you are deep in the stars

No. 30, Mojin Hutong, Yangliu Street, East Second District, No. [-] and No. [-] is not a noodle shop at all, it is just a dilapidated shanty house with half-dry clothes hanging on the door, shaking under the moon and the wind. Like many colorful broken flags.A thin and small man was squatting by the side of the alley, picking up the dried vegetables in front of him and preparing to put them back into the bamboo basket.

He turned very intently and earnestly, looking eager to find a handful of diamonds from those shriveled cowpeas.It wasn't until two pairs of feet appeared in front of him that the man stopped what he was doing and raised his head unwillingly. His facial features were a little crowded, and a dark light shone in his mouse-like eyes.

It was at this moment that Bai Xi felt the creepiness.

It was a kind of unreasonable, sudden, but real panic. Tiny chicken skins exploded on the tight skin, and his heart throbbed. He instinctively wanted to run away, to escape. It was a bit of a strange feeling of suffocation, but before he could take a step, Han Zhuo had already asked, "What time does the supper start selling?"

Bai Xi: "..."

The thin man clapped the crushed cowpea in his hand and replied, "08:30."

Contrary to Bai Xi's expectations, the other party's voice did not match his appearance, thick and deep, and his pronunciation was standard. If he closed his eyes, some people would believe that he was a political news anchor.

"It's 29:[-]." Han Zhuo looked at the time.

The man agreed, got up and grabbed it, and three huge light bulbs lit up all around, illuminating the alley as bright as day.

Han Zhuo was so shaken that he squinted his eyes: "Aren't you afraid of paying the electricity bill now?"

"I'm not afraid." The man opened the table and replied in a straight voice, "This is the electricity I stole from a street lamp."

Bai Xi: "..."

You are quite proud.

"What do you want to eat?" Han Zhuo asked.

"Me?" Bai Xi hurriedly declined, "I'm not hungry, you can eat by yourself."

"Aren't you hungry?" Han Zhuo poured tea for him, "But you probably didn't have dinner either."

Not eating dinner is one thing, but looking at the dark liquid in the disposable teacup, Bai Xi made a firm stand once again: "Thank you, I'm really not hungry."

"Okay." Han Zhuo smiled, and didn't force him, he just ordered a bowl of noodles and a bowl of soup for himself.

The bright lights, the aroma of the food, the sounds of quarreling and barking of dogs from the surrounding neighbors made this alley full of mundane vigor and vitality in an instant, and the previous gloomy feeling disappeared. As a result, Bai Xi had to seriously think about why he had that strange... illusion just now.

The noodles were cooked quickly and brought out. Han Zhuo ate in a leisurely manner, as elegant as enjoying a French meal.Bai Xi sat across from him, dozing off with his head propped on one hand, and just as he was about to be swallowed by one vague dream after another, Han Zhuo just finished his last sip of soup and put the bowl back on the table heavily: "Boss, pay the bill." .”

Bai Xi woke up from her sleep, and looked at the man in front of her in a daze.

Han Zhuo smiled kindly and reminded in a low voice, "Well, I don't have any money."

"Sorry, I fell asleep." Bai Xi patted his drowsy head and asked casually, "Is there any mineral water?"

"No." The boss replied.

"Okay, then pay the bill." Bai Xi took out a big bill from his wallet, "There's no need to change it."

The boss glanced at it: "Not enough."

Bai Xi was puzzled when he heard the words, he pointed to the empty bowl on the table: "Just this bowl of marinated noodles, fifty is not enough?"

The boss replied: "A bowl of 280 eight."

Bai Xi had a complicated mood: "Does the Price Bureau know about this?"

"I don't know." The boss picked up the empty bowl, "So I only set up a stall at night."

……

Bai Xi looked at Han Zhuo silently, with thousands of words written in his eyes, why did you have to travel through most of the city to come to eat noodles at this black shop that has no business license, no health certificate, evades taxes and electricity, and asks for prices? ?

Han Zhuo had a good attitude: "First count what I borrowed from you, and pay it back later."

Bai Xi had nothing to say, he patted 300 yuan on the table, thinking he was unlucky.

"You must have never been here before." Han Zhuo gave him a hand as he walked out, "Be careful, don't step on the trash."

Bai Xi absent-mindedly said "Yes", and then asked, "Is it a slum?"

Han Zhuo smiled, but did not answer the question.

The taxi traveled through the city again, and when the two finally arrived home, it was almost early morning.Bai Xi handed Han Zhuo to his aunt, and gave a few more dutiful instructions, before dragging his sore body back to the bedroom.

"Mr. Han, this will be your residence from now on." Aunt Li introduced at the door of the guest room, "There are new clothes in the cabinet and toiletries in the bathroom. If you need anything else, you can always find me."

"Thank you, it's already fine." Han Zhuo nodded, "Please."

The night was dark, and Bai Xi threw herself on the bed with the moisture after bathing, exhausted, and she didn't even have the energy to dream about it.Downstairs, Han Zhuo was leaning against the window, looking into the distance thoughtfully—where his sight fell, there was a magnificent Milky Way running through the sky, resplendent and dazzling.

In the early morning of the next day, when Bai Xi yawned and went downstairs, a small-scale battle broke out in the kitchen.Aunt Li was very dissatisfied with the fact that this new bodyguard and driver dared to trespass into her territory without permission.She looked at the fried eggs and bacon on the white china plate, trying to find some faults.

"What are you doing?" Bai Xi leaned against the door with her arms folded, "Snatch the oil pot?"

"It's Mr. Han," Aunt Li preemptively complained, "When I woke up this morning, he had already cooked breakfast. Tell me, what are you talking about? The young master never eats soft-boiled eggs."

Han Zhuo held the plate: "Morning."

"Morning." Bai Xi replied to him, supported Aunt Li's shoulders with both hands, and pushed her into the living room, half coaxing and half perfunctory, "It's not good if someone cooks for you, come, come, continue to weave for Oda sweater."

"This won't work, young master, you have to talk to Mr. Han about it, everyone should have a clear division of labor." Aunt Li complained, "A clear division of labor is the primary productive force, what Marx said, you know?"

Han Zhuo: "Pfft."

"I know, I know." Bai Xi stuffed the woolen basket into her hand, and went back to the kitchen by herself.

Han Zhuo took off his apron: "But I made three copies."

"In the future, don't meddle in things like cooking." Bai Xi poured the juice by herself, "It's been more than 20 years, Aunt Li has been busy here, she's used to it."

"I want to thank you." Han Zhuo said, "for everything yesterday."

"You should forget about yesterday." Bai Xi refused from the bottom of her heart, "From the train station to the police station, and then to the black heart noodle restaurant, you are not allowed to mention it."

"Okay, I promise." Han Zhuo raised his hand cooperatively, and asked with a smile, "You don't eat soft-boiled eggs? Then I'll fry another one."

"Thank you." Bai Xi didn't refuse, he stood by the pot idly, but after a while he was a little confused, "Is your dress not suitable?"

The loose round-neck T looks like a sack, covering Han Zhuo's whole body, and the trousers are a bit long, with the trouser legs rolled up in half, revealing the large size 48 slippers under his feet.

"There is nothing else to wear." Han Zhuo took the round sun eggs out of the pot, "There are clothes of this size in the closet, and this set is considered the smallest."

Bai Xi was a little dumbfounded.

Aunt Li bought the clothes, but that really doesn't count as her negligence.Because Mrs. Bai only said that she wanted to buy clothes for the new driver and bodyguard, she gestured to the clerk in the clothing store according to the size of the previous driver: "1.9 meters five is over, yes, yes, very tall, XXXL .”

"Actually, I'm not short, am I?" Han Zhuo smiled and handed him the plate, "Where are you going today?"

"You've just arrived, so rest first." Bai Xi leaned on the kitchen counter, rolling up bacon with a fork, "I'm not going to the company either, I'm going to the hospital to visit a friend."

"You'd better let me follow you." Han Zhuo lowered his voice, raised his chin towards the living room, "here."

Aunt Li was knitting a sweater with her fingers flying, looking murderous.

Bai Xi laughed happily, and nodded readily, "That's fine."

Mrs. Bai prepared a car for Han Zhuo two months ago. It was a BMW that Bai Xi drove when he was in college, and it was no different from the new one after maintenance.Since the morning rush hour has already passed, there are not many cars on the road. Bai Xi sat in the co-pilot and played mobile games for a while, but suddenly raised her head: "Turn around at the next intersection."

"Changed location?" Han Zhuo glanced at the navigation.

"Go and buy you two sets of clothes first." Bai Xi lifted his loose sleeves, "Singing is enough."

Han Zhuo raised the corner of his mouth: "Thank you."

"I'll sleep for a while, you drive directly to the Silver Building." Bai Xi threw the cushion behind the car.

Han Zhuo nodded, and considerately turned down the music in the car to the minimum. If there is a chant that seems like nothing, it is indeed very suitable for hypnosis.

Neither of them noticed that an inconspicuous black Audi was making a U-turn ahead.It drove into the side road silently, and finally stopped at the entrance of Mojin Hutong.

The owner of the noodle shop was squatting on the ground and brushing his teeth. He raised his head when he heard footsteps, and saw three law enforcement officers in blue uniforms.

"Hello, please show your business license." The other party sullenly.

The boss spit out a mouthful of foam and said vaguely: "What business license?"

"The business license of your noodle shop." The other party took off his big cap, "Someone reported that you operate without a license."

"This is not a noodle shop." The boss put the mouthwash cup on the window sill, "You have found the wrong person."

The other party looked around and put the big cap back on: "We also received reports from diners that you stole electricity."

boss:"……"

The car parked steadily at the door of the silver building. Just as Han Zhuo was about to wake Bai Xi up, his phone buzzed and vibrated.After pressing the answer button, a cadenced accusation came from the receiver: "This is really too much!"

"What happened?" Han Zhuo glanced at the people beside him.

The other party continued to babble, and described what happened just now in a very thick and sonorous tone. He was very angry and even a little hysterical.

"What's wrong?" Bai Xi sat up wrapped in a blanket.

"It's nothing." Han Zhuo adjusted the seat for him and said with a smile, "Good job."

"What did you do well?" Bai Xi asked casually.

"Report black shops." Han Zhuo unscrewed a bottle of water, "Drink slowly."

"Have you reported the black shop?" Bai Xi didn't wake up, he was talking hoarsely to himself, leaning on the seat to drink water.

The smile on Han Zhuo's face froze slightly: "That noodle shop, didn't you report them to operate without a license?"

"I'm so bored." Bai Xi finally came to her senses at this moment, "That black shop was reported? No, how did you know?"

……

Han Zhuo pointed to the stereo: "It is said in the news that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau received a report and raided the shantytowns today."

"Go ahead and check, that shop is a scam, and the hygiene is still worrying, so don't eat there in the future." Bai Xi didn't care, "Let's go, go shopping for clothes."

"Okay." Han Zhuo nodded and smiled at him again, "You get off first, I'll find a place to park the car."

There is an office building nearby, so there is a shortage of parking spaces. Han Zhuo drove around in the underground garage and dialed the phone back.

"I'm fine, but they took Lao Zhou away." The other party was still roaring in a straight voice.

Han Zhuo hung up the phone and gradually frowned.

The black Audi drove along the elevated road all the way to the suburbs.In addition to the three "law enforcement officers" in the car, there was also a tall and burly man. He was the "Old Zhou" in the mouth of the noodle shop owner. Hero, Zhou Jinshan.