you are deep in the stars

The last Saturday in July is the bar carnival day on Qiye Road.Although most of the supernatural beings have left the earth at this time, they have not affected the business of the bar street at all. When night falls, this place is still the most fantastic and noisy corner in the whole city.

Wang Yuanchen drove around the underground parking lot three times before barely finding a parking space.Liu Chunchun leaned on the back of the chair and fell asleep with his head tilted. In a daze, he felt that someone was licking his mouth. In his dream, a huge cat appeared—the kind covered with diamonds.

"Hmm..." Liu Chunchun hid in dissatisfaction. He has been working overtime recently, and he is really sleepy. If it wasn't for the sake of Bai Xi and the former bartender, Mr. Wang, even if someone here is really throwing money here tonight, he would Will also choose to go home and sleep.

"Don't want to go up?" Wang Yuanchen wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms.

With a "boom", the head of the earthman hit the roof of the car.Liu Chunchun finally opened his eyes angrily and sleepily, but before he could protest, his lips were blocked by a fiery kiss.In the next 2 minutes, Mr. Wang dutifully fulfilled his obligations within the marriage, and there was a further trend.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Liu Chunchun put his hands on his chest, fully awake, "Don't make trouble."

"You can actually wake up half an hour later, I don't mind." Wang Yuanchen rubbed his back with his palm.

A strange tingling sensation spread up the spine, Mr. Wang in front of him looked handsome and evil, his low tone mixed with the smell of mint, made Liu Chunchun's knees weak.Wang Yuanchen tucked his broken hair behind his ears, and before he had time to do more, a hoarse horn suddenly sounded outside the car window.

"This Mr. Wang." Bai Xi took the loudspeaker he snatched from the security guard and lay on the car window very dissatisfied, "Please let my staff out of the car."

"Brother Bai!" Liu Chunchun quickly pushed Wang Yuanchen away and got out of the car.

Wang Yuanchen lowered the car window and looked at Bai Xi and Han Zhuo beside Bai Xi with an unkind expression.

"Sorry." Han Zhuo looked insincere, "But you took my special parking space."

"Next time you can come with the aircraft." Wang Yuanchen slammed the door of the car, and left with one arm around Liu Chunchun.

"What aircraft?" Bai Xi asked curiously.

"Aircraft is a new project of the Beidou Research Institute, but it is still in the testing stage." Han Zhuo replied, "If you want, I can get you one."

"Is it in the form of a combat spaceship?" Bai Xi thought of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

"Your imagination is very developed." Han Zhuo smiled and pressed the elevator door, "but the earth is peaceful now, and there is no need for you to fly around with a fire-breathing Gatling." All you need is colorful juices and cocktails, And special alcohol for carnival nights.

The bar was already full of guests, the bar was surrounded by water, and the huge wave of music beat the air, bringing wave after wave of dizziness to the carnival crowd.Liu Chunchun was holding a glass of suspiciously colored liquid and was listening carefully to the bartender's introduction.

"It's called Jumanji." The bartender leaned his entire upper body over, "You'll have a wonderful experience after drinking it, by the way, it's chocolate strawberry flavor."

It sounded pretty good, but just as Liu Chunchun was about to be a "brave man", someone grabbed his wrist.Wang Yuanchen pushed the glass of wine back to the bartender, and said coldly, "Change to a glass of strawberry juice."

The crowd patted the table and dispersed with a disappointing "shh", Liu Chunchun asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"That's not a game for the brave, it's a game for alcoholics." Wang Yuanchen sat next to him, "80.00% of the people on Earth will lose consciousness after drinking and become a screaming lunatic—these people around are waiting to see Your good show."

Liu Chunchun: "..."

"So don't leave my side." Wang Yuanchen put his arms around his shoulders, "There are dangers everywhere here."

"Are you exaggerating a bit, that's just a glass of wine." The bartender pushed the strawberry juice over, "Are you going to help? There are a lot of guests tonight."

"No plan." Wang Yuanchen pointed upstairs, "Why didn't you go to Han Zhuo? He should be free now."

"Forget it." The bartender lowered his voice, "In the hearts of all the supernatural beings, the boss should lie on the beach and relax on vacation every day from now on, instead of working." The battle, and almost lost his life, sounds very distressing, and it is worth being wrapped in marshmallows for the rest of his life.

……

"Try it." In the small private bar, Bai Xi handed over a glass of colorful cocktails.

"Your new invention?" Han Zhuo asked.

"Yeah." Bai Xi wiped the bar clean, "How is it, does it look professional?"

Mr. Han replaced the answer with a gentle smile.

"What attitude!" Bai Xi snatched the cup over and said angrily, "I added a lot of tropical juice, you don't drink my own—cough!" The cold liquid slid over the tip of the tongue, and the strange stimulation exploded in the taste buds. It was like a sap hit the back of the head, and the whole person began to feel dizzy, but the dizziness had nothing to do with alcohol, it was simply too bad to drink, almost magically bad to drink.

Bai Xi rinsed her mouth a dozen times before walking out of the bathroom with limp steps, and sat on the balcony sullenly.

"Maybe you mistook chili juice for some kind of juice?" Han Zhuo sat beside him, "They look exactly the same in appearance, there is no difference."

"Why is there chili juice in the bar?" Bai Xi looked sadly.

"Because it is necessary to mix a lot of wine." Han Zhuo held his hand, "But it doesn't matter, you don't need to have cooking skills."

"Yeah." Bai Xi changed a comfortable position in his arms, "Even a domineering president doesn't need to have cooking skills."

The everlasting lights in the city dye the sky pink, which looks beautiful and romantic.The whole street was soaked in the music, screaming one after another, Han Zhuo asked him: "Want to go down for a drink?"

"I don't want to." Bai Xi hugged his waist, "It's good, don't move."

Han Zhuo smiled and patted his back with his palm.The night wind blew gently across her cheeks, Bai Xi narrowed her eyes, trying hard to find the shining stars in the hazy clouds.

"What are you looking at?" Han Zhuo asked him after a while.

"Your star." Bai Xi grabbed his tie, "Kiss me."

"People below will see it." Han Zhuo stepped back slightly.

"So, you're shy?" Bai Xi looked at him.

"If someone caught you, you'd probably turn into a domestic violence again—hmm."

The corner of Han Zhuo's mouth rose, and he supported his waist with one hand, gradually deepening the kiss.

The flickering lights are like immortal stars, as long as you squint your eyes, the world will become a halo of dreams.What could be more romantic than this?Bai Xi put her arms around his neck, her breath was tinged with the heat of passion, and the sweet taste between her lips and teeth melted layer by layer, it was the smell of candy.After a while, feeling that Han Zhuo seemed to be leaving, Bai Xi felt a little dissatisfied, so she took the initiative to bite his lips, wanting to let this continue.

There was the sound of gasping for air and suppressed booing from downstairs.

Bai Xi: "..."

Han Zhuo looked at the person who froze in his arms for a moment, and a smile spread in his eyes: "I said, the people downstairs will definitely see it."

After a short [-] seconds of silence, thunderous cheers erupted on the street, and the sound waves were almost transmitted to another planet—the summer terrace, the lush vines, the falling lights, and a pair of passionate kisses The lovers are like a beautiful movie, but also like a stop-motion illustration.

"What's the noise outside?" Liu Chunchun was taken aback.

"Someone is performing tongue kisses in the street." Wang Yuanchen asked, "Would you like to see it?"

"No." Liu Chunchun resolutely refused, "It doesn't sound like a decent person."

"You are very right." Mr. Wang agreed.

The little traffic policeman held a hot dog in his hand, and was stuffing it into his mouth while running, preparing to fill his stomach and go to the night shift to check for drunk driving.At the entrance of the alleyway, a group of unscrupulous girls are fighting, wearing colorful short hair and exaggerated smoky makeup, and screaming rudely and full of obscenities.

"What are you doing!" Ling Xiaodao roared, "The police are here!"

The girls ran away yelling and cursing, leaving behind a pile of cigarette butts and a high-heeled shoe.Ling Xiaodao stood there for a while, and couldn't help but look up at the sky again. There was also a girl there, who was just as rebellious and disobedient as they were.

"Hello." Suddenly someone called him from behind.

With a familiar voice, Ling Xiaodao turned around in surprise.

Linda dragged the suitcase, and the white skirt looked like a butterfly in the night wind.

"Can you take me home?" she complained, crossing her arms. "The earth is really cold."

……

"It's so touching." Mark Lee burst into tears, "Can I make the whole story into a movie?"

"You should ask Ling Xiaodao and Linda, I'm not their guardian." Bai Xi pointed to the bouquet of colorful blooming roses in the corner, "Also, these things are prohibited from appearing in my company in the future."

"But they will definitely not reject Mr. Han's opinion." Ma Keli's voice was low, like an underground party joint.

"Then you can ask Mr. Han yourself." Bai Xi said while making tea, "If he doesn't agree, you can still ask Director Liang for help. How is he recently?"

"Okay." When this topic was mentioned, Mark Lee suddenly became sad, "They have already spent seven honeymoons, and there may be No. 70 times in the future." So the older left-behind child director Ma can only live alone in the empty space. Waking up from a bed of [-] square meters every day in the villa, very artistic and lonely.

Bai Xi said, "Get out."

Mark Lee squatted at the door of his best friend's company, his eyes dim, and he sighed deeply.

I clearly know so many touching love stories about the universe and life, race and civilization, but I can't make them all into movies, which is really a pity.

What's even more regrettable is that to this day, the agent of the mysterious painter 215 is still very unreasonable, and even threatened to beat himself on the phone.

"Ah," Mark Lee stared at the ceiling, reciting poetically, "a lonely soul."

Liu Chunchun held the folder and quickly ran past him.

Mark Lee looked at his back and continued to sigh: "Ordinary people."

With a sound of "ding", the elevator door beside him opened, and a dozen or so models from the company next door came out in a file, with wavy long hair and high heels.

Director Mark Lee's depressed mood was swept away, and he snapped his fingers happily: "And a wonderful world."

……

As the sky gradually darkened, Bai Xi stretched her waist, planning to have a hot pot meal with Han Zhuo to end this busy day.And next door to him, Liu Chunchun is remotely guiding Mr. Wang to make soup.

"What's the rattle?" the person on the other end of the phone asked irritably.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right back." Liu Chunchun smiled and packed his things, "Good boy."

Wang Yuanchen wore an apron, and gave a cold "hmm".

In the underground parking lot, Han Zhuo put his arms around Bai Xi, and the kiss was lingering and gentle.

The city lights are on,

The stars in the distance are just right.

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The full text is over, thank you for your support, see you in the next one in May =3=!