The porridge was already cold, but Zhang Jue still finished drinking, and Chen Boqiao sat on the side without saying a word.
When Zhang Jue put down the bowl, Chen Boqiao said, "I'll serve it again for you."
Zhang Jue looked at the empty bowl and had no appetite, so he shook his head and said, "I can't drink any more."
"One bowl is not enough," Chen Boqiao's attitude became very good. He looked at Zhang Jue gently and picked up the porridge bowl, "You have slept all day."
However, Zhang Jue didn't want to eat, and after pushing him again, Chen Boqiao stopped forcing him, just said "I'll cook it when you want to eat it", then cleaned up the rest of the tableware on the table and brought it to the kitchen washed.
The sound of water in the kitchen stopped and stopped. From Zhang Jue's point of view, he could see Chen Boqiao's back and slightly moving elbows. He didn't expect Chen Boqiao to be able to wash dishes at first, but after thinking that Chen Boqiao has been in the army for so long, there is probably nothing he can't do.
Zhang Jue watched for a while, remembering that when he went back to the safe house yesterday, he said that he would not smoke in the future, but he was in a very bad mood, so he got up and rummaged in the house for a long time, and finally found the cigarette and matches from the bottom of the luggage bag. Go to the balcony to smoke.
When he walked to the balcony, Chen Boqiao just finished washing the dishes and came out. Zhang Jue saw Chen Boqiao stop and look at him in the corner of his light, but Chen Boqiao didn't call him, so he pretended not to know, hurriedly opened the glass door of the balcony, and closed it gently again.
The balcony of the safe house is not big and very simple. Only a layer of rough gray cement is painted on the outside of the bricks. The height of the outer edge is a little above Zhang Jue's waist. Standing from the balcony, you can see a large area of Bangkok buildings.
Zhang Jue checked the weather yesterday. It was cloudy and rainy today. He stood on the balcony and stood still for a few seconds. Sure enough, there were very fine threads of rain floating on his face.
The air was humid and sultry, and the blue-gray sky mist mixed with rain covered the scattered buildings and temples in the distance.
Zhang Jue lit the cigarette with a match, took a breath, put out the match, let the tar and nicotine circulate into his lungs, and stared at the city in the rain in a daze.
He slept for nine hours, but he didn't sleep well. He kept having dreams without specific pictures. After waking up, he was also in low spirits. Countless things flashed through his mind, and those things eventually pointed to one People, point to Chen Boqiao.
But he kissed when he was very awake just now. He was drenched in the rain, exhaled a puff of smoke, and thought slowly that he should be satisfied.
Zhang Jue finished smoking a whole cigarette, put out the cigarette butt on the lime platform on the balcony, and arranged it next to the match that had just been burned. But very loyal to desire, the tip of his thumb pushed open the lid of the cigarette case and took out another cigarette.
This time, Zhang Jue only took two puffs.
Because the door behind him was opened, Zhang Jue turned back subconsciously, saw Chen Boqiao, and immediately put out the cigarette and hid behind him.
Chen Boqiao held the door frame with his hand, lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Jue for a while with no expression on his face, and said, "Didn't you say no?"
Zhang Jue did not speak. The rain seemed to be a little heavier, Zhang Jue felt that his hair and clothes were damp, but Chen Boqiao was blocked and Zhang Jue could not go back to the house.
"Take out your hand," Chen Boqiao said to Zhang Jue, "spread it out."
He said the order, but his tone and expression were not strong, but rather dull.
Zhang Jue honestly raised his left hand and spread it out to Chen Boqiao, with a box of matches in his palm.
"Right hand." Chen Boqiao said.
Zhang Jue just spread out his right hand, and there was half a cigarette in his palm.
"I won't smoke this pack after I finish it." Zhang Jue explained in vain.
Chen Boqiao took a step and walked onto the balcony. The originally narrow space became more crowded. Zhang Jue gave way to the side, and Chen Boqiao stood very close to Zhang Jue. He looked down at Zhang Jue's eyes and asked Zhang Jue, "Have I made you feel bad?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized naturally, saying his apology so sincerely, as if there was no one more sincere than him in the whole of Bangkok.
Without getting an answer, Chen Boqiao said again, "Not next time."
Zhang Jue put all the matches and cigarettes in his hands on the lime table, and then said, "No, it has nothing to do with you."
Chen Boqiao didn't say anything, and he couldn't tell if he believed Zhang Jue's words.
He lowered his head and saw the half-pack of cigarettes Zhang Jue had placed on the lime board. He picked it up and weighed it. He opened the box and also took one. Xue Zhang Jue held it between his index and middle fingers, and asked without looking up: " Smoking is so interesting?"
Zhang Jue wanted to remove the cigarette from Chen Boqiao's fingers, because he felt that Chen Boqiao actually hated it, but it was too abrupt, so he just shook his head and told Chen Boqiao, "It's not very interesting."
"Then why do you like it so much?" Chen Boqiao looked up at Zhang Jue and asked.
Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao's hand and said dully: "If you have something to do, you will not think too much."
"I'll try it too," Chen Boqiao said to Zhang Jue, holding a cigarette to his lips, "give me one."
Zhang Jue touched the matchbox with his hands and shrank back.
"Chen Boqiao." Zhang Jue called him.
This should be the first time Zhang Jue did not follow Chen Boqiao's wishes, but he didn't want Chen Boqiao to regret it, so he still persuaded: "If you don't want to do it, don't do it."
Chen Boqiao watched Zhang Jue for a long time, and returned the cigarette in his hand to Zhang Jue, Zhang Jue took it, and Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue to smoke it for him.
"You don't like the smell of cigarettes." Zhang Jue looked at the cigarette paper that had been beaten by the rain, and whispered.
Chen Boqiao didn't say a word, he struck a match, Zhang Jue had no choice but to lean over to borrow the fire. He lowered his head and took a breath, and he and Chen Boqiao were separated by a curl of smoke.
One was Colonel Chen, a tall, handsome, and straight-looking Asian Union officer, and the other was Zhang Jue, who was in poor health and had bad habits.
Colonel Chen was looming in the rain and smoke, and Zhang Jue seemed to have some weird courage inspired by nicotine or smoke. He called Chen Boqiao's name, and Chen Boqiao responded patiently as usual. He raised his head, looked into Chen Boqiao's eyes, and asked, "What kind of person do you like?"
Chen Boqiao didn't evade Zhang Jue's eyes, he thought about it and replied, "I haven't thought about it yet." He asked Zhang Jue again, "What do you think?"
For questions that even the parties can't answer, ask Zhang Jue Zhang Jue where to know. However, Zhang Jue also described in his mind the person who stood with Chen Boqiao to receive blessings, and said vaguely: "It should be excellent, if I want to be with you, I can be worthy of you."
"Really?" Chen Boqiao smiled, he turned his head and looked into the distance. Zhang Jue followed his line of sight into the distance, looking at the horizon formed by the gray buildings and the cloudy sky, and the rain clouds of different shades above.
Chen Boqiao put his hands on the lime board on the balcony and teased Zhang Jue: "How do you know so well?"
The two were silent for a while, and Chen Boqiao said again, "I really don't know, I don't have time to think about it."
Zhang Jue turned to look at Chen Boqiao's profile, half of the cigarette in his hand was burned, and he didn't take a breath. The real Chen Boqiao standing beside Zhang Jue is more perfect than Zhang Jue who has seen all the photos.
Like a flawless, gentle wax figure.
Maybe it was because he felt that he would never have the opportunity to chat so close to Chen Boqiao Station again, or maybe he just wanted to strike up a conversation with Chen Boqiao, Zhang Jue tried very hard to delay the conversation: "What do you think now? "
Chen Boqiao glanced at Zhang Jue with a smile, and asked jokingly, "What do you want to do?"
His eyes seemed to say, if he said what kind of person he was, Zhang Jue was going to make it exactly the same according to this standard.
Zhang Jue immediately clarified: "I didn't mean that."
"Well," Chen Boqiao stretched out his hand with a half-smiling smile, took away the cigarette in Zhang Jue's hand and extinguished it, and said, "Zhang Jue, the cigarette is about to burn."
Zhang Jue's face was a little hot, but he couldn't take his eyes off Chen Boqiao's face. And Chen Boqiao always seems to be amused by such a decision, he said: "I don't mean that either."
Zhang Jue hesitated to say something bad, and Chen Boqiao asked him again: "So, how do you think you are worthy of me, and how can you count as being with me."
Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao, thought for a few seconds, and said, "I want to be as perfect as you are."
Chen Boqiao smiled again, nodded slightly, and asked Zhang Jue, "What else?"
Zhang Jue continued: "Smart and good-looking Omega."
"You'll like him a lot."
"Have a lot of appointments with him."
He spoke in fits and starts, with no logic at all. Chen Boqiao seemed willing to continue listening, so Zhang Jue said whatever came to his mind.
Zhang Jue found that he said these words, and his heart was not very painful, but he couldn't stop once he said it, as if he wanted to pour all the thoughts he had in his head to Chen Boqiao. I used to feel uncomfortable when I thought about it, but now I talk about it, but I feel calm.
Of course, he also wanted to be such a person himself. He wanted to enter Chen Boqiao's mate selection range. How could he not want to? He thought about it like crazy, but there was no way.
"Zhang Jue." Chen Boqiao's hand shook in front of Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue realized that he was distracted.
"You have higher demands on me than my parents." Chen Boqiao said.
He got closer to Zhang Jue, leaned down slightly, and pressed Zhang Jue's shoulder.
Zhang Jue's shoulders sank, watching Chen Boqiao approach him, and when he was about to get there, Zhang Jue closed his eyes, but Chen Boqiao just touched his forehead lightly.
But in the second Zhang Jue closed his eyes, he really thought that Chen Boqiao would kiss him.
Zhang Jue opened his eyes, Chen Boqiao's face moved back a little, but his hand was still on Zhang Jue's shoulder.
"Come with me to see the Erawan Buddha tomorrow," Chen Boqiao said. "There are a few days left before boarding the boat. Let's walk around Bangkok."