you are deep in the stars

Looking at the midnight ghost on the screen with its bloody mouth open, Bai Xi finally accepted Mr. Han's proposal, intending to end this horrifying and terrifying movie watching experience early, but before the two of them walked out of the screening hall, a The ending song was already buzzing, and a large group of miserable female ghosts wore red ribbons around their waists, singing and dancing together, singing "Today is a good day", using auspicious gongs and drums to celebrate the festivities every year.

Bai Xi couldn't bear it anymore and said that this was simply the worst movie he had ever seen.

Han Zhuo suppressed his laughter, first took him downstairs and ordered seafood casserole porridge, and then covered the other's cold hand into his own: "Okay, okay, let's eat something warm first."

Bai Xi said weakly: "Yes."

This porridge shop is quite famous, and the serving speed is also very fast.Han Zhuo helped him serve a small bowl of hot porridge: "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn it."

"What are you doing--" Seeing his horrific hand, Bai Xi was shocked at first, but before the shock was over, she quickly realized her mistake, so she sat up straight with a guilty conscience, and moaned, "I'm sorry. "

"I'm sorry and it's over?" Han Zhuo teased him.

"Then what else should I do?" Bai Xi stretched out her hand in front of him, "Either I will call you back."

With a "snap", someone slapped two movie tickets into his hand.

Bai Xi: "..."

Han Zhuo: "..."

The other party was a man in his 30s, with a half-length ponytail and a beaming expression, with a salesman's professional smile on his face: "Gentlemen, here are free movie tickets and free hawthorn Soda and strawberry popcorn."

An ominous premonition welled up in Bai Xi's heart.

Sure enough, the other party continued to say enthusiastically: "Director Mark Lee's latest masterpiece, the pinnacle of domestic school horror suspense love action movies, "The Big Hawthorn of Love"."

Bai Xi resolutely stuffed the movie ticket back into his pocket: "Thank you, we've already seen it."

The other party's expression suddenly became more magical: "Did you pay for it yourself?"

"Otherwise?" Bai Xi stepped back, "You'd better go and deliver it to someone else, it's almost expired."

"Don't worry!" The other party dragged a chair, put "Kang Dang" opposite him, took out a recording pen from nowhere, and poked it straight to Bai Xi's mouth, "What do you think of this movie?" ?”

Bai Xi: "..."

Han Zhuo has been sitting beside him playing with his mobile phone with his head down, and he doesn't seem to be listening to the conversation between the two of them.

"Don't be nervous, you can speak slowly." The other party's eyes were full of expectation, almost shining brightly.

"I--"

"We think it's great." Bai Xi hadn't spoken yet, but Mr. Han suddenly interrupted. He pushed the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he looked exceptionally refined, elegant, and credible. "The suspenseful part , surpassing even Alfred Hitchcock."

Bai Xi looked at him with rather admiring eyes, which can be pulled out against conscience.

The man choked and burst into tears: "Really?"

"Really." Mr. Han said, "so you have to give out these two movie tickets as soon as possible, so that more people can enjoy this excellent movie."

"Thank you!" The man stood up, bowed to the two, and then disappeared in front of the seafood porridge shop like the wind.

"What's going on?" Bai Xi was puzzled.

Han Zhuo pushed the phone in front of him: "I just found it."

The photo with a serious face on the screen is the long-haired man just now, named Mark Lee, the chief director of "The Big Hawthorn of Love".

Bai Xi was surprised and said, "Director?"

"Yeah." Han Zhuo helped him pick up some food, "Eat."

"No wonder he was so serious just now." Bai Xi stirred the porridge twice with a spoon, and then asked, "Then why did you lie to him that the movie is good?"

"He was very happy just now." Han Zhuo didn't care.

"I'm very happy, but you know it's not true, the movie is really bad." Bai Xi emphasized, "You should be honest about all the shortcomings, so that he can improve in the future." Instead of making such bad movies all the time. piece.

"But I didn't care about the content of the movie at all, and you kept pinching my hand." Han Zhuo smiled, "Don't worry, this is a real world, even if there are my irresponsible lies, the audience and the box office will wake him up."

Bai Xi said, "No."

"You are really kind." Han Zhuo put the peeled crab claws into his bowl, "reward."

Aside from this episode, the meal was quite good, the porridge was very sweet and the side dishes were refreshing.

The haze brought by the horror movie was finally dispelled. Bai Xi dragged Han Zhuo back to the shopping mall, planning to buy a birthday gift for Aunt Li's little granddaughter, but when passing by the movie theater, she happened to run into the director Mark Li—he was squatting pitifully at the door, looking enviously at the audience who had just finished watching a Hollywood blockbuster, holding crumpled movie tickets that couldn't be given away, and his red eyes looked like Already on the verge of crying.

"Xiaobai!" Han Zhuo frowned and called him.

Bai Xi ran all the way to Mark Lee: "Give it to me!"

The other party was obviously shocked.

"I want to watch it again." Bai Xi said.

Han Zhuo: "..."

Mark Lee wiped his face with his sleeve: "Really?"

"Go!" Overbearing Xiaobai always took the movie ticket from him, "I'll watch it with you!"

Mark Lee hurriedly followed up.

Mr. Han couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to contribute a huge sum of 98 yuan again, and bought a ticket to follow in.

The familiar screams sounded again in the auditorium.

……

Two hours later, Mark Lee said solemnly and gratefully, "Thank you."

"Thank you for inviting me to watch the movie." Bai Xi shook hands with him, "I hope you can make good works that are really popular in the future."

"I will definitely work hard." Mark Lee seemed to have remembered something, and quickly took out a small delicate box from his bag, and stuffed it into Bai Xi's hands, "Thank you!"

"Hello!" Before Bai Xi could react, the other party had already turned around and rushed into the elevator, leaving only one sentence, "It's worthless, thank you very much tonight, and see you later!"

"Okay." Bai Xi smiled, "Goodbye."

"What gift?" Han Zhuo asked.

Bai Xi carefully pulled away the delicate ribbon, and the gift box automatically opened to all sides, revealing the limited edition items of "The Big Hawthorn of Love" - ​​a murderous heroine with pitch-black eyes and a bloody mouth.

Bai Xi: "..."

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Watching horror movies twice in a row, and receiving a curse-like gift, the aftereffects brought about are also very direct - as soon as Bai Xi closes his eyes, Bai Xi feels that he has also become a midnight hawthorn.So that night, after taking a shower, he decisively went to Mr. Han's bedroom to send an invitation: "Playing games?"

"Don't fight." Refused × 1.

"What about comedies?"

"Don't look." Rejected ×2.

"Fighting the Landlord?"

Reject ×3.

……

Reject ×N.

Bai Xi said, "Oh."

Han Zhuo leaned against the bed, holding a book in his hand, smiling kindly: "You should go back to sleep."

Bai Xi hugged the pillow, and moved backwards slowly and unwillingly, at a speed comparable to that of a turtle crawling.

Han Zhuo continued, "Please close the door for me."

Bai Xi reached out and grabbed the doorknob.

Icy.

Like a big hawthorn.

So in the next second, he walked to the bed calmly, lifted the quilt, climbed in, lay down, and said, "Good night."

Who can refuse a sweet-smelling toffee that voluntarily gets into the bed?

Mr. Han can't.

He propped his head up and looked at the people around him with interest.

"Please, that bad movie is really horrible." Bai Xi cried.

"Okay, I'll lend you half a bed." Han Zhuo said with a smile, "Sleep well."

Bai Xi felt relieved: "Yes."

The bedside lamp was turned to the darkest, and the starlight poured in through the window screen.

The night with Mr. Han by his side is the most secure night.

Bai Xi slept soundly, those horrible and bad images didn't seem to have invaded his dreams.In the middle of the night, Han Zhuo raised the quilt for him, and combed the hanging hair with his fingers, his movements were very gentle and careful.

A dizzy little star landed on the pillow, emitting a warm yellow light, like a dancing candle, making Bai Xi's facial features clearer and softer. His eyelashes are very long, and the bridge of his nose is straight , the transitional period between adolescence and youth, made him look like a plump and fresh fruit, full of youthful vigor and vitality.

Bai Xi turned over in her dream, Mr. Han squeezed his fingers, and the peeping little star was quickly extinguished.

However, Bai Xi didn't wake up, and his breathing soon became long again.Han Zhuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep, but became more and more awake instead, so he glanced to the side unconsciously—and immediately had a new trouble besides insomnia.

Bai Xi was afraid of the cold, so she wore neat pajamas and long-sleeved trousers that covered her tightly, only revealing a section of her fair neck.But it happened that this small piece of skin could not be called bare at all, but it quickly ignited a flame in Han Zhuo's blood. Apart from the dryness and heat, it also excited a certain part of him that must be said.

Vigorous and exuberant.

……

Han Zhuo cursed secretly. Even in the most impulsive adolescence, he never felt that he would be so irresistible to the temptation, not to mention that it was just a piece of neck, everyone has the same shape, and it is exposed to the wind every day. Akira.

But the body is honest, and so is the brain.

In order to avoid a worse situation, Han Zhuo had no choice but to go to the bathroom to solve the problem first, even without too many steps at all, as long as he thought of the person in bed, it was... pretty hard to hold on.

Time is really short.

Incredibly short.

In the silent midnight, Mr. Han was alone, leaning on the balcony and smoking a cigarette silently.

Preoccupied.

And worrying.