Dedicated to the silly little white artist

六

The person Zheng He only stayed in Mr. Bai's mind for a few seconds after that night and then he forgot about it.

after all.

Just a bed partner.

Life is still boring. Although Mr. Bai has lived this boring life for more than 30 years, he seems to be unable to bear it recently. He thinks about ways to pass his time, preferably once and for all. In the past, there were only a few things that could arouse his interest. Looking back now, most of them are not interesting anymore.

So sad.

In the suburbs at midnight, Mr. Bai parked his car alone in the middle of the road. There was a surveillance video three meters away from him. Mr. Bai found out early in the morning. When he got out of the car, he looked up and smiled at the machine, hoping that the police would come to him and ask for a fine. Even though he also knows that the chances of this are extremely slim, the fine will probably never come through.

The roof of the car lowered slowly, and he lay on the seat and looked at the starry sky. Although he didn't know anyone except the Milky Way that could be named, and there was no Milky Way in the starry sky tonight, he still watched it with gusto.

"That star is beautiful."

When Bai En heard a voice beside him say this, he nodded: "Yes, but the big one next to him is more beautiful."

He didn't reply, and he didn't care, he continued to watch leisurely, and said with a nervous smile for a while, "Because it's the moon, of course the moon is beautiful, what do you think?"

The man still didn't speak, Mr. Bai turned his head in doubt, there was nothing beside him, he belatedly remembered that he didn't seem to bring anyone out.

Seven

After a night of cold wind, Mr. Bai drove directly from the suburbs to the office the next day. When he got into the elevator, he accidentally saw the puffy bags under his eyes on the reflective wall. After pressing it, he felt haggard. It's disgusting.

Before the fingerprint authentication, the people in the office opened the door first. It was his secretary Sang Bei. Seeing Mr. Bai's appearance, his poker face became even colder: "What did you do last night?"

"I went to watch the stars." Mr. Bai replied.

Sang Bei obviously didn't believe it, and changed the topic to business matters: "I received a total of four emails before seven o'clock this morning, two of which were invitation cards, and one from City B..."

Mr. Bai suddenly had a headache. He didn't want to talk about this kind of thing at this time, so he interrupted him: "Can I have a cup of coffee? I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Breakfast is ready, but I don't have coffee," Sang Bei finished speaking, glanced at Mr. Bai lightly, and continued to say firmly: "Boss Song gave you the last letter, and wants to invite you to a private club."

As soon as Boss Song was mentioned, Mr. Bai suddenly remembered Zheng He for no reason, and he asked, "Which club?"

Sang Bei was quite surprised, because Mr. Bai was self-willed and never participated in such social activities. How did he change his gender today?He asked, "Are you planning to go?"

After Sang Bei said this, Mr. Bai suddenly realized what he had asked just now, feeling annoyed and surprised, and thought for a moment: "No, forget it."

"Okay." Sang Bei bowed: "I have finished reporting on today's work, so I'll go down first."

Mr. Bai propped his chin, he didn't think of a single word of what Sang Bei said just now, what he was thinking about now was Zheng He, with whom he only had a dewy marriage.

He wanted to meet Zheng He again, at least he was very interesting to him now.

Eight

Mr. Bai didn't go to Boss Song's club. He started to have a fever that afternoon. After asking, he found out that he was not only wearing single clothes in the suburbs to watch the stars, but also stayed up all night for several days.

Mr. Bai fell asleep for a while, and had several dreams over and over again, but he suddenly forgot all of them the moment he opened his eyes. He could only vaguely feel that it was not a good dream.

There was no one in the ward, and the shutters were closed, making the room very dark.

He suddenly remembered that night, Zheng He, who was nervous but pretended to be indifferent. Mr. Bai also found that he seemed to think of him all the time recently, perhaps because he thought his life was so monotonous to the point of lifelessness, and he was in urgent need of something fresh. Oxygen for aerobic respiration.

In fact, this person can be Zheng He or someone else, but Mr. Bai doesn't want to accept new ones yet.

nine

Mr. Bai gave a little air to the people around him. Boss Song rushed over after hearing the news. When he learned that Mr. Bai's favorite person was Zheng He, he patted his chest and promised to let him appear in Mr. Bai's room tonight.

Mr. Bai didn't take his words seriously. He has already passed the age of being excited by love affairs. I hope Zheng He can make him feel less depressed. Everything is just incidental.

After Boss Song left, Mr. Bai asked the bodyguard Jiezi to investigate Zheng He. Since he decided to let him join his life, it is always good to know oneself and the enemy.

Jiezi quickly sent Zheng He's resume, and Mr. Bai directly turned to Zheng He's experience after the age of 20. He thought it would be a lot of participating crews and trophies, but he didn't expect that there were only two lines on it: Joined the film and television at the age of 21 In the company, the contract was terminated at the age of 29, and he first worked as a makeup artist with Zhi Ya Ya Photo Studio.

Mr. Bai was slightly taken aback.

Zheng He actually terminated the contract with Boss Song. This was something he never thought of. On second thought, Mr. Bai thought about the assurances that Boss Song had just given, and secretly thought about the ins and outs of this matter. If they are in the same group, or Zheng He is not clear about the festival between the two from the beginning to the end, then it seems right to decide to keep him.

Mr. Bai felt that these writings were a bit too spacious, so he asked, "Is that all?"

Jie Zi nodded: "Almost."

"Is there anything left unwritten?"

"There are some," Jiezi turned to the part about when Zheng He was around 20 years old, and said: "Zheng He has participated in many film and television works during this period, but most of them are just extras, which are not enough to write about. I have had several emotional experiences, he is a homosexual..."

Mr. Bai stopped him: "Okay, stop talking."

Jay stopped.

Mr. Bai seemed to remember something again, he raised his head and asked, "Do you remember that your boyfriend is Chen Ming?"

Jiezi made no secret of his sexual orientation: "Well, yes."

Mr. Bai frowned: "Then what do you think of the person I asked you to find?"

Jiezi told the truth: "It's very ordinary, the kind that you can catch a lot on the street."

Mr. Bai was even more satisfied with Zheng He. What he wanted was this kind of unremarkable person. It was good for him to know the taste, and others didn't need to understand.

Mr. Bai replied slowly: "Very well, I will see him now."