Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

56

Zheng He was having dinner with Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai ordered a bottle of red wine with a very tongue-in-cheek name. Zheng He cut the steak and suddenly raised his head and asked, "Mr. Bai, have you liked drinking since you were a child?"

Mr. Bai shook his head: "I never touched any alcoholic beverages before the age of 14."

"Then do you like to drink?"

Mr. Bai looked at him with a half-smile: "What? Is there good wine hidden in the house?"

Zheng He shook his head.

Mr. Bai shook the goblet in his hand, and said: "Please appraise the red wine and I will definitely go, but my appearance price is not cheap."

Zheng He smiled without showing his teeth: "My family only has the Great Wall of China."

Mr. Bai narrowed his eyes and thought, and found that he had never drunk this brand of red wine, so he couldn't help asking humbly: "How many years is it? How much is it worth?"

"I don't know how many years. It should have expired. As for the price, it's tens of yuan a bottle." Zheng He said very righteously.

Mr. Bai coughed dryly, picked up the goblet on the table and sipped it lightly. Zheng He raised his neck and asked, "I don't know if my Great Wall of China can still enter Mr. Bai's mouth? When will I come to my house?"

"Ahem..." Mr. Bai was completely choked.

57

Cheng Shao drove Zheng He to meet with the crew of "Spring Tribulation", and the location was set on the second floor of a teahouse.

The director, surnamed Wang, treated Zheng He indifferently, and didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. The producer was very enthusiastic, looked at Zheng He, and made a decision directly: "It looks very melancholy, fits the character image, qualified, That's him!"

Zheng He couldn't tell whether the producer was praising himself for a while, so he lowered his head and laughed dryly.

After leaving, get in the car.

Cheng Shao handed Zheng He three books and a stack of photocopies, and said: "This is the original work and script. This time the story should be good. The copy in your hand is the second finalization of "Spring Tribulation" No. 30. I I give you five days to read the script, and you have nothing to do for the time being, and the company will report in five days, so you will be busy at that time."

Zheng He flipped through the original work, and after reading a few chapters, he felt that the author's writing was good, and the story was logical. He was having a good time reading it, and Cheng Shao said, "Are you going home directly?"

"Ah, wait a minute." Zheng He took out his mobile phone and called: "Hello, Mr. Bai? Will you pick me up today?...Oh, my manager is going to take me home, um...then come to my house when you're done. ,Ok, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Shao looked at Zheng He as if he had eaten something disgusting. Zheng He scratched his head and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Boss Bai really dotes on you..."

Zheng He choked on this sentence: "Did you use the word 'favorite' in the wrong place?"

"Oh, it's a waste of someone like Mr. Bai to match you, Zheng He, cherish it."

Zheng He thinks he is good, how come people who know about his relationship with Mr. Bai feel that Mr. Bai has suffered a lot?Could it be that he was so unbearable in their eyes?

Zheng He couldn't understand it.

58

Zheng He cooked a table full of dishes and waited for Mr. Bai's visit.

He is full of flaws all over his body, and the only thing he can show off is his good cooking skills. Although he is not as good as chefs in high-end restaurants, his taste is not bad if he shows his skills occasionally.

He walked around the house in circles, always feeling like he forgot something.

The room has been tidied up, the floor has been swept and wiped, and the necessary items in the bedside table have been bought downstairs, so there is no need to worry about the embarrassment of having no weapons in battle, so what else is there to do?

Zheng He sat on the sofa thinking about it, and inadvertently touched his pants.

Could it be that my clothes don't look good?

Zheng He suddenly realized, he went into the room and changed into white casual clothes.It's a bit extravagant to wear clothes worth more than 2000 at home, but he really changed his appearance in the mirror.

Zheng He, who was relieved, had just walked out of the room when the doorbell rang, and it was exactly on time, as if he knew what he was doing in the house.

Zheng He opened the door: "Come in." Then he bent down to look for slippers...

OMG!His face turned pale.

There is only a pair of snow-white, soft, and cute rabbit shoes in the shoe cabinet.

He finally remembered what he forgot!He forgot to buy house shoes!

Mr. Bai stood at the door leisurely, grinning all over his teeth: "You want me to come in barefoot?"

Zheng He slowly arranged the rabbit shoes.

For 10 minutes, Mr. Bai stood in front of the door and did not enter the house.

The two just looked at each other like that, at this moment, silence speaks louder than sound.

59

When Mr. Bai learned that Zheng He had a five-day vacation, he expressed his joy, completely ignoring Zheng He's words "I have to read the script for five days", and directly booked a suite in a rural farmhouse.

Early morning, silent highway.

Zheng He yawned big, with a half-dead look on his face: "Mr. Bai, why are we going out so early?"

Mr. Bai put Zheng He's head on his shoulder, his radiant face did not show the fatigue that a nearly 40-year-old should have, and said: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep for a while, and I will call you when you get there." .”

Zheng He shook his head: "Forget it, I'm just complaining, do you drink?"

"That stuff is bad for your health, drink less."

"Okay, is the juice okay? I squeezed it before going out yesterday."

Mr. Bai stretched out his hand: "Give me the cup."

"I didn't bring that thing, I just put it in the thermos, you can just drink it."

Mr. Bai took a sip and frowned: "It tastes weird."

Zheng He turned the seal to let him see the color inside. Mr. Bai was surprised: "Why is it purple?"

"Don't underestimate it. This is my specialty. Let me tell you, you won't feel tired all day after drinking it. There are several kinds of fruits and my own wine in it."

Mr. Bai recalled the taste in his mouth and asked, "The wine you made? What kind of wine?"

Zheng He paused and whispered: "..."

"Huh?" Mr. Bai didn't hear clearly.

"……liquor."

"louder."

"Deer whip wine!" Zheng He roared, his face turned red instantly.

Mr. Bai stretched out his hands and pinched two fistfuls of the meat on Zheng He's thighs, and asked, "Do you think I need to mend?"

Zheng He clamped his legs tightly, and his voice was crying: "It's okay if I was wrong, I was wrong."

"Haha." Mr. Bai rarely smiled heartily.

sixty

Zheng He once went to a farmhouse to shoot clips, but he didn't play with the facilities in detail.

"Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai, is it possible to grow vegetables in the farmhouse? Can I pull carrots? I wanted to do this when I went with them last time. Sister Fang said it was embarrassing and tricked me into staying in the house all afternoon."

Mr. Bai rubbed Zheng He's head.

Zheng He settled down for a few minutes.

"Also, what, I heard that you can fish in it, right? Can you use a fishing net to catch fish? Or stab with a harpoon. I always feel that fishing is a waste of time."

Mr. Bai was distracted and kissed Zheng He's cheek: "Quiet."

Zheng He kept quiet for a few more minutes.

"Mr. Bai..."

Mr. Bai took out his earphones and put them on. Seeing that he didn't want to talk to others, Zheng He crawled into the back seat to play with his mobile phone.

Well, he admits he's a little hyper, it's been a long time since he's been out and playing, good people are going crazy.

On the mobile phone, everyone in the WeChat circle of friends sent messages. Zheng He felt that he was too quiet, so he wrote: I will go to the farmhouse in H City soon, so happy.

Then take two pictures of the scene outside the window and send them out.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Bai asked.

"Look at WeChat," Zheng He dug out a message, which was sent by Abei, and read: "'My friends and I barbecued, and the chicken wings were burnt and pitch black.'"

Opening the message again, Abei showed Mr. Bai a picture of holding a plate with a flamboyant smile, and said, "Look, they had so much fun, can we barbecue there too?"

Mr. Bai stared at the picture for a long time without making a sound. Zheng He felt that his expression was wrong. He turned off the phone and wanted to go back to the back seat, but Mr. Bai grabbed his wrist: "Who is he? Is it from your company?"

"No, don't touch him, he is not in the circle."

Mr. Bai said a long 'oh', and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I still spoil you the most."

Zheng He reluctantly put on a smiling face, turned on the headlights, picked up the script and read it carefully.

The joy of going to the farmhouse has long been empty.

In the front seat, Mr. Bai looked at the highway in front of him with a complicated expression.