Sunset Boulevard

Chen Boqiao's hair is the same color as Zhang Jue's, pure black, but much shorter in length and thicker than Zhang Jue's; there are almost no scars on his face, except for a scar on his right ear. Small, scraped wounds like shrapnel.

If Chen Boqiao was dressed neatly, no one would have thought that he had so many scars on his body.

They lay on the bed, Zhang Jue curled up facing Chen Boqiao.

Perhaps because he felt that the room was too dark, Chen Boqiao turned sideways and turned on the bedside lamp.Zhang Jue raised his eyes and saw the burns on Chen Boqiao's back.

When helping Chen Boqiao get the locator, Zhang Jue had also seen it, but he didn't have time to look at it carefully at that time, so he only touched it lightly, and then Chen Boqiao tactfully stopped him.

The bedside lamp was dim, illuminating the palm-sized burns horribly.Zhang Jue stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt Chen Boqiao tense reflexively, and then relaxed quickly.

Chen Boqiao didn't make a sound, breathing quietly.His back line is obvious, with a strong sense of strength. Under the dim light, it looks like a recruitment poster. The slightly raised muscles symbolize the battlefield, and the scars are medals.

Zhang Jue's fingertips froze for a while, and moved down along the edge of the wound, lightly pressing the small piece of unattractive and uneven skin.Chen Boqiao remained silent, and did not resist Zhang Jue's touch. Zhang Jue touched it for a while, then approached irresistibly, touched his cheeks, and then pressed his lips.

The burned skin was as warm as the other parts of Chen Boqiao, but it was uneven, wrinkled like a newborn's sole, and the color was different from the surrounding skin, not so uniform.

Zhang Jue didn't feel scared or disgusted, but after watching it for a long time, he felt a little sad.For some reason, when he kissed Chen Boqiao's burn scar, he felt even more uncomfortable than when Chen Boqiao refused his kiss.

He couldn't help but asked Chen Boqiao: "It hurts."

After asking, I felt that I had said another nonsense that would lead to silence.

Fortunately, Chen Boqiao didn't mind, Chen Boqiao paused, and calmly replied: "Forgot."

"It's been a long time," he said again, "it should be fine."

Zhang Jue let go of Chen Boqiao, and moved his lips slightly away.Chen Boqiao took advantage of the situation and sat up, turned his head, looked down at Zhang Jue who was lying down, and asked Zhang Jue, "Why, do you love me?"

Zhang Jue and him looked at each other for a few seconds before saying "hmm".Chen Boqiao held Zhang Jue's hand on the quilt, and coaxed, "Forget it means it doesn't hurt."

Chen Boqiao's palm was very hot, rougher than Zhang Jue's. He held Zhang Jue's hand and never let go.

Zhang Jue also wanted to sit up, but was pushed down by Chen Boqiao.

"Isn't your back sore?" Chen Boqiao said, "Lie down."

Zhang Jue's face was hot, and the soreness in his back was the reason why he couldn't take it anymore, and he said it very lightly.He thought Chen Boqiao didn't hear it, because Chen Boqiao didn't care whether his back was sore or not.

With his back turned to him, Chen Boqiao stood motionless, not sure if he was thinking about something or just in a daze.

Zhang Jue looked at it for a while, and then asked a question that he hadn't figured out for a long time: "Why did you join the army?"

Because when he was in school, Chen Boqiao seemed to have nothing to do with the army. Everyone thought that Chen Boqiao would go to business school step by step, inherit his father's career, and become a successful businessman.

Chen Boqiao looked down at Zhang Jue, and said in a low voice, "I don't remember clearly."

He said that he couldn't remember clearly, Zhang Jue knew that he didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask any more questions, and echoed: "Many years have passed."

But after a short time, Chen Boqiao spoke again, and he suddenly told Zhang Jue: "My grandfather was a soldier. But he passed away very early."

Chen Boqiao sat up straight, raised his head, and looked at the white wall.Zhang Jue could only see half of his side face, but couldn't make out his expression.

After he finished speaking, he paused for a long time, and Zhang Jue waited quietly until he spoke again.

"I accompanied my mother to recuperate in Europe since I was a child," Chen Boqiao said in a low voice. "She was in poor health and didn't go out. Every day in the study, I wiped off my grandfather's military medals and counted his achievements. So I was very annoyed at home at that time, or I prefer being at school."

"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao asked suddenly, "How old were you when you went to school in Luoshi?"

Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Ten years old, admitted to the school in the fourth grade."

The hand that Chen Boqiao was holding with him suddenly moved.

"Ten years old." Chen Boqiao repeated thoughtfully.

Zhang never knew why Chen Boqiao had to repeat his school age, so he asked Chen Boqiao: "What's wrong?"

Chen Boqiao shook his head and leaned back.

Zhang Jue felt the mattress under him shake slightly, and saw Chen Boqiao lay down again.

The dim light made Chen Boqiao's facial features look more profound. He turned his face and looked at Zhang Jue. His lips were a little thin, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked. His eyes were bright and focused.

Chen Boqiao was too close, his expression was too ambiguous, but he didn't seem to intend to do anything, which made Zhang Jue feel panicked and his mouth was dry.

"Zhang Jue." He called Zhang Jue by name.

"Huh?" Zhang Jue knew that he looked dumb, but couldn't control it well.

"Have you heard the rumor that my parents have a bad relationship?" Chen Boqiao said.

Zhang Jue had indeed heard about it, so he nodded hesitantly.Anyone who knows a little about Chen Boqiao should know that Chen Zhaoyan sent his wife and Chen Boqiao to Europe not long after Chen Boqiao was born, and they didn't see each other several times a year.

"It's really not good." Chen Boqiao said.

He lowered his eyes, played with Zhang Jue's hand, and narrated the private affairs of his family without emotion: "When we meet, we will quarrel."

Speaking of this, Chen Boqiao suddenly smiled, raised his hand, touched Zhang Jue's face, and said, "The reason why I joined the army will disappoint you."

"Because..." He looked at a place not far away with no focus, as if he was recalling, "I spend a lot more time with my mother than with my father.

"I was 19 when my mother passed away and had just graduated from Rosh.

"I saw the recruitment advertisement of the Asian League, and I didn't really want to go. But when I mentioned it to my father, he opposed it very strongly.

"—So I went back to the Asian League and took the military academy."

He asked Zhang Jue, "Is it stupid?"

"But after enlisting," he added, "I haven't regretted it."

Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao, blinked slowly a few times, and commented: "It's a bit rebellious."

Chen Boqiao laughed again, and said, "Zhang Jue, you really can't speak."

But Zhang Jue knew that Chen Boqiao was not angry.

Zhang Jue looked at him for a long time, and then asked without hesitation: "Chen Boqiao, does Pei Shu know this?"

Chen Boqiao glanced at Zhang Jue, held Zhang Jue's hand tightly, and pulled Zhang Jue into his arms.

There seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on the palms of his hands, and they were no longer so dry. He pressed against Zhang Jue's ear, and said fiercely, "Whether Pei Shuzhi knows or not is none of your business."

Zhang Jue didn't know what to answer when he heard his question.

But not long after, Chen Boqiao whispered in Zhang Jue's ear, "Of course I don't know."

"I told him what this is for," he said.

His arm was across Zhang Jue's chest, and Zhang Jue hugged him.

After a moment of silence, Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue, "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Go to the pier where the cruise ship will stop and get familiar with the route," Zhang Jue said, "Do you want to go together?"

"No," Chen Boqiao said, "I'll stay in the safe house."

Zhang Jue vaguely guessed that Chen Boqiao would contact Pei Shu tomorrow to discuss things that were inconvenient for him to listen to.Ever since Pei Shu contacted Chen Boqiao, everything has become very smooth, as if arriving in North America and the newly independent country has become a very simple matter.And Zhang Jue's plan is irrelevant.

Zhang never knew the exact time now, judging by the colors in the gaps in the curtains, it should be night.Before I knew it, another day passed in Bangkok. It seemed that I had done a lot of things, but I didn't do any of them.

Zhang Jue didn't even look up any news about the Asian League, didn't know about the search trend of Chen Boqiao, but simply made an appointment with Chen Boqiao.

Chen Boqiao's hand moved, and through the quilt, he put it on Zhang Jue's waist, looked into Zhang Jue's eyes, and Zhang Jue went over to kiss him knowingly.

After brief and lingering intermittent kisses, Zhang Jue was still very uneasy, so he hesitated and confirmed with Chen Boqiao: "If you have any changes, please tell me."

Chen Boqiao said "Okay", and then pressed him down, propping up the quilt into a small space with his back.

Zhang Jue put his hand on Chen Boqiao's shoulder. The height difference between him and Chen Boqiao was not too big, but their body shape and skin color were very different. Chen Boqiao's legs were intertwined with his, and the heat was unobstructed. passed on to his skin.

"Zhang Jue." Chen Boqiao called him by name.

Zhang Jue raised his eyes to look at Chen Boqiao, Chen Boqiao touched his eyes, cheeks, slid to his chin with his fingers, and lightly smoothed his hair scattered on the pillow, and then said: "I promise you, I will do it." arrive."

"Give me a little more time," he said.

What time is Chen Boqiao referring to, Zhang Jue is not sure.

But time is precisely the thing that Zhang Jue has the most, and Zhang Jue is very patient.How long to wait, how slim the hope is, Zhang Jue can say yes without hesitation.