you are deep in the stars

An hour later, the real estate master repaired the anti-theft door, quickly packed up the boxes and fled the scene, as if if he was a second late, he would be picked up and beaten by the murderous handsome man in front of him.

Liu Chunchun hid behind Bai Xi, trembling and crying, "I don't think I really need a manager."

"If you are going to accept the invitation from Moses Gallery, then believe me, you need it." Han Zhuo looked sincere, "Although this Mr. Wang looks fierce, he is actually very kind, professional, and thoughtful."

"Really?" Liu Chunchun didn't want to believe it at all.

"Yes... right." Bai Xi comforted him symbolically, and then added, "But you haven't answered me yet, whether you want to accept the invitation from Moses Gallery."

Liu Chunchun replied honestly: "I like painting, but it's a hobby, and I'm ready to find a job. I never thought of being a professional painter."

"Then accept this invitation first." Wang Yuanchen interrupted the conversation between the two. He opened a can of beer with his long fingernails, and glanced at his new employer indifferently, "Use a fake name, fake identity , or even fake photos, just exchange your shabby works for 500 million, this is definitely a good deal, and it will not affect your job hunting."

Bai Xi gave the manager a thumbs up. Although you still look fierce, you are not slow to enter the role, but there is one thing to say, our Chunchun paintings are not broken at all.

"Then it's settled." Han Zhuo patted Wang Yuanchen, "You know what I want, so let's go first."

"Hey, hello!" Bai Xi hurriedly grabbed him, "Let's just leave like this? Let's not stay here, let Chunchun and Mr. Wang get to know each other better?"

Han Zhuo lowered his voice: "Do you think they are on a blind date?"

Bai Xi: "Cough!"

"Let's go." Han Zhuo picked up the windbreaker for him, with a gentle smile, "It's time for us to go home."

Bai Xi had no choice but to express infinite sympathy to Liu Chunchun deep in her heart.

……

After a full 10 minutes, Liu Chunchun was still standing at the door, daring not to enter the house.

"You." Wang Yuanchen sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and ordered in a queen's tone, "Go and pack your things."

"Why?" Liu Chunchun choked up and asked.

"Because it's too broken, I don't want to live here." The agent replied, and he glanced at the wall clock impatiently, "I'll give you 5 minutes."

Liu Chunchun plucked up his courage, and buzzed: "Then you can go home." There is no law that stipulates that the agent must live with the employer. Do you want me to call a car for you?

Wang Yuanchen didn't speak anymore, he just kept staring at the pink wall clock on the wall, his beautiful face showed no expression, like a solidified plaster statue.

Liu Chunchun felt a little urgent to urinate.

And just as he was about to move to the bathroom step by step, Wang Yuanchen stood up from the sofa, picked up his suit and threw it behind his shoulder, and said coldly, "5 minutes is up."

Liu Chunchun didn't react: "Huh?"

Wang Yuanchen grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him directly into the elevator.

It's brutal, it's violent.

An hour later, Liu Chunchun cried and called Bai Xi, complaining that he had been tied up by terrorists to a large luxury apartment, in the city center, on the 88th floor. The crystal chandelier in the bathroom was too bright for my eyes, the pearls in the jacuzzi made my butt hurt, the slippers were heavy with diamonds, and the violent man forced himself to try on his couture Armani.

Bai Xi supported her head with one hand, and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you're not showing off?"

Liu Chunchun burst into tears: "Hurry up and take it away, I don't want to drink your [-] Lafite anymore!"

Bai Xi hung up the phone calmly.

"I told you a long time ago, don't worry." Han Zhuo handed him the glass, "Milk, Aunt Li can't tell you to add sugar secretly, otherwise it will cause tooth decay."

"I was thinking about one thing just now." Bai Xi sat up, "It happened a long time ago."

"Huh?" Han Zhuo sat opposite him.

"When I was in my junior year, I met a very strange person." Bai Xi recalled.

It was the winter vacation of my junior year. I drove my roommate to the train station by myself. Seeing that it was still early, I took a detour to an abandoned factory in the suburbs. It was empty, not even a security guard.

In winter, it gets dark early, coupled with the howling north wind, Bai Xi unconsciously has goose bumps all over her body.He walked quickly back to the parking lot, but saw an old man standing beside the car, wearing a worn-out old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit, and his gray hair was also somewhat dirty.

"He looks like he has dementia, and he doesn't know where he lives. He just said that he took the wrong car and wants to go back to the city." Bai Xi said.

Han Zhuo nodded: "Did you let him get in the car?"

"It was already very cold at that time. I took him back to the urban area, bought a cotton coat by the side of the road, and left another 500 yuan." Bai Xi said, "Then I sent him to the police station."

Han Zhuo smiled: "Very kind, but I didn't hear anything strange."

"On the way back, he kept lying on the car window, looking at the stars outside, like a child." Bai Xi said, "He kept humming a song, it didn't have a name, but it sounded good."

"So?" Han Zhuo continued to ask.

"That song is the ringtone of the manager you found for Chunchun today." Bai Xi said, "It's exactly the same."

"It's just a song." Han Zhuo took away the empty milk cup, "If you like it, I can ask you the name of the song."

"Really?" Bai Xi frowned slightly, "Do you think this is just a coincidence?"

"It's hard to say." Han Zhuo thought for a while, "Or we can ask him if there is such a relative."

Bai Xi looked at him for a while, then leaned back on the chair: "Alright, I'm going to work."

"Angry?" Han Zhuo walked up to him, "It's eleven o'clock in the evening, you should sleep, not work."

Bai Xi opened a file and didn't avoid Mr. Han.

"What is it?" Han Zhuo was indeed attracted by the colorful form, and he also helped Bai Xi organize the work documents, which definitely shouldn't be in this style.

"All the strange things and people that I find strange." Bai Xi replied while adding another item at the bottom - a mysterious bartender with dozens of bank cards, who is currently Liu Chunchun's bodyguard and manager.

Han Zhuo laughed: "Why did you do this?"

"Because no one intends to tell me the truth. Bai Xi kept the file, "Including you. "

Han Zhuo paused, then denied: "I didn't."

"You have, and no one has more than you." Bai Xi stood up, "I'm going to rest, good night."

Han Zhuo stood at the desk, watched him leave all the time, and then sighed in distress.

On this night, no one was stargazing or drinking on the terrace.Bai Xi was lying on the thick quilt, and one scene after another flashed like a marquee in his mind. Those warm or strange past events all rushed into his heart at this moment, and finally gradually overlapped together, turning into a mosaic. The shards of chaos, swallowed by dark dreams.

A few thin clouds covered the few stars, making the whole city silent.

At 06:30 in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time. Aunt Li quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, preparing to prepare breakfast for the family, especially the chicken soup noodles for the young master.

"Morning." Han Zhuo greeted with a smile on his face.

"Why did you get up so early?" Aunt Li asked while kneading the dough.

"Run." Han Zhuo was wearing a tracksuit and put the car keys in his trouser pocket. "Is there anything I need to buy?"

"No." Aunt Li resolutely defended her right to purchase.

Mr. Han nodded and went out.

Half an hour later, the property uncle watched the driver of Bai's family turn in from the rear window sill with very puzzled eyes.

……

Bai Xi swallowed in her dream.

"Get up." Han Zhuo whispered in his ear, "Hurry up."

Bai Xi opened his eyes in a daze.

A paper bag was handed to the eyes, which contained golden and crisp finger cakes, fried dough sticks, sausage, chicken tenders and chili sauce, a best-seller at the gate of the middle school, no pavement, only a dirty and illegal tricycle. It's unhygienic, but it's also delicious.

"I apologize." Han Zhuo held the plastic bag of soy milk in his other hand, "How about it, at the risk of being criticized by Aunt Li, your favorite junk food."

Bai Xi couldn't laugh or cry: "You are really boring."

"Do you want to eat?" Han Zhuo asked.

"Eat!" Bai Xi took it from his hand, "But what happened last night is not over."

"Understood." Mr. Han had a good attitude.

"How's Chunchun going?" Bai Xi asked while eating, she didn't even bother to brush her teeth, she just rinsed her mouth.

"No problem, they get along pretty well." Han Zhuo opened the soy milk for him, "I just finished enjoying the black truffle and caviar on the silver tray this morning."

Bai Xi: "..."

If I had known earlier, I would not have asked.

"Open your mouth." Han Zhuo handed the plastic bag to him.

"Master, it's time to get up." Aunt Li knocked on the door suddenly.

Mr. Han shook his hand in a very useless manner, and the soy milk "squeaked" and all spilled out.

"Ahhh!" Bai Xi jumped up from the bed, "It's hot!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Han Zhuo quickly took out the tissue, grabbed the cake and dropped it on the floor.

Aunt Li stood at the door watching this scene with complicated emotions.

"What are you doing?"

……

So this morning, Han Zhuo was forced to accept Aunt Li's science popularization for an hour, about how dirty the mobile stall was, Escherichia coli, Salmonella, Staphylococcus aureus, Shigella, and various bacteria, so as to deeply understand Realized my mistake.

"Tell me how old you are, and you even sent Mr. Han to buy junk food for you." Upstairs, Mrs. Bai was helping to apply the medicine. "Pick up your clothes."

"I really didn't." Bai Xi felt innocent.

"Then did you eat?" Mrs. Bai asked.

Bai Xi: "..."

ate.

Mrs. Bai half-smiled, and poked him with her finger, saying that he was not growing up.

"Xiaobai." Mr. Han knocked on the door just after finishing his review, "Do you want to go out later?"

"Yes." Bai Xi put down her clothes, "Call me, we'll be there on time."

"Going to work again?" Mrs. Bai watched him go through the closet, "I'm all burnt, let's rest at home for a day."

"I'm fine." Bai Xi grabbed the phone, "I've made an appointment with someone else, so it's not easy to let go of the pigeons." What's more, the gentleman I made an appointment with doesn't have a good temper. If I don't show up on time, I will probably lose another... Import trash cans.