You Are Deep in The Stars

Bai Xi opened a file and did not avoid Mr. Han.

“What is it?” As expected, Han Zhuo was attracted by the colorful form. He also helped Bai Xi organize the work documents. It definitely shouldn’t be in this style.

“All the things and people that I find strange,” Bai Xi answered and added another item at the bottom – a mysterious bartender with dozens of identity cards, who was currently Liu Chunchun’s bodyguard and assistant.

Han Zhuo laughed: “Why are you doing this?”

“Because no one is going to tell me the truth,” Bai Xi saved the file, “Including you.”

Han Zhuo paused, then denied: “No, I’m not.”

“You are, you tell nothing at all,” Bai Xi stood up and said, “I’m going to rest. Good night.”

Han Zhuo stood in front of the desk, watching him leave, and then sighed in distress.

This night, no one looked at the stars on the terrace, and no one drank. Bai Xi laid on the thick quilt, running around in his mind. Pictures flashed one after another like a lantern, and those warm or strange past events all came to mind at this time, and finally gradually overlapped together, turning into mosaic-like fragments of chaos, swallowed up by the dark dream.

A few thin clouds covered the few stars, making the whole city silent.

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At six-thirty in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time. Aunt Li quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, preparing breakfast for the family, especially the chicken soup noodles for the young master, which had to be rolled by hand.

“Morning,” Han Zhuo greeted with a smile on his face.

“Why did you get up so early?” Aunt Li asked while kneading the dough.

“Running,” Han Zhuo was wearing sportswear and put his car keys in his trouser pocket. “Is there anything I need to buy?”

“No,” Aunt Li firmly defended her right to purchase.

Mr. Han nodded and went out.

Half an hour later, the property manager looked at the Bai family’s driver with very puzzled eyes as he saw the man climbed in through the rear window.

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Bai Xi was swallowed in his dream.

“Wake up,” Han Zhuo whispered in his ear. “Hurry up.”

Bai Xi opened his eyes in a daze.

A paper bag was handed to him. It contained golden and crispy hand cakes with fried dough sticks, sausage, chicken tenders, and chili sauce. It was a best-selling product at the entrance of the middle school. There was no shop, only a dirty illegal tricycle. It was unhygienic, but it was also delicious.

“I apologize to you,” Han Zhuo said, holding a plastic bag of soy milk in his other hand. “How about it, at the risk of being criticized by Aunt Li, I have your favorite junk food.”

Bai Xi couldn’t laugh or cry. “You are absolutely so weird.”

“Would you like to eat it?” Han Zhuo asked.

“Eat!” Bai Xi took it from his hand. “But last night’s business is not over yet.”

“I understand,” Mr. Han said with a good attitude.

“How’s it going over there with Chunchun?” Bai Xi asked while eating, not even bothering to brush his teeth and only rinsing his mouth.

“No problem, they get along quite well,” Han Zhuo said as he opened the soy milk for him. “They just finished enjoying the black truffle and caviar on the silver tray this morning.”

Bai Xi: “…”

If he had known better, he wouldn’t have asked.

“Open your mouth,” Han Zhuo handed the plastic straw to him.

“Young master, it’s time to get up,” Aunt Li suddenly knocked on the door.

Mr. Han shook his hand in a hopeless manner, and all the soy milk spilled out.

“Ahhh!” Bai Xi jumped up from the bed. “It’s hot!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Han Zhuo quickly took out the tissue and dropped the cake on the floor.

Aunt Li stood at the door watching this scene with mixed emotions.

“What are you doing?”

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So, this morning, Han Zhuo was forced to accept an hour of Aunt Li’s popular science on how dirty the mobile stalls were, Escherichia coli, Salmonella, Staphylococcus aureus, Shigella Bacteria, all kinds of bacteria, and thus deeply realized his mistakes.

“You said you are so grown up, yet you sent Mr. Han to buy junk food for you,” upstairs, Mrs. Bai was helping to apply medicine. “Pick up your clothes.”

“I really didn’t ask him for it,” Bai Xi felt that he was very innocent.

“Then have you eaten?” Mrs. Bai asked.

Bai Xi: “…”

Ate.

Mrs. Bai half-smiled and poked him with her finger, wondering if he would ever grow up.

“Xiao Bai,” Mr. Han, who had just finished writing his review, knocked on the door. “Do you want to go out now?”

“Yes,” Bai Xi put down his clothes. “You call them, we will be there on time.”

“You have to go for a meeting now?” Mrs. Bai watched him rummaging through the closet. “You’ve been burned by the soy milk. Let’s rest at home for a day.”

“I’m fine,” Bai Xi grabbed the phone. “It’s not easy to make an appointment with someone.” Furthermore, the person he made an appointment, had a bad temper. If they didn’t show up on time, they would probably lose another… imported trash can.