Dedicated to the silly little white artist

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Although it was not interesting, Zheng He and Mr. Bai still went shopping for a day, and when they planned to go back at night, their legs were sore.

Mr. Bai had good physical strength, so he allowed Zheng He to lie on his back, half-dragging and half-dragging him back.

The reception lady obviously still remembered the two unusual guests who came in the afternoon, with a stiff smile on her face, she said politely, "Good evening, your room is here."

Mr. Bai handed the house number in his pocket to the other party and said, "Thank you."

The receptionist glanced at the house number on it, and suddenly smiled with unknown meaning, then restored her calm face, and said, "Okay, this way please, gentlemen."

Zheng He poked his head out to chat with Mr. Bai, and said, "Why do I think she smiled so weirdly just now?"

Mr. Bai replied in a low voice: "I think so too."

Zheng He took a look at the current actions of himself and Mr. Bai, clasped Mr. Bai's waist with his legs, and said, "Do you think she knows that we are gay?"

While the two were guessing without saying a word, the door of the room had already arrived, and the reception lady handed the key card to Mr. Bai and said, "I wish you a pleasant night."

When the root of Zheng He's tooth that didn't come hurts, he feels even more weird.

Then the door opened.

All the puzzles were solved.

The main color of the room is black, with the red round bed and the dense tools hanging on the wall, Zheng He even saw a belt that he had only seen in movies.

Compared to Zheng He's astonishment, Mr. Bai glanced at the room lightly, then carried Zheng He to the bed, rolled up his trouser legs and gently massaged his soreness.

Zheng He was a little embarrassed that he didn't come, shrank his legs, and said, "That...no need."

Mr. Bai pinned his long hair behind his ears, took off his coat and put it beside him, then squatted down to help Zheng He rub his legs, and said, "If I knew that your physical strength is so weak, I wouldn't take you to so many places today. gone."

Zheng He asked, "Where are you going tomorrow?"

Mr. Bai exerted a little force on his hands, frowned slightly as he watched Zheng He's painful brows, and said, "Are you still thinking about going to play after this?"

"That's different." Zheng He smiled a little foolishly, and said, "It's hard to come out to play, and you have to play enough, right?"

"You can go to play anytime you want," Mr. Bai gently tapped Zheng He's forehead, and said, "Rest now, we'll go back tomorrow." He stood up after speaking.

Zheng He braced himself and asked, "Where are you going?"

Mr. Bai turned his head and said, "Go to the shower room, would you like to come with me?"

Zheng He's face suddenly turned red. He looked at the things around him and asked hesitantly, "Then... tonight, will you and I...do it?"

"Aren't you tired?" Mr. Bai asked.

"Cough," Zheng He's eyes drifted left and right, but he didn't meet Mr. Bai, and he said, "We just happened to be in this kind of room."

Mr. Bai slightly hooked the corners of his lips, looked at the surrounding decorations with disgust, and said, "I think it's dirty, so let's forget it tonight."

Zheng He:"……"

wait!How is this different from the script? !

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The two flew back the next day.

During the period, Zheng He saw a stewardess who looked very much like Abe on the plane, and he told Mr. Bai as if he was offering a treasure after the person left. As a result, Mr. Bai lowered the newspaper in his hand and glanced at the stewardess, saying: "That person It's Abbe."

"Huh?" Zheng He was stunned, and then stared at the other party carefully, accidentally overlapping the other party's eyes, the stewardess blinked at Zheng He, Zheng He immediately believed that the other party must be Abei, This kind of action is only so cheap that Abe can do it.

"Mr. Bai, your subordinates are too incomprehensible." Zheng He said sincerely: "This has caught up with secret agents, and you can even do decathlon."

Mr. Bai flipped through the newspaper in his hand and said, "They all come from the old house."

Zheng He understood what the other party was talking about, so he answered with a smile, "By the way, how are you and Mr. Bai?"

Many of the exchanges between the two were read from books. They both understood what was going on, and often other people could not understand, but they understood what was going on better than the other party.

Mr. Bai probably thought it was interesting to talk to Zheng He, or there was nothing in the newspaper that he wanted to see, so he took off his glasses and answered Zheng He's words seriously: "It's still the same, although the book says It's good, but the timing is wrong, and I'm not willing to ease the relationship with him just yet."

"Oh," Zheng He didn't force him, nodded, and continued: "What about your son? I think he got together with other people later, do you need to take them over?"

"They do their own thing," Mr. Bai said, "I'll follow suit."

"You think too generously." Zheng He shook his head and said, "It depends on what you think, but those are all your family members, so please be careful."

"I only have you." Mr. Bai tilted his head and kissed Zheng He's lips, and finally said, "I can't let go of the others."

ninety

After this short visit, Zheng He saw Father Zheng several times in the school. According to the other party, he had a good relationship with the art teacher. Zheng He wondered how Father Zheng's head grew so that he could stand in front of his son. Say something like this.

Mr. Bai's work is getting more and more busy, and he can't see him a few times in a week. Zheng He missed him during his lunch break, and when he dialed the phone, it turned into an overseas call. At that time, his expression was very weird. After that, although Mr. Bai opened some services for his card, Zheng He also avoided Mr. Bai's working hours, and this kind of accident never happened again.

In a flash, he was about to graduate from his third year of high school. On a hot day, the sun almost melted the board oil road like an oven. Zheng He, who came out of the examination room, first took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, then raised his head and glanced at the After several times, it stopped on a white figure.

"Why are you here?" Zheng He walked a few steps quickly, and found that the person in front of him was really Mr. Bai, not a hallucination caused by his nervousness during the exam.

Mr. Bai wiped the sweat off Zheng He's forehead and said, "Why can't I come?"

"Oh, I didn't mean that," Zheng He tried hard to explain, but when he saw the smile on Mr. Bai's face, he suddenly reacted, he clenched his fist and hammered him on the shoulder, and said, "How dare you lie to me!"

Mr. Bai easily held Zheng He's fist and said, "I happened to be done with work, so I came to pick you up."

The middle-aged secretary in the car had a dry cough, and said in a voice that seemed to be talking to himself but was much louder: "Yes, Mr. Bai has been following us all night for several nights because he wanted to squeeze out time."

Immediately, Zheng He's originally happy eyes were filled with disapproval, and he said, "Just concentrate on your work when you're working, and it doesn't matter if I go back by myself. Besides, isn't it the driver?"

"Let's not talk about that for now." Mr. Bai pushed Zheng He into the car, hugged him directly, buried his head in his shoulder, took a deep breath, and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Zheng He patted Mr. Bai on the back to comfort him, and said with a smile, "Didn't you go home the day before yesterday? Why did it take so long in the blink of an eye?"

"The day before yesterday, yesterday, today," Mr. Bai said, "it's been three days."

Zheng He felt more and more that Mr. Bai's childishness was very cute. He said, "Well, it will be fine after the exam. I have three months of vacation."

Mr. Bai seemed to have remembered something this time, and said, "Honey, have you decided to study in university in country C?"

Zheng He said: "Isn't it all agreed before? Your job in country C can't be released now, and it's fine to go there in the future."

"But you don't like going to school..." Mr. Bai obviously had a thorough understanding of Zheng He's true face for such a long time, and said, "Why don't I give you a place right now?"

"No need," Zheng He smiled wryly. He didn't like going to school, but he didn't reject it to the point of rejection. There is plenty of time in the near future.”

The major that Zheng He applied for was Grass Science, because the teacher said that half of the week for this major was in class, and the other half was listening to teachers from other departments. Pick it up.

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After the exam, the students got together again with their teachers. Guo Xiaopang was forced to go to a northern city with his parents to develop, and the university simply chose there. Xuan Mingming's grades were really bad. He was only in his early [-]s and still not enough for the average line, so he was assigned by his queen mother to develop freely in foreign frontiers.

Zheng He was the only one who remained in City H, and many people looked at him with pity, and he was more or less merciful when he was pouring alcohol.

After getting along with Teacher Sun for a year, everyone has basically figured out that there is a heart of a warm-blooded teacher hidden under the gentle face of the other party. Looking blankly at Zheng He, he suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."

Zheng He said: "Teacher, are you planning to change careers and become a political teacher?"

Teacher Sun squinted at Zheng He for a while, and suddenly said, "Oh, oh, it's Zheng He!"

Zheng He said: "...Then what did you think of me just now?"

Teacher Sun laughed for a while, then suddenly asked: "How is your cousin now?"

Zheng He thought for a while and said, "Eat well and stay healthy, what's wrong?"

Teacher Sun sighed, pulled out a photo from the phone, and said, "Remember to visit your cousin here if you have a chance, he is quite pitiful, he is so young..."

Zheng He poked his head to look suspiciously, and found that the inside of the photo was a business card with no tricks on it, just a line of small words: Mr. Bai, beautician (deputy) of the funeral parlor, XX Street, XX City, XX City, XX Province Tel: XXXXXXXXXX Zheng He: "... ..."

What a perfunctory business card, even the name on it is Mr. Bai.

Teacher Sun continued to pat Zheng He on the shoulder and said, "Although there are some professional problems, your cousin is still a good person, haha, haha."

Just after six o'clock, Zheng He got away from the party, mainly because Guo Xiaopang had to leave today by coincidence, and he had to catch a plane in a while. After the three of them came out together, they realized that Guo Xiaopang was not at all. He didn't plan to let Zheng He and Xuan Mingming see him off. Thinking of the past few years of getting along, the three young men squatted by the side of the road and cried for a long time. The grandson Guo Xiaopang cried while looking at his watch. Seeing that it was almost time to cry, he wiped his nose, waved the chubby paw and left, leaving Zheng He and Xuan Mingming staring at each other, full of sourness and aggrieved, why not go back to each house to find their own mothers.

When he came back, Mr. Bai was still working in the study downstairs. The documents piled up next to him showed how busy he was. Zheng He squatted at the door for a while to see how busy he was. After a while, Mr. Bai Only then did he find him, smiled and waved to him, and asked, "When did you come back?" Suddenly wrinkled his nose, smelled it next to Zheng He, and said with an unkind expression, "Why do you have a scent on you?"

Zheng He sniffed it and found that the cuffs had a different smell. He thought about it and said, "Ah, I remembered." He ran outside and took a food box and said, "I bought it for you. Supper, almost forgot."

Mr. Bai didn't reach for the food box at all, he said: "You still seem to be drinking?"

Zheng He nodded, and belatedly realized that the other party was really in a bad mood. Recalling the question just now, he laughed and said: "What are you thinking, the waiter who handed me the food box is a woman, this fragrance should be Got it from her."

Mr. Bai smelled Zheng He's body carefully again, and after confirming that only the cuffs were covered with fragrance, he hugged him and said, "Keep away from other women in the future, half a meter apart."

"Okay, okay," Zheng He guessed that the other party must have worked overtime again, and said, "Let's eat something first, do you have to stay up late today?"

"No, but it might be late, you don't have to wait for me," Mr. Bai picked out a shrimp dumpling and put it on the plate in front of Zheng He, and said considerately, "You can eat with me."

Zheng He opened the food box, put all the contents on the table, and said, "Oh, by the way, can I see your business card?"

"In the drawer." Mr. Bai said.

Zheng He found the box of business cards, opened the lid with some mentality, and looked at the prints on it: Mr. Bai, obstetrician and gynecologist of the Central Hospital, Mr. Bai, the janitor of the XX criminal investigation team, and Mr. Bai from Rongcheng Pharmaceutical Company (fake medicine sales) gentlemen……

His face changed a few times, a bad thought flashed through him, and he quickly closed the box again.

He really doesn't understand Mr. Bai's world! !

Mr. Bai, who was eating, sensed something was wrong with Zheng He, and said calmly, "Why don't you move your chopsticks?"

Zheng He hesitated for a while, then asked what he doubted, and said, "What's on this business card?"

Mr. Bai opened the business card case, glanced at the font on it, and immediately guessed a general idea, saying: "I can't reveal my identity, but basically everyone who can leave my business card knows who I am, and the title is just in case the business card gets lost In the hands of other people, it will prevent him from finding me for a while."

"So it's like this..." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Then what do you think it is?"

Zheng He scratched his neck, and said a little embarrassedly: "I thought you really did these jobs."

Immediately, Mr. Bai couldn't swallow what was in his mouth. He looked at Zheng He and choked speechlessly for a while.

Zheng He laughed even more guilty.