Sunset Boulevard

At eight o'clock in the morning of the capital time of the newly independent country, Ai Jiaxi received a strange call.

He was washing his face at the time, and his eyes were covered with water. The mobile phone placed on the sink vibrated suddenly. He didn't even look at the caller, so he picked it up and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, is this Ai Jiaxi?" The other party was a male with a slightly deep voice.

Ai Jiaxi picked up the towel, wiped his face and said, "Yes." He dried his face, glanced at the screen, saw a string of numbers, and asked the other party, "Who are you?"

"My name is Pei Shu, and I'm Chen Boqiao's friend," said the other party, "Is Zhang Jue by your side?"

"Not here." Ai Jiaxi said.He felt that this person's problem was really a bit strange. At eight o'clock in the morning, he and Zhang were definitely not lovers, so the possibility of being together was very small.

The man named Pei Shu seemed to want to say something more, but before he could say anything, there was a commotion on the other end of the phone that even Ai Jiaxi could hear.

"Wait a moment." Pei Shu said, a noise came from Ai Jiaxi's receiver.

Pei Shu seemed to have handed over the phone to another person. Ai Jiaxi waited for a few seconds, and indeed another person spoke.

"Jiaxi, I'm Chen Boqiao."

Hearing Chen Boqiao's voice, Ai Jiaxi cheered up subconsciously and said hello to him.

After all, he was at the dinner table last night listening to his father and his colleagues talking about the retrial of the Chen Boqiao case.

Chen Boqiao was found not guilty, Zhang Jue should be very happy.Maybe my body will get better sooner.

"Is Zhang Jue by your side?" Chen Boqiao asked again.

The same question Chen Boqiao and Pei Shu asked made Ai Jiaxi confused. He didn't know if they were unaware of the time difference between the Asian League and the New Independent States or something, why they all came to ask if they were with Zhang Jue.

He repeated: "Not here." And emphasized: "It's only eight o'clock in the morning here."

"What's the matter?" Out of politeness, Ai Jiaxi asked again.

Chen Boqiao paused for a moment, and said, "Zhang will never answer my call."

"..." Ai Jiaxi was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and then said, "He can't answer the phone now."

Chen Boqiao was also silent for a few seconds before asking, "Are you doing gland surgery?"

"Oh, you know," Ai Jiaxi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Chen Boqiao seemed to know, "Then you still called him. He was still sleeping in the ICU last night and only came out this afternoon."

"When did he have the operation?" Chen Boqiao asked.

"The day before yesterday," Ai Jiaxi said, talking with his mobile phone, he walked back to the bed and sat down, telling Chen Boqiao, "He only woke up for half an hour yesterday, and the doctor said he was a little sensitive to anesthesia."

Ai Jiaxi's heart has been on Zhang Jue for the past few days, and she is absent-minded about everything. The hotel for the birthday party has been cancelled, and she just wants to have a good rest with Zhang Jue.

"I don't know where his cell phone is, what's the matter?" Ai Jiaxi asked Chen Boqiao, "I'll go to the hospital in a while, I can tell him for you."

Chen Boqiao paused for a while, and said: "If he wakes up, please tell me." After that, he left a number for Ai Jiaxi: "Just send a message."

Ai Jiaxi readily agreed and hung up the phone.

After breakfast, Ai Jiaxi drove to the hospital where Zhang Jue had surgery.

Zhang Jue's operation was considered successful, but after the gland was removed, there would be a short-term severe pheromone disorder, and he needed to stay in the intensive care unit for 48 hours to confirm that all indicators had dropped below the dangerous value before returning to the general ward for observation.

Ai Jiaxi arrived at the hospital at 09:30. There was a section of the hospital road where cars could not drive, so he got out of the car, wrapped his scarf tightly, and walked along the cobblestone path.

On the day of the operation, Ai Jiaxi accompanied Zhang Jue to the hospital.They also walked this path together.

Zhang Jue's parents were in front, and Ai Jiaxi walked behind holding his arm, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

No one present could be sure whether the operation would be [-]% successful, but if Zhang Jue was not allowed to have the operation, perhaps no one would be reconciled except Zhang Jue.

On the contrary, Zhang Jue was the most relaxed one. He patted the back of Ai Jiaxi's hand, and even smiled indistinctly, making Ai Jiaxi couldn't help guessing whether Zhang Jue didn't even care about the things he was afraid of losing. No.

Fortunately, so far, the operation seems to be a success.

Ai Jiaxi approached the glass door, the door automatically moved to both sides, a gust of hot air came down, driving away the biting cold around him.

He went to the intensive care unit first, and found that Zhang Jue was no longer there, so he asked a very kind nurse passing by, and the nurse took him to Zhang Jue's ward.

Zhang Jue fell into a deep sleep, with white gauze wrapped around his neck, lying on the hospital bed with a bloodless face.

And Zhang Jue's mother moved an armchair and sat beside his bed, leaning on the mattress with her elbows, watching Zhang Jue.

"Auntie." Ai Jiaxi called her, she raised her head, and immediately stood up again: "Jiaxi is here."

"Has Jue woke up?"

As Ai Jiaxi approached, he felt that Zhang Jue's complexion was as pale as a plaster statue, even his lips were white, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly with his breathing, as if he was going to evaporate in the air immediately.

"I woke up for 10 minutes in the morning," Zhang Jue's mother said, "I came out of the ICU at [-] o'clock."

She lowered her head, touched Zhang Jue's exposed hand, gently pulled the quilt out from under his elbow, without disturbing him, and covered his shoulders with the quilt.

The nurse also moved an armchair for Ai Jiaxi, and Ai Jiaxi sat quietly with Zhang Jue.

After sitting for a while, Zhang Jue moved his fingers and opened his eyes.

However, his eyes didn't have much focus, he looked at the front in a daze, and after a few seconds, he turned to Ai Jiaxi.

"Jiaxi." He said, raised his hand to press the automatic lift of the bed, and sat up a little.

Zhang Jue's wrist exposed outside the hospital gown was almost as thin as Ai Jiaxi's, with an indwelling needle and medical tape on his wrist, his skin was almost transparent, and he looked at Ai Jiaxi quietly.

Ai Jiaxi also watched Zhang Jue through a small piece of air, trying to make herself look happier: "Is it better?" Zhang Jue nodded lightly, and Ai Jiaxi pulled the corners of his mouth to him, showing his teeth: "Then Just fine."

"I'm planning to come to your ward to spend my birthday with you," he said again, "I owe you the shrimp peeling."

When Zhang Jue heard this, his eyes also bent.

Ai Jiaxi still wanted to talk, but suddenly saw Zhang Jue's mobile phone on the bedside table next to Zhang Jue's mother, and asked, "Auntie, did you bring the mobile phone?"

Zhang Jue's mother followed his gaze and said, "I saw a dozen missed calls, but I couldn't call back that number, so I brought it here."

Ai Jiaxi nodded, thinking of Chen Boqiao's advice, she sent a message: "I've woken up, the phone is by his side."

At this time, the nurse came to Zhang Jue's mother and said that the doctor had something to do with her, so she stood up and followed the nurse to the door. As soon as the door closed, within 2 minutes, Zhang Jue's cell phone on the bedside table vibrated. .

Zhang Jue woke up very hard and uncomfortable, as long as he moved, it seemed that the muscles in his whole body were being dissolved, and the soreness was almost unbearable.

The doctor had warned him before the operation, explaining that it was the effect of pheromone changes. After ten days or so, most of the soreness could be eliminated, so Zhang Jue was not too alarmed.

Hearing the vibration, Zhang Jue wanted to raise his hand to take it, but Ai Jiaxi was faster, and immediately picked it up for him, saying, "I'll help you."

Pressed answer and handed it to his ear.

Zhang Jue thanked Ai Jiaxi, pressed the back of the phone with his fingers, put the receiver against his ear, and said to Ai Jiaxi, "Let me do it."

A male voice came from the other end: "Zhang Jue?"

After the operation, Zhang Jue's brain was still spinning very slowly, and his reaction was unresponsive. First, his heartbeat accelerated subconsciously, and then he realized that the person talking to him was Chen Boqiao.

He was stunned, and almost let go of the hand holding the phone. After a while, he let out a soft "um", feeling that his voice was a little hoarse, but he still said, "It's me."

"You..." Zhang Jue wanted to ask Chen Boqiao a lot, but he couldn't turn his head. He thought for a while, looked at Ai Jiaxi, and asked in confusion, "What date is it today?"

Ai Jiaxi said the date, which was the day of Chen Boqiao's retrial.

Since you can talk on the phone, you should be fine. Zhang Jue congratulated a little slowly: "Congratulations." He felt that the reason why he missed the retrial news was not important to Chen Boqiao. watched TV."

"Really, I forgot to watch TV," Chen Boqiao repeated Zhang Jue's words, and seemed to be joking with Zhang Jue casually, "Why did my memory become so bad?"

But there was no smile in Chen Boqiao's tone, Zhang Jue was stunned when he listened, and there was some faint pain in his chest.

He felt that Chen Boqiao was unhappy, but in fact he didn't have Chen Boqiao's contact information. Even if he watched the news of Chen Boqiao's acquittal by watching the news station, he couldn't congratulate him directly.

But Chen Boqiao was not happy.Zhang Jue said to Chen Boqiao, "I'm sorry."

"I've been a little busy recently," Zhang Jue said again, "I didn't mean to."

Originally, I wanted to say that I would watch them all in the future, but it seemed a little unlucky, so I stopped the car in time and didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Jue kept turning his head, and said it again, and realized that he had already apologized once when the words fell.

The other side of Chen Boqiao was very quiet. After a while, Zhang Jue's eyes couldn't focus again, and his eyelids were too heavy to lift. Then he heard Chen Boqiao say, "You think too much."

"I don't blame you." Chen Boqiao said again.

Every time he heard Chen Boqiao's voice, Zhang Jue's spirit would improve as quickly as a flashback, as if the energy for tomorrow had been allocated in advance, and his brain suddenly became much clearer.

He suddenly remembered the two phone calls Pei Shu had with him.

Pei Shu said that after Chen Boqiao was released from prison, he would not contact him immediately, so he became a little worried, and changed the subject on his own initiative, asking Chen Boqiao: "Is it wrong for you to call me?"

"It doesn't matter," Chen Boqiao said, with a magnetic tone that made Zhang Jue feel at ease, and he whispered, "There is nothing wrong with it, I will call you in the future and you can answer it."

Zhang Jue said yes, thinking that he had slept a lot these days and was afraid of missing Chen Boqiao's call, so he hurriedly said, "But I may not be able to answer it in time these days."

Chen Boqiao paused and said: "It doesn't matter." Then he said: "I can call more times."

Chen Boqiao's voice was somewhat distorted after being compressed by electromagnetic transmission, but it was still very pleasant to hear, which made Zhang Jue reluctant to let it go.

But his overdrawn energy was quickly exhausted, and he turned back to the drowsy Zhang Jue who couldn't open his eyes. He could only mobilize the remaining energy in his body, concentrate it on his ears, and listen to Chen Bo on the other side of the ocean. The almost inaudible breathing of the bridge.

Up, down, up, down.

Zhang Jue grasped the phone tightly, his consciousness moved away gradually with the rotation of the second hand.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear Chen Boqiao ask him again: "Where did you find the τ-promoting agent?"

But Zhang Jue was too sleepy, and he could still hear Chen Boqiao's voice, but he couldn't think, and he couldn't answer. He closed his eyes and didn't speak. Chen Boqiao seemed to sigh lightly, or maybe he was still breathing. .

But until Zhang Jue fell asleep completely, Chen Boqiao didn't hang up the phone.

Zhang Jue had a dream about memories, dreaming about things that really happened.

The day Harrison saw the name on his fifth ever-burning lantern on Senna, the wind was blowing hard on their way down, throwing snow in the air.

Harrison said something to him.Zhang Jue didn't hear clearly when he said it the first time, Harrison repeated it, speaking louder.

He said: "Zhang Jue, you are so vulgar—you actually like Chen Boqiao."

Everyone loves Chen Boqiao one after another, Harrison thought Zhang Jue was an exception.

Zhang never answered, because he couldn't answer.He also didn't want to be so vulgar, like others, to have the same fantasies about Chen Boqiao.

But he tried everything he could, but in the end he couldn't find a solution.