You Are Deep in The Stars

The room was very quiet. After a while, Bai Xi gripping his knees and said dully, “I still feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Then do you mind making this dream more fun?” Han Zhuo asked.

“Huh?” Bai Xi didn’t understand.

Han Zhuo stood up, turned off the lights in the room, and closed all the curtains.

The surrounding area suddenly darkened.

Bai Xi looked at him in the dark.

The starlight gradually floated up and spread in every corner of the room as the air spread. The light was extremely gentle, like a ball of melting fireflies wrapped in cotton.

Han Zhuo took his right hand again and placed a small starlight in his palm: “A gift.”

“You…” Bai Xi looked up at him, eyes full of disbelief.

“I will teach you how to control your power, and I will also protect you.” Han Zhuo smiled, “So there is no need to worry at all.”

Bai Xi thought for a while: “That Mr. Wang…”

“Same.” Han Zhuo nodded, “But he doesn’t have stars, so I’m the only to give you starlight.”

The light in his palm gradually dissipated, and Bai Xi said regretfully: “It’s gone now.”

“If you need it,” Han Zhuo patted his shoulder again, “There will be little stars anytime and anywhere.”

“This is simply the most incredible thing in the world.” Bai Xi laid back on the carpet, “I need at least three days to digest it.”

“Then before you digest it. Can you forgive me for hiding it before?” Han Zhuo pulled him up and said, “Look, I’m not short, I’m not as bad as what you wrote in the form.”

Bai Xi refused, “No.”

Mr. Han had no choice but to continue sending out more little stars until the ceiling turned into a galaxy.

Of course, in order to make Bai Xi accept the reality better, Han Zhuo did not tell him all the truth at once, including another distant planet and what happened in the hospital that year.

“You know what?” Bai Xi said before going to bed, “If you follow the routine in the movie, you will that the world needs my saving.”

“The world does not need your saving.” Han Zhuo sat on the edge of the bed, “You just have to learn to control yourself and continue to be a normal person.”

“What about Moses Gallery?” Bai Xi asked again, “Chunchun will hold an art exhibition next week, but the other party behaved normally and did not make any unnecessary requests. Could it be, they really want to kidnap me at the art exhibition?”

“If that’s the case, then they must be the stupidest kidnappers in the world.” Han Zhuo looked at the time and said, “It’s time for you to rest. We’ll discuss this issue later.”

“Okay, good night.” Bai Xi wrapped himself in the quilt and made another request, “I also want little stars.”

Han Zhuo smiled and turned off the lamp for him, casting a dim light on the bedside table: “Good night, have a sweet dream.”

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Traffic passed outside the window, and the city in the night had just woken up.

Daisy was still wearing fifteen-centimeter-high heels, leaning on the bar and teasing the drinkers. The young girls, with exquisite makeup, chatted lazily while holding wine glasses, ignoring the admiring or explicit looks of the men around them. The driver was smoking a cigarette at the door. Looking further into the distance, he saw the night market food stalls filled with the aroma of seafood and beer.

Alcohol paralyzed the nerves and made all the weird things seem natural. The music was mixed with screaming, and the dark red light shone on every young or old face. Here, at this moment, finally, no one cared about other planet and race, age or name.

No killing, no hunting, no discrimination.

That was why it was said that there was no moment more wonderful than midnight, because it was equal, fantastic, and crazy.

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Bai Xi quickly accepted the reality. In fact, he didn’t even wait for three days. When he woke up in the morning, he would stand in the kitchen yawning and trying to fry an egg with the warmth of his hand.

“No.” Han Zhuo dragged him away forcefully, “Go and brush your teeth.”

“Why not?” Bai Xi asked.

“Because you are… not yet stable.” Mr. Han chose a neutral word.

“You’re the one not stable!” Bai Xi held the electric toothbrush in his mouth and said with a look of disgust, “Last night you said you would give me a little star, but it turned out to be brighter than an incandescent light.”

“Ahem.” Mr. Han changed the subject, “Would you like fried noodles?”

“No need.” Bai Xi gargled, “Let’s go to the cafe and eat something. It’s the weekend and I have to go home early.”

“Then I have to report to Aunt Li.” Han Zhuo looked at the red pimple on the tip of Bai Xi’s nose, “She will definitely think I took you to secretly eat fried chicken and kebabs for three days.”

“That’s right,” Bai Xi turned to look at him, “and not only that, but there are also grilled cold noodles, stinky tofu, and cheap fried sausages with questionable ingredients that cost three yuan a piece on the side of the road. ”

Han Zhuo: “…”

Bai Xi complained while squeezing his pimples: “You are a junk food lover.”

Mr. Han felt innocent: “But you obviously want to eat it yourself.”

“But you didn’t stop me.” Bai Xi leaned in front of the mirror and pushed him, “Quickly give me a small one. The lights are too dim here to see the pimple clearly.”

Han Zhuo stretched out a finger in response.

Very incandescent and easy to use.