you are deep in the stars

As expected, Bai Xi was really shocked. First, it was because of Mr. Han's magical ability, and second, it was also because of this huge garbage dump—he really didn't want to admit that it was the first time in his life that he was so cool. The teleportation was actually contributed to waste plastic bottles and tattered books and newspapers.

Another gust of gloomy wind was blowing in front of him. This time, apart from the unbearable smell, there was also the ice-like coldness, and even the cracks in the bones began to ache.Bai Xi couldn't help but coughed twice, Han Zhuo took off his windbreaker to wrap him up, and asked, "Is this your...favorite place?"

Although the two are in an awkward situation, there is no blame in his tone, only puzzlement and doubt, and even the doubt is extremely gentle.

Bai Xi immediately denied it, you are the one who likes the junkyard the most.

Han Zhuo looked at the empty mineral water bottle in his hand again.

So Bai Xi felt a little guilty, because before going to the place he wanted to go the most, he did have a short moment to think about where to put the garbage.

Seeing the other party's flickering eyes, Mr. Han couldn't laugh or cry, he could only say: "This is not an example."

We can wait until next time to talk about it next time, but can we leave first this time? After all, the environment is really bad.Thinking of this, Bai Xi hugged Han Zhuo resolutely, buried her face in his smelly sweater, and said in a muffled voice, "I want the bathroom at home. You are responsible for the transfer. One, two, three, start!"

Han Zhuo: "..."

The surrounding fields are empty, only the howling wind, sharp as a ghost's horn.

Half a minute later, Bai Xi hesitated and opened his eyes, only to find that he was still standing in the same place, still far away from the warm and clean bathroom at home.

"Has your ability failed?" He asked carefully, his teeth chattering from the cold.

Han Zhuo fastened the windbreaker buttons for him: "Only when I'm close to that building, can I take you anywhere."

It was only then that Bai Xi realized that there was still a space limitation.

But what now?

"Come on." Han Zhuo turned on the light of his phone and held him with the other hand, "Be careful of your feet."

Bai Xi agreed, and walked back behind him for a while. For some reason, he suddenly became less depressed, and even thought he was a bit cool—on a night with a bright moon and few stars, a huge warehouse like a mountain, The wind whimpered and roared, the surrounding fields were quiet and treacherous, and the world seemed to have turned into an illusory upside-down Rubik's Cube at this moment. Everything was so inconsistent and unreal, and the only thing that could be perceived and trusted was the temperature from each other's palms.

"What are you thinking?" Han Zhuo asked, "You seem to be in a good mood."

"Does this look like the end of the world, and we are fleeing together?" Bai Xi wrapped her windbreaker tightly, "Or is she planning to use the identity of a supernatural being to save the world."

"I said before that the world doesn't need to be saved." Han Zhuo shook his head, "The superhumans have never thought of conquering the earth, let alone have such powerful abilities."

But it is always possible to think about it, to have fun while suffering.After a while, Bai Xi asked curiously again: "Apart from little stars and teleportation, what superpowers do you have?"

"Huh?" Han Zhuo thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows, "I won't tell you."

Bai Xi pouted.

There are no little stars, and they have to be tricky when they talk.

Today's Mr. Han is an unpleasant and stingy Mr. Han.

An hour later, the hike under the moonlight continued.Bai Xi's cheeks were icy cold from the wind, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead. The journey was so long that it seemed that it would never end. If he didn't have a mobile phone to locate him, he would almost suspect that he was teleported to a strange garbage planet .

"You're so tired from walking, do you still want to save the world now, Little Superman?" Han Zhuo smiled and stopped, squatting down slightly in front of him, "Come up."

"...No, no, no." Bai Xi was stunned for a moment, and then quickly waved her hands, "What a shame, I'm fine."

"It will get colder and colder in the second half of the night." Han Zhuo frowned, "You will catch a cold."

Bai Xi shook her head: "No, I'm not cold at all."

"Really don't want to recite?" Han Zhuo asked again.

Bai Xi still persisted.

"Okay." Han Zhuo stood up straight, and hooked his fingers at him again.

"What?" Bai Xi stepped forward cooperatively, thinking that he was going to say something, but Mr. Han easily hugged him with one arm, and then walked out with big strides in his arms.

"Hey, hey!" Bai Xi was quite shocked, "Put me down quickly."

The corner of Han Zhuo's mouth curled up, but he didn't stop. His arm was like an iron hoop, and even though the person in his arms exhausted all his strength, he couldn't break free.

"You are simply... a pervert and a strong monster." Bai Xi pulled his hair.

"Don't make trouble." Han Zhuo supported his back with the other hand, "I'm going to fall."

"Wait, wait!" Bai Xi suddenly covered his mouth.

"Huh?" Han Zhuo was puzzled.

"There seems to be someone, did you hear it?" Bai Xi lowered his voice.

Han Zhuo listened carefully for a long time, only the wind whimpered in his ears, so he shook his head and asked, "What did you hear?"

"No? Someone seemed to be crying just now." Bai Xi hesitated to finish this sentence, but felt a little panicked, so she said, "It's probably the wind, let's go quickly."

Han Zhuo smiled and continued to lead him towards the exit.

In the inconspicuous part of the wall, several cameras are silently following the heat source, and the dim red halo is like pairs of eyes floating in the night, weird and bloody.

……

When the two of them got home that night, it was almost four o'clock in the morning. Bai Xi fell asleep after taking a shower, and didn't wake up until lunch. Before she had time to wash her face and brush her teeth, she called Liu Chunchun first, fully expressing the friendship between friends. love and care.

"I, I, I... feel okay." Liu Chunchun's voice was obviously crying, and he sounded very panicked, "It's just that the plates of Hermes at home are flying around, I'm afraid."

Bai Xi yawned and said, "Goodbye."

Liu Chunchun threw away his mobile phone, embraced the teapot flying towards him with open arms, and just put it back in its place in a hurry, when a spoon came "swish", followed by a rattling sugar bowl.

All this turmoil is because Mr. Wang is having lunch.

After experiencing the initial anxiety of revealing his identity, he has completely recovered at this moment, and he is too lazy to make any cover-ups, so Liu Chunchun is forced to watch the flying bathrobe, the flying coffee machine, and the flying plates , everything that can fly, and in the same hour, get [-] miserably hits in the head with a spoon in a row.

Wang Yuanchen supported his head with one hand, held a coffee cup without a spoon in the other hand, and said expressionlessly, "Block the road."

Liu Chunchun was physically and mentally exhausted and weak to protest, alien friends should also pay attention to the Basic Law, at least give me some time to adapt.

Mr. Wang was in a good mood, he hooked his fingers, and sprinkled a handful of beautiful gemstones on the coffee table in the living room, splashing in all directions, like a bright and gorgeous rain of stars.

Liu Chunchun came one step too late and couldn't stop him, so he could only stare dumbfounded at what happened, and squatted on the carpet resignedly, picking up diamonds with old eyesight, working hard like Cinderella digging beans in the ashes.

"I can't do without picking it up." He cried and called Han Zhuo, "Kick your feet."

Bai Xi was holding an ice cream at the side hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

"You don't care about Brother Bai!" Liu Chunchun condemned in grief and indignation.

"Probably not." Mr. Han glanced at his watch and explained with a good attitude, "It's not yet 06:30, Mr. Bai is still my boss, and I have no right to control him."

Liu Chunchun felt tight in his chest: "It's 29:[-] now."

"It's not enough by one minute." Han Zhuo hung up the phone, and the second hand just overlapped with 1, so he said, "OK, it's okay now. The weather is too cold recently, so I will eat less ice cream in the future."

"Yes, Teacher Han!" Bai Xi dug the last spoonful, "Let's order takeaway tonight, I have to work overtime."

"Go back to work, okay?" Han Zhuo closed his computer, "There will be another cold snap tonight, and it will be very cold at midnight."

"Really?" Bai Xi didn't think too much about it, since she heard what he said, she readily agreed and went home with the documents to work overtime and drink chicken soup.

The lights in the villa were dim, and Aunt Li was holding a woolen basket, watching Bai Xi eat while teaching. There was never enough money to be made, and the most important thing was to be in good health. She worked overtime every day, knew about sub-health, and had been on the news broadcast.

"I know, I know." Bai Xi is the best at coaxing her, nodding her head while eating, "I will definitely pay attention in the future."

"This way you are obedient." Aunt Li was really satisfied, and asked again, "Where is Mr. Han?"

"Going out." Bai Xi gnawed on the chicken leg, "I want to find a friend." He said this vaguely, and he just wanted to get over it quickly. In fact, Han Zhuo said that he was going to the bar on Qiye Road, because of Zhao Xiaojuan's affairs. .

But Aunt Li just said casually, "Oh."

Wherever love goes.

Not interested at all.

……

A taxi parked steadily near the office building, and Han Zhuo handed the driver 100 yuan, looking in a hurry.

He actually planned to visit the junkyard again.

According to the data, it was originally a small town, but the environmental pollution caused by the electronic component factory caused the residents to relocate collectively, and Shishui Town became a Shishui garbage dump.

The crying that Bai Xi heard last night was not wrong, the sobbing was mixed in the wind and it was clearly distinguishable.In fact, there is no need to guess, Han Zhuo can already estimate where the sound is coming from, but he still decided to verify it himself, and find out that the forces behind this hidden research institute are Shi Tian's underground warehouse and Wu Zigang's third laboratory , or something else.

The surrounding scene shook slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, the surrounding area had indeed turned into a huge mountain of rubbish.This time he was alone. Mr. Han took out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth and nose. He didn't want to endure the disgusting smell here for a minute, let alone telling jokes and stories.

The wind was still cold, rustling thousands of garbage bags, and they piled up in the dark, casting ugly, alien-like shadows on the ground.

Han Zhuo sneezed involuntarily.

It's not a cold, it's not a fever, it's just a very uncomfortable nose.

At the same moment there was another cry, this time it sounded like a tiny baby.

Han Zhuo was hidden in the darkness and walked over quietly.