At six in the morning, they set off from the safe house for Laem Chabang Port.
Chen Boqiao took the initiative to pick up the suitcase and went downstairs with Zhang Jue.
When he walked downstairs to the flat ground, Zhang Jue looked back.
Chen Boqiao was standing on the half-stairs and walking down the stairs, carrying a large suitcase horizontally, as easily as carrying a briefcase. Zhang Jue dressed him a bit sloppy, with a big beard, wearing a shirt and trousers that could cover the scars all over his body, and wearing an electronic watch on his wrist, which at first glance matched the temperament of the interior of the cruise ship. Seeing Zhang Jue looking back, he smiled at Zhang Jue naturally.
He walked down, and seeing that Zhang Jue still didn't move, he walked to the car and opened the rear door.
The sky above the low squatter houses and masonry buildings is still a dim light gray in the west, but the orange-yellow morning glow is already rising in the east, like a few oil paints smeared on an ink painting.
Chen Boqiao stood under the oil paint. He was tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. He bent over and put the suitcase in the back seat. With a push of his hand, he closed the door neatly, and called Zhang Jue, "Don't be in a daze, come here." Then got into the passenger seat.
Zhang Jue walked over slowly, got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and put in forward gear.
For the first half hour, they were all listening to the morning news and barely talking.
The cool breeze swept in through the narrow gap of the car window, and the car smelled of fresh Bangkok, and they drove southeast along the narrow road, into the morning light and tropical trees.
From the accident on the cargo ship to the time they boarded the cruise, they spent eight days in Bangkok full of nights and dreams. It looked like they had been together for eight years, and it was as short as eight minutes. Zhang Jue's muscles have not yet formed the memory of the best angle for holding hands with Chen Boqiao, but his head seems to be hiding a camera, taking every frame of Chen Boqiao clearly.
The one who said "I'll try it with you", the one who took the four-sided Buddha incense candle that Zhang Jue bought, the one who stood in front of the doll wall with great interest, the one who hugged Zhang Jue and had sex in the bathroom, and the one who opened up in the evening wind because Zhang Jue was too nervous. Chen Boqiao, a handsome young man with ease and ease, sat in the driver's seat because he didn't have a good car.
The sky was turning white, and the morning news was coming to an end.
The weather in Bangkok will continue to be sunny to cloudy. The 13th-level typhoon landed on the big island and turned to the north of the Asian continent, and the independent country of Thailand survived. Chen Boqiao of the Asian League has not been arrested and brought to justice. Thank you for listening to this morning news. Goodbye.
After the end music of the show. They turned into a larger road.
In the long journey that followed, there was something that embarrassed Zhang Jue.
The large rental signs along the road were almost all advertisements of the hospital where Zhang Jue had been treated. The name of the hospital is the same as before, but there is a prefix of a certain group of Asian Union countries.
When Zhang Jue came to familiarize himself with the route the day before yesterday, he took a lap around the best route. The other roads were also full of billboards of this hospital.
But the embarrassment only belongs to Zhang Jue. Even if Chen Boqiao asked, he probably wouldn't question him seriously. After all, he was polite and not too curious.
Zhang Jue drove forward in silence. Chen Boqiao first adjusted the back of his chair and leaned back to rest, but after a while, Chen Boqiao suddenly sat up a little and seemed to start looking at the billboard outside.
Zhang Jue noticed, and began to feel uneasy.
When driving on a high bridge, Chen Boqiao suddenly said, "The hospital on the billboard looks familiar." Zhang Jue didn't know what to say, and Chen Boqiao asked again, "Have you been to that hospital?"
Zhang's determination to jump slightly accelerated, but he was still calm: "Well."
"What does this hospital do for treatment?" Chen Boqiao lay down again, and his voice came from behind Zhang Jue, neither light nor heavy.
Chen Boqiao's tone made Zhang Jue feel that he just saw the advertisement and chatted casually. Zhang was determined to drop a bit and said simply: "It is a psychiatric hospital, mainly doing a patented physical therapy."
Chen Boqiao paused for two seconds and commented: "The concept is very new."
He read the words on the billboard: "Forget the pain and return to life." Then he smiled and called Zhang Jue's name: "Zhang Jue?"
Zhang Jue replied, "What's wrong?" Chen Boqiao asked, "What pain did you forget?"
Chen Boqiao said with a smile, as if he was just asking a question jokingly, and his tone was also very gentle, which made Zhang Jue feel safe and let go of his guard.
"It's about surgery," Zhang Jue clenched the steering wheel and looked ahead, "Glandular surgery."
Chen Boqiao gave a "um" and said calmly: "It's better to forget about these things." Then he suddenly remembered and said, "But is it useless?"
"Yes," Zhang Jue remembered what he said to Ai Jiaxi, and perhaps Chen Boqiao also remembered it, so he admitted, "It's useless."
"Oh," Chen Boqiao paused and asked, "How many times have you come to do it?"
Zhang Jue turned around according to the navigation, quickly measured the number of times he should say, and then told Chen Boqiao: "One course of treatment for half a year, seven times."
Zhang Jue heard the sound of the seat moving, Chen Boqiao straightened the back of the seat, and sat side by side with Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue could see Chen Boqiao from the corner of his eye. Although the car he drove was big, the distance between the seats was not too far.
Chen Boqiao turned his head to the side, looked at Zhang Jue, reached out and touched the back of Zhang Jue's hand that was pressing the gear lever, and pinched Zhang Jue's wrist.
"Seven times in half a year, are you tired?" Chen Boqiao said.
Chen Boqiao's hands were not delicate, the cocoon holding the gun rubbed against Zhang Jue's skin, he didn't exert any force, and rubbed it very lightly.
Zhang Jue's voice became lower, and he said in a low and fast voice, "It's okay, I'm fine."
Chen Boqiao still clasped him and touched his fingertips, Zhang Jue released the gear lever and let Chen Boqiao stroke his palm.
It was bright, just like the day they drove from town to Bangkok, the sun was high and the wind was hot.
Chen Boqiao closed the car window and turned on the air conditioner.
He didn't ask Zhang Jue if it hurt like Ai Jiaxi did, so he started the next topic, which made Zhang Jue feel a little more relaxed. Chen Boqiao said that the unlocking of the gene lock is more complicated. After talking about some procedures, Zhang Jue listened to half of it and missed half of it. In the end, he heard what Chen Boqiao said clearly, and Chen Boqiao said, "I may not be able to drive for you in the short term, but I will do it as soon as possible."
Sometimes what Chen Boqiao said was too subtle, and he needed to think about it before he could understand it, but Zhang Jue understood it immediately this time.
Zhang Jue felt that the sun after sunrise was too dazzling, and the road to Laem Chabang Port was too far, so he asked Chen Boqiao to wear sunglasses.
Chen Boqiao looked at him from the side, and said, "You are too old for this." After speaking, he held the edge of the sunglasses with his hand, and pressed Zhang Jue inward. Chen Boqiao's fingers stroked Zhang Jue's cheek, and the warm finger pulp stayed on Zhang Jue's chin and lip line.
Zhang Jue not only felt that Chen Boqiao was petting a fairly obedient cat, but also felt that it might not be the case.
Chen Boqiao withdrew his hand soon after, and he said to Zhang Jue, "I'll tell you the plan after getting on the boat."
Zhang Jue nodded and drove forward sullenly, saying goodbye to Bangkok like saying goodbye to Chen Boqiao, rationally knowing that it was sooner or later, but his emotions were still ugly and he didn't want to let go.
As the port drew nearer, he could hear the whistle of the ship. He drove into the parking lot and got out of the car with Chen Boqiao.
Before entering the boarding hall, Chen Boqiao put his suitcase on the ground, grabbed his hand, took off his sunglasses, and kissed him.
Chen Boqiao held Zhang Jue's chin, so even if Zhang Jue wanted to hide, he couldn't dodge it.
The kiss was soothing and lasted for a long time.
Chen Boqiao left him a little, as if he wanted to say something. This was the first time Zhang Jue saw Chen Boqiao appear hesitant.
After a few seconds, Chen Boqiao said to Zhang Jue, "Don't be upset."
Zhang Jue nodded, Chen Boqiao said no more, picked up the box again, and walked into the hall with Zhang Jue.