Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

In the depths of winter, amidst a blanket of snow, Mr. Bai drove alone to Mobei, Heilongjiang, which is known as the "polar region".

In the warm compartment, Mr. Bai casually rested one hand on the steering wheel, while fiddling with the phone with the other, dialing the phone number marked with only the number 1.

"Baby, what are you doing?" he whispered softly.

[Ah Choo! 】Before he said a word, he sneezed first. Zheng He rubbed his nose, which had already been red from the cold, and said in a nasal voice, "I'm filming, and it's minus 36 degrees here, and I'm freezing to death!"

This is many years later.

Just after Zheng He's 35th birthday, he received a new drama from a director who is very influential in the circle, and hurried to Mobei to shoot, and Mr. Bai couldn't get away because of some inexplicable little things a year ago. Wake up, the two haven't seen each other for almost two months.

Mr. Bai originally planned to go to Mobei to celebrate the New Year with Zheng He, but Bai’s father, who lived in Osaka all the year round, brought Bai Runze to City H, which delayed the trip. When Zheng He heard the news, he immediately asked the director for a vacation during the Chinese New Year , the director had just agreed to a meeting to arrange the assignments, and directly threw a stack of copies to Zheng He during the meeting in the afternoon, and opened all the scenes and announcements that had to be arranged according to the schedule.

It is impossible to celebrate the New Year together, and Zheng He couldn't hide his disappointment in his words.

This was the first time since the two of them fell in love that they did not celebrate the New Year together. During such a reunion, they were the only ones separated from each other. Zheng He scolded the director's family behind his back.

[Mr. Bai, I want to celebrate the New Year with you...] Zheng He muttered, the cold wind blew by, his nose was so cold that his nose flowed out, and he couldn't help inhaling.

Bai En thought that Zheng He was crying, and his heart ached, and the pain didn't go away after he hung up the phone.He was lying in a separate house in H City, listening to the music in the celebration held by Bai Runze downstairs because he wanted to curry favor with Grandpa Bai, he suddenly felt an impulse.He has always followed the principle of planning first and then moving. Since he can remember, he can find the order of everything, so that he can choose the most suitable and most profitable track direction, one link after another, and there has never been any deviation. Now, But all he wanted was to hold that man in his arms who was clearly in his 30s but still kept a pure heart, and warm his skin with his own body temperature.

He opened the window, slid along the green vines that have grown over the years to the first-floor platform, and then walked around the corner into the underground parking garage. He found the Land Rover that he kept as a spare and had already filled the fuel tank, and rowed at a speed of eighty miles. Out of the villa complex, drive all the way to the north.

——That's why Mr. Bai drove to Mobei alone.

Because of Mr. Bai's vigorous cultivation, Zheng He has frequently appeared in film and television works in recent years, but also because of Mr. Bai's illness, Zheng He is doomed to be unable to run around in works all year round like a normal actor, increasing his appearance rate.Fortunately, I was very picky when I was young, and Zheng He's acting skills are also good, so there are many famous works, and many people like them.

Take this movie that was specially chosen to be shot in Mobei as an example. Mr. Bai got a movie company from somewhere and merged with Zheng He's old company to become the production company of this movie. The screenwriter was the topic of last year. The director is a gold-lettered sign poached from Tianrui Company. The reporter followed the planner all the way from the beginning of the preparation. It can be said that he has earned enough attention and is waiting for the release.

Zheng He plays the male number two in this movie. He is an uncle who has been pretending to be mentally retarded, but actually knows all the secrets. In order to make Zheng He fit the character image in the work, the director specially invited a makeup artist from Hollywood to change Zheng He The previous image of the butter niche.

Therefore, when Mr. Bai drove for six hours straight and finally came to the set, he did not realize that the bearded and weather-stained uncle sitting under the sun umbrella eating instant noodles against the cold wind was Zheng He.

"Mr. Bai!" Zheng He put down the instant noodles, rushed over to hug him before even wiping his mouth clean.

Mr. Bai's body froze slightly, and he pushed the man who was half a head shorter than himself away with clever strength, and asked kindly: "Do you know me?"

Zheng He was stunned, his eye circles turned red, and his tone naturally revealed tears: "Mr. Bai, how could it be possible that I don't know you..."

Mr. Bai looked at this man who looked cute but had a hideous face while crying with complicated eyes, sighed deeply, hugged him, and asked, "Why are you like this?"

Zheng He's sadness was instantly healed by Mr. Bai's embrace. He excitedly pulled the beard stuck on his face and the creases from the corners of his eyes with glue, and said happily: "Look! Look! These look like Like real?"

Mr. Bai stretched out his hand to grab the beard that was an eyesore to him, but he couldn't get it off.

Zheng He continued to smirk: "The makeup artist spent six hours painting it for me, and said that it would not fall off regardless of sweat or water. I snatched a few of them before, but they were all discovered by the makeup artist. Hollywood came here. Not the same, tsk tsk."

"Get rid of that beard." Mr. Bai said.

"Ah? But I still have a scene to shoot tonight. The company is driving the director crazy in order to grab the prime time for May Day. If I spend another six hours playing around with my beard, he will kill me." Zheng He With a guilty conscience, she acted coquettishly unconsciously.

Mr. Bai likes Zheng He's pitiful appearance the most. He looks very seductive, so he doesn't care about the field staff who are pretending to be busy, but are actually peeking here, and force their cold fingers into Zheng He. In his down jacket, he gently twirled his brown bead, and played with it with his fingernails pressing against the top.

Zheng He gasped, grabbed his hem in a panic and moved close to Mr. Bai, trying to cover the eyes of others. "Mr. Bai... Take it out quickly."

Mr. Bai hugged Zheng He tightly with one hand, bumped against him with his lower body, and then let go, saying: "Tell the people over there that tonight and tomorrow are mine." His eyes swept Zheng He up and down. , added: "Hurry up."

Zheng He was instantly so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it.

It is estimated that the director also knew about Mr. Bai's arrival. When Zheng He went in to ask for leave, he just asked lightly when he would start work without too much obstruction.

Zheng He excitedly asked the makeup artist to remove his makeup, and the assistant Aaron poured him a cup of hot water, and said with a smile, "Why do you look so happy? The little lover is here?"

Zheng He couldn't help lowering his head and pursing his lips into a smile, full of joy.

After finally removing the makeup, he ran outside while wearing a scarf. He was about to go out when an actor of his generation stopped him. The two brothers seemed to put their arms on Zheng He's shoulders and asked: " That was Bai En just now, Mr. Bai, right?"

Mr. Bai has opened several big Japanese companies of his family in China this year. In addition, the gray income is doing well, which can be regarded as covering the sky with his hands. His son Bai Runze is also a genius, so he gave up admission to Harvard University. Notification letter, went to the United States alone to work, Mr. Bai gave him a sum of money for investment, Bai Runze took a breath and made a social networking site and became famous in one fell swoop. It is not very popular in China but foreigners like it. It is said that the value is this year. It can break 40 billion.

This real fund is here, no matter how low-key Mr. Bai is, he will attract the attention of the industry, and Zheng He and his group of actors will bear the brunt of it.

Everyone knows how Zheng He met Mr. Bai and what their relationship is, so no matter who has the owner or not, they all want Zheng He to introduce themselves to Mr. Bai, and use their bodies to share this big piece of fat. a cup of soup.

Zheng He was originally happy, but when he was crossed by this blind actor of the same generation, he suddenly became unhappy. With his eyes closed, he knew what the actor was thinking, and his tone was blunt: "Well, he is Mr. Bai, do you have something to do with him?"

"Hey, there is one thing, but I know him, but he doesn't know me. You see, we both belong to the same company. Can you introduce me to him?"

Zheng He pursed his lips secretly, and asked, "Okay, but do you know the Thomas twist button chrysanthemum soul-absorbing method?"

The man was stunned, and stuttered: "What Thomas... the chrysanthemum spiral..."

"A way to have fun in bed." Zheng He also saw this name on the Internet. At the time, he thought it was funny and strange, so he accidentally memorized it, and now it happens to be used.

The actor shook his head silly.

Zheng He spread his hands and said innocently: "I can't do anything about it. How can I do it if I don't have the strength to go to Mr. Bai's bed? You go to practice again, and I'll introduce you when you're done."

After dismissing the actors, Zheng He finally got out of the set. There was only a Land Rover parked outside the set. Zheng He had never seen Mr. Bai drive this car, and the license plate number was wrong, so he went up and knocked on the window to see who was inside. Not Mr. Bai.

The car window was opened, and two men's hands stretched out from the inside, grabbed Zheng He's head at once, and pushed him into the car. Zheng He was panicked when the man moistened his tongue with saliva, his red nose and slightly stretched out. The tongue that comes out looks so alluring.

Mr. Bai let go, opened the car door, and hugged Zheng He, who was still in a state of confusion, into the car.

"Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai..." Mr. Bai pushed Zheng He's clothes onto his head. Mr. Bai didn't even have time to take them off before he went up and chewed them. Zheng He's sight and breathing were blocked by the heavy clothes. He didn't even break his arms out of his clothes, and couldn't help but panic, calling Mr. Bai's name over and over again in a daze.

Mr. Bai didn't make it to the end, stuck to Zheng He's body for a while and left, opened the car window to let in the cold air.

Zheng He peeked at the man, put on his clothes timidly, and chose a place farthest away from the side seat.

Mr. Bai lit a cigarette, lit the seat beside him, and said, "Do you want me to close the car door and go to the back seat to deal with you, or come here early and have dinner together?"

Zheng He didn't speak.

Mr. Bai picked up his watch and said slowly: "3—2—"

Before the word 1 fell, Zheng He hurriedly crawled over from the back seat and stared at Mr. Bai mournfully.

Mr. Bai rubbed Zheng He's head and said, "That's great, what's the trouble?"

Is this me tossing? ? ? ! !Zheng He didn't dare to speak out when he was suffering, and his small eyes became more sad.