Dedicated to the silly little white artist

430 six

The 'message inventory' was blocked, and Hongzhi was reported for suspected drugs. He was in a meeting at the time, and the police took him away without leaving a message.

On the day the West District was investigated, according to Zheng He’s analysis, there were actually signs of omens—the number of bodyguards around him suddenly increased, and there were always four or five black suits with earphones who were always talking at the door, and Mr. Bai also left the C China, no one knows where he went, except of course Zheng He.

Zheng He doesn't plan to go with Mr. Bai, it's nothing to worry about, he still has work to do, even if "Encounter in 28 Hours" is his last script, since he is an actor now, he has to pay for his previous eight He went all out in his career for the past year, followed by Mr. Bai saying that he wanted to be quiet when he left. Zheng He didn't know what happened to him, but he believed in Mr. Bai. If he put in a bottle of poison, he could drink it without saying a word. He believed that Mr. Bai would not let him die, and this man would not hurt him.

So Zheng He smiled and waved to Mr. Bai who looked back frequently, watched the man get in the car and leave, and then fell asleep alone on the bed.

Very quiet at night.

The sound of cicadas outside the window penetrates the screen window.

Being in love is not about two people lingering on each other. Without distance, the air will be thin.

430 seven

Bai En's treatment was successful.

He remembered his lost memory.

No one picked him up at the airport this time. He found a taxi outside the airport, and it took him a long time to remember where his mother's grave was.

When he first came to his father, his mother was his only spiritual support. He always recalled the long brown wavy hair and gentle tone of voice, and he would even imitate it involuntarily, just for a little peace of mind.

In the aimless darkness, his mother was the flattest habitat under his feet.

But now, his memory told him that his mother injected him with brain-stimulating drugs for a long time, and his final death was not because of illness, but because of malice towards his disappointed mother, he increased the dose and injected it directly into the artery.

Bai En closed his eyes, quietly feeling the gentleness of the wind blowing over his face, but his mother's undisguised disgust when he saw him on his beautiful face, which was [-]% similar to his, kept appearing in his mind.

Actually not as bad as imagined.

Bai En comforted himself.

At least I know what my mother looks like, and I won't always want to know everything about her in the future.This is enough.

"Sir," the driver turned his head and smiled honestly: "The place is here, but it's on a mountain. Do you need me to take the road?"

"No need," Bai En looked up at the church on the mountain, and said, "Just here, I'll go up by myself."

The grass is very soft, and there are still water droplets on it. Bai En found that he was not as eager as before when he came here. His mother is on the mountain, lying forever in the basement of the church. No matter how he wants to ask, she will not answer , and even the resentful eyes will no longer be given.

This may be the last time he saw his mother.

Bai En found the stairs up the mountain, took out the wooden comb that he had been protecting tightly from his pocket, threw it into the mountain ruthlessly.

Farewell, mother.

We will never meet again in this life.

430 eight

Zheng He was still full of reluctance when he was taken away from the script, but when he saw the man wearing big sunglasses in front of him, he immediately became energetic: "You, you!"

The man smiled slightly: "Miss me?"

"Hey, why are you back?" Zheng He hugged each other fiercely: "Young Master Cheng! I miss you so much that I can't even remember you!"

The man took off his sunglasses, he was the young man who went abroad to develop.

Cheng Shao smiled wryly and pushed Zheng He's head away: "It's hot, can you not come to my side?"

Zheng He immediately let go, giggling: "When did you come back? Why didn't you write me a letter? I'll run to pick you up."

"You are so busy here and still want to pick me up, hurry up and make a good filming," Cheng Shao rolled his eyes: "There are too many people picking me up, and you are the only one missing."

Zheng He said: "It's still the same as before. Do you think you can't make me happy?"

"You're so happy," Cheng Shao sat next to Zheng He and asked, "How is the play going?"

"It's coming to an end, and it will be finished within a month." Zheng He said: "However, Director Wei prefers to do fine work, so I guess it will take a little longer, mainly depending on the performance of the actors."

"That's right." Young Master Cheng said, "We can't expect him to pay for this movie. While Mr. Bai is away, hurry up and walk with me after filming. I just came back and don't have a script yet. I'll call one by one later. It’s time to start choosing. I think you can go to the movies now. If this one doesn’t work, just pick up another one and see how the benefits are. If it doesn’t work, then make a TV series. Anyway, you don’t have to make money to support your family. Mr. Bai can invest more money , it’s a double income.”

Why did Zheng He feel that what Cheng Shao said was not right?He said blankly: "Young Master Cheng, I remember that you are not my manager anymore...why do you still care about my work so much?"

"Why didn't Mr. Bai tell you anything?" Cheng Shao said exactly what Sister Fang said, and he continued: "Mr. Bai got me back, and he will still be in charge of your work in the future, that is to say, you are free A comfortable life is far away from you.”

"But..." Zheng He said hesitantly, "I told Mr. Bai that I plan to go behind the scenes and do some other work in the future."

Cheng Shao asked: "Can you tell me, what is your dog's mind thinking?"

"I'm not a fool," Zheng He said after correcting the other party's unignorable mistake seriously, "You also know my relationship with Mr. Bai, and I don't want to cause trouble for him because of my work."

"Then why did you stick your ass on Mr. Bai's bed in the first place?!" Cheng Shao replied sharply: "I think you are really blindfolded by lard. You can't even remember such a simple thing. Don't forget your original intention. Forget your original intention, what if you eat it or something?"

Zheng He rubbed his temples, and said, "Then do you know how it feels like your assistant is forced to go out by entertainment gossip just because he does me a small favor? You know the identity of Mr. Bai better than I do. He is Can it be exposed? If he is discovered by the enemy because of my exposure, how will you let me live?"

Cheng Shao sneered directly: "How famous do you think you are?"

Zheng Hemo: "...I'm still somewhat famous."

Cheng Shao stretched out his hand and patted Zheng He's shoulder: "Don't even think about these things. Don't worry about filming your scenes and doing your job well. I don't want to lose my job as soon as I come back. Be obedient."

Zheng He:"……"