Chapter 28
The sound of cars on the distant street was both near and distant. The old light bulb in the security room had a bad electrical connection, making a faint crackling sound. The two people stared at each other through the glass, less than thirty centimeters apart.
This was the first time Chen Liuchi met Jiang Bozheng after ten years.
Compared with the figure in memory, Jiang Bozheng has aged a lot. In fact, in terms of age, he is only two years older than Shen Maoyuan, but there is no trace of his youthful vigor in him. He is like an old tree, exuding the smell of decay and decay from the inside out.
Chen Liuchi was relatively calm. The disgust and hostility he had expected when they met again were not too strong. He was even a little surprised that Jiang Bozheng looked so tired and withered. However, Chen Liuchi was not curious, nor did he care what had happened to Jiang Bozheng over the years.
"It's me." He didn't say anything extra.
Jiang Bozheng paused, as if the heavy summer night air was choking his throat. He took a deep breath, and then his emotions seemed to find an outlet, slowly seeping out with the turbid air he exhaled. "Do you work here? Are you a police officer?"
Chen Liuchi didn't answer. Jiang Bozheng didn't seem to notice his cold eyes and continued to ask, "Why do you want to be a police officer? Is it because of... me?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Liuchi finally gave him a puzzled look.
Jiang Bozheng's expression was a bit strange, as if two completely opposite emotions, excitement and frustration, lingered in his heart at the same time, permeating and intertwining inside and outside, so that when he asked again, his voice trembled slightly, "Do you want to catch me, Chenliuchi?"
Chen Liuchi didn't answer, or perhaps his attention was completely attracted by the figure in the distance, and he could no longer spare a single moment to pay attention to others.
"Have you been waiting long?"
Cen Zhao walked quickly to the door of the security room, but before he could push it open, the glass door was opened from the inside.
Chen Liuchi came out with a lunch box in hand. His eyes sparkled at Cen Zhao, like two small flames ignited in the wind. "No, are you hungry? I picked two new dishes today. I wonder if they're delicious."
Cen Zhao smiled and said he could smell the fragrance. His eyes seemed to fall casually on Jiang Bozheng, who had been standing stiffly outside the security room like a frozen stone statue. He asked casually, "Are you here to handle business? If you want to come in, please register as soon as possible and don't linger at the door."
Jiang Bozheng didn't hear what he said at all. He just stared at the sinking pool. The night wind seemed to turn into a thick curtain, pressing Jiang Bozheng so hard that he could hardly breathe. His chest was filled with gasps like a broken bellows.
"How are you?"
A doctor's heart is filled with compassion. Even though he felt this man was truly strange, Cen Zhao stepped forward out of professional instinct. "Your breathing sounds off. Have you ever—"
"He's fine."
Chen Liuchi clasped the back of Cen Zhao's hand and stared at Jiang Bozheng's face expressionlessly. After a few breaths, he seemed to raise the corner of his lip, revealing a hint of sarcasm: "It's just that he's old and has been in prison, so it's normal for him to have some problems."
After all, they were at the gate of the police station, and the word "jail" was a bit sensitive. When these words came out, not only Cen Zhao, but even the security guard who was secretly watching the excitement in the security room couldn't help but stick his head out.
But Jiang Bozheng didn't care about the eyes focused on him at all. His eyes were glued to Shen Liuchi from beginning to end, like some kind of damp reptile, which was disgusting.
Cen Zhao naturally sensed something was amiss. He stared at the middle-aged man before him, a hint of displeasure already visible in his eyes. He was taller and more robust than Jiang Bozheng, and once his expression darkened, he was no longer the gentle, smiling man he used to be. The oppressive feeling he brought was impossible to ignore.
Jiang Bozheng had no choice but to look away from Chen Liuchi and meet Cen Zhao's gaze from a few meters away. The lights from the police station shone from behind Cen Zhao, casting a halo around his steady and solid figure. Just looking at him gave him an indescribable aura of strength.
Jiang Bozheng's face turned grim, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes, no longer meeting Cen Zhao's gaze: "Are you a police officer too?"
Cen Zhao ignored him and turned his head to look at Chen Liuchi: "Shall we go back and eat?"
Chenliuchi nodded.
At the entrance of the police station, the two did not hold hands, but stood very close, their arms touching, their shoulders touching, very intimate.
"Sinking pool!"
Jiang Bozheng suddenly shouted out, his voice so sharp and urgent that the ending tone almost changed: "I'm dying!"
In the distance, layers of clouds and mist were pressing down, and the wind gradually picked up in the night, blowing the treetops above to one side.
Chenliuchi vaguely recalled that today seemed to be the beginning of autumn. Although the temperature was still hot, it was indeed autumn.
It seemed like it was also autumn when Jiang Bozheng was imprisoned.
Thinking of this, a trace of annoyance flashed across his eyes. Why autumn? He actually liked autumn. It was neither too hot nor too cold, perfect for traveling with his lover, instead of being tripped by disgusting things.
Jiang Bozheng didn't get a response, so he just stared at him, at his eyes that were clearly black and white in the night, his voice trembling with obvious fear: "I'm sick, I'm very sick, I might be dying soon."
Chen Liuchi didn't even blink, or even tilt his head to listen. He simply avoided Cen Zhao's hand that was about to take the lunch box, and carried three or four bags himself, frowning at Cen Zhao: "I'll carry it. You've been tired all day, take care of your arms."
Cen Zhao accepted the care with a smile and placed his fingers lightly on the back of his hand.
From beginning to end, they never looked at Jiang Bozheng again.
"Sinking pool...sinking pool!"
It's like this again! It's like this again!
No matter it was ten years ago or now, all he could get was Chenliuchi's back!
Jiang Bozheng was blocked outside by the gate, and could only look at the figure in the sinking pool from an increasingly distant distance. The violent emotional fluctuations only made his breathing heavier. He felt that he could no longer make a sound, and what came out of his throat was nothing but the unwillingness and regret of a dying struggle.
"Sinking pool..."
I'm almost dying.
Jiang Bozheng's breathing gradually became lighter, but his dilated pupils stared at Chen Liuchi's back until he disappeared behind the gate of light.
The light was too bright and dazzling. Jiang Bozheng inevitably thought of a day ten years ago, which seemed to be early autumn. In the spacious banquet hall, a young man walked down the spiral staircase step by step under the lights. His bright and brilliant face looked like a movie star making his debut.
Jiang Bozheng stared blankly at the young man standing on the stairs, his heart slowly calming down. It seemed as if there was some kind of power in the void, covering him like a hood, but when he was about to feel warm, it suddenly became cold and heavy, like a tightening fishing net, dragging him to the dark and cold seabed in an instant.
"Sir? Sir are you okay?!"
The sound rang in his ears, and seemed to come from even farther away. Jiang Bozheng's mind went blank, and he felt an excruciating pain in his internal organs. His body quickly went limp and sank, and he was dragged into the deeper and darker depths of the sea without any resistance.
And the young people are always ahead, on the horizon.
Always bright and shining.
The sudden situation at the door did not affect the police station, or perhaps Chen Liuchi's two feet were too fast. He had already reached the top of the stairs in two or three minutes and did not hear the nervous shouts of the security guards in the security room at all.
Entering the office, Cen Zhao placed his lunch box on the table, while Chen Liuchi leaned against the side, admiring the virtuous appearance of his forensic doctor, Cen. A chaotic noise from downstairs reached him, and he looked over curiously: "What happened?" Why did it sound like someone was dying?
Hearing this, Cen Zhao glanced up at him and realized that he wasn't pretending to be stupid, but was genuinely puzzled. He even wanted to open the window and look out to see what was happening. He couldn't help but laugh and called out, "Sinking Pool."
Chen Liuchi glanced back at him, looking a little unhappy: "What?"
Cen Zhao was happy: "Why are you unhappy?"
When a couple is suddenly called by their full names for no apparent reason, they're bound to shudder. But Chen Liuchi didn't have the nerve to say it. He simply turned his head back and walked over to the table to set the table with Cen Zhao. "I'm not upset, it's just..."
"Are you still affected by what happened just now?" Cen Zhao finished speaking for him.
Chen Liuchi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, he can't affect me in any way."
Cen Zhao paused when he heard this, and turned his head to look at Chen Liuchi's expression. Knowing that he was not lying, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "I thought you would feel a little uncomfortable."
Cen Zhao was not a fool. Everything the man said and did showed that he had a close relationship with Shen Liuchi, or had had a close relationship with Shen Liuchi.
But the sedimentation pool really doesn't care.
Cen Zhao hadn't originally wanted to "start a fight," but now he became interested and started the conversation: "Who was that person just now?"
After he finished speaking, Chenliuchi paused for a moment, he was hesitating.
It’s not that I want to hide it on purpose, but it’s just difficult to say it.
Now it was Cen Zhao's turn to stop. He carefully observed Chen Liuchi's expression, not missing a single detail on the other's face, and finally confirmed that he seemed to have stirred up some unpleasant memories.
"Feel sorry."
It was rare for Cen Zhao to be so willful and indulgent, losing his temper. Who would have thought that he would run into such bad luck? He pursed his lips, revealing a bit of annoyance and helplessness: "I was just asking casually."
"What are you talking about?"
Hearing this, Chen Liuchi didn't hesitate any longer. He looked a bit angry and laughed. He raised his hand and pinched Cen Zhao's waist, quite hard. "You're crazy. You always apologize for nothing."
Cen Zhao frowned in pain, but before he could say anything, Chen Liuchi pinched his mouth again. Chen Liuchi leaned in close to him, gently bumping his forehead against Cen Zhao's. His tone couldn't tell whether it was a lecture or heartache. "Ask me anything you want, but don't say sorry. Do you understand?"
Cen Zhao nodded and raised his hand, indicating that he had something to say.
Chen Liuchi released his hand that was pinching his mouth and said, "Speak."
Cen Zhao didn't say anything, Cen Zhao just wanted to do it. He lowered his head and moved closer to kiss Chen Liuchi's lips.
Chen Liuchi always liked to close his eyes when kissing, but today he opened his eyes slightly and looked at her from bottom to top, but there was a sense of attack, and even the touch of his lips and tongue was stronger than before.
Cen Zhao accepted it all.
He completely handed over the initiative to the other party.
The lunch boxes that had just been placed on the table were swept away. Cen Zhao's gentleness and indulgence gave Chen Liuchi the signal to go wild. The kiss continued, and Chen Liuchi pushed Cen Zhao to sit halfway on the edge of the desk, his palm firmly pressing the back of his head, not giving him the opportunity to resist or the distance.
And Cen Zhao didn't even think of refusing. He raised his hand and placed it on Shen Liuchi's lower back. He didn't even bother to probe with his fingertips or palms, but held him tightly, trapping him firmly in front of him.
The space seemed to become cramped and tight in an instant, and the oxygen was almost squeezed out between the lips and tongue, but it was still not enough as they kept attacking and demanding. The saliva that could not be swallowed in time wet the corners of the lips, and each other's blood and heartbeats were clearly visible, with nothing to hide.
"Cen Zhao..."
In the gap between their entangled breathing, Chen Liuchi raised his hand to touch Cen Zhao's neck, pressing his fingertips, gradually increasing the pressure, feeling his pulse and heartbeat through the skin.
"I will be honest with you, as I should be."
Chen Liuchi stared at Cen Zhao's face. His eyes were deep in shape and his eyebrows were long, a typical facial feature with eyebrows covering the eyes. When he looked at something so intently, he looked like some kind of primitive animal, with natural aggressiveness.
He looked at Cen Zhao like this for a long time, and finally smiled slowly. He smiled and moved closer again, his voice and panting brushing against his ears word by word:
"If you continue to be so polite to me, I will understand that you have no possession of me and do not want to assert any sovereignty over me."
"Then I don't mind declaring more and possessing more."
"Simply put, if you keep doing this, I'm going to fuck you."
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