The wind blew from the balcony, and wet hair stuck to Zhang Jue's pale cheeks. The shirt Chen Boqiao helped him carry was very thin, and it was half-drenched in the rain.
Zhang Jue looked cold, and his rosy lips turned pale. But bad weather and physical discomfort were not enough to prompt him to say the words "want to enter the room" before Chen Boqiao opened his mouth.
He should still want to say something to Chen Boqiao, but he is too shy, he has not found a topic yet, and is thinking hard.
Chen Boqiao didn't mind standing and waiting for Zhang Jue to come up with the topic. He even wanted to hear about the results of Zhang Jue's efforts, but he didn't sleep last night, and it was raining again today. He was afraid that Zhang Jue would have a fever, so he He opened the door and said to Zhang Jue, "Let's talk about it after entering the room." Zhang Jue nodded, followed behind him, and walked into the room.
After entering the room, Chen Boqiao turned off the air conditioner, went to the bathroom to get a towel, and asked Zhang Jue to wipe his wet face.
At this time, the electronic clock on the coffee table just made a beep, and it was six o'clock.
Zhang Jue took the towel, but didn't wipe it. He looked up at Chen Boqiao and asked, "Are you hungry, have you only eaten porridge during the day?"
Chen Boqiao said yes, Zhang Jue put down the towel and stood up: "I'll go out and buy it."
"I didn't expect to live for a long time, and I didn't put anything to eat." He went to the cabinet by the entrance and took the car keys. He turned around and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Chen Boqiao said it was casual, and Zhang Jue's expression became a little distressed, but he didn't ask more and went out.
The bedroom door was open, and the ambiguous smell of pheromones wafted throughout the room. When Zhang Jue went to the supermarket, Chen Boqiao cleaned the bedroom and opened the window to get some ventilation. He opened the curtains and turned around. Chen Boqiao saw Zhang Jue standing outside the bedroom with two large shopping bags.
"You changed the sheets," Zhang Jue said blankly, "actually, I'll be fine." Then he added, "Let's eat."
He first put the two warmed meals in one of the bags on the table, and carried the other bag to the kitchen. Zhang Jue bought a lot of frozen food, opened the door of the refrigerator, and wanted to put it in. Chen Boqiao also went into the kitchen and handed him one by one.
The bag gradually emptied, and there was only a small rectangular cardboard box at the bottom. Chen Boqiao picked it out and saw that it was a box of condoms, packed with three. As soon as Zhang Jue closed the refrigerator door, he turned his head and saw Chen Boqiao holding the box, so he also came over.
Chen Boqiao looked down at Zhang Jue. Seeing that Zhang Jue's face changed suddenly after seeing the name of the product, he found it interesting, so he added fuel to the fire and asked Zhang Jue: "Did you buy it?" He also added: "This time I bought the size. right?"
Zhang Jue stammered, "No."
"I was in the supermarket just now, and the volunteers gave it to me." He reached out to get it.
Chen Boqiao gave him the box, and he raised his head to explain, "I was carrying the bag and couldn't see it clearly."
"Well." Chen Boqiao smiled.
However, Zhang Jue didn't seem to think about what to do with the box, so he opened a drawer and stuffed it in.
After dinner, Zhang Jue said that he was sleeping on the sofa, but Chen Boqiao refused to let him, but went to get a quilt, and covered it with Zhang Jue, lying on both sides of the bed.
Zhang Jue was afraid that Chen Boqiao would be bored, so he played a movie on the projector, but he fell asleep after watching it for only 20 minutes.
Chen Boqiao took the pillow out of his back, hugged him and put him in a lying position. He didn't wake up, his eyes were closed, his shoulders and one arm were exposed, his white and slender arm was bent and pressed against the quilt. . Chen Boqiao glanced at it, but didn't touch it.
The next morning, Zhang Jue and Chen Boqiao woke up around the same time. After washing up, he changed clothes for Chen Boqiao and drove Chen Boqiao to the Erawan Shrine.
Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue if he had been there. Zhang Jue said that he had been there once many years ago, but he just bowed and forgot to make a wish.
Chen Boqiao laughed: "I've never heard of anyone who can forget to make a wish."
Zhang Jue drove the car attentively, not angry because of Chen Boqiao's ridicule: "At that time, I finished my prayers, and I didn't have a good wish. There were many people, so I had to leave."
Chen Boqiao laughed for a while, Zhang Jue was a little embarrassed, he asked Chen Boqiao: "The Asian Union and the Independent State of Thailand are so close, haven't you been here before."
"I've been to the Independent State of Thailand," Chen Boqiao told him, "but not Bangkok."
The car was parked not far from the four-sided Buddha statue, and the two walked along the road.
Incense was in full bloom around the glittering Buddha statues, the crowds of pilgrims huddled together, and the dancers in the pavilion danced non-stop dance of votive.
Although Zhang Jue forgot to make a wish last time, he was still a reliable tour guide. He brought Chen Boqiao to buy a scented candle at the incense cabinet, leaned against Chen Boqiao and taught him how to worship in a low voice. He also bought a piece of incense himself, and he was much more devout than Chen Boqiao. I wonder if he made a wish this time.
Chen Boqiao had no wish, and basically just accompanied Zhang Jue to worship.
There is a place selling amulets near the Erawan Buddha. Zhang Jue said he wanted to take a look, and Chen Boqiao went with him.
There are many styles of amulets on the booth. Chen Boqiao has never seen them before. He looked at them a few more times, and when he turned to look for Zhang Jue, he saw Zhang Jue standing more than ten meters away, with his back to him, as if he was Who to talk to.
Chen Boqiao took a few steps closer, and heard a slightly delicate voice saying in unskilled English: "It's all invited by the Monk King Temple, the best amulet."
"Really?" Zhang Jue lowered his head and talked to the other party, his voice lowered, sounding very gentle, "What do you have?"
Chen Boqiao approached quietly, not letting Zhang Jue, who was concentrating on talking to the hawker selling amulets, notice him.
The hawker raised his face to Zhang Jue, and Chen Boqiao saw his appearance clearly.
A very small Omega, wearing the native clothes of the Independent Kingdom of Thailand, with slightly dark skin, clear eyebrows, and a combination of facial features, it is quite familiar. The hawker opened the pocket on his waist, showed Zhang Jue what was in the pocket, and introduced: "These guarantee promotions, these guarantee money, these guarantee love, and these guarantee health. Now, there are very few good amulets. Mine are all fine."
There is no need to look closely, Chen Boqiao also knows that his pockets are full of shoddy things to deceive tourists, and Zhang Jue must also know. And Zhang Jue stood there patiently, simply because the other party had a face that was two or three points similar to Ai Jiaxi.
The Omega hawker probably thought that Zhang Jue was a good customer to talk to, and got closer to Zhang Jue, his eyes widened, and he boasted to Zhang Jue, saying how familiar he was with the masters of Sangwang Temple, the best amulet, will come to him.
Chen Boqiao looked at them, and suddenly, the hawker looked at him, and Zhang Jue turned his head.
"Sir, your phone seems to be ringing," said the vendor.
Only then did Chen Boqiao hear the incoming call tone from the mobile phone in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was Pei Shu's phone number. Chen Boqiao didn't answer immediately, he looked at Zhang Jue and asked, "What are you doing?"
"..." Zhang Jue said unsurely, "Look at the amulet."
Chen Boqiao and Zhang Jue looked at each other, smiled gently, and said to Zhang Jue, "Don't buy it."
Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the hawker again. Chen Boqiao watched Zhang Jue bow his head, hurriedly declined the hawker's promotion, and walked quickly to his side.
Chen Boqiao picked up the phone, and Pei Shu came up and asked, "Is Zhang Jue by your side?"
"Yeah." Chen Boqiao didn't look at Zhang Jue, raised his hand and put a hand on Zhang Jue's shoulder, and asked Zhang Jue to walk with him along the street selling amulets.
The hawker who looks like Ai Jiaxi is still behind, he and Zhang are determined to know it well, and they have not picked it up.
"It's inconvenient to speak?" Pei Shu asked again, with some caution in his words.
"Wait." Chen Boqiao stopped and turned to Zhang Jue, "Have you bought the amulet?"
Zhang Jue shook his head: "I haven't read it yet."
"You buy it first, I'll take a call."
Zhang Jue said yes, turned around and picked it up. Chen Boqiao walked a little further and asked Pei Shu, "What's the matter?"
"It's not too important," Pei Shu suddenly became hesitant, "Didn't you ask me about the hospital before?" He paused for a few seconds before continuing: "Although I am an investor, I should not spy on it. Client privacy. But just in case, I asked my assistant to check it secretly. Do you know that Zhang Jue was treated in this hospital?"
Chen Boqiao gave Pei Shu a definite answer, and Pei Shu added: "He came to do four courses of treatment. The average person only needs to do one or two, and Zhang is definitely not normal. And... "
"Zhang Jue is relatively slow," Chen Boqiao interrupted Pei Shu slightly, he felt that he was not speaking for Zhang Jue, but just stating a fact, "Reaction is slower than others, and his personality is stubborn, but it is not abnormal. ."
Pei Shuna paused for a while before saying, "You don't understand the situation."
"The pain of the closed treatment is very strong. There are many people who press the emergency button halfway through the treatment. Even if the treatment effect is not achieved, no one will come to do it four times. It has nothing to do with the slow response, he is not normal, I don't need to lie. you."
Chen Boqiao heard it, there was something in Pei Shu's words, and some things were hidden.
"Bo Qiao," Pei Shu said bitterly, "you don't want to have anything to do with Zhang Jue in the second half of your life. Just like Zhang Jue, which one your stepmother introduced to you doesn't give him a few hundred streets. Listen to an experienced person. Persuade, he is pestering you today, if you don't kick him away, tomorrow will be even more entangled, and it will be too late to kick him any more."
Chen Boqiao lowered his head, looked at the gap between the bricks on the sidewalk, thought for a while, and said to Pei Shu, "He doesn't bother people."
Before waiting for Pei Shu to answer, Chen Boqiao added: "It's you who gave the patient four courses of treatment, but the effect has not been achieved yet. Should the director reflect on the medical level of the hospital?"
"... Reflect on yourself," Pei Shu was very angry, "Do you know what he's here for?"
Chen Boqiao didn't speak, and Pei Shu sneered softly.
Then Chen Boqiao heard Pei Shu's voice reading the paper medical records, and there was not much emotional fluctuation between Pei Shu's words, he told Chen Boqiao: "Zhang Jue came to the hospital twenty-eight times, and has completed four courses of treatment. More than 200 memory segments are closed, from the age of ten to twenty-seven, and each segment has the name Chen Boqiao."
Chen Boqiao hung up the phone, looked back, didn't see Zhang Jue, went to the amulet shop where Zhang Jue had stayed, and was hurriedly walking out of the side alley when he met Zhang Jue.
Seeing Chen Boqiao, Zhang Jue's eyes seemed to light up, he walked to Chen Boqiao and asked, "Is the fight over?"
Zhang Jue wore a black long-sleeved shirt, and after coming out of the Erawan Buddha, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin wrists, and carried a paper bag with an amulet in his hand.
He is close to Chen Boqiao, but always keeps some distance. The aroma of pheromones on his body is very light, and the bitter apricot taste is filled with a faint sweetness, which reminds Chen Boqiao of Zhang Jue to give him oral sex near the sacred four-sided Buddha statue. It looks so hard to swallow and so comfortable to wear.
He remembered that at the street corner facing the hospital gate, Zhang Jue answered Ai Jiaxi's question with no expression on his face and said, "It's useless."
Chen Boqiao wanted to know where Zhang Jue's more than 200 memory segments related to him came from, and why he liked him, why it was so dispensable while making him extremely painful.
In order to completely remove Chen Boqiao from his memory, he came for treatment. Although it was unsuccessful, he had done four courses of treatment and 28 high-pain treatments, and his spirit was extremely commendable.
And why Zhang Jue couldn't get in the way as Pei Shu said, and only dared to say "I don't dare".
"Going for lunch?" Zhang Jue asked.
Chen Boqiao nodded, and they walked into the car.
Zhang Jue was still driving for lunch. Chen Boqiao picked a restaurant at random. Zhang Jue sat down and adjusted the navigation. He leaned over slightly. Chen Boqiao saw a small thing in his shirt pocket.
"I still bought the amulet." Chen Boqiao opened his mouth and narrated flatly.
Zhang Jue looked up at Chen Boqiao and looked a little embarrassed: "Well..."
He didn't explain much, and Chen Boqiao didn't ask any further, just pointed to Zhang Jue's pocket: "Show me."
Zhang Jue took it out to him. Chen Boqiao weighed it, and sure enough, it was shoddy.
"What's this for?" Chen Boqiao asked.
Zhang Jue didn't look into Chen Boqiao's eyes and said, "Healthy."
"Zhang Jue, this is the God of Love." Chen Boqiao pierced through Zhang Jue, and couldn't help but laugh at him.
Zhang Jue is like this, no matter how many treatments you do, you still have to buy Eros.
"For those of the opposite sex," Chen Boqiao said again, "who do you want to ask for?"
Zhang Jue didn't say a word, and Chen Boqiao grabbed Zhang Jue's hand that was still adjusting the navigation.
He put the amulet back in Zhang Jue's jacket pocket, Zhang Jue raised his eyes and looked at him.
"I picked it at random." Zhang Jue said that Chen Boqiao couldn't bear to watch it because of his poor acting skills.
"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao called him.
Zhang Jue gave a "hmm" and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen Boqiao said to him, "I'll try it with you."