Dedicated to the silly little white artist

twenty

Zheng He took Mr. Bai back to his home.

Mr. Bai parked the car downstairs and did not plan to go up. After Zheng He said: "I will come down when I find the book", he hurried into the stairs.

Zheng's father and Zheng's mother were still sitting in the living room. Zheng's sister was holding instant noodles and watching the afternoon idol drama with Zheng's mother. The two of them were holding a bowl of instant noodles and eating with relish. Seeing Zheng He came back, Zheng's sister He also thoughtfully raised the instant noodles and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Zheng He shook his head.

Sister Zheng continued: "Then what flavor do you want to eat? Both of us have finished eating the seafood and spicy ones, leaving only the braised beef flavor. I remember you don't seem to like it, but our family doesn't have anything , you deal with it."

Zheng He asked, "Where's Dad?"

Mama Zheng pulled out a ray of sanity from the sea of ​​TV dramas, and pouted at the back room, saying, "Pack up and get ready to move out."

Zheng He looked at his heartless mother and sister, and at his father who was squatting on the ground folding clothes in the house, and deeply doubted whether there was something wrong with his family's bloodline. Such an open mind.

In fact, when he just left the house, he felt that his parents were divorced, and the sky was about to fall, but he was frightened by Mr. Bai's appearance, and then worried about the precarious future of his little chrysanthemum. Now he only thinks that as long as his family is healthy, the rest None of the things are that important.

He turned into his room first, and found a wooden box containing books in a small drawer. He had lost the key somewhere long ago. He hugged the box and looked around, thinking that anyway, Mr. Bai has great powers. A little matter will definitely be resolved, so he walked towards his pitiful father squatting on the ground without any pressure.

When Zheng's father saw Zheng He, his eyes were watery at that moment, and he said, "Son, Dad is sorry, you will be treated like Dad from now on."

Zheng He looked back at the old woman in the living room who was enjoying watching TV, and felt that Father Zheng's behavior was considered normal. He scratched his head and said, "Well, where are you going, Dad?"

"Your mother said..." Father Zheng couldn't continue after he said this, he lowered his head and continued to arrange his clothes.

Zheng He sighed, thinking that maybe he would be better off as a homosexual in the future, it is really sad for a man who can't control his lower body.

"Dad, then I'm leaving." Zheng He said.

"Well, if your mother lets me, Dad will visit you when he has time." Father Zheng said.

Sister Zheng and Mother Zheng had finished eating the instant noodles, and when they saw Zheng He coming out with a small box in his arms, they asked, "I'm going out just after I got back? What's that thing you're holding in your arms?"

"Mom, I'm going to stay at a classmate's house for a few days." Zheng He said.

Zheng's mother was anxious, and asked, "Where are you going?" She glanced at the small wooden box in Zheng He's hand, and held onto Zheng He's wrist without letting go: "Son, listen to Mom's advice, don't let go." Running away from home like those bad kids, it’s not the pocket money you saved, is it? Your pocket money is too little, even if you run away, you can’t go for a few days, and you will be bullied and beaten by bad young people in society Kicking and stealing a kidney is a light act, you see, you have to face so many crises after you leave, can we not leave?"

Zheng He looked at Zheng's mother speechlessly. It was the first time he had heard a mother persuade a son who wanted to run away from home, and said, "Mom, what are you thinking? I am indeed going to a classmate's house. This exam is not my progress. What, I want to study hard with my classmates."

"Really?" Mama Zheng asked.

"Really." Zheng He looked into Mama Zheng's eyes and said.

Zheng's mother has often worked overtime in the past few years, and she can't enter the house several times a week. She is really not sure about Zheng He's current situation. Seeing that her son has nothing but a small box, she goes back to watch TV with confidence.

Sister Zheng shook the beef instant noodles and said, "Why don't you finish eating this before leaving?"

"Go and eat." Zheng He had no one at home to take care of him last summer, so he bought a box of instant noodles for him. Since then, Zheng He has had it in every meal, and he almost vomited. Just go around and swear not to meet each other.

Sister Zheng curled her lips, took out two ocean tickets from her pocket, stuffed them into Zheng He's hands, and said, "Sister, I'm leaving tomorrow. You can keep this little money. Just go for a few days and come back early."

21

"Bang." The car door closed.

Mr. Bai opened his eyes, looked at Zheng He who was sitting next to him holding a small box, moved his gaze to the box, and asked, "Is the book in there?"

"Yeah." Zheng He handed the box to Mr. Bai: "I lost the key, you can see how to open it."

Mr. Bai suddenly raised Zheng He's chin, looked at his swollen eyes, and asked, "Why are your eyes red? Have you ever cried?"

"No." Zheng He rubbed his eyes and said, "How long am I going to live there?"

Mr. Bai didn't answer, and threw the box to Abe who was in front of him. Abe looked at the size of the iron lock, and directly punched the wooden box, breaking the box open a few times.

Zheng He watched this scene in horror.

Abe was secretly proud of himself, and he clenched his fist and blew the sawdust off.

Then Zheng He said heartbrokenly, "I bought that box for 50 yuan."

Abbe: "..."

Mr. Bai took out the book from the broken box, and when he heard Zheng He's wailing, he paused and said, "Abe, I will deduct 500 from you this month, and I will buy ten boxes for Zheng He."

Zheng He stopped howling immediately, and said, "I don't want the box, give me the money."

"Little money fan." Mr. Bai glanced at Zheng He with a half-smile.

"!!!" Like a rabbit, Zheng He was so frightened by this intimate address and Mr. Bai's expression that he shrank into a corner.

22

Coming to Suite 302 again, Mr. Bai took Zheng He up to the second floor, opened a room with a huge floor-to-ceiling window and could see the woods in the distance, and said: "This is your future room, you seem to have to go to school, right?" ?”

"Well, I'm a sophomore in high school this year." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai had already read this information in the materials, and he asked, "Do you still want to go to school?"

"You," Zheng He hesitated for a while, and asked, "Do you really want to... imprison me?"

Mr. Bai looked at Zheng He with strange eyes, and said, "I really didn't realize that you still like this."

"No no no! I don't like it!" Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai said: "I saw your report card. I don't limit where you want to go, but you must appear in front of me when I find you. Call the driver if there is any place you want to go." The bodyguard bowed and handed over a business card. Mr. Bai raised his chin slightly and nodded to Zheng He. The bodyguard in black immediately put the business card into Zheng He's hand, and then withdrew.

Zheng He:"……"

You mean, my grades are the same as not being in school, right?

Mr. Bai said: "The one above is the driver's phone number."

Zheng He actually wanted to ask him if he couldn't go out by himself, but suddenly remembered the identity of Mr. Bai in the book, and immediately obediently did not have any rebuttals. Forget it, anyway, after reading the contents of the book, Mr. Bai knew the matter and himself It doesn't matter, you should be able to let yourself out by then, and endure the calm for a while.

Zheng He also had little expectations for the life of being rich and handsome with a driver picking him up when he went out.

"I'm next door to you." Mr. Bai pointed to the wall on the right, and said, "I'll return the book to you after I finish reading it."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if I give you the book." Zheng He said it generously, wishing that this book never appeared at all.

Mr. Bai started to look at Zheng He with the same eyes as when he looked at the orangutan in the zoo. Zheng He was stared at by him and made his stomach growl, and the sound was very loud, like farting. In order to prevent Mr. Bai from suspecting that he It's fart, Zheng He covered his stomach and said, "Do you have anything to eat? I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?" Mr. Bai asked.

"Anything is fine, as long as you are full." Although Zheng He, a snack food person, is usually very talkative, he is very prone to hunger when he uses his brain, and when he is hungry, he will produce various negative emotions. Especially afraid of being hungry.

"You seem to like to eat..." Mr. Bai thought for a while and said, "Seafood porridge, right?"

"How do you know?" Zheng He was surprised.

Because you are not the only one with a book in your hand.Mr. Bai chuckled, opened the door and went downstairs.

23

The book in Zheng He's hand was slightly thinner than Mr. Bai's. The man pushed all the work that night. There was a rocking chair made of bamboo in the hall, which was very comfortable to sit on. After dinner, Zheng He quietly ran to the balcony to give Sister Zheng kept safe, hung up the phone and was about to go back when she saw Mr. Bai sitting on the rocking chair reading a book at some point, staring at the man's brown head, his nose dripping from the cold in the evening wind.

For some reason, Zheng He felt very afraid of wanting to get close to Mr. Bai.

It would be great if Mr. Bai was a glamorous older sister with a D cup... Zheng He squatted outside the window and thought blankly that Mr. Bai was by his side, so he dared not go out. Bad friends call one by one, if Mr. Bai is still reading after finishing all the calls, he will... just sleep with the pillar next to him T^T.

He picked up his mobile phone to dial a number, but suddenly the glass door opened. Mr. Bai, wrapped in a thin blanket, looked at Zheng He who was shivering in the cold wind, and said, "It's cold outside, come in and make a call."

Zheng He wiped his nose with emotion.

Mr. Bai went back to the table and took out two pieces of paper for him, and said, "Bow, go to bed early."

"Mr. Bai, I still want to go to school tomorrow." Zheng He said hastily.

"Then go." Mr. Bai sat on the rocking chair and said, "What time do you go to school and what time do you leave school?"

"Arrive at school at 07:30 and leave school at 03:30 in the afternoon." Zheng He said.

"Well," Mr. Bai didn't say anything, picked up the book and continued reading.

Zheng He secretly glanced at him for a while, but seeing that he didn't intend to talk to him anymore, he went back to his room to wash up and fell asleep.

It was only five o'clock when he woke up the next day. Zheng He opened the bed curtain and watched for a long time before he remembered where he was now. There was a change of clothes in the cabinet, but because the school required school uniforms, Zheng He put them on inside. A clean shirt, thinking of coming back tonight to ask where the laundry room is, and went out.

"Young master, are you awake?" A middle-aged woman with a friendly face came out of the kitchen. She wiped off the water stains on her hands with a smile, and said, "The food is on the table. Go to school after eating."

Zheng He saw that this person had no malice towards him, so he looked back at the room with the closed door next to him, and walked over.

The middle-aged woman said: "You can just call me Aunt Zhao. Last night, Mr. Bai specially asked me to cook early. I was still puzzled. Seeing that you finally figured it out, the young master is still an examinee, right? Ouch, this school uniform is for me. You know, your grades are good, right? Eat more, Mr. Bai specially asked me to cook this seafood porridge."

Zheng He sucked the porridge in his mouth, and then suddenly remembered what Mr. Bai meant when he asked himself last night.

...he was a little touched.