Chen Boqiao's hair color is the same as Zhang Jue's, both are pure black, but the length is much shorter than Zhang Jue's, and the quality of his hair is thicker than Zhang Jue's; there are almost no scars on his face, only on the side of his right ear, there is a hairline. Small, shrapnel-like wounds.
If Chen Boqiao was well-dressed, no one would have thought that he had so many scars on his body.
They were lying on the bed, Zhang Jue curled up facing Chen Boqiao.
Perhaps thinking that the room was too dark, Chen Boqiao turned on his side and turned on the bedside lamp. Zhang Jue raised his eyes and saw the burn on Chen Boqiao's back.
When he was helping Chen Boqiao to get the locator, Zhang Jue had seen it too, but he didn't have time to look carefully at that time. He just touched it lightly, and was politely stopped by Chen Boqiao.
The bedside lamp was dim, illuminating the palm-sized burns horribly. Zhang Jue reached out to touch it, and felt Chen Boqiao tensed reflexively, and then relaxed quickly.
Chen Boqiao was silent, breathing quietly. His back has a clear line and a strong sense of strength. In the dim light, it looks like a recruiting poster. The slightly raised muscles symbolize the battlefield, and the scars are medals.
When Zhang Jue's fingertips stagnated for a few moments, he moved down the edge of the wound and tapped the small piece of skin that was not so pretty and flat. Chen Boqiao was silent, not resisting Zhang Jue's touch, Zhang Jue touched it for a while, then approached uncontrollably, pressed his cheeks and pressed his lips.
The burned skin was as warm as the rest of Chen Boqiao's parts, but it was uneven, wrinkled like the soles of a newborn's feet, and the color was different from the surrounding skin, not so uniform.
Zhang Jue didn't feel scared or disgusted, but after watching it for a long time, he felt a little sad. For some reason, he felt more uncomfortable when he kissed Chen Boqiao's burn scar than when Chen Boqiao refused his kiss.
He couldn't help but ask Chen Boqiao, "It hurts."
After asking, I felt that I had said another nonsense that would lead to a cold scene.
Fortunately, Chen Boqiao didn't mind. Chen Boqiao paused and replied calmly, "Forget it."
"It's been a long time," he added. "It should be fine."
Zhang Jue let go of Chen Boqiao and moved his lips slightly. Chen Boqiao sat up, turned his head, looked down at Zhang Jue who was lying down, and asked Zhang Jue, "Why, do you feel bad for me?"
Zhang Jue and him looked at each other for a few seconds before making a "hmm" sound. Chen Boqiao held Zhang Jue's hand on the quilt and said coaxingly, "Forgetting means it doesn't hurt."
Chen Boqiao's palm was hot and rougher than Zhang Jue's. He held Zhang Jue's hand and did not let go.
Zhang Jue also wanted to sit up, but was pushed down by Chen Boqiao.
"Isn't it backache," Chen Boqiao said, "lie down."
Zhang Jue's face was hot, the backache was something he just said when he couldn't take it anymore, and he said it very lightly. He thought that Chen Boqiao didn't hear it, because Chen Boqiao didn't care whether his back was sore or not.
Chen Boqiao turned his back to him and remained motionless, wondering if he was thinking about something or was in a daze.
Zhang Jue watched for a while, and then asked a question that he hadn't understood for a long time: "Why did you join the army?"
Because when he was in school, Chen Boqiao seemed to have nothing to do with the army. Everyone thought that Chen Boqiao would go to business school step by step, inherit his father's business, and become a successful businessman.
Chen Boqiao looked down at Zhang Jue and said in a low voice, "I can't remember."
He said that he couldn't remember, but Zhang Jue knew that he didn't want to say it, so he didn't ask any more questions, and echoed: "It's been many years."
But after a short period of time, Chen Boqiao spoke again, and he suddenly told Zhang Jue: "My grandfather was a soldier. But he passed away very early."
Chen Boqiao sat up straight, raised his head, and looked at the white wall. Zhang Jue could only see half of his profile, but he couldn't see his expression clearly.
After he finished speaking, after a long pause, Zhang Jue waited quietly until he spoke again.
"I accompanied my mother to recuperate in Europe since I was a child," Chen Boqiao said in a low voice, "she was in poor health and did not go out. Every day in the study, I wiped my grandfather's military medals and counted his achievements. So I was very tired of being at home at the time. Prefer to be at school."
"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao asked abruptly, "How old were you when you went to school in Roche?"
Zhang Jue was stunned for a while, and replied, "Ten years old, admitted to the school in the fourth grade."
The hand Chen Boqiao and him were shaking suddenly moved.
"Ten years old." Chen Boqiao repeated thoughtfully.
Zhang Jue didn't know why Chen Boqiao repeated his age at school, so he asked Chen Boqiao, "What's wrong?"
Chen Boqiao shook his head and leaned his back.
Zhang Jue felt the mattress under him shake slightly, and saw Chen Boqiao lay down again.
The dim light made Chen Boqiao's facial features look more profound. He turned his face and looked at Zhang Jue. His lips were slightly thinner, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes were bright and focused.
Chen Boqiao was too close, his expression was too ambiguous, but he didn't seem to be planning to do anything, which made Zhang Jue panic and dry mouth.
"Zhang Jue." He called Zhang Jue's name.
"Huh?" Zhang Jue knew that he looked stupid, but he couldn't control it well.
"Have you heard the rumors that my parents are in a bad relationship?" Chen Boqiao said.
Zhang Jue did hear something, so he nodded hesitantly. Anyone who knows a little about Chen Boqiao should know that not long after Chen Boqiao was born, Chen Zhaoyan sent his wife and Chen Boqiao to Europe, and they did not see each other a few times a year.
"It's really not that good." Chen Boqiao said.
He lowered his eyes, played with Zhang Jue's hand, and recounted the private affairs of his family without emotion: "As soon as we meet, there is a quarrel."
Having said this, Chen Boqiao suddenly smiled, he raised his hand, touched Zhang Jue's face, and said, "The reason why I joined the army will disappoint you."
"Because..." He looked at a place not far away with no focus, as if recalling, "I spend a lot more time with my mother than with my father.
"I was nineteen when my mother left, fresh out of Roche.
"I saw the recruitment advertisement of the Asian League, and I didn't want to go. But when I mentioned it to my father, he was very opposed to it.
"—So I went back to the Asian Union to take the military academy."
He asked Zhang Jue, "Is it stupid?"
"But after enlisting," he added, "I didn't regret it."
Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao, slowly blinked a few times, and commented: "It's a bit rebellious."
Chen Boqiao laughed again and said, "Zhang Jue, you really can't speak."
But Zhang Jue knew that Chen Boqiao was not angry.
Zhang Jue looked at him for a long time, and then asked without thinking, "Chen Boqiao, does Pei Shu know about this?"
Chen Boqiao glanced at Zhang Jue, grabbed Zhang Jue's hand tightly, and pulled Zhang Jue into his arms.
His palms seemed to have a thin layer of sweat, and they were no longer so dry. Pressing Zhang Jue's ear, he said fiercely, "Does Pei Shu know what's your business?"
Zhang Jue listened to his question, but he didn't know what to say.
But not long after, Chen Boqiao said in Zhang Jue's ear, "Of course I don't know."
"I told him what to do with this," he said.
His arm was across Zhang Jue's chest, and Zhang Jue hugged him.
After a moment of silence, Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue, "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
"Familiarize yourself with the route to the pier where the cruise ship will stop," Zhang Jue said, "Do you want to go together?"
"No," Chen Boqiao said, "I'll stay in the safe house."
Zhang Jue had a vague guess that Chen Boqiao would contact Pei Shu tomorrow to discuss things that he was inconvenient to listen to. Since Pei Shu and Chen Boqiao got in touch, everything went very smoothly. It seemed that arriving in North America and the New Independent State had become a very simple matter. And Zhang Jue's plan was irrelevant.
Zhang never knew the exact time now, looking at the color between the curtains, it should be night. Before I knew it, another day passed in Bangkok, and it seemed that I had done a lot of things, but not a single thing.
Zhang Jue didn't even check any news from the Asian League, and didn't know the search trend of Chen Boqiao. He simply made an appointment with Chen Boqiao.
Chen Boqiao moved his hand, and put it on Zhang Jue's waist across the quilt. Looking at Zhang Jue's eyes, Zhang Jue went over to kiss him knowingly.
After a brief and lingering kiss, Zhang Jue was still very unsteady, so he hesitated to confirm with Chen Boqiao: "If you have any changes, let me know."
Chen Boqiao said "Okay", then pressed him down, propping up the quilt in a small space with his back.
Zhang Jue put his hand on Chen Boqiao's shoulder. He and Chen Boqiao are not too different in height, but their body shape and skin color are very different. Chen Boqiao's legs are intertwined with his, and the heat is not blocked. onto his skin.
"Zhang Jue." Chen Boqiao called his name.
Zhang Jue looked up at Chen Boqiao, Chen Boqiao touched the corners of his eyes, his cheeks, and slid his fingers to his chin, and then lightly brushed his hair scattered on the pillow, and then said, "I promise you, I will do it all. arrive."
"Give me a little more time," he said.
Zhang Jue wasn't quite sure what time Chen Boqiao was referring to.
But time is precisely what Zhang Jue has the most, and Zhang Jue is very patient. How long to wait and how slim the hope is, Zhang Jue can say yes without hesitation.