Sunset Boulevard

Chapter 10

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After leaving the club, Zhang Jue was a little absent-minded.

Chen Boqiao should also be able to see it, so he offered to drive the car. Zhang Jue agreed, handed the key to Chen Boqiao, and got into the co-pilot himself.

Leaving Club Street, Chen Boqiao did not go in the direction of the safe house. He turned on the navigation and drove to the city center.

"It's still early," Chen Boqiao said. "Let's look at Bangkok." He put on the old sunglasses again, turned on the radio and played songs. The two were like ordinary travelers who rented a car, wandering aimlessly in Bangkok. .

When driving to a fork in the road, Zhang Jue remembered the situation when he came last time, and said to Chen Boqiao: "Don't follow the navigation, there is a road ahead, this car can't pass, turn right."

Chen Boqiao turned right and asked Zhang Jue, "Do you come to Bangkok often?"

Zhang Jue said, "I come here often in the past few years."

The year before and last year, he came many times. Harrison introduced him to a clinic, and he came to see a doctor, but he suffered a lot, but the disease was still not successfully cured.

"To see him?" Chen Boqiao asked, "or come to see the adult show?"

Zhang Jue glanced at Chen Boqiao and said, "I don't watch adult shows."

"Really," Chen Boqiao smiled and said, "I think you've seen a lot of games with such skill in tipping."

Zhang Jue always felt that Chen Boqiao seemed to have something in his words, but because Zhang Jue was not good at communication, he couldn't figure out any way after thinking about it, so he had to reiterate honestly: "I haven't watched it. I asked Harrison a few times. I'm afraid Harrison will drive me away if I don't tip, so I can only give a little every time."

"Then you came to Bangkok just to see him?" Chen Boqiao then asked.

Zhang Jue found out that Chen Boqiao didn't want to go out of Harrison's topic today, so he replied, "Not all of them." Without waiting for Chen Boqiao to ask questions, he added: "I came to the site last month and drove around Bangkok. Three days later, I met with Zongla. I drove on the road just now when I was pedaling, and halfway through, I realized that I couldn't get past it. At that time, I had to go backwards, and I also crushed a bicycle on the side of the road. Lost money."

Chen Boqiao was silent, and after a while, he said, "What shall we do in the next eight days?"

"Would you like to see the full adult show?" Chen Boqiao asked again.

Zhang Jue silently looked at Chen Boqiao who was dedicated to driving for a moment, then reluctantly compromised: "If you really want to see it, I can buy you a ticket."

Chen Boqiao glanced at Zhang Jue's expression, and suddenly smiled, as if he was pleased by Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue silently looked at Chen Boqiao's happy expression, unable to get angry if he wanted to live. When Chen Boqiao stopped laughing, Zhang Jue racked his brains to name a few spots around Bangkok that he had been to before, and asked Chen Boqiao if he was interested.

"Let's go back and see," Chen Boqiao said, "Eat first."

The navigation re-planned the route. Chen Boqiao drove into the downtown business district, called out the nearby restaurants from the map, and asked Zhang Jue, "What would you like to eat?"

Zhang Jue is the kind of person who tastes the same in everything he eats. He felt that he must not choose well, so he said, "It's up to you to choose."

Chen Boqiao picked one at random, Zhang Jue said yes, and they went to the restaurant.

When he saw the restaurant's sign in the distance, Chen Boqiao suddenly said, "I used to go out to eat with people, it seems that I paid the bill."

Zhang Jue tilted his head to look at Chen Boqiao, but did not speak.

"If I still have a chance to go back to the Asian Union, I can invite you to Zhaohua to dine on the top floor of the building in the capital of the Union," Chen Boqiao said, "or do you want to go back to Europe to see your alma mater? I can accompany you there. "

The sun was about to go down, and the shadows of the buildings on the street were sometimes in front of them, sometimes covering them.

Chen Boqiao casually said what Zhang Jue dreamed of, and when he arrived at Zhang Jue casually, he felt that he was being polite to himself.

"Could it be that you don't want to be with me?" Chen Boqiao couldn't hear Zhang Jue's answer, so he continued to say lightly and happily. He parked the car on the street where the restaurant was, leaned back, backed into the parking space, turned off the fire, and pulled out the car key, but didn't get out.

He turned to Zhang Jue, took off his sunglasses, and stared at Zhang Jue intently, the setting sun covered his dark brown pupils with an orange-gold halo.

As if he was really going to date Zhang Jue, Chen Boqiao confirmed to Zhang Jue again: "Zhang Jue, Asian Union or Europe?"

"If you don't say it, then I'll pick it up again," he said with a smile. "What I pick is not necessarily what you want."

Zhang Jue's head turned bizarrely slow. He couldn't take his eyes off Chen Boqiao's face. He had no bright ideas, and no high-quality answers. He could only look at Chen Boqiao dumbly: "You pick."

"Okay," Chen Boqiao said, "I'll go wherever I choose."

He got out of the car, went around the front of the car, and opened the door for Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue felt like an underachiever who got a chance to be tutored by a top student for a day.

Zhang Jue followed Chen Boqiao into the restaurant. There happened to be a double seat vacant, and the waiter led them to their seats.

Chen Boqiao looked at the menu for a while and chose a set menu. After Zhang Jue ordered an identical one, he couldn't stand the warm recommendation of the waiter and ordered a bottle of the restaurant's signature white wine. The two of them ate while talking nonchalantly.

Most of the time, Chen Boqiao, a top student, was in charge of asking questions, while Zhang Jue, a poor student, gave poor answers.

Chen Boqiao had a very pleasant dinner that day.

After enlisting in the army, Chen Boqiao's life changed completely. Except for meeting with the Omega arranged for him by his stepmother during vacation, he hardly ever ate on such occasions.

One is that Chen Boqiao does not pursue the taste of food, and the other is that he has been fighting in the wilderness for a long time and does not like places that are too stable and would make him relax his vigilance.

Compared with the perfunctory social behavior with the blind date in the high-end restaurant, eating with Zhang Jue, who has become more sluggish after drinking, is much more fun.

Chen Boqiao doesn't drink alcohol, but he smells the aroma of the wine and knows that the entrance must be sweet.

Zhang Jue probably didn't look at the alcohol level on the bottle, the dishes didn't move much, and he drank the wine glass by glass. Chen Boqiao's eyes gradually became confused as he watched Zhang Jue, but Chen Boqiao was not a kind person, so he didn't stop him.

After drinking a whole bottle of wine, Zhang Jue began to think for a long time before he could say a word. He opened and closed his lips a few times, as if he was talking, but there was no sound at all.

Chen Boqiao wanted to know how drunk Zhang Jue was. After thinking about it, he lied to Zhang Jue and said, "Zhang Jue, we're done eating, we're going to meet again, let's shake hands."

Zhang Jue let out an "ah", repeating Chen Boqiao's words "Goodbye", then he stretched out his hand honestly, grabbed Chen Boqiao's across the table, and slowly shook it up and down. Zhang Jue's hands were very soft, his palms were hot, and his eyes were almost out of focus.

"Going home," Zhang Jue said, looking ahead with bewildered eyes, "Oh, okay. Okay."

Then he stood up, even remembered to pay the bill from the waiter who handed it over, and walked out slowly.

Zhang Jue didn't move, just slowly. Chen Boqiao followed behind and observed for a while, and found that Zhang Jue had no intention of looking for their car, so he quickly stepped forward, pulled Zhang Jue's arm, and pushed Zhang Jue into the car.

Chen Boqiao turned on the navigation in the car and drove to the safe house. Zhang Jue didn't sleep, he kept his eyes open, looked out of the car, and gave instructions from time to time. Chen Boqiao didn't go as Zhang Jue said, and Zhang Jue was still angry.

Halfway through the drive, Zhang Jue forgot what he was angry with again. He opened his hands, muttered something in his mouth, and fumbled up and down in the car to find something. Chen Boqiao listened carefully for a while before he heard Zhang Jue saying, "Medicine."

He said, "Where is the medicine." After a few seconds, he repeated: "Where is the medicine."

At first, Chen Boqiao didn't know what medicine Zhang Jue was looking for. He felt that it was not a solution for Zhang Jue to be entangled in the medicine, so he casually took the sundries bag placed behind the gear lever and stuffed it into the car. Zhang Jue was in his arms and told Zhang Jue, "The medicine is here, take it first, and then take it when you get home."

Zhang Jue hugged the grocery bag, like a treasure. "I found it." Zhang Jue said, opened the bag, and fumbled for a while, and took out a metal mechanical pencil.

"I found it." Zhang Jue said happily again, he took the pen and slowly rubbed the inside of his elbow with the tip of the pen.

When Chen Boqiao saw Zhang Jue's action from the corner of his eye, he was shocked. He slammed on the brake and tried to grab Zhang Jue's pen, but it was too late.

Zhang Jue plunged the steel head of the mechanical pencil into the flesh on the inside of his arm and let the steel head stop in his arm for a few seconds.

"It hurts." Zhang Jue said bitterly.

He didn't notice that Chen Boqiao took his pen, and ignored Chen Boqiao shaking his shoulder and calling his name. He just frowned, looked straight ahead, and kept touching his wound with his fingers, the blood on the wound. The beads were scattered by him, and most of his arms were covered with red bloodstains.

After a while, Zhang Jue stopped talking about the pain and lay on his back on the chair whimpering.

Probably because the alcohol was on top, his cheeks were hot, and he raised his hand again, as if he wanted to cover his cheek with his blood-stained hand to cool down.

Chen Boqiao quickly clasped his wrist, preventing the disaster from spreading.

Zhang Jue's wound was still bleeding. Chen Boqiao saw a convenience store not far ahead, afraid that Zhang Jue would make himself worse if he was alone, so he used the rope in the storage box to tie Zhang Jue's hand. Tied up, and then went to the convenience store to buy sterilized things.

When Chen Boqiao returned to the car, Zhang Jue was almost asleep.

Zhang Jue lay on his side with his waist hunched, his eyes half-open and half-closed, Ku Daqiu frowned deeply, and his bound hands struggled slightly. He was tall and thin, and his appearance had nothing to do with cuteness, but Chen Boqiao felt that Zhang Jue's actions and expressions didn't look weird, stupid, or unlovable.

Chen Boqiao loosened the rope a little and took apart the iodine stick to disinfect Zhang Jue.

When the cotton swab touched Zhang Jue's skin, Zhang Jue flinched, but did not resist, and gently let Chen Boqiao clean his wound.

Chen Boqiao helped him put on a band-aid, wiped the blood on Zhang Jue's hands and arms with a wet wipe, and untied the rope that tied Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue's eyes widened, staring at Chen Boqiao. Chen Boqiao did not drive, and looked at him patiently. After a long while, Zhang Jue said, "Chen Boqiao."

Then Zhang Jue didn't do anything, didn't say anything, he just stared at Chen Boqiao from a distance of half a meter. After watching for a while, Zhang Jue slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Chen Boqiao suddenly found himself doing a lot of redundant and incorrect things these days.

He should keep a distance from Zhang Jue, just like everyone who has shown his goodwill to him.

But it was too late, he missed the best opportunity to correct.