Father's study was not the best place to be alone, so Zhang Jue took Chen Boqiao back to his bedroom.
Zhang Jue's bedroom is very large, on the far west side of the third floor.
During the evening meal, the servants came in to clean once, and closed the curtains on both sides of the wall to reveal the night garden outside the window. A tall cypress tree grows against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The gardener trims the branches neatly. A landscape lamp is placed at the fork of the main branch below the cypress tree, which brightens the room a little.
A simple big bed was placed in the center of the room by the west wall. The bedding was all gray. On the other side of the room were a simple sofa, a coffee table, and a low cabinet. On the low cabinet was the cat that Zhang Jue found in the mezzanine of the suitcase. doll.
Chen Boqiao saw it as soon as he entered the door, turned around and smiled at Zhang Jue: "I thought you wouldn't find out."
Zhang Jue watched Chen Boqiao walk to the low cabinet, picked up the doll, and said, "I didn't see it at first."
Chen Boqiao faced Zhang Jue and lowered his head, as if he was checking whether the doll was intact.
"And it was squashed when I took it out." Zhang Jue told him.
"Well," Chen Boqiao sat down, touched the tip of the doll's shiny plastic nose with his thumb, and looked up at Zhang Jue again, "The suitcase is too full, there is nowhere else to put it."
Zhang Jue thought of how the doll was crushed when it slipped out of the mezzanine, and reminded Chen Boqiao politely: "Actually, you can leave it when it's full."
"Yes, of course," Chen Boqiao pointedly, "but some people like to think wildly."
Some people's hints were not accepted, but they were not unhappy. They stood by the door and looked at Chen Boqiao from a distance. They did not hold back, pursed their lips, and bent their eyes indistinctly. Chen Boqiao raised his chin to Zhang Jue and said a word he had said many times.
"come over."
Zhang Jue walked up to him, he hugged Zhang Jue's waist lightly and not too hard, let Zhang Jue sit on his lap, put one hand around Zhang Jue, raised his face slightly, looked at Zhang Jue for a few seconds, and whispered. Said: "It can't be crushed, but it will be shattered after being flattened for a while."
"I thought at the time," he said quietly, looking at Zhang Jue, "Zhang Jue finally mustered up the courage to pick a gift. If he had to hide it himself, wouldn't it be too pitiful."
Chen Boqiao's hand on Zhang Jue's waist was gently buckled inward, and Zhang Jue lowered his head and closed his eyes.
Chen Boqiao's five fingers were inserted between Zhang Jue's fingers, and the pulp of his fingers rubbed the back of Zhang Jue's hand, along the veins of the blood vessels, as if wrapping Zhang Jue's entire hand preciously.
Zhang Jue's lips were wet and crystal clear from Chen Boqiao's kiss, and his heartbeat seemed to be sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Suddenly, the collar of the sweater wrapping the back of his neck was pulled open, and Chen Boqiao's hand around his back caught his wound at some point, as if following the lines of the scar that had just fallen off, from the top. Touch down.
Zhang Jue's wound was completely healed, but it wasn't time for scar removal surgery. The meandering scar was five centimeters long, and there were small needle points for stitching. Zhang Jue couldn't see it himself, but looking at his mother's reaction, he knew that it should be scary. There is no other word to describe it except ugly.
Chen Boqiao didn't touch Zhang Jue's wound for a long time, he just touched it from top to bottom, then put his hand down, then kissed Zhang Jue's chin lightly, and said, "It's shorter than I thought."
Zhang Jue slightly left Chen Boqiao, looked at him, opened his mouth, and said, "I have an appointment with a plastic surgeon."
Observing Chen Boqiao's expression, Zhang Jue told him again: "He said it can be diluted, but it will take a while."
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue's eyes, and after a while, he said, "If you mind, remove it."
The room became quiet. Chen Boqiao reached into Zhang Jue's sweater, put his hand on Zhang Jue's flat abdomen, and touched it gently. Chen Boqiao's hand was not delicate, but it was hot. He lowered his eyes, She looked very serious, like she was feeling the new life that she accidentally brought to Zhang Jue that had not yet really grown up.
It's also like recalling that night in North America, recalling how they lay together.
"Zhang Jue." He called Zhang Jue's name again, and Zhang Jue said "um" and looked into Chen Boqiao's eyes.
Chen Boqiao suddenly asked a question that caught Zhang Jue off guard: "You were implanted in glands because I refused, right?"
The answer to the question is of course yes, but Zhang Jue said "no".
Chen Boqiao didn't seem to believe it.
"You..." Chen Boqiao shifted his eyes slightly and asked Zhang Jue, "How did you confess to me?"
Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, and Chen Boqiao said again, "Where did you say that?"
Zhang Jue knew that Chen Boqiao must have forgotten, so he was not very sad. He thought about it for a while and told Chen Boqiao truthfully: "In the locker room of the rowing team."
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue, his expression did not change much. He probably didn't expect that there would be a confession in the dressing room. After all, most people still choose more romantic occasions, but he didn't laugh at Zhang Jue, only after a while, he asked again, "Is it just the two of us?"
"I thought it was," Zhang Jue told him, "but Pei Shu was there, I didn't see him."
Chen Boqiao smiled and said, "No wonder he knows."
"What did you say?" he asked again.
"I said—" Zhang Jue called Chen Boqiao's name softly.
First roll up the tip of the tongue against the roof of the mouth to pronounce, then use the lips to touch together to pronounce, and finally touch the teeth lightly, open the mouth to pronounce, and then say: "I like you."
"I like you." Zhang Jue said seriously, he almost forgot all the nervousness at the time, but he still remembered what he said.
"Would you like to try it with me?"
When he was seventeen, he thought about many, many sentence patterns for confession. He looked for example sentences on the Internet and books in the library, and secretly calculated the success rate in his heart. He took a piece of paper full of sentences and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. , and finally picked a very simple sentence.
Every time he liked the Mirror Theory, Zhang Jue had an indescribable shyness, the kind of shyness that Harrison and Ai Jiaxi wouldn't believe it was Zhang Jue. Even Zhang Jue himself didn't know that he had such a side.
But Chen Boqiao is indeed the only name in Zhang Jue's boring life that he can think of or read and feel heartbroken. Even if they are so familiar now, chatting, hugging, kissing, and having sex, Zhang Jue confessed again, but his cheeks would still be hot because of Chen Boqiao's gaze.
Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue and breathed calmly. His pheromone breath wrapped Zhang Jue tightly, and the hand on Zhang Jue's lower abdomen moved lightly.
"Yes." Chen Boqiao said, "Me too" and "I like you too".
After a while, Chen Boqiao asked, "How old were you then?"
"Seventeen."
The window of Zhang Jue's room was opened with a thin slit, the sound of the car's engine came from downstairs, the lights of the car flashed by, and the shadow of the cypress tree circled the room in a large circle.
Zhang Jue's father should have returned home. However, Chen Boqiao and Zhang Jue tacitly assumed that they had not seen it and did not mention it.
Chen Boqiao smiled and said, "If you were together back then, you wouldn't be here now."
He hugged Zhang Jue horizontally, walked to the bed, and pressed him into the bed.
After not making out on the bed for too long, Chen Boqiao released Zhang Jue. He pressed Zhang Jue's ear and said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
Zhang Jue escorted him downstairs. There was no one in the living room. Zhang Jue opened the door and watched him get into the car. He watched the car drive out of the iron gate of the house. The red taillights disappeared into the fog at night.
On the way to the house, his father stopped him in the corridor on the second floor.
The father still had the chill of an early spring night, standing under the orange light with his back straight, and the mother standing not far behind him, put on a silk nightgown, and her hair was loose.
His father said to Zhang Jue, "Chen Boqiao is alright." Then Zhang Jue was sent to the Asian League to take good care of his body and have regular checkups. The marriage date was set, and he and Zhang Jue's mother would come as soon as possible.