn't intend to give up.

Zhang Jue felt that Chen Boqiao was a little strange tonight, but he couldn't tell where it was, and he didn't have the energy to think about it carefully.Not long after his estrus ended, he was easily tired. After walking for 10 minutes, his calf was almost numb.

During the sex, Chen Boqiao pressed him from above, and used a lot of force in the few minutes before the end, Zhang Jue's legs and back are still aching.Just now when he was with Ai Jiaxi, Zhang Jue forced himself to hang his spirits. After watching Ai Jiaxi enter the door, his head seemed to stop half-stop, and his thoughts became sluggish.

"Let's talk about this when we go back," Zhang Jue tugged on Chen Boqiao's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "I'm really tired."

The smile on Chen Boqiao's face faded a bit, he paused, and asked Zhang Jue, "Uncomfortable?"

Zhang Jue nodded: "Dizziness."

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue for a while, let Zhang Jue sit on the bench by the side of the road, took Zhang Jue's key, and drove to the coffee shop.

After sitting and waiting for a long time, Zhang Jue felt that lying on the bench must be very comfortable, so he lay down on it, but unexpectedly lost consciousness as soon as he lay down.

He had a half-grey dream, and there was no one in the dream. He was lying on the hospital bed, wearing an anesthesia mask, and heard the voice of Chen Boqiao.

Chen Boqiao asked him: "Zhang Jue, what disease are you treating?"

Zhang Jue closed his eyes and didn't speak, the bed he was lying on was shaken, it was shaking really hard, he opened his eyes and saw the real Chen Boqiao frowning tightly.

Looking at Zhang Jue, Chen Boqiao's expression became slightly relaxed, and he said to Zhang Jue, "You're so tired?"

Chen Boqiao pulled Zhang Jue's wrist, half carried Zhang Jue on his back, got Zhang Jue onto the passenger seat, buckled his seat belt for him, and then went back to drive.

The car window was opened a little, and the hot air outside was mixed with the cold air from the air conditioner, which made Zhang Jue less confused, but not so awake either.

Sitting with his head turned sideways, he carefully looked at Chen Boqiao's side face, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the beard he had attached to Chen Boqiao himself, and whispered, "It's crooked."

Chen Boqiao glanced at him quickly, with a smile in his eyes, raised his hand to press the back of Zhang Jue's hand, and said, "Come on, help me paste it."

"How to post it now." Zhang Jue asked in a low voice.

"You can get close to Tie." Chen Boqiao said again.

Zhang Jue lacked the ability to resist Chen Boqiao, so he leaned over, grabbed Chen Boqiao's shoulder with one hand, tore a little bit of his beard with the other hand, and pulled it upwards.

Before it was fully pasted, Chen Boqiao seemed to be distracted and didn't look at the traffic lights. When he was about to reach the line, he suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped in front of the yellow light.

Zhang Jue's whole body moved forward, and Chen Boqiao held Zhang Jue's arm with one free hand, making Zhang Jue sit still.

Chen Boqiao cleared his throat and said, "Forget it, it's almost here, don't post it."

The red light at the intersection lasted 75 seconds, and Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao's idly hand on the gear lever for ten seconds.

Chen Boqiao spoke, and he asked Zhang Jue, "What do you want to do?"

As if encouraging Zhang Jue to express, Chen Boqiao continued: "Tell me."

Zhang Jue was bewitched by Chen Boqiao, and told the truth: "I want to hold hands with you."

Chen Boqiao turned his head to look at Zhang Jue, his eyes could be called calm, Zhang Jue thought that Chen Boqiao was going to decline, but Chen Boqiao didn't say anything, just curled the corners of his mouth indistinctly, Zhang Jue didn't know that Chen Boqiao Are you laughing at yourself stupid again, or is it just something else.Afterwards, Chen Boqiao raised his hand a little from the gear lever.

Zhang Jue looked at it for five seconds before he figured out that maybe Chen Boqiao had reserved a place for him to hold hands, so he held it slowly, inserted his fingers into the gaps between Chen Boqiao's fingers, and held it gently .

At this time, the red light was still ten seconds away.

Zhang Jue counted the seconds, and when the red light turned green, he consciously let go of his hand, lowered his head and said to Chen Boqiao, "Thank you."