Dedicated to the silly little white artist

Fifty

Zheng He obediently went back to Mr. Bai's residence after school. Guo Xiaopang wanted to say something more. Zheng He said, "Come to my house if you have time. Let's play together. I have something to do at home today. See you tomorrow."

After speaking, he was half-forcibly stuffed into the car by the bodyguard.

Zheng He was in a particularly bad mood when he got out of the car. He felt a bit like a prisoner, and felt that Mr. Bai provided him with delicious food and drink. The owner must go home if he wants to, no matter what the pet wants to do.

Mr. Bai was reading in the living room, beckoning to Zheng He, and said, "How did you learn today?"

Zheng He was startled, and there was a moment of emotion. When he was in elementary school, every time he came back, Father Zheng would ask him this question...

"Cough," Zheng He said, embarrassed by you, "Let's just leave it at that."

"What's that like?" Mr. Bai asked.

"It's not like you don't know how my academic performance is." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai took Zheng He's arm to let him sit on his lap, put his arms around his waist, and asked, "Do you need me to hire a tutor for you?"

"I don't like studying." Zheng He said distressedly: "Or I think differently from the teachers, especially the history questions. I think he is like reading a bible. Obviously I know that period of history, but I put it in the question. I can't remember anything."

Mr. Bai also vaguely guessed the reason for this. After seeing Zheng He's results, out of curiosity, he secretly copied a copy to see what was written on it. In fact, he read those questions as if he read a heavenly book, and he didn't know the questions at all. What the hell are people talking about.

Mr. Bai said: "Then what do you plan to do in the future? You can't get into a key university with this score."

"Let's talk about the future." Zheng He said very unmotivated.

Mr. Bai suddenly smiled while hugging Zheng He. Zheng He squeezed his arm and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I think you are quite similar to me." Mr. Bai said.

"How do I look like you?" Zheng He said, "Nose, eyes, eyebrows, mouth, tell me the same place."

"Fool," Mr. Bai changed the subject and said, "There is a gift from me on the table, go and have a look."

Zheng He had noticed it a long time ago, but Mr. Bai didn't let him take it. He would not touch anything in this room. He looked at Mr. Bai's arm that he didn't intend to let go, bent down and took the two boxes in his hand Opening the cover, the first one opened was a game console. Zheng He knew that what he said to Guo Xiaopang today must have been known by Mr. Bai. He kissed Mr. Bai's face with his head and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."

"If you like it, you should kiss my lips." Mr. Bai closed his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes were like a small fan.

Zheng He's expression was contorted for a long time, but he still kissed him on the mouth, and asked in a vicious voice, "Is it alright?"

He found that Bai En was really unaccustomed, if you give him some flair, he would dare to open a dyeing workshop for you.

"Look at the second one." Mr. Bai said.

The second box was several times smaller than the first one. He opened it with some effort, shook it, and found it was very light. He looked at Mr. Bai and asked, "What is this?"

"Just look at it." Mr. Bai said.

Zheng He opened the box and looked at the mobile phone inside in amazement: "This is for me!?"

"Well." Mr. Bai said: "Sometimes I can't get in touch with you. This phone is more powerful than yours."

The mobile phone Zheng He uses now is the cheap Nokia that his mother used before. It cannot send text messages. The only function is to make calls and check the time. Zheng He does not know when Mr. Bai found out. The gifts are too expensive, but thinking about it again, this man has taken away my virginity, so these gifts seem to be acceptable.

Mr. Bai said: "Let's talk about it. I bought it for you. If you don't accept it, I don't know what to do with it."

Zheng He looked at the small mobile phone in his hand, turned on the screen, and it was still in color, he said, "Why did you give me so many things?"

"I thought of it, so I bought it," Mr. Bai said.

"Don't buy it in the future, I don't need it," Zheng He said.

"I'll buy mine, you just have to accept it." Mr. Bai felt that it was a pleasure to be able to buy what Zheng He liked. He thought about it for a long time when facing Zheng He, and found that Apart from money, it seems that there are too few things that can make Zheng He like him. Oh, by the way, he still has a fairly good-looking face. Unfortunately, Zheng He doesn't like men, so this is not a bargaining chip .

Zheng He said: "I won't accept it. If you don't have anything to do, it's either adultery or stealing. I have nothing for you to steal, so there is only one choice left."

"You're smart," Mr. Bai rubbed Zheng He's butt with a smile, and said, sticking to Zheng He's ear, "Just as your birthday present, do you think it's okay?"

"Six months have passed since my birthday," Zheng He said with a smile, "Isn't it a bit late for you?"

"Then take it as my birthday present, or commemorate you and I knowing each other for a week, any excuse is fine." Mr. Bai gently kissed Zheng He's cheek.

Zheng He sighed and put the two boxes away.

51

Zheng He found that he could not let others treat him well.

What did Mr. Bai force himself to do to him? During the day today, he was still thinking about how to leave him. After playing the game console for a few hours at night, he somehow felt that Mr. Bai didn't seem to be such a cheating existence anymore.

Connected to the TV, Zheng He found the card provided by the buyer and inserted it in, and found that it was an English game. His English is not very good, and he didn’t know how to pass the level after playing for a long time. Mr. Bai sat behind Zheng He. I sat on the rocking chair, glanced at the words on it, and said, "You should find that pot, then jump on it, find the contents, and pass the level with it."

"You understand?" Zheng He asked.

Mr. Bai said: "Have you forgotten that my nationality is still in Country Y?"

"That's great." Zheng He said, "I don't understand, can you translate it for me?"

"Well, yes." Mr. Bai saw that there was finally a place where he could be used, and sat on the carpet with Zheng He and watched the screen. He had never played games, and he rarely even watched TV. He was so happy to see Zheng He playing. , also gave birth to the idea of ​​playing with Zheng He.

Zheng He just thought it was boring to play alone, so he connected the handle again, told him how to move, what buttons and what do they mean, and then switched to the two-player mode.

This game is a shooting game. Two people with square heads are running around holding a gun like a wooden stick. Zheng He originally thought that Mr. Bai would be very good at playing it, but he saw that he kept Wandering back and forth behind him, he turned his head to look at the man beside him who squinted his eyes very seriously but his position was still rotten to death, and suddenly found that he was also very funny.

52

In fact, after Zheng's father had an affair and got together with that art teacher, Zheng He faintly believed that the content in the book was true. Later, when he met Bai En and did that kind of thing, Zheng He himself sometimes wanted to , Is there any magic spell in that book or something? I am so happy to see myself living without illness and disaster. When I came up, I gave myself [-] big mouths.

Zheng He, with a face swollen by the damn plot, turned off the game console on Friday night, looked at Mr. Bai who was still studying the strategy, and said, "It's so late, aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'll look at it later," Mr. Bai said to himself after he finished his answer, "Why can't I go here?"

Zheng He rolled his eyes, Mr. Bai can't play games at all, his hands are as stupid as pig's arms, tell him to go straight, if he insists on sticking his finger on the right button for you, whoever dies will die if he doesn't die.

"Then you can continue watching," Zheng He yawned, and said, "I'm going to preview my homework and sleep in my room today."

Since the relationship between the two, Zheng He has slept in Mr. Bai's big bed every day. In fact, Mr. Bai's room is quite good, the bed is soft and air-conditioned, but the people next to him are too restless. When he fell asleep, he would move around to himself, and he didn't know what he ate to be so energetic, which made Zheng He feel uncomfortable from lack of sleep. It was really tossing to death.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Bai immediately put down the strategies in his hands, and said, "Move the books to the study and come to my room at night."

Zheng He's expression was distorted: "Are you still here?! What have you done to me in the past few days! And you are going to pass twice today."

"Who told you not to like men?" Mr. Bai said brazenly: "I've done it a few times and I'm in love. I'll have someone move all the things in your room to me tomorrow, and your room will be used as a storage room in the future." .”

"Mr. Bai, you are still unreasonable." Zheng He was about to cry. Office workers still have rest days. How could Mr. Bai dare to ignore the "Labor Law"?He said: "No, no matter what, I won't go to your house tonight. Be careful that I will rebel. Let me tell you, the oppression is too much and I will resist."

"Go and resist." Mr. Bai didn't take Zheng He's resistance seriously at all, he said: "A disobedient child will be beaten. Do you want to experience a bloody lesson?"

"You want to hit me?" Zheng He silently took a step back.

Mr. Bai smiled and said: "You can't beat me, but there are some things I prefer to solve in bed. Go and do your homework. I'll wait for you in my room at night."

Zheng He:"……"

53

"Old monster! Shameless! I wish you an early death!"

On a Saturday morning, with dark clouds outside the window, Zheng He was lying on the bed and chanting.

Mr. Bai helped Zheng He rub his waist helplessly, and said, "Who insisted on putting his leg on my waist last night, but you still blamed me for your leg cramps."

"Obviously you insisted on letting me go to your room!" Zheng He said.

"But you cooperated so well with me yesterday..." Mr. Bai said in his tone, "Why are you so changeable?"

"Is that my fickleness?" Zheng He said: "I am a man who knows the current affairs and is a hero. I see that my fate of being raped can no longer be changed, so I take the initiative to cater to you. Do you know? Oh, take it easy!" He patted He patted Mr. Bai's hand.

Mr. Bai pinched Zheng He's short legs and said, "You are on vacation today, right?"

"Well," Zheng He was a little sleepy under his pressure, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't I tell you last time that I bought a film and television company?" Mr. Bai's subordinates relaxed, and Zheng He became even more sleepy. He said, "Oh...you seem to have said it."

"Well, you happen to be on vacation today, and I'm going to work there, so I'll take you sightseeing by the way." Mr. Bai said.

Zheng He squinted and asked, "You don't want me to join those people again, do you? Let me tell you that I won't be an artist in the future."

"I know," Mr. Bai kissed Zheng He's mouth, and said, "Don't think too much, I'm just taking you there to have a look."

"Really?" Zheng He didn't quite believe him.

"I won't lie to you." Mr. Bai said.

Zheng He thought for a while, he has never seen what artists look like in real life when he grows up, it is better to bring some autographs back, and said: "Okay then, when are you leaving?"

"Go to sleep first," Mr. Bai said close to Zheng He's ear, "you will come with me when you wake up..."

54

Zheng He is quite good-looking, with red lips, white teeth and white eyebrows, and thick eyebrows. Although it does not make people want to hug their thighs at a glance, it is still pleasing to the eye. Mr. Bai likes Zheng He's appearance very much. In the room, he held Zheng He in front of the mirror and kissed his eyes for a long time, and even lifted his eyelids and put them in his mouth, frightening Zheng He for fear that he would accidentally eat his own eyelids.

fortunately.

Mr. Bai has taken medicine.

After dawdling in the dressing room for a while, Zheng He looked at his neck full of hickeys in the mirror, and really wanted to take a pair of scissors and cut off Mr. Bai's one, so that he would endanger the flower buds of the motherland.

Aunt Zhao doesn’t come here very often. She usually comes in the morning to clean the house, make breakfast, and then leaves, and then comes back in the evening. She doesn’t usually talk much, except for a few words with Zheng He. He is tall, smiles when he sees everyone, and feels alienated when he sees everyone.

Zheng He thinks that this is actually quite similar to Mr. Bai, he looks gentle and considerate, maybe how many little thoughts are in his fancy.

"Tsk, getting along with you is really tiring." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai paused, then asked with a smile, "Why do you say that?"

Zheng He seemed to ask him, are you tired wearing this mask every day?I can tell that you are in a bad mood and you still pretend to me, but it is estimated that 90.00% of Mr. Bai will become angry when he says it, so Zheng He just scratched his hair and said, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say it." .”

Mr. Bai also did not poke Zheng He's embarrassment at the right time, and walked in front with his back straight.

The current mode of the two of them has basically run into a state where you know what you know, but they are all pretending to be confused. After all, if some things are really revealed, not only will the atmosphere created now be broken, but the ending will definitely be a situation where both sides suffer. .