Sunset Boulevard

The porridge was already cold, but Zhang Jue finished it anyway, while Chen Boqiao sat aside without saying a word.

After Zhang Jue put down the bowl, Chen Boqiao said, "I'll serve it for you again."

Looking at the empty bowl, Zhang Jue had no appetite, so he shook his head and said, "I can't drink any more."

"One bowl is not enough." Chen Boqiao's attitude became very good. He looked at Zhang Jue gently, and picked up the porridge bowl, "You have slept all day."

However, Zhang never wanted to eat it, and after rejecting it again, Chen Boqiao stopped forcing him, just said "I'll cook it when you want to eat it", cleaned up the leftover tableware on the table, and took it to the kitchen washed.

The sound of water in the kitchen stopped and went on and on, and from Zhang Jue's perspective, he could see Chen Boqiao's back and his elbow moving slightly.He didn't expect Chen Boqiao to be able to wash dishes at first, but after thinking about it, Chen Boqiao had been in the army for so long, there probably wasn't anything he couldn't do.

Zhang Jue looked at it for a while, and remembered that when he returned to the safe house yesterday, he said that he would not smoke in the future, but he was in a very bad mood, so he got up and searched the house for a long time, and finally found cigarettes and matches from the bottom of the luggage bag. Go to the balcony to smoke.

When he was walking towards the balcony, Chen Boqiao happened to come out after washing the dishes.From the corner of his eyes, Zhang Jue saw Chen Boqiao stop and look towards him, but Chen Boqiao didn't call him, so he pretended not to know, hurriedly opened the glass door of the balcony, and closed it gently again.

The balcony of the safe house is small and simple, with only a layer of rough gray cement painted on the outside of the bricks. The height of the outer edge is a little above Zhang Jue's waist. Standing and looking out from the balcony, you can see a large area of ​​Bangkok buildings.

Zhang Jue checked the weather yesterday, and it was cloudy with light rain today. He stood on the balcony and remained silent for a few seconds. Sure enough, there were very fine raindrops floating on his face.

The air was humid and hot, and the blue-gray sky fog mixed with rain shrouded the scattered buildings and temples in the distance.

Zhang Jue lit a cigarette with a match, took a puff, then extinguished the match, allowing the tar and nicotine to circulate into his lungs, staring at the city in the rain in a daze.

He slept for nine hours, but he didn't sleep well. He kept dreaming dreams without specific images. After waking up, his spirit was also poor. People, pointing to Chen Boqiao.

But just now when he kissed while he was sober, he exhaled a puff of smoke while drenched in the rain, thinking slowly, he should be satisfied.

After Zhang Jue smoked a whole cigarette, he extinguished the cigarette butt on the limestone table on the balcony, next to the burnt match just now. His brain was still hesitating whether it was time to enter the house. But he was very loyal to his desire. He opened the lid of the cigarette box with the tip of his thumb and took out another cigarette.

This time, Zhang Jue only took two sips.

Because the door behind him was opened, Zhang Jue turned around subconsciously, and when he saw Chen Boqiao, he immediately extinguished the cigarette and hid it behind him.

Chen Boqiao supported the door frame with his hands, lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Jue with no expression on his face for a while, and said, "Didn't you say you won't smoke?"

Zhang Jue did not speak.The rain seemed to be a little heavier, and Zhang Jue felt that his hair and clothes were damp, but the Chen Bo Bridge was blocked, and Zhang Jue couldn't go back to the house.

"Take it out," Chen Boqiao said to Zhang Jue, "spread it out."

He said the commanding words, but his tone and expression were not tough, but very flat.

Zhang Jue honestly raised his left hand and spread it out for Chen Boqiao to see, with a box of matches in his palm.

"Right hand." Chen Boqiao said.

Zhang Jue spread out his right hand, and there was a half-chopped cigarette in his palm.

"I won't smoke this pack after I smoke it." Zhang Jue explained in vain.

Chen Boqiao took a step and walked onto the balcony. The originally narrow space became even more crowded.Zhang Jue stepped aside, and Chen Boqiao stood very close to Zhang Jue. He looked down into Zhang Jue's eyes and asked Zhang Jue, "Did I make you feel bad?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized naturally, and said sorry so sincerely, it seemed that there was no one in Bangkok who was more sincere than him.

When there was no answer, Chen Boqiao said again, "It won't happen next time."

Zhang Jue put the matches and cigarettes in his hand on the lime table, and then said: "No, it has nothing to do with you."

Chen Boqiao didn't make a sound, and it wasn't obvious whether he believed Zhang Jue's words.

He lowered his head and saw Zhang Jue's half pack of cigarettes on the plasterboard. He picked it up, weighed it, opened the box, and took one. Xue Zhangjue held it between his index finger and middle finger, and asked without raising his head: " Is smoking so interesting?"

Zhang Jue really wanted to take the cigarette from Chen Boqiao's finger, because he felt that Chen Boqiao really hated it, but it was too abrupt, so he just shook his head and told Chen Boqiao, "It's not very interesting."

"Then why do you like it so much?" Chen Boqiao looked up at Zhang Jue and asked.

Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao's hand and said sullenly, "If you have something to do, you won't think too much about it."

"I'll try it too," Chen Boqiao said to Zhang Jue, holding a cigarette to his lips, "Light one for me."

Zhang Jue touched the matchbox with his hands, and retracted again.

"Chen Boqiao." Zhang Jue called him.

This should be the first time that Zhang Jue didn't follow Chen Boqiao's wishes, but he didn't want Chen Boqiao to regret it, so he persuaded him: "If you don't want to do it, don't do it."

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue for a long time, and returned the cigarette in his hand to Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue took it, and Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue to smoke it for him.

"You don't like the smell of cigarettes." Zhang Jue said in a low voice, looking at the cigarette paper that had been dampened by the rain.

Chen Boqiao didn't say a word, he struck a match, and Zhang Jue had no choice but to lean over to borrow the fire.He lowered his head and took a breath, and he and Chen Boqiao were separated by the curling smoke.

One is Colonel Chen, a tall and handsome sub-alliance officer with a straight posture, and the other is Zhang Jue, who is in poor health and has bad habits.

Senior Colonel Chen loomed in the rain and smoke, and Zhang Jue seemed to be inspired by nicotine or smoke with some weird courage.He called Chen Boqiao by name, and Chen Boqiao responded patiently as usual, so he raised his head, looked into Chen Boqiao's eyes, and asked, "What kind of person do you like?"

Chen Boqiao didn't avoid Zhang Jue's eyes, thought for a while and replied: "I haven't thought about it yet." Then asked Zhang Jue: "What do you think?"

Questions that even the parties concerned can't answer, how can Zhang Jue know.However, Zhang Jue had also pictured in his heart the appearance of the person who stood with Chen Boqiao to receive blessings, so he said vaguely: "It should be very good. If I want to be with you, I can be worthy of you."

"Really?" Chen Boqiao smiled, he turned his head and looked into the distance.Zhang Jue looked into the distance with his gaze, looking at the horizon formed by the connection of gray buildings and cloudy sky, and the rain clouds of different shades above.

Chen Boqiao put his hands on the plasterboard of the balcony, and teased Zhang Jue: "Why are you so clear?"

The two were silent for a while, and Chen Boqiao said again: "I really don't know, I don't have time to think about it."

Zhang Jue turned sideways to look at Chen Boqiao's side face, half of the cigarette in his hand was burnt, and he didn't take a puff.The real Chen Boqiao who stood beside Zhang Jue was more perfect than Zhang Jue who had seen all the photos of him.

Like a flawless, gentle wax figure.

Perhaps because he felt that he would never have the opportunity to chat with Chen Boqiao so close again, or maybe he just wanted to strike up a conversation with Chen Boqiao, Zhang Jue tried his best to delay the conversation: "Then what do you think now? "

Chen Boqiao glanced at Zhang Jue with a smile, and asked jokingly, "What do you want to do?"

His eyes seem to be saying, if he tells what kind of person he is, Zhang Jue will make it exactly the same according to this standard.

Zhang Jue immediately clarified: "I didn't mean that."

"Well," Chen Boqiao stretched out his hand to take away the cigarette in Zhang Jue's hand and pressed it out with a half-smile, and said, "Zhang Jue, the cigarette is almost burning."

Zhang Jue's face was a little hot, but he couldn't take his eyes away from Chen Boqiao's face.And Chen Boqiao always seems to be amused by such Zhang Jue, he said: "I didn't mean that either."

Zhang Jue hesitated to say something bad, and Chen Boqiao asked him again: "Then how do you think you are worthy of me, how can you be with me?"

Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao, thought for a few seconds, and said, "I want to be as perfect as you."

Chen Boqiao smiled again, nodded slightly, and said "Yes", and asked Zhang Jue, "What else?"

Zhang Jue continued, "Smart and good-looking Omega."

"You'll like him a lot."

"Have made many appointments with him."

He spoke intermittently, and there was no logic at all in the next sentence.Chen Boqiao seemed willing to continue listening, so Zhang Jue said whatever came to his mind.

Zhang Jue found that he didn't feel a lot of pain in his heart when he said these words, but he couldn't stop once he said them, as if he wanted to pour out all his past thoughts to Chen Boqiao.It used to be uncomfortable when I thought about it, but now that I have said it, I feel calm.

Of course he himself wanted to be such a person, and wanted to enter the scope of Chen Boqiao's mate selection, why wouldn't he want to, he was thinking like crazy, but there was no way, he was just a decision.

"Zhang Jue." Chen Boqiao shook his hand in front of Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue realized that he was distracted.

"You have higher demands on me than my parents." Chen Boqiao said.

He moved closer to Zhang Jue, bent down slightly, and pressed Zhang Jue's shoulder.

Zhang Jue's shoulders were heavy, and he saw Chen Boqiao approaching. When he was about to touch it, Zhang Jue closed his eyes, but Chen Boqiao only touched his forehead lightly.

But in the second when Zhang Jue closed his eyes, he really thought that Chen Boqiao would kiss him.

Zhang Jue opened his eyes, Chen Boqiao's face moved back a little, but his hand was still on Zhang Jue's shoulder.

"Accompany me to see the Erawan Buddha tomorrow," Chen Boqiao said, "There are still a few days left before boarding the boat. Let's take a walk in Bangkok."