you are deep in the stars

The weather forecast was right, the cold snap coming from the northeast was really cold, especially at midnight.

Han Zhuo didn't drive, he walked through the garden of the community and went straight out of the gate.

The security guard looked at the two of them in surprise, and hurried forward to ask, "Mr. Bai, where are you going? Do you need help?"

Bai Xi shook his head, he forced a smile, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, we just went out to meet a friend."

"Then bring a coat, it's very cold." The security guard hurriedly took a military coat from the guard room, and when he came out again, Bai Xi's back had disappeared at the corner of the street.

The street was very quiet, except for the whimpering wind and the rustling of fallen leaves, almost no other sounds could be heard.Han Zhuo didn't say where he was going, and Bai Xi didn't ask either. He just wrapped his coat tightly and followed silently, walked through the street and turned into the alley, passing dim street lights along the way, with Christmas lights hanging on them. Decorated windows, a mobile breakfast cart covered with tarpaulins, and finally into an empty and silent park.

The cold wind was like a sharp knife, it had already made his feet lose feeling, and the thin pajama pants couldn't keep out the cold, so Bai Xi brought his hands to his mouth, and took a breath of hot air to keep warm.

"Come here." Han Zhuo called him.

Bai Xi walked forward, there was nothing there, only a few huge wall landscape lights.

Han Zhuo shook his wrist, and pressed his palm directly on the glass of the wall lamp without any warning.

Bai Xi was taken aback. The high temperature of more than two hundred degrees hit him instantly. He instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but Han Zhuo firmly suppressed him, and was forced to continue to endure the stinging and burning sensation like fine needles.

"This is a temperature you can fully accept." Han Zhuo let go of his hand and ordered, "One hour."

Under the stimulation of the strong light in front of him, Bai Xi couldn't open his eyes at all. The burning of his palms was in stark contrast to the coldness of his legs. The brief loss of vision also made him feel a little helpless, but he still stubbornly did not make a sound. , and continued to stand motionless.

Han Zhuo untied the tie around his neck, and stepped forward to cover Bai Xi's eyes, so that he would not be disturbed by the strong light—Mrs. The sultry son would actually do such a boring thing with a tie at midnight.

An hour is not too short, at least for the current Bai Xi, every second of time is as long as a century.What Han Zhuo said is not wrong, this is indeed a temperature he can accept, but it is definitely not easy.In recent years, there have been many social news reports that children are often scalded by landscape lights. The reporter has conducted experiments on the spot and confirmed that the surface of the lights is at a temperature that can cook steaks and eggs.

At the beginning, Bai Xi was still counting the seconds silently in his heart, but after only 15 minutes, he had to concentrate on making the temperature of his palm as consistent as possible with the lamp wall.Because if it is too low, it will undoubtedly be burned, and if the temperature is too high, he can't guarantee whether this fragile transparent material will melt, leak electricity, or simply burst into slag.

The cold weather, the high-strung nerves, the burning heat in the palms, the stiff body and legs, and the deathly silence all around were bad things.Bai Xi bit his lower lip, his heart seemed to be filled with a dark cloud of grievances and fullness, so sour that he could accept harsh training, but he didn't want to do it in this way at all—starting with his own worries , ending with being punished.

Han Zhuo, however, did not speak from the beginning to the end. He sat on a bench not far away, until the hour hand of the watch slowly moved one frame, and the figure wrapped in the strong light began to shake, and then he reached out to catch him.

Bai Xi was sweating profusely, her teeth were clenched tightly, and her lips were dry and cracked.

"Don't open your eyes yet," Han Zhuo said.

Bai Xi vaguely agreed, only felt that she was hugged by him, and then lost her sanity for a while, only remembering that someone said in the dream, Xinghai Road.

"Aren't you going to the hospital?" The taxi driver confirmed again, "Your friend seems to be very ill."

"It's okay, let's go to Xinghai Road." Han Zhuo wrapped his cold legs, and then said, "Please turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, thank you."

The taxi driver agreed, stepped on the accelerator, and sent the two of them to their destination at the speed of a racing car, for fear that the half-dead passenger in the back seat would have an accident in his car.

Although she was put back on the warm and soft bed, Bai Xi was still unconscious, and she frowned and moaned only when she felt a tingling pain in her palm again.

Han Zhuo is helping him with his burns. Although he has a different physique than ordinary people, after a long time of high-temperature roasting and a moment of unconsciousness, Bai Xi's palm was still scalded with blisters. The current situation looks a little bit Tragic.

"Hiss..." He gasped.

"Don't move." Han Zhuo carefully applied ointment to the wound, and wrapped it with a clean bandage, "Don't get wet recently."

Bai Xi withdrew her hand, and replied in a muffled voice: "Yes."

"Don't want to see me?" Han Zhuo asked him.

Bai Xi raised her head and looked at him blankly.

Han Zhuo raised the corner of his mouth and wiped off the wetness under his eyelashes with his thumb, and said in a gentle voice, "Men are not allowed to cry."

"I'm going to bed." Bai Xi turned her head and asked in a low voice, "What time do you get up tomorrow?"

"You can sleep until you wake up naturally." Han Zhuo stood up, "Then we'll discuss what's going on tonight."

Bai Xi wrapped herself in a quilt and lay down with her back to the door.

Han Zhuo helped him turn off the light, and the room fell into darkness again.

Although he stayed up all night, Bai Xi was not sleepy at all. After tossing and turning on the bed for half an hour, he simply sat up and planned to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator to drink. When he walked into the living room, he found that Han Zhuo hadn't slept either. Standing on the balcony and smoking.

Bai Xi staggered his gaze, and opened the refrigerator door by herself.

Han Zhuo put out the cigarette butt, and strode forward to take away the ice water: "I'll heat it up for you."

"No need." Bai Xi's voice was hoarse, "I'm a little thirsty."

Han Zhuo tried the temperature on his forehead and frowned: "You have a slight fever."

Bai Xi lowered his hands, he was a little dissatisfied with his body, it was cold and hot for more than two hours, but it was only a slight fever, why can't it be a coma and a high fever that doesn't subside, so at least he doesn't have to stand here awkwardly.

"Good night." He said, then turned and went back to the bedroom, and crawled back into bed without saying a word.

There was a slight sound from the kitchen, and 5 minutes later, Han Zhuo came in with a glass of water, which was warm and slightly sweet, with a little honey added.

Bai Xi held the cup and kept her head down: "Thank you."

Han Zhuo looked at him: "Huh?"

Bai Xi raised her left hand, which was wrapped into a small rice dumpling, and rubbed it vigorously on her face.

Han Zhuo held his wrist and took a tissue to help him wipe away his tears.

Bai Xi stuffed the water glass back to him indiscriminately, then snatched the paper and blew his nose, his eyes were reddened in embarrassment, and he refused to look up.

"Are you wronged?" Han Zhuo asked him.

With a strong nasal voice, Bai Xi contradicted him for the second time: "You just don't make sense!"

"You asked for it yourself, devil training." Han Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to wipe his tears with his hand, "Who would try to reason with the devil?"

Bai Xi: "..."

"That's it, okay?" Han Zhuo looked at him, "It turns out that you don't seem to be very suitable for this kind of training."

Bai Xi patted his hand off, still refusing to speak.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Han Zhuo asked again.

Bai Xi lay back on the bed wrapped in a quilt, refusing to communicate with him again.

After a while, the light around him suddenly dimmed, and the bed was also pushed down by gravity.

"Hello!" Bai Xi sat up and said with wide eyes, "Who allowed you to sleep on my bed?"

"Since you don't want to sleep, let's advance the conversation time." Mr. Han took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table, "About what I did and saw during the time I disappeared .”

Bai Xi asked: "Have you gone to find Wu Zigang?"

Han Zhuo nodded: "Did Daisy tell you?"

"I guessed it myself." Bai Xi said, "So you really went to find him, where is it?"

"In the garbage disposal center we visited, the crying you heard that night is not wrong." Bai Xi said, "It is a secret experiment center, controlled by the third laboratory."

Girls who died tragically, deformed babies, and countless cold corpses of supernatural beings, once confirmed to be of no research value, these would all be incinerated, leaving only box after box of ashes neatly placed in the warehouse below Here, that may be the conscience and humanity that Wu Zigang touts himself - at least they will not leave even ashes like the experimental subjects belonging to the underground warehouse.

"You mean, that girl died in front of you?" Bai Xi's scalp tingled.

"There's also her child, who couldn't hold on for an hour, and..." Han Zhuo didn't say the last part of the sentence, didn't talk about those deformed and bloody pictures, but said, "The reality is really cruel, even I can't bear it." There is no guarantee what you will encounter in the future."

Bai Xi clenched her fist unconsciously.

"So I don't mind letting you try, what is the real harsh training, although it is far from the real devil, even more like a child's play." Han Zhuo held his wrist, "here When you really need to face life and death, no one will help you cover your eyes, and no one will help you treat your wounds, everything depends on yourself, understand?"

Bai Xi sniffled: "Yes."

"Are you still angry?" Han Zhuo asked.

Bai Xi thought for a while: "To the teacher or to the friend?"

Mr. Han: "..."

Why should this be divided.

After a moment of silence, Han Zhuo said, "Teacher."

Bai Xi shook her head: "Not angry."

Han Zhuo probed again: "Friend?"

Bai Xi started to choke up again, and he said angrily, "Get out now!"

Mr. Han suppressed a smile and said calmly, "Oh."

Bai Xi dragged the pillow and patted wildly.

"Be careful of the wound." Han Zhuo wrapped his arms around him, "Okay, okay, I admit my mistake, as a friend, huh?"

Bai Xi pulled his clothes to wipe his nose, and complained strongly: "You are lying on my bed wearing dirty pants that have been on a park chair!"

"I apologize," Mr. Han tugged at his wet shirt, "but you don't look like a clean freak."

Bai Xi got out of bed with the pillow in her arms, and went straight to the guest room.

Change bed tonight.

"Do you want Little Xingxing?" Mr. Han appeared at the door again.

"No!" Bai Xi refused.

Mr. Han reminded him: "But in this case, Little Xingxing will really be sad."

Bai Xi pulled the quilt to cover her head, and wrapped herself into a tight, wounded, depressed, angry, small cocoon.

Fuck you little star!