Sunset Boulevard

The cologne on Chen Boqiao's body airtightly covered his pheromone smell.

After shaking hands with Zhang Jue, Chen Boqiao kept a distance from Ms. Zhu as if nothing had happened, and introduced to her: "This is Zhang Jue."

Miss Zhu showed a little puzzled look on her face, but she didn't ask any more questions, and nodded to Zhang Jue with a smile.

"——Po Bridge."

Zhu Hongru was led by his wife, came from not far away, and said enthusiastically: "Are you reminiscing with old classmates?" When he got closer, he said again: "I also asked Xiaojue in the afternoon, what was the relationship with you when I was in school? Sample."

Zhang Jue felt that Chen Boqiao was looking at him, so he carefully raised his eyes to meet his gaze.

With a faint smile in his eyes, Chen Boqiao followed Zhu Hongru's words casually, and asked Zhang Jue, "Really, what did you say?"

Zhang Jue thought of his mother's "unfamiliarity" and didn't know how to answer for a while, so he looked at Chen Boqiao in a daze, said the word "I", paused, and did not continue.

Chen Boqiao didn't ask any further questions. He looked at him for a few seconds, and seemed to be distracted. When he came back to his senses, he seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Zhu Hongru.

"Hey, Xiao Jue's words are too conservative," Zhu Hongru interjected smoothly without putting Zhang Jue in an awkward situation, "Just tell us that we are classmates, and refuse to reveal anything else."

Before he could finish his sentence, a media person at the scene came over and politely asked Chen Boqiao and Zhu Hongru if they could take a group photo for the press release.

Chen Boqiao nodded generously, then suddenly looked at Zhang Jue, and said, "Why don't we shoot together, classmate."

Zhu Hongru was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, smiled and pulled his wife and daughter, greeted him and Zhang Jue, stood on the left and right sides of Chen Poqiao respectively, and asked, "How about this?"

The media personnel gave up the position to the photographer. The photographer took the camera, tried the test film, and then waved and gestured to the assistant not far away.

"The colorful lights are not bright enough." The photographer explained to Zhu Hongru, "I need a reflector."

It took time to move the reflector and adjust the angle. Zhu Hongru and his wife chatted with Chen Boqiao in a low voice.

Standing beside Chen Boqiao, Zhang Jue was a little nervous.His father's status is special, so it is inconvenient to take a photo with Chen Boqiao at this time, and he and his mother are standing not far away, arm in arm.The colorful lights on the lawn flickered far and near, Zhang Jue couldn't see his parents' expressions clearly, and wanted to lower his head to let his eyes rest for a while, when the back of his hand was suddenly touched.

He turned his head slightly, looked down, and Chen Boqiao touched him again as if not paying attention.

Zhang Jue turned his face straight, pursed his lips, and his cheeks became irresistibly hot.

The assistant put up the reflector, looked at them, had a brief conversation with the photographer, went to Zhang Jue, and asked him: "Sir, can your hair..." Then he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Zhang Jue s hair.

Just as Zhang Jue was about to dodge, Chen Boqiao, who was talking to Zhu Hongru, suddenly stopped, raised his hand to block Zhang Jue, and stopped the camera assistant.Zhang Jue turned his head to look, Chen Boqiao had no expression on his face, he clasped the other's arm tightly, and then let go immediately.

"No need," he told the staff.

"Just shoot like this." Chen Boqiao's complexion calmed down a little, and he smiled gently at the other party, "Thank you."

But the assistant seemed taken aback, apologized to Zhang Jue in a low voice, and retreated to the photographer.

The atmosphere became a little weird, but it didn't last long.

The photographer quickly took the photo, and the fundraising auction was about to start. Zhang Jue walked back to his parents and went to their seats together.

Mrs. Zhu has a wide range of social contacts, and most of the people present are celebrities from all walks of life, and the items donated for auction are not of low value.

Chen Boqiao donated a set of antique porcelain from Sever Kiln. The auction scene was extremely lively, and the guests raised the highest price in the audience, which was more than double that of the second highest donation.

It's not that Zhang didn't want to shoot, but Chen Boqiao was present, and he felt embarrassed, so he immediately cut off the idea that had just sprouted.

After three hammers, a businessman in North America took the porcelain into his pocket.Mrs. Zhu was joking and asked Chen Boqiao to speak on stage, but Chen Boqiao did not refuse and went up with a smile.He took the small note with the other party's name from Mrs. Zhu, thanked the gentleman for his efforts in saving endangered animals, and walked down amidst applause.

As usual, Zhang Jue kept watching from the audience.

There is a two-hour time difference between the capital of North America and the newly independent country. Zhang Jue was always tired after the operation and went to bed early. After the auction of Chen Boqiao's donation, he was a little sleepy.

After sitting for a while, he couldn't help yawning. His mother found out and asked him, "Do you want to go back to sleep first?"

Zhang Jue nodded in a daze, his father pressed his mother and said, "I'll go with him." Then he took Zhang Jue and Zhu Hongru to say hello, walked out of the dinner party, and the two entered the main building of the hotel in silence.

After sending Zhang Jue back to his room, his father didn't leave immediately, he closed the door and signaled Zhang Jue to sit down.

Zhang Jue sat on the single sofa by the window, and when his father approached, he sat on the sofa opposite the coffee table and looked at himself quietly.

"Zhang Jue." The corner of his father's mouth was flat, and he called him with a serious face, "Let's talk."

Zhang Jue was still not quite clear-headed, so he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Chen Boqiao." Father said.

Zhang Jue's drowsiness dissipated immediately, the back of his neck was a little chilly, his spirit was tense, he looked at his father, tightly shut his mouth, and waited for his father's next sentence.

After waiting for a while, Father Fang asked, "Did you remove the alpha gland because of him?"

There was no anger in his father's words, as if he was serious about wanting Zhang Jue to give him an answer.

After looking at each other for a while, Zhang Jue admitted: "Yes."

He knew that even if he said no, his father would not argue with him, but he didn't want to lie.

"Does he know?" the father asked again.

Zhang Jue thought about it and said, "I should know." But he didn't mention it.

After talking, the father and son seemed to be a little more relaxed.

They sat opposite each other in silence and did not speak at once.

My father pondered for a while, took off his glasses, put them on the coffee table, breathed steadily, and looked out the window at the bright lights on the lawn in the distance and the fragrance of his clothes.

Zhang Jue's cell phone in the inside pocket of his suit vibrated, but he didn't take it, but followed his father's eyes to look at it.

Far away, the colorful lights are no longer dazzling, some are hidden in the shadow of trees, with a hazy beauty.

They didn't see it for a long time, but Zhang Jue felt that this period of time was boundless.

It seemed like a century before his father spoke, pulling him out of his trance and shame.Father said, "I'll figure it out."

Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, and then heard his father ask him: "Couldn't it be better to change it?"

Zhang Jue looked up at his father, he really wanted to explain to his father that Chen Boqiao was actually kind to him, he didn't give him any hope, and he wasn't so unattainable.

He grew up in a trust fund, in love and freedom, without any big ambitions, and lived a loose life. The only person he pursued was Chen Boqiao.

Even if it is true that there will be no clear results in the future and no promises, he doesn't particularly care.

But his parents cared and couldn't accept it.

"I think," Zhang Jue said slowly and lightly, "in case—"

"—not realistic." Father interrupted him gently.

Zhang Jue looked into his father's eyes, didn't react for a while, and blinked slowly once.

"You and Chen Boqiao, is it possible?" His father asked him calmly, as if discussing diplomatic issues with him.

Zhang Jue's breathing became very difficult, but the wound that was about to heal felt sudden and sudden pain, like a small heart, beating in the place where he was stitched with protein thread, pushing against the crack between the flesh and blood, eager to break through the ground. out.

The father also seemed to feel that Zhang Jue looked pitifully embarrassed, and couldn't bear to speak harshly again. After sitting for a few minutes, he got up and said, "I'm going to accompany your mother, you should go to bed early."

After saying that, he left without hesitation and closed the door for Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue sat for a while, the phone vibrated again, he took it out to check, Chen Boqiao sent him two messages, one was "are you tired", and the second asked him which room he lived in.

He looked at it for a long time without returning, put his phone aside, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhang Jue threw the suit into the laundry basket, seldom looked in the mirror, and took a closer look at his bare upper body.

He raised his hand to touch his cheek, collarbone, and ribs, combed his hair, put waterproof stickers on the wound, put it down, walked into the shower room, and closed the door.

Warm water poured down from the circular overhead shower like a tropical afternoon downpour, soaking his hair, wetting his neck, and gurgling over his body.

He rinsed himself to the point where he couldn't get any cleaner before he stepped out, put on his bathrobe, and dried his hair.

The screen of the mobile phone placed on the cabinet was bright, looking down, Chen Boqiao called him, but he didn't answer.

Zhang Jue picked it up slowly and wanted to call back, but Chen Boqiao called again, and he pressed the answer button.

"I just took a shower," Zhang Jue asked him, "what's wrong?"

Chen Boqiao didn't make a sound.

Zhang Jue waited for a few seconds, and wanted to ask Chen Boqiao what was the matter, when the doorbell of the room suddenly rang.

Only then did Chen Boqiao speak to him and said, "Open the door."