Zhang Jue heard some very small voices, and the person beside him was no longer there, so he opened his eyes.
He saw unlit crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, and saw the sharp corners of the European-style ceiling.
Then he sat up.
There was a little sunlight behind the heavy curtains in the living room, and the circular floor lamp under the cabinet on the left turned on. He looked to the left again and saw the man who had changed into a new suit and was facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror with a tie. .
Before Zhang Jue spoke, Chen Boqiao's eyes shifted. "Awake?" he asked Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue made a "hmm", and Chen Boqiao turned his gaze back to the floor-to-ceiling mirror to confirm that he was dressed neatly, then turned and walked towards Zhang Jue.
He walked slowly to the bedside, looked down at Zhang Jue, paused slightly, leaned down, and kissed Zhang Jue's forehead lightly.
The warm lips stayed on Zhang Jue's forehead for three seconds, then moved away.
At this time, the grandfather clock struck at an untimely time, and Zhang Jue was a little surprised, thinking that it was nine o'clock, and Chen Boqiao should leave.
But Chen Boqiao didn't move, as if he didn't hear the bell, he put his hands on Zhang Jue's bare shoulders, separated by a distance of three or five centimeters, stared at Zhang Jue, his slightly rough thumb gently rubbed Zhang Jue's skin .
The dark room and the well-dressed silent lover, the air of love that has not completely dissipated, is like Yan Er's newly married.
Perhaps it was because he slept in his arms all night, and Chen Boqiao seemed to have the pheromone smell of Zhang Jue mixed with it, plus the light cologne aroma that was not the same as yesterday, and Chen Boqiao's own taste, showing some secrets. ambiguous.
"Sleep a little longer," Chen Boqiao said. "Tell me when you get home at night."
Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao's face, nodded, and Chen Boqiao stood up straight, said goodbye to him in a low voice, went back to the floor mirror, picked up a suitcase that was delivered at an unknown time, and walked towards the entrance.
Sitting on the bed, he could not see the door. Zhang Jue hugged the quilt and listened carefully. He heard the sound of Chen Boqiao's leather sole walking on the marble surface. After a few seconds, he heard a very light "click". "Voice.
Zhang Jue was stunned for a while, then lifted the quilt and walked to the entrance. Chen Boqiao was really gone.
He raised his hand hesitantly and touched the door handle that Chen Boqiao had pressed, remembering that when he answered the phone to open the door last night, Chen Boqiao put his hand on the doorbell with a smile in his eyes, and opened his palm again, Hold the door, but don't press it down.
After all, no one was waiting outside the door.
Less than ten minutes after Chen Boqiao left, Zhang Jue's mother called him.
"Xiaojue," his mother asked him, "if you get up, would you like to go to brunch with us later."
She said that there is Mr. Zhu's family, and another family, just wear casual clothes, just simply eat and chat in the hotel garden restaurant.
Zhang Jue promised to see his mother downstairs in half an hour. After he washed up, he walked to the dressing room, opened his suitcase, and changed into his casual clothes, when he suddenly remembered something: this is the suitcase he took when he returned to North America from the Independent Kingdom of Thailand. The shield box for the gun and knife is also placed in the mezzanine.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jue squatted down again and found the hidden button of the mezzanine.
He couldn't tell what he wanted to do, but he just opened the first hidden button.
The concealed buckle popped open, as if it was pressing on something very thick, and there was a great outward force, pushing it away, making a "bang" sound.
Zhang was taken aback and felt a little strange, because the thickness of the shielding box was the same as that of the interlayer, so the interlayer would not be topped like this, and there seemed to be something else in the interlayer. He opened another hidden button, and the mezzanine immediately slanted open and raised a corner.
There was something squishy that slid out of the corner edge of the mezzanine.
Zhang Jue stared at the crumpled silk bag for a few seconds, then raised his hand to grab it, pulled off the ribbon, and took out a gift that had been well placed in the closet of the Safe House in the Independent Kingdom of Thailand.
The doll cat he gave to Chen Boqiao.
The hard interlayer is too narrow, the cat's ears are squashed, and I don't know what kind of violent person would put the doll cat in the special interlayer of the suitcase together with the gun and knife.
Zhang Jue rubbed the cat doll's fur, grabbed one ear of the doll, and lifted it up, trying to fluff the ears again, but found that there was a sticky note stuck on the doll's furry belly. The paper was not too wrinkled, but it was no longer flat. The ink marks on the note looked like it had been written for a while. The writing was simple, "Handle it with care, remember to return it to me", signed Chen Boqiao.
Zhang determined to think that Chen Boqiao himself didn't take it lightly at all, and even stuffed the doll in such a place, and really didn't cherish it.
But he sat in the dressing room for a long time, trying to make Chen Boqiao's doll look better, until his mother called and asked him why he didn't go down.
When Zhang Jue and his parents arrived at the Garden Restaurant, the rest of the people were already sitting in their seats and waiting for them.
The sun was shining brightly on this day, and the flowers in the restaurant were pleasant. Ms. Zhu, dressed in everyday clothes and light makeup, greeted Zhang Jue with a smile.
Another family present was a middle-aged couple whom Zhang Jue met last night. The husband, Li Xiu, was a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Finance, his father's friend, and his wife and mother had a good relationship.
After being seated, the elders chatted about current affairs at will. Zhang Jue sat next to Miss Zhu, feeling a little tired and not in good spirits, so he drank water and listened to them quietly.
If you want to talk about current affairs, you will inevitably talk about the Asian Union and Chen Boqiao. Zhang Jue could see that his father was reluctant to participate in this topic, but he also saw that his father should not have spoken to his mother.
Because Mrs. Li said that Chen Boqiao was educated and had a good memory, and when she took an old classmate to take a photo together, her mother didn't show an unhappy expression, and nodded in agreement.
Miss Zhu, who has a lively personality, also said: "It seems that it is true that the private life of Chen Daxiao is simple. When he entered the venue, he held hands with me, and then he stayed at least two steps away from me throughout the whole process."
Zhang Jue thought it was a little funny, but his father's eyes glanced at him, and he lowered his head.
After returning to the newly independent country, my father became busier than before for some reason, but he never mentioned his work at home, and Zhang Jue didn't know what he was doing.
The same is true for Chen Boqiao. The time when he and Zhang Jue talk on the phone has changed. It is often five or six in the morning in the Asian Union time zone. In the afternoon of the newly independent country, it seems that only when you get up in the morning can you have a little private time. , but no matter how many times, there have been interruptions.
Fifty days after the operation was completed, Zhang Jue returned to the hospital for a re-examination. His mother accompanied him, and was still received by Dr. He.
He first took off the gauze for Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue asked his mother to take a picture of the scar on the back of his neck.
Mother held Zhang Jue's cell phone and stood for a long time, unwilling to take a picture. Zhang Jue touched it with her fingers and saw a long, meandering scar. She didn't feel much dissatisfaction in her heart. She just wanted to make an appointment with a plastic surgeon. , and then withdrew his hand again.
The review process was similar to that before the hospitalization. Zhang Jue's body has not changed much recently, and his mood is relatively relaxed. Dr. He took him to the ultrasound room again, and this time Zhang Jue's mother also came in, standing outside the curtain and waiting.
Zhang Jue, just like last time, took off his trousers, lay down on the bed, and quietly waited for Doctor He to apply the gel to his lower abdomen, spread it evenly with the probe, and pressed down.
When it came to the lower abdomen, Dr. He stopped again.
After a few seconds, he let go of his hand, and the image on the screen disappeared. He glanced at Zhang Jue with no expression on his face, just a little pale.
Then, holding the probe again, he continued to turn his head to look at the screen.
The cold probe slowly rolled over Zhang Jue's lower abdomen and turned. Dr. He stared at the screen and didn't speak for a long time.
"Isn't it okay?" Mother asked softly across the curtain.
Zhang Jue's heart sank minute by minute over time.
"Doctor He?" He heard his dry voice.
Dr. He finally took his eyes off the screen. He glanced at the curtain that was blocking Zhang Jue's mother, and told Zhang Jue in a soft voice that couldn't be softer: "There is a gestational sac in the reproductive cavity."