On February 5 of the new year, Zhang Jue finally took off his blue and white hospital gown and changed back to his usual clothes.
The sun was very good that day, and the temperature at noon was not too low. Zhang Jue and his mother walked through the hospital garden, and the green plants in the air had a pleasant fragrance. They got into the car and set off from the hospital where they had been staying for more than half a month.
Zhang Jue stared in a daze at the bustling street scene of the newly independent country passing by rapidly outside the car window. He let his hair down and covered the gauze on the back of his neck.
Mother was in the next seat, reading a magazine for a while, then suddenly sat up and touched the end of his hair.
"Xiao Jue, how about my mother accompany you to get your hair trimmed?" Mother eagerly showed Zhang Jue a certain side of the magazine, "It's like this."
The male models in the magazines were well-born, with shoulder-length hair, and looked really good.
Before Zhang Jue could answer, the mother said again, "It can be covered with such a long time, and it's more refreshing."
The day Zhang Jue came back from North America, his mother had expressed her opinion on his hairstyle, and it was probably not the first day that she wanted to take him to a stylist.
But Zhang Jue looked at the male model in the magazine, and always felt that with such a length, as long as he turned his head, even if the stitches were removed, the scar would easily be exposed, so he said to his mother, "Next time."
"I want to wait until the scar is gone before I cut it," he explained.
At this time, they happened to pass through the Central Square Park, where Zhang Jue often walked with his mother when he was a child, so he asked the driver to stop here, grabbed his mother's arm, and went in for a walk.
When he walked back to the abstract sculpture in the square, his mother asked him vaguely about his future life.
Zhang Jue understood her mother's concerns very well. In her opinion, after Zhang Jue removed his glands, his life would gradually become completely different from before.
Strange eyes appeared, rumors began to breed, even if Zhang Jue didn't like socializing, he was still a part of the social circle after all.
"I..." Zhang Jue looked at his mother, said a word, and stopped again.
They stood under the pale winter sun, and the mild, cold wind of the New Independent State blew toward them, and the silk scarf tied around their mother's neck fluttered like butterfly wings.
At an inappropriate time, Zhang Jue thought of Chen Boqiao again.
He thought it would be nice if he could really be with Chen Boqiao, but his desire was not strong.
Twenty-eight is not too old, but not too young. Families like Zhang Jue mostly acquiesce that the children’s free and stupid time will end at the same time as school life, and it is difficult to confess to their parents. If it was Zhang Jue in the past, he would try to avoid the topic.
However, Zhang Jue suddenly decided to confess that day. He looked at the tall bronze sculpture and told his mother, "I like an Alpha."
The mother stood by and didn't move. After a while, she asked him, "Are you together?"
Zhang Jue lowered his head, looked at his mother, and felt that her mother was very surprised and cute, so he smiled at his mother: "I don't know, he said to try it with me."
The mother frowned, her expression became a little hesitant to speak, Zhang Jue felt that she wanted to raise some doubts about the word "try", but for some reason, she finally asked "Do I know?"
"Harrison is a beta, right?" she said again, a little bewildered, "I can't remember exactly."
Zhang Jue couldn't help laughing again: "It's not Harrison, it's still acquaintance."
"… "
Mother seemed to have a lot of questions, but after looking at Zhang Jue who was smiling for a few seconds, she lowered her eyes and said, "As you please."
"Don't tell your father yet," she added, "he can't take any chances."
"Okay." The wind in the square became stronger, Zhang Jue wrapped his arms around his mother's shoulders and returned to the car.
In the evening, my father came home.
After the meal, Zhang Fu asked the chef and servants to exit the restaurant, as if they had something to say.
But this time the topic should not be serious, because he finished eating a whole set meal and waited for his wife to finish before saying to Zhang Jue, "I'm going to take your mother to North America next week to participate in the fundraising organized by your aunt Zhu. Dinner."
Zhu Hongru is a wealthy businessman in the newly independent country. He has a close personal relationship with Zhang Jue's father, and his wife is a North American who is keen on charity. Since resigning as the company's executive president, Zhu Hongru has been living with his wife in the North American capital all the year round.
"We didn't stay long, two days and one night. We decided this matter before you came back," my father continued, "but Zhu Dong only told me in the afternoon that Chen Boqiao would also be there."
Zhang Jue was stunned for a while, then slowly looked at his father without speaking.
Father Xu thought he was wondering why Chen Boqiao would attend, so he said, "It's the first time I know that Chen Boqiao's stepmother and Mrs. Zhu are cousins, and they have a good relationship. Chen Boqiao will go to North America next week. The wife asked his stepmother to ask him, and he agreed. I'm not afraid of anything else, just in case—"
He looked at Zhang Jue and stopped, as if it was so rare that he didn't know how to ask Zhang Jue a question. After two seconds, he said, "You and Chen Boqiao have not had any conflicts, right? Does he know that you saved him because you wanted him to unlock the genetic lock?"
"I know," Zhang Jue and his father were chatting about Chen Boqiao, and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, "there is no contradiction."
Father nodded thoughtfully: "Last time I heard you say you live in two rooms, I thought, you should get along fairly well."
"If it were me, I wouldn't worry about letting him live alone," he said again, "You and Chen Boqiao have a relationship of mutual trust, right?"
Zhang Jue and his father looked at each other for two seconds before making a vague "um".
"How did he treat you?" asked the father.
Zhang Jue turned his eyes away and said, "You're very polite."
Father nodded slightly, took a sip from the teacup, and after a while, suddenly opened his mouth and said to Zhang Jue: "The invitation is written to invite my entire family, and the itinerary is also easy. Relax, we can go together."
"I say hello to Mrs. Zhu. If you are tired from the dinner, you can go back to your room early." The mother also said.
Zhang Jue thought about it for a long time, then said yes.
Not long after returning to the room, Chen Boqiao called.
He was very busy these days, and every time he said a few words to Zhang Jue, he was interrupted. Chen Boqiao left and came back for the fifth time. Zhang Jue looked at the ceiling of the room and told Chen Boqiao that he was sleepy and wanted to sleep.
After listening to Zhang Jue, Chen Boqiao was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Go to sleep if you are sleepy."
Zhang Jue said good night very meekly, and Chen Boqiao said again, "Send me a text when you wake up." Zhang Jue agreed, and the two hung up.
Before making the call, Zhang Jue hadn't decided whether to tell Chen Boqiao that he would also go to North America next week.
Although it is rude not to say it, it is very self-assured, and it is definitely not a surprise, it may still be frightened, but if you tell Chen Boqiao that Chen Boqiao wants him not to go, he really won't be able to go.
Zhang Jue turned off the lights, and closed his eyes in some self-avoidance.
At noon a week later, Zhang Jue and his parents landed at the airport in the North American capital and drove straight to the hotel where the banquet was held.
Zhu Hongru and his wife were waiting for them downstairs and accompany them upstairs. Zhu Hongru looks a little older than Zhang Jue's father, and has a very outgoing personality. When he met Zhang Jue, he was very pleasantly surprised. He patted Zhang Jue on the shoulder and said that this time his nephew was admiring his face, and he had not seen him for a long time.
Entering the room of Zhang Jue's parents, Zhu Hongru and Zhang Fu sat on the sofa chatting, while Mrs. Zhu took Zhang Jue and his mother and cared about the marriage and love issues of the younger generation as usual.
"Auntie has a very cute Omega nephew, but he is too picky," she said enthusiastically. "When I saw Xiaojue today, it's not the type he said. He's coming tonight. If Xiaojue doesn't mind, I'll give it to him. It's good to introduce you to each other and be friends."
Zhang Jue's mother stood aside, looking a little embarrassed.
Just when Zhang Jue was about to say no, Zhu Hongru suddenly called his name: "Xiao Jue, I heard from your father last time that Chen Boqiao is your middle school classmate?"
Before Zhang Jue spoke, his mother said, "Yes, but they don't know each other very well."
"It doesn't matter if you are familiar or not, it's just a classmate," Zhu Hongru laughed and winked at Zhang Jue who was standing beside him. "A few people dare to say that they are very familiar with Senior Chen."
In the afternoon, Zhang Jue's parents were afraid that he would be tired and asked him to go back to his room to sleep.
Zhang Jue thought that he would not be able to sleep, but he did not expect to lie down, and drowsiness surged. It was not until 6 o'clock in the evening that he was awakened by a call from his mother.
"Xiaojue, are you here yet?" his mother asked him.
Zhang Jue said that he would be there soon, but hurriedly changed into his formal clothes and went downstairs.
The mother was wearing a dress and was waiting for him by the elevator: "Your father has already passed by."
She held Zhang Jue in her arms, and the two walked to the dinner party together.
The dinner was held in a glass house on the lawn in the back of the hotel. The glass house was decorated inside and out. The bodyguard at the entrance showed the invitation letter. Zhang Jue and his mother walked to Zhang Fu, who was standing near the glass house and was talking to a friend. .
It was getting late, the small lanterns at the dinner party were lit up, and the orchestra was playing music not far away.
Mrs. Zhu took the stage and gave a brief speech, and the fundraising auction began an hour later.
Zhang Jue stood with his parents, his eyes couldn't help looking around, but he didn't see Chen Boqiao. But my father's friend just mentioned it, saying that Chen Boqiao hasn't arrived yet.
After a while, there was a small commotion behind him. Zhang Jue looked back and saw some people gathered around. Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Zhu walked over quickly and knew that Chen Boqiao had arrived.
As before, there are always many people around Chen Boqiao. Zhang Jue and his parents watched without moving, and the ups and downs in his heart were not as big as he imagined.
Chen Boqiao arrived in North America yesterday. Before going to bed, he urged Zhang Jue to send out the hospital's medical examination report. Now standing not far from Zhang Jue, Zhang Jue felt that the phone and the real Chen Boqiao were two different things. different people.
They stood on the soft lawn and smelled the aroma of wine and food. Zhang Jue looked down at the toes of his shoes. A waiter walked by with wine. Zhang Jue asked him for a glass of juice.
When the waiter brought the juice, the people surrounding Chen Boqiao finally dispersed, Mrs. Zhu told him this and led him towards the glass room.
Zhang Jue took another look and finally saw what Chen Boqiao looked like today.
He was wearing a well-fitting formal suit, tall and tall, his hair grew a lot, and he looked like a student when he was a student, and there was a very beautiful female omega standing beside him.
Zhang Jue felt that she looked familiar. She was a head shorter than Chen Boqiao. She put her hand on Chen Boqiao's arm, smiled sweetly, and looked very close to Chen Boqiao.
Chen Boqiao took her, looked at Mrs. Zhu, smiled and nodded, and walked slowly together.
Zhang Jue was stunned, unable to tell what his mood was. He was about to withdraw his eyes, but for some reason, Chen Boqiao suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Jue. The eyes of the two met.
Chen Boqiao stopped and stared at Zhang Jue.
Until the female companion and Mrs. Zhu also followed his eyes and looked at Zhang Jue, shook his arm and asked him a question.
He immediately lowered his head and said something to her. He naturally took his arm out of her hand, took her shoulder, and walked towards Zhang Jue with her without looking sideways.
Zhang Jue felt that his father turned to look at him, and before he could speak, Chen Boqiao had already walked up to him.
When Chen Boqiao stopped, he was a little too close to Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue felt that he was over a reasonable distance, so he took a step back.
Chen Boqiao probably noticed it and raised his chin, but didn't say anything. He first greeted Zhang Jue's father and his father's friends, shook hands, then turned to Zhang Jue, lowered his eyes slightly, and reached out to Zhang Jue.
"Long time no see," he said.
Zhang Jue didn't speak, and stretched out his hand. Before he could raise it high enough, Chen Boqiao moved forward a little and gave him a short but firm shake.
His eyes kept looking at Zhang Jue, but he didn't show any extra meaning. After releasing his hand, he suddenly introduced his female companions to the few in front of him, "Mrs. Zhu's daughter, my legal relative. ."