you are deep in the stars

Suburbs, high-tech zones.

With the vigorous support of the government in the past two years, there are many office buildings here and there. During the day, people are buzzing and bustling. At night, it becomes another completely different world, like a dense ghost town standing in the mist. , very quiet and deserted.

Although there are also newly built residential areas nearby, and the sales are extremely hot, but because the surrounding facilities are not perfect, most of them are vacant and waiting for appreciation. Few people actually live in. A 31-story apartment has only one window. Light shines through.

Zhao Xiaojuan was standing in front of the French window blankly.

Looking at the dark and silent environment in front of her, she felt extremely uneasy, her fingers were unconsciously twisted together tightly, and the joints were almost white.

Suddenly footsteps came from behind.

The person who came was a man in his fifties, with a moderate build and long hair. His face was full of beards, and his face was thin, but his spirit was not decadent. He was wearing a white denim jacket that was very popular among young people. very energetic.

"Don't come here!" Zhao Xiaojuan took two steps back in horror.

"OK, I won't come." He raised his hands to show a compromise, and sighed helplessly, "I thought that after introducing myself, our relationship would become more harmonious, at least not so tense."

"I don't know you." Zhao Xiaojuan shrank in the corner.

"Blood relationship is an objective fact, and it has nothing to do with whether you admit it or recognize it." The man helped her make a cup of hot tea, "I think you need to calm down first."

Zhao Xiaojuan did not take the teacup, and was still full of vigilance.In fact, she is completely incapable of distinguishing whether the man in front of her is really her biological father or just a kidnapper with smooth words.

"Think about it, how I brought you here." The man sat on the sofa, "The same ability as you, this is the best evidence."

Zhao Xiaojuan did not speak. She was walking in the park that day when she was suddenly grabbed by a strange man and slammed into a wall at a very fast speed. The two passed through to the other side of the wall, where an unremarkable black car was waiting.

In front of him, Zhao Xiaojuan had almost no ability to resist. Within an hour, she changed from Mrs. Huang to a missing person.

The man claimed to be her father, named Wu Zigang, currently a doctor of medicine.

"I didn't abandon you back then, but your mother quarreled with me. She took you away from home and never heard from her again." Wu Zigang sighed, "I've been looking for you for many years."

"Then... what about her?" Zhao Xiaojuan asked hesitantly.

"I don't know, I hope that one day I can find your mother like I found you." Wu Zigang looked at her, "Actually, I already confirmed your identity a few months ago, but I never thought about asking Do something, because you seem to be doing well."

Zhao Xiaojuan lowered her head, she felt that the last sentence sounded a bit ironic.

"But then I found out that you just seemed to be 'living well'." Wu Zigang motioned her to sit next to him, "So I think we should find a way to get you away from Huang Jingyuan and that couple, the farther the better. "

Zhao Xiaojuan raised her head and looked at him: "That couple?"

Wu Zigang keenly grasped her meaning, so he comforted him: "If you don't like these four words, I can change my name, but in fact, don't mind, I really don't have any malice."

Zhao Xiaojuan didn't make a sound.

Wu Zigang continued: "Of course I am very grateful to them for raising you up. As for what they did in the later period, it was only because they were deceived by Huang Jingyuan. They still cared about you in essence. I understand very well."

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Xiaojuan asked.

"I just said that I want you to leave Huang Jingyuan. He is one of the people in charge of the underground warehouse. Do you know what kind of organization that is?" Wu Zigang asked.

Zhao Xiaojuan shook her head.

"The truth may be cruel, but you have to accept it." Wu Zigang retrieved some information from the computer, and sighed silently, "Let's see for yourself first."

Zhao Xiaojuan held out her hand hesitantly.

A gust of wind whizzed past the window, shaking the street lamps, so the halo became blurred, and the world became blurred.

Bai Xi was sitting on the bed with a cup of hot milk in his hands, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking?" Han Zhuo knocked on the door, "Can I come in?"

"Of course." Bai Xi nodded, and put the cup on the bedside table, "I'm thinking about Zhao Xiaojuan."

"Eleven o'clock in the night, it should be your rest time." Han Zhuo sat by the bed, "I'm also looking into Zhao Xiaojuan's affairs, don't worry too much, she can penetrate walls, theoretically, no one can imprison her." she."

"But she definitely didn't escape by herself, but was coerced." Bai Xi said, "After all, she cares so much about her parents, how could she leave alone."

"At present, Zhao Yuejin and his wife are not in danger." Han Zhuo helped him put the pillow, and said suddenly, "The pajamas are very cute."

Bai Xi didn't react: "Huh?"

Han Zhuo smiled and said, "There are many little stars."

"My mother bought it, she likes these childish and pink things, and she has the same taste as Liu Chunchun." Bai Xi complained, pulling on her pajamas, "But no one else can see it, it doesn't matter, as long as she is happy."

"Such a warm little pajamas should be accompanied by a warm dream, not an underground warehouse and a disappearance case." Han Zhuo smiled, "Besides, tomorrow is the first day of work in Chunchun, you can't be late, and you have to give the employees due respect .”

"What about you?" Bai Xi asked, "Are you going to look at the stars in the garden downstairs again?"

Han Zhuo nodded: "This is the most relaxing moment for me every day."

"Okay, good night." Bai Xi lay flat.

"Good night." Han Zhuo stood up.

"Wait a minute!" Bai Xi suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"You want little Xing Xing again?" Mr. Han looked at him with a smile.

"No, finish this glass of milk for me, don't waste it." Bai Xi pointed to the bedside table, "Otherwise Aunt Li will be nagging again tomorrow."

Han Zhuo tried to refuse: "I don't like drinking milk."

But Bai Xi's eyes were very earnest, and he said, "A glass of milk before going to bed makes the alien strong."

Mr. Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and held up the glass in admiration: "Okay, let's not make an example."

Bai Xi gave him a victory gesture, and lay back in satisfaction: "I wish you a happy relaxation in the small garden!"

Sugar was added to the milk, so Han Zhuo was going to brush his teeth first, but when he went downstairs, he bumped into Mrs. Bai.

"Shh - is Xiaobai still asleep?" She asked softly.

"Shouldn't be asleep yet." Han Zhuo glanced upstairs, "What's the matter?"

"Guess what day tomorrow is?" Mrs. Bai walked into the kitchen, where an old hen was cooking in an electric stew pot, planning to make soup to taste delicious.

"It should be a very grand day for Mrs. Bai to cook the dishes herself." Han Zhuo stood at the door of the kitchen, "I can't guess what it is?"

"It's Xiaobai's birthday." Mrs. Bai smiled, "Didn't he tell you?"

"...No." Han Zhuo was a little surprised, "I'm sorry, I didn't prepare a gift."

"You don't need to prepare gifts, Xiaobai won't care about these." Mrs. Bai gently put the lid back on the pot, and said, "Remember to go home on time for dinner tomorrow, and don't work overtime."

Han Zhuo nodded: "Okay, you also go to bed early."

This season, there is no green in the small garden, it is very depressed and deserted, but it can also make people more sober.On the clear and high sky, there are many stars twinkling in pieces. Tomorrow should be a very sunny day.

Han Zhuo didn't drink, he stood alone on the terrace for 15 minutes, and then took another look at the second floor, the dim light was still on.

There is 1 minute left, which is twelve midnight.

He stared at the pointer on his wrist, watching the long and thin second hand spin around, and finally landed on the number "12".

A bunch of beautiful little stars floated up to the balcony, but the route was blocked by the glass door, and they stopped pitifully in place, only a faint light penetrated through the curtains.

Bai Xi threw off the quilt happily, and ran barefoot to open the balcony door.

The little stars scattered in the air with a "crash", like fireflies floating in a world.

"You didn't sleep well." Han Zhuo looked at him with a smile, "Happy birthday."

"So you know." Bai Xi lay on the fence, her eyes sparkling, "Apart from Little Xingxing, are there any gifts?"

Um?Han Zhuo thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows: "Yes, I will give it to you tomorrow."

"This is the first gift I have received from an alien planet." Bai Xi emphasized in a low voice.

Mr. Han nodded: "So I will work hard to live up to your expectations."

Bai Xi smiled: "Then I'm going to bed, and you should go to bed early too."

"See you tomorrow." Han Zhuo raised the corner of his mouth, "Have a sweet dream like cotton candy."

……

Early the next morning, there was a crisp sound of pots and bowls colliding in the kitchen. Aunt Li gave full play to her chef's true qualities, with a vigorous figure, and almost pulled out a one-meter-long ramen.

Bai Xi said to Mr. Han from the bottom of her heart: "I think I can live to be two hundred years old."

"That's good." Han Zhuo helped him open the chair, and joked in a low voice, "If you become a little old man, will you still like Little Xingxing?"

Bai Xi stretched out her hand.

Mr. Han quickly put down a fine halo in his hand.

"Cough!" Aunt Li suddenly appeared at the kitchen door.

"Good morning!" Bai Xi quickly put the little star into his pocket, with a sunny and innocent expression.

"What are you doing again?" Aunt Li looked suspiciously at Mr. Han.

"I... didn't do anything." Han Zhuo stood behind Bai Xi with a gentle smile, "Really."

Can't even find an excuse?

Aunt Li sighed deeply.

Oh, Mr. Bodyguard.

What a disappointment.