Sunset Boulevard

Zhang Jue was wearing the short-sleeve Chen Boqiao gave him, and sat on a chair, quietly lowering his head to spoon the porridge.

The ends of his hair were curled and loosely tied, with a few strands hanging down his cheeks. His body exuded the aroma of two different pheromone-mixed bath liquids, one of which was the scent of Chen Boqiao.

Chen Boqiao had already eaten, so he sat aside and watched Zhang Jue.

He looked at Zhang Jue from head to toe, but he didn't find many traces of sex, only his pale face and overly red lips, like residual evidence that had not been destroyed.

Zhang Jue's voice of calling the bed is very low, and most of the time he suppresses it, his tongue is soft, his legs are long, and when he climaxes, he looks at Chen Boqiao with distracted eyes. I like the back position, and I am willing to cooperate with any posture in the front.

Perhaps because he noticed that Chen Boqiao's gaze had been on him, Zhang Jue raised his head and glanced at Chen Boqiao.

The two looked at each other for a second or two, Zhang Jue wouldn't have opened his mouth if Chen Boqiao didn't speak, so he lowered his head again and began to eat slowly.

Zhang Jue was very reluctant to bring up what happened last night. His body language, facial expressions, and way of speaking all pointed to this.

He was even more afraid than Chen Boqiao of bringing up the fact that they had sex, which made Chen Boqiao somewhat regret it.

I regret talking too much at the love hotel.

In fact, people like Zhang Jue who are too self-aware, have low self-esteem, and can't express at all, don't need to be reminded at all. Even if Chen Boqiao doesn't say anything, Zhang Jue will shrink back faster than anyone else.

He may ask someone to present a generous gift to Chen Boqiao when he gets married, sneak a peek at a place far away from the wedding venue, hold the things Chen Boqiao gave him in a daze, and secretly save news photos, but he will not be entangled Smash.

What Chen Boqiao said in the hotel was too cruel to Zhang Jue, unnecessary and meaningless.

Zhang Jue didn't finish his bowl of porridge, so Ai Jiaxi called him back.Zhang Jue picked up the phone and put it to his ear. Ai Jiaxi was making a lot of noise over there, even Chen Boqiao could hear it, although he couldn't make out what he said.

Ai Jiaxi spoke to Zhang Jue for a long time, and it was Zhang Jue's turn to speak. Zhang Jue said, "If you don't want to go, don't go."

Then Ai Jiaxi started yelling again. After a while, Zhang Jue said: "Okay." After a few seconds, he said again: "I'll peel you a lot."

Chen Boqiao could tell that Ai Jiaxi was still struggling with that shrimp.

Zhang Jue coaxed Ai Jiaxi like coaxing a child: "You can peel as much as you want."

The indistinct Ai Jiaxi's voice coming out of the earpiece sounded very proud.Zhang Jue whispered, "No, my hands don't hurt."

Then, there was no sound from Ai Jiaxi, and after a while, Zhang Jue told Ai Jiaxi: "Soon... I will definitely celebrate your birthday with you."

Chen Boqiao heard Zhang Jue say a lot of things that Ai Jiaxi wanted to hear, so Ai Jiaxi allowed Zhang Jue to hang up the phone.

After finishing the call, Zhang Jue turned off his phone, took a sip of porridge, and suddenly said to Chen Boqiao, "It's delicious."

"Instant food buns are hard to cook, right?" Chen Boqiao said bluntly.

Zhang Jue stirred the porridge with a spoon, and said, "It can't be cooked well."

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, thought of the person who called just now, paused, and asked, "Ai Jiaxi?"

There was a little smile in Zhang Jue's eyes, he nodded and said, "I serve it to me without boiling it every time."

Chen Boqiao didn't speak for a long time, Zhang Jue probably thought the topic was over, and lowered his head, intending to continue drinking porridge, but when Chen Boqiao called his name, he looked up quickly.

"Why did Ai Jiaxi break off the engagement?" Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue, "He doesn't look like he will break off your engagement."

"He didn't want to quit," Zhang Jue said honestly. "His parents knew about my glands and thought we were not suitable, but they couldn't make sense to him. My parents also felt sorry for his family. Finally, I persuaded him. living."

"Really," Chen Boqiao followed Zhang Jue noncommittally, "It's hard to persuade."

"Well," Zhang Jue looked at his leftover porridge, and said again, "I've been persuading him for a long time. It's not impossible for me to live with him, but what if he meets someone he really likes in the future."

Chen Boqiao felt that Zhang Jue's statement was interesting, thought for a while, and asked Zhang Jue mercilessly: "Do you have no one you like?"

Zhang Jue put down the spoon slowly, raised his face, and didn't speak for a while.

Chen Boqiao looked into Zhang Jue's eyes, and the second regret in a day appeared much faster than he expected.

The corners of Zhang Jue's eyes were a little red, and there was no expression on his face. I don't know if it was because he was too tired last night, or because he was in a bad mood.

Chen Boqiao is not a person who often makes decisions based on instinct. He is used to analyzing well and keeping a distance from others so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, except when getting along with Zhang Jue.

He deliberately provoked Zhang Jue without thinking too much, but he was also unwilling to let Zhang Jue show such a sad expression.

Otherwise, I won't lie to Zhang Jue that I don't mind the smell of smoke at all.

Chen Boqiao wanted to give Zhang Jue a step down, but it was too late, Zhang Jue had already spoken.

"I'm different." Zhang Jue said.

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue looking at the void, embarrassed and reluctant, and rarely felt soft-hearted.

But Zhang Jue must have misunderstood that Chen Boqiao was trying to persuade him that the sea of ​​suffering was boundless and he should turn his back on the shore, because he had always thought of Chen Boqiao very well, so Zhang Jue said to Chen Boqiao: "I told you, leave me alone. "

Zhang Jue gave up on himself, his lips were still red, and his eyes moved around.Zhang Jue has no temper when facing Chen Boqiao, nor is he withdrawn, but he is not smart, and he doesn't know how to tell lies or chase people.

Although I can't remember clearly, but according to Zhang Jue's current state, Chen Boqiao can also imagine that Zhang Jue's so-called confession is at most just blocking himself behind and saying "I like you".

There are so many people who have confessed to Chen Boqiao that he has little time to be alone. From the cable car line of the Roche winter campus to the art installation corridor of the summer campus, someone stopped Chen Boqiao in every slightly romantic place. Qiao, I don't know which one Zhang decided to choose.

Zhang Jue speaks and acts so plainly and ordinaryly, how could he attract attention.

Chen Boqiao listened patiently, refused patiently, and forgot about it when he turned his head.

And Zhang decided to smoke.

But 29-year-old Chen Boqiao recalled that Zhang Jue, who was [-] or [-] years old, should be quite interesting. He easily fell in love with someone who didn't like him, and then lived in a muddle for more than ten years.

Chen Boqiao suddenly thought of Zhang Jue standing among the mercenaries on the day of his trial in the Sub-League.

That was the first time Chen Boqiao had seen the forest and the blue sky since he had been in prison for half a year.

Chen Boqiao was interrogated twice a week in prison, and was often faced face to face with strong lights. He sat on a chair for more than ten hours without dripping water, repeating the same answer, even if he kept his eyes closed, when he returned to the cell, It also takes a long time to get used to seeing things clearly.

Sometimes when there was an execution at night, Chen Boqiao would sleep a little later and thought about his father.It is inconvenient for the prison to transmit news, and Chen Boqiao has never seen a photo of his father's funeral.However, the interrogator showed Chen Boqiao a lot of the live video of Chen Zhaoyan being shot.

Chen Boqiao had fought many tough battles and was fully prepared before going to prison, but life in the fifth prison still made him exhausted.

He kept his spirits up during the trial, and remained calm when he was sentenced to death. He even smiled at the reporter's camera, pretending to be relaxed.

But he knew very well that only when he found out that the plan had been disrupted and saw Zhang Jue and the helicopter, did he really feel relieved.

Zhang Jue is a person who lives in the shadow of Chen Boqiao.

Those who haven't gotten along well with him can't imagine how easy he is to deceive.Sometimes Zhang Jue was so dull that Chen Boqiao couldn't bear to say it, and sometimes he didn't know where he learned badly, and told obvious lies in order to kiss again.

Zhang Jue is like a one-month transitional vacation, bringing Chen Boqiao, who has been imprisoned for a long time, back to modern society.

"Okay, don't be nervous," Chen Boqiao said lightly, "I won't care about you from now on."

Zhang Jue gave an "um" in agreement, seemed relieved, thought for a while, and said, "Chen Boqiao."

The way he called Chen Boqiao was actually a bit exciting, because he looked at Chen Boqiao seriously, pronounced it slowly with his lips and tongue, and said to Chen Boqiao: "I am voluntary. You don't have to..."

Zhang Jue stopped, lowered his head suddenly, pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly, as if he thought what he was thinking was absurd, and then said in a low voice, "You don't know how either."

Zhang Jue always half-spoken, and Chen Boqiao didn't know whether what Zhang Jue wanted to say was "you don't need to be responsible" or "you don't need to feel guilty".

But it doesn't hinder understanding, it's all the same meaning.

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, and felt that Zhang Jue was suitable for a crash course, learning how to stalk without distractions, how to hang himself after crying, making troubles, or how to get pregnant before being married and force marriage to be in power.

Regardless of whether it succeeds in the end, it is always a pity not to try.

"What if I will," Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue, "What should you do?"

Zhang Jue glanced at Chen Boqiao, thought for a while, and said to Chen Boqiao: "Don't say that." Zhang Jue's eyes were very quiet, and he was not unwilling, as if he had not been given by Chen Boqiao. He hoped to impress him, but he had no intention of fighting for it. He said, "I dare not."