you are deep in the stars

Bai Xi was standing alone at the end of the corridor.There was a dusty window, which should have been closed all year round, but at this time he forcibly pushed it open. The autumn wind mixed with cold rain hit the face, making people feel chills even in the bones.

"Brother Bai, Brother Bai!" Wang Xiaosen came running from a distance, grabbed Bai Xi's arm, and said out of breath, "Why did you come here alone, and you can't get through the phone, I'm so anxious."

"...I want to come here to have some wind." Perhaps because of the weather, Bai Xi's face looked pale, and his eyes were a little dazed.

"Uncomfortable?" Han Zhuo asked.

It was only then that Bai Xi noticed that there were two people behind Wang Xiaosen, besides Han Zhuo, and his assistant - she was standing stiffly in the same place with a pile of documents, and she looked quite frightened.

"Mr. Bai, are you alright?" the assistant asked anxiously. She didn't really understand the current situation very well. She originally wanted to ask Mr. Han to help find someone, but she didn't expect him to have such a big reaction, which made her feel ashamed I became nervous together, thinking that a kidnapping case had occurred in the building.

"It's okay, tell the client, I'll be there right away." Bai Xi said, "Ten minutes."

The assistant nodded, turned and hurried to the conference room.Han Zhuo patted Wang Xiaosen on the shoulder, signaling him to go back first.

When there were two people left in the corridor, Han Zhuo took out a dry and soft handkerchief from his trouser pocket, and helped him wipe off the cold rain on his face: "Do you want to take a rest?"

"No need." Bai Xi said, "Thank you." His voice was very low, and his mood was in a trance, as if he hadn't fully woken up from the nightmare.

"Aren't you going to tell me?" Han Zhuo asked patiently, "What happened just now."

Bai Xi shook her head: "I have to go to a meeting."

Han Zhuo put his hands on his shoulders: "Your current state——"

"I'm fine." Bai Xi interrupted him, then forced a smile, "I'm sorry, I want to be alone for a while."

"But you just said that there will be a meeting in 10 minutes." Han Zhuo reminded.

……

Bai Xi didn't speak any more. In fact, there are at least a dozen mixers stuffed into his mind at this moment. They ran recklessly, crushing all logic and thinking into powder.

The world began to become unbelievable, reality was swallowed by dreams, he didn't know what he was talking about, and he didn't know what he should do.I just vaguely heard Han Zhuo on the phone and asked the assistant to cancel today's meeting.

The silver sports car passed through the urban area, but instead of returning to the villa, it turned onto Xinghai Road.

After arriving home, Han Zhuo turned on all the switches in the apartment, letting the warm yellow light fill the whole room, and made another cup of hot chocolate and brought it over: "Do you want to drink?"

Bai Xi shook his head. He was sitting on the carpet with his right hand stuck in his trouser pocket, as if he was holding something.

"Although I don't know what happened, but you said a long time ago that I am not an ordinary bodyguard." Han Zhuo sat cross-legged across from him, "So tell me, okay? Let's face it together, no matter what happens to this matter. How unbelievable."

"You know?" Bai Xi finally spoke, his brows were slightly frowned, and his voice was hoarse.

"I don't know, but I can guess." Han Zhuo said, "Don't be afraid."

Bai Xi missed his gaze, and remained silent for a long time before slowly pulling his right hand out of his trouser pocket, and a twisted and deformed metal box fell onto the carpet. It was covered with burnt black fingerprints, which looked like After being roasted in the fire, they were beaten more than ten times with a hammer.

"The tissue box in the company bathroom?" Han Zhuo asked.

Bai Xi nodded: "After I washed my hands today, I suddenly felt a little dizzy, so I grabbed something nearby." Then what happened next was far beyond his cognition—the sturdy metal box After touching his palm, it was like falling into magma, and within a few seconds, it melted into a dry mass of scrap iron.

"I thought I was dreaming." Bai Xi spoke very slowly, "So I turned on the faucet again, and the result was the same."

"What about your body?" Han Zhuo checked his palm, "Is there any discomfort?"

Bai Xi shook her head: "No."

"Then it's okay." Han Zhuo stuffed the water glass into his hand, "Drink something hot first, and then calm yourself down."

"Am I... mutated?" Bai Xi asked, it was really hard for him to find a word to describe all this.

"You haven't mutated." Han Zhuo looked at him drinking hot chocolate, "In other words, this is a superpower that many people want, just like...in the movie."

Bai Xi returned the empty glass to him: "Spider-Man?"

Han Zhuo smiled and said, "Do you like this name?"

"I don't like it." Bai Xi asked, "You must know something. What's going on? My parents also know, so they invited you, right? And the people from Moses Gallery, they Is this why you want to kidnap me?"

"Yes." Han Zhuo didn't hide it this time.

The room was very quiet. After a while, Bai Xi sat back with her knees hugged again, and said sullenly, "I still feel like I'm dreaming."

"Then do you mind making this dream a little more fun?" Han Zhuo asked.

"Huh?" Bai Xi didn't understand.

Han Zhuo stood up, turned off the lights in the room, and drew all the curtains.

The surroundings suddenly darkened.

Bai Xi looked at him in the dark.

The starlight gradually floated up, and as the air spread out in every corner of the room, the light was extremely gentle, like clusters of warm fireflies wrapped in cotton.

Han Zhuo pulled his right hand again, and put a small starlight in his palm: "Gift."

"You..." Bai Xi looked up at him, eyes full of disbelief.

"I will teach you how to control your power, and I will protect you well." Han Zhuo smiled, "So there is no need to worry at all."

Bai Xi thought for a while: "That Mr. Wang..."

"That's right." Han Zhuo nodded, "But he doesn't have a star, so I'm only willing to give it to you."

The light in his palm gradually dissipated, and Bai Xi said regretfully, "It's gone."

"If you need it," Han Zhuo nodded again on his shoulder, "There will be little stars anytime, anywhere."

"This is simply the most incredible thing in the world." Bai Xi lay back on the carpet, "I need at least three days to digest it."

"Then before you digest it, can you forgive me for concealing it?" Han Zhuo pulled him up, "Look, I'm not short, I'm not frustrated, and I'm not as bad as written in your form."

Bai Xi refused: "No."

So Mr. Han had to keep sending out more little stars until the ceiling became a galaxy.

Of course, in order to allow Bai Xi to better accept the reality, Han Zhuo did not tell him all the truth at once, including another distant planet and what happened in the hospital that year.

"Do you know?" Before going to bed, Bai Xi said, "If you follow the routine in the movie, then you will say that the world needs my salvation."

"The world doesn't need your salvation." Han Zhuo sat by the bed, "You just need to learn to control yourself, and then continue to be an ordinary person."

"What about the Moses Gallery?" Bai Xi asked again, "Chunchun will hold an art exhibition next week, but the other party behaved normally and didn't make any extra demands. They don't really want to kidnap me at the art exhibition Bar?"

"If this is the case, then they must be the most stupid kidnappers in the world." Han Zhuo glanced at the time, "You should rest, we will discuss this issue later."

"Okay, good night." Bai Xi wrapped herself in the quilt and made another request, "I still want stars."

Han Zhuo smiled and turned off the lamp for him, and cast a glimmer of light on the bedside table: "Good night, have a good dream."

The traffic is passing by outside the window, and the city in the night has just woken up.

Daisy still stepped on fifteen centimeter high heels, leaning on the bar and teasing the drinkers. The young girls had delicate makeup and chatted lazily with wine glasses, ignoring the admiring or explicit glances of the men around them. The driver was smoking a cigarette at the door, and looking into the distance, it was a night market food stall filled with the aroma of seafood and beer.

Alcohol paralyzes the nerves and makes all unthinkable things reasonable. Champagne is mixed with screams, and the dark red light shines on every young or old face.Here, at this time, finally, no one will mind your planet and race, your age and your name.

No killing, no hunting, no discrimination.

That's why it is said that there is no moment more beautiful than midnight, because it is equal, magical and crazy.

……

Bai Xi quickly accepted the reality. In fact, he didn't even use it for three days. When he woke up in the morning, he would still yawn and stand in the kitchen, trying to fry an egg with the warmth of his palm.

"No." Han Zhuo dragged him away forcefully, "Go and brush your teeth."

"Why not?" Bai Xi asked.

"Because you are... not stable yet." Mr. Han chose a neutral word.

"You're not stable!" Bai Xi said with an electric toothbrush in her mouth, with a disgusted expression on her face, "Last night, she said she would give me a little star, but it turned out to be brighter than an incandescent lamp."

"Cough." Mr. Han changed the subject, "Would you like fried noodles?"

"No need." Bai Xi gurgled and rinsed his mouth, "Go to the cafe and have something to eat. It's the weekend and I have to go home early."

"Then I will probably have a review with Aunt Li." Han Zhuo looked at the red pimple on the tip of his nose, "She will definitely believe that I took you to secretly eat fried chicken and kebabs for three days."

"It was originally," Bai Xi turned to look at him, "and more than that, there are also grilled cold noodles, stinky tofu, and cheap fried sausages with questionable ingredients that cost three yuan a piece on the side of the road."

Han Zhuo: "..."

Bai Xi complained while squeezing her pimples: "You king of junk food."

Mr. Han felt very innocent: "But obviously you want to eat it yourself."

"Then you didn't stop me." Bai Xi lay down in front of the mirror, pushing him with her elbow, "Give me a little star, the light is too dim to see clearly."

Han Zhuo stretched out a finger cooperatively.

Very incandescent, very useful.

The author has something to say: a long time later.

In everyone's imagination, Mr. Han's stars will be hung all over the bedroom, bathroom, dining room, in short, every romantic moment.

But in fact--

"It's too dark under the bed, I can't find my slippers!"

"biu!"

"Why is the corner of the cabinet so dark? What about our soup pot!"

"biu!"

"The sensor light in the bathroom is broken again!"

"biu!"

"I want to go to the toilet, the stars stay, you go out!"

"..."