Dedicated to the silly little white artist

sixty

Amidst Zheng He's trembling and Mr. Bai's obvious good mood, the two silently went to a place that Zheng He had never been to.

Zheng He looked at the bungalow in front of him and asked, "Where is this place?"

"My house." Mr. Bai wrote several times in the electronic code at the door, finally found the correct code, took out the key and opened the door.

Zheng He looked at Mr. Bai's inexplicably appearing bunch of keys and asked, "How many homes do you have?"

"Several." Mr. Bai's answer was vague.

Zheng He rubbed the space between his brows and didn't discuss this issue with him. He took off his shoes and walked in. After walking around the living room, he asked, "Where is the water dispenser? I'm thirsty."

"Ah, wait a minute." Mr. Bai went to open the wall panel next to the kitchen door. There was actually a door there. He turned on the small light inside and looked at it, and said, "I suddenly wanted to come here today. Aunt Li hasn't come yet." Clean it up, boil some water, the water in the water dispenser has been sitting there for months."

Zheng He teased, "It's the first time I've been a guest at someone's house, and I have to boil the water myself."

"You are not an outsider." Mr. Bai said very confidently.

Zheng He actually likes to cook by himself. He searched for a long time but couldn't find where the kettle was. He cleaned the steamer, poured some water into it, and watched the bubbling, while Mr. Bai leaned against the kitchen door and watched. Zheng He.

No one has ever specially cooked food for Bai En, so every time Zheng He was in the kitchen, Bai En would watch him quietly and watch the ingredients go into the pot, Zheng He was busy.

Zheng He asked, "Do you have anything to eat here?"

"I don't know either." Bai En opened the refrigerator, and there was nothing on the upper floor. He opened the bottom again, and unexpectedly found several bottles of cold beer and quick-frozen pasta, and said, "There are dumplings and buns here, which one to eat?"

"Let me take a look." Zheng He came over and turned the quick-frozen box over, looked at the production date and expiration date on the back, threw the buns into the trash can, and complained, "How long has it been since you came here? The buns are two days old." It’s been a month.” When he returned, the hot water was ready, and Zheng He dug out a few bags of cocoa powder he had found in the company before, and put some extra sugar in Mr. Bai’s cup.

He has long discovered that old men like to eat sweet things, tsk tsk, it's not easy to have such good teeth.

The next moment, Zheng He was a little stunned. When did he pay so much attention to Mr. Bai?

61

On a rare occasion that night, Mr. Bai didn't want Zheng He, but hugged Zheng He's back sideways, making the two bodies fit together tightly.

Zheng He opened his eyes in the dark, staring straight ahead in confusion.

He suddenly realized that his sister would get to know brother-in-law Zheng in the future, and he would go to college, meet a bunch of scumbags, meet and separate by chance, and finally meet Mr. Bai.

If the future really develops like this, then what is the reason for rejecting Mr. Bai now?

He could feel Mr. Bai's warm breath on his neck, itching, but very reassuring.

Zheng He began to think again, besides being a man, the people around him could be regarded as good everywhere, they could make money, love their families, and most importantly, Mr. Bai had a good temper, although a large part of them It's an act, but Zheng He is very comfortable with this kind of transparent person, because he can detect any of your thoughts and help you do your best.

... Mr. Bai may be really good.

Do you want to accept him?

62

When Mr. Bai woke up the next day, he found that Zheng He was no longer in bed. He opened and closed his eyes a little uncomfortable, and it took him a while to realize that now should not be the time to be sleepy.

Where did Zheng He go again?

"Zheng He..." Mr. Bai wandered around the room wearing boxer shorts, calling Zheng He's name like a ghost, almost scaring the spoon in Zheng He's hand.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?! Hurry up and get dressed!" Zheng He said angrily to Mr. Bai.

"You woke up really early." Mr. Bai walked over and opened his arms like a big bear to hug Zheng He. Zheng He quickly pushed him away. At the same time, he thought to himself how beautiful Mr. Bai's muscles are, and said: "If you haven't woken up, go to sleep again. It will take me a while."

Mr. Bai yawned, leaned on Zheng He's shoulder and watched him cook the porridge, and said, "I'll just ask Aunt Zhao to come over."

"It's so far away, how much salary do you give, it's such a toss-up." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai kissed Zheng He's ear and asked, "What are you cooking?"

"Preserved egg porridge." Zheng He chopped green onions neatly and explained: "When I came here yesterday, I saw that there seemed to be raw vegetables in the supermarket at the door. I just went to buy pork and preserved eggs and came back."

"I don't like to eat preserved eggs." Mr. Bai rarely expressed his thoughts, and said, "It tastes so strange."

Zheng He looked at his long brown hair, and thought that Mr. Bai was also a foreigner, and his taste might be different from that of the Chinese. He walked around and found that the preserved egg porridge was ready, and said, "Then I will make it for you." Come on, what flavor would you like to eat?"

"Everything is fine." Mr. Bai said, "Why are you being so nice to me today?"

"I'm treating you well?" Zheng He smiled and said, "Your request is really simple."

Mr. Bai kissed Zheng He's ear again, and said, "It's the first time you've been kind to me in so many days, don't bother me anymore?"

"I'm going to annoy you to death." Zheng He squeezed Mr. Bai's arm, and said, "I'm dying of heat, go away and don't lean on me."

Mr. Bai's response was to hug Zheng He even harder, and said with a smile, "I don't want it."

63

Mr. Bai's mind is like the tip of a needle. He can see every slight change in Zheng He. Naturally, Zheng He's acceptance is very useful, and he is even better for Zheng He. He even wants to go to a classmate's house with Zheng He on vacation. They all drove in person, and then followed up the stairs.

Zheng He was speechless: "...What are you doing here?"

"It's no fun for me to be alone." Mr. Bai said that he was kind and harmless.

"Go back, how can I introduce you to others?" Zheng He said.

"Just say I'm your cousin." Mr. Bai said.

"I'm not as good as you..." Zheng He was about to say 'handsome', but then changed his words: "You're so old." He pointed at Mr. Bai's suit.

Mr. Bai took off his suit jacket.

Zheng He pointed to Mr. Bai's shoes again.

Mr. Bai hesitated for a moment, then bent over to take off his shoes.

"Hey hey!" Zheng He was terrified: "You really take off!"

"Don't you despise me?" Mr. Bai helplessly spread his hands.

"Okay, okay, I've really convinced you," Zheng He sighed, "It's a no-brainer, so let me go to the hospital tomorrow."

Mr. Bai said: "It has nothing to do with my illness, it's a personality problem."

"Hey, I'm even more upset when you say that." Zheng He stepped on the stairs, exactly the same height as Mr. Bai. He squeezed the man's hand and said, "Can I return the product now?"

"No, I think even if you return the product, I'm still like this." Mr. Bai smiled, and the lethality almost penetrated Zheng He's brain cells.

Zheng He covered his eyes, thinking why didn't he find him so handsome before?

64

Guo Xiaopang and Xuan Mingming fully accepted the fact that Mr. Bai was Zheng He's cousin, and showed great enthusiasm. The specific performance was: Guo Xiaopang looked at Mr. Bai's muscles and asked How to lose weight? Xuan Mingming looked at Mr. Bai's handsome appearance and asked if the foreign girl was as good-looking as him, and she was inspired by the ideal of going to a foreign university to go to university. It is an important element of whether the foreign girls in the country can see him.

Zheng He played the stand-alone game boringly and passed all the levels. When he came back, he saw that the two of them were still surrounded by Mr. Bai!

He kicked it one by one, and shouted: "Are you still playing? Missing my cousin, you two!"

Xuan Mingming held his butt pretendingly, and said with emotion: "If your cousin is really a woman, I will launch a fierce offensive every minute."

"You're a kid, so he doesn't like you." Zheng He said with a sneer, and suddenly remembered that he was one year older than Xuan Mingming, and his complexion was as ugly as if he had eaten 502 glue.

Guo Xiaopang ran over to see Zheng He's clearance time, and said, "Zheng He, you surpassed my time again! That's what I played for half a month!"

"Then you can do it again!" Zheng He said, "Add Xuan Mingming, you two do it!"

Xuan Mingming shook his head: "I don't want it, Guo Xiaopang is a scumbag, and if I play with him, that's definitely the rhythm of being cheated to death by pig teammates."

Zheng He glanced at Mr. Bai, who was silent beside him, and thought sadly: the furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but that the real pig teammate is right next to you, but you don’t know it yet.

65

Zheng He discovered Mr. Bai's new technique, that is, no matter who the other party is, what status or age, he can happily talk to each other. For example, his two bad friends even exchanged their mobile phone numbers when they parted. up.

When getting into the car, Mr. Bai looked at his mobile phone and said, "This time I can remotely control what happened during your class."

Zheng He wanted to poke his own eyes, why did he suddenly feel that Mr. Bai was a bit cheap?

"It's almost night," Zheng He asked, "What shall we eat?"

"Eat outside." Mr. Bai seemed a little disappointed.

"I'm tired of cooking all day long, do you know that?" Zheng He said, "You have to reward me, right?"

"I found that you and I talked about eating the most," Mr. Bai smiled, and said, "I remember that there is a pretty good Teppanyaki next door. Do you like it?"

"Ah, my mother took me to that house once before, it seems to be self-help?" Zheng He asked.

"Well, do you like to eat?" Mr. Bai asked.

"I like it, I like it." Zheng He said happily. He is the type who would immediately shake his head at you if you give him something delicious when he is unhappy. Compared with Mr. Bai who gave him a mobile phone before, he is more I like to eat delicious food together.