Sunset Boulevard

Chapter 48

Father's study room is not the best place to be alone, so Zhang Jue took Chen Boqiao back to his bedroom.

Zhang Jue's bedroom is very large, on the westernmost side of the third floor.

During dinner in the evening, the servant came in to clean it once, and closed the curtains on both sides of the wall, revealing the night garden view outside the window.There was a tall cypress tree growing close to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The gardener cut the branches neatly, and landscape lights were placed at the forks of the main branches under the cypress tree, making the room dizzy.

A simple big bed is placed in the center of the room against the west wall. The bedding is all gray. On the other side of the room are simple sofas, a coffee table and a low cabinet. On the low cabinet is the kitten that Zhang Jue found in the trunk. doll.

Chen Boqiao saw it as soon as he entered the door, turned around and smiled at Zhang Jue: "I thought you wouldn't find out."

Zhang Jue watched Chen Boqiao walk to the low cabinet, picked up the doll, and said, "I didn't see it at first."

Chen Boqiao faced Zhang Jue sideways, lowered his head, as if he was checking whether the doll was intact. His five fingers holding the doll were very slender, and there was strength from the back of the fingers to the joints.

"And it was crushed when it was taken out." Zhang Jue told him.

"Well," Chen Boqiao sat down, lightly touched the shiny plastic nose tip of the doll with his thumb, and then looked up at Zhang Jue, "The suitcase is too full, there is no other place to put it."

Zhang Jue thought of how the doll was crushed in a mess when it slid out of the interlayer, so he gently reminded Chen Boqiao: "Actually, you don't have to put it when it's full."

"Of course you can," Chen Boqiao pointedly said, "but some people like to think wildly."

Some people's hints were not accepted, but they were not unhappy. Standing by the door, they stared at Chen Boqiao from a distance. Without holding back, they pursed their lips and bent their eyes unobtrusively.Chen Boqiao raised his chin to Zhang Jue, and said a word he had said many times.

"come over."

Zhang Jue walked up to him, he hugged Zhang Jue gently, let Zhang Jue sit on his lap, put his arm around Zhang Jue, raised his face slightly, looked at Zhang Jue for a few seconds, and said in a low voice Said: "It can't be crushed, but it will collapse after a while."

"I thought at the time," he looked at Zhang Jue quietly, and said, "Zhang Jue finally mustered up the courage to choose a gift, if he had to hide it himself, wouldn't it be too pitiful."

Chen Boqiao's hand on Zhang Jue's waist was gently clasped inward, and Zhang Jue lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Chen Boqiao inserted his five fingers into Zhang Jue's fingers, and rubbed the back of Zhang Jue's hand with his fingertips, along the veins of the blood vessels, as if wrapping Zhang Jue's entire hand with care.

Zhang Jue's lips were pecked and kissed by Chen Boqiao, making them moist and crystal clear, and his heartbeat seemed to be fast and slow at times.Suddenly, the collar of the sweater wrapping the back of his neck was pulled away a little, and Chen Boqiao's hand around his back touched his wound at some point, as if following the lines of the scar that had just scabbed off, from the top to the top. Touch down.

Zhang Jue's wound is completely healed, but it's not yet time for scar removal.The winding scar was five centimeters long, and there were small stitches. Zhang Jue couldn't see it himself, but judging from his mother's reaction, he knew it should be scary. There was no other word to describe it except ugly.

Chen Boqiao hadn't touched Zhang Jue's wound for a long time, he just touched it from top to bottom, then put down his hand, kissed Zhang Jue's chin lightly, and said, "It's a little shorter than I thought."

Zhang Jue moved slightly away from Chen Boqiao, looked at him, opened his mouth, and said, "I've made an appointment with a plastic surgeon."

Observing Chen Boqiao's expression, Zhang Jue told him again: "He said it can be lightened, but it will take a while."

Chen Boqiao looked into Zhang Jue's eyes, and after a while, he said, "If you mind, remove it."

The room became quiet. Chen Boqiao poked into Zhang Jue's sweater, put his hand on Zhang Jue's flat belly, and touched it gently. Chen Boqiao's hand was not delicate, but it was very hot. He lowered his eyes, He looked very serious, as if he was feeling the new life he accidentally brought to Zhang Jue that hadn't really grown up yet.

It's also like remembering the night in North America, recalling how they lay together.

"Zhang Jue." He called Zhang Jue's name again, and Zhang Jue gave a "hmm" and looked into Chen Boqiao's eyes.

Chen Boqiao suddenly asked a question that caught Zhang Jue off guard: "I refused to implant the gland, didn't you?"

The answer to the question is of course yes, but Zhang Jue said "no".

Chen Boqiao didn't seem to believe it.

"You..." Chen Boqiao slightly moved his eyes away, and asked Zhang Jue, "How did you confess your love to me?"

Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, and Chen Boqiao said again: "Where did you say that?"

Zhang Jue knew that Chen Boqiao must have forgotten, so he was not very sad. He thought for a while, and told Chen Boqiao truthfully: "In the locker room of the rowing team."

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, his expression didn't change much.He probably didn't expect that someone would confess his love in the locker room. After all, most people would still choose a more romantic occasion, but he didn't laugh at it. It was only after a while that he asked again: "Is it just the two of us?"

"I thought it was," Zhang Jue told him, "but Pei Shu is also there, so I didn't see him."

Chen Boqiao smiled and said, "No wonder he knows."

"What did you say?" he asked again.

"I said—" Zhang Jue softly called Chen Boqiao's name.

First roll the tip of your tongue against the palate to pronounce, then use your lips to touch together to pronounce, and finally touch your teeth lightly, open your mouth to pronounce, and then say: "I like you."

"I like you." Zhang Jue said seriously, he almost forgot all the tension at that time, but he still remembered what he said.

"Would you like to try it out with me?"

When he was 17 years old, he thought of many kinds of sentence patterns for confession. He searched for example sentences on the Internet and in library books, and secretly calculated the success rate in his heart. He took a piece of paper full of sentences and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Finally, I chose a very simple sentence.

Every time Zhang Jue likes the mirror theory, Zhang Jue has indescribable shyness. It is the kind of shyness that Harrison and Ai Jiaxi would not believe that this is Zhang Jue.Even Zhang Jue didn't know that he had such a side.

But Chen Boqiao is indeed the only name in Zhang Jue's boring and hopeful life, the only name that can be thought of or read out will make his heart beat.Even if they are so familiar now, chatting, hugging, kissing, making love, Zhang Jue confesses his love again, his cheeks will still be hot from Chen Boqiao's gaze.

Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, breathing calmly.His pheromone breath wrapped Zhang Jue tightly, and the hand on Zhang Jue's lower abdomen moved slightly.

"Yes." Chen Boqiao said, "Me too", and "I like you too".

After a while, Chen Boqiao asked, "How old were you then?"

"Seventeen."

The window of Zhang Jue's room was opened a very thin slit, the sound of the car's engine came from downstairs, the headlights flickered by, and the shadow of the cypress circled a big circle in the room.

It should be Zhang Jue's father who has returned home.But Chen Boqiao and Zhang Jue tacitly acted as if they didn't see it, and didn't mention it.

Chen Boqiao smiled and said, "If we were together then, you wouldn't be here now."

He picked up Zhang Jue horizontally, walked to the bed, and pressed him on the bed.

Before making out on the bed for too long, Chen Boqiao let go of Zhang Jue. He pressed Zhang Jue's ear and said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning".

Zhang Jue sent him downstairs, but there was no one in the living room. Zhang Jue opened the door and watched him get into the car, watching the car drive out of the iron gate of the house, and the red taillights disappeared into the night fog.

On the way to the house, his father stopped him in the corridor on the second floor.

My father still had the chill of an early spring night, standing under the orange lamp with his back straight, my mother stood not far behind my father, put on a silk nightgown, her hair loose.

His father said to Zhang Jue: "Chen Poqiao is okay." He then sent Zhang Jue to the Asian Union, where he took good care of his health and had regular check-ups. When the wedding date was set, he and Zhang Jue's mother would go there as soon as possible.