Dressed as a heartthrob and the vicious cannon fodder

Bai Zangji held the stack of papers, he dared not open them.

"gentlemen?"

Bai Zangji raised his hand to signal her not to speak, then suppressed his chaotic thoughts and opened the first page, followed by the second page, and the third page...

Everything has changed, not the one he read in the first place.

【Thank you very much for your participation. The b1837 world ends here, and you will resume your normal life from now on. Please check the last gift that the world bestows on you. 】

The familiar yet unfamiliar mechanical sound sounded again, and Bai Zangji froze for a moment, watching the two pictures slowly appear on the paper he was holding.

Tao Jiayue and Baizang period.

All this is not a dream, Tao Jiayue...Tao Jiayue!Bai Zangji dropped the novel and stood up. He first walked out, then turned around and came back to ask: "Have someone frame these two paintings."

"Yes, sir."

Auntie nodded, looked at Bai Zangji hurriedly putting on his coat and asked in confusion, "Sir, it's already late at night, do you want to go out?"

Bai Zangji nodded, "There is no need to ask someone to prepare the car, I will drive myself."

She rarely saw Mr. Bai in such a flustered moment. Mr. Bai was always very calm, and occasionally he would make a joke with others calmly.

But she is not a talkative person, and she knows that Mr. Bai doesn't like others to spy on his life, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"I won't be back in a short time. Tell Uncle Zhang to send my things to the old house in Haicheng, and Er Er will take care of him."

Erer is Bai Zangji's 15-year-old sister. His mother threw her to her grandmother until she was 15, and then threw it to herself again.

"You want to live there?"

Bai Zangji glanced at his watch and nodded, "Maybe I won't come back again. If you have a visitor and it's not important, don't contact me. All the work here will be moved over."

When Bai Zangji said this, he turned his head and picked up the two paintings, and the aunt took a small notebook to record his words.

"It's better for me to frame it myself, and you can write down the rest and hand it over to Uncle Zhang for him to arrange."

Bai Zangji's voice calmed down a lot. He was too anxious and didn't consider that his aunt didn't know much about these tasks, so he just explained it to Uncle Zhang.

Bai Zangji took a bunch of car keys and hesitated before leaving: "I might settle in Haicheng."

"The school class has been postponed."

The aunt took down all his words and nodded, although she was puzzled, she didn't ask: "Does the house over there need to be cleaned?"

"Need not."

There he has been looked after and cleaned by someone Haosheng.

When the car drove out of the brightly lit villa, Bai Zangji still felt a little dazed in his heart. He always felt that the co-pilot should be someone.

There should be Tao Jiayue sitting next to him, who would be noisy and playful, just like an hour ago, but now it was empty and there was nothing.

Oh no, there are those two paintings, he and Tao Jiayue in those two paintings.

Bai Zangji felt that there were tiny cracks in his heart, and a bottle of vinegar was poured on it, oozing acid bit by bit.

Taking a breath, there was some dense pain again.

It was excruciatingly tormenting, excruciatingly uncomfortable.

Bai Zangji tilted his head to glance at the painting Tao Jiayue drew, and then stretched out his hand to put it in front of him. There is no moon, no stars, and no Tao Jiayue in the purple nebula tonight. He can only see the front when driving alone. The dark road.

He looked at the painting, and said in a soft voice, as if he was about to disperse as soon as he spoke: Tao Jiayue, come quickly.

Or I'll go find you, okay?

No one answered, Bai Zangji pursed his lips, his knuckles holding the steering wheel turned white.

After driving all night, he crossed half a country and finally arrived at this city.

Haicheng, Haicheng, which is like spring all the year round, contains all the time of youth, and has not set foot in it for several years.

Years of time have made it no longer the same as before. Bai Zangji slowed down, but instead of going to his home first, he drove into a wide alley. The second floor of the single building in front, The emerald green vines have already covered most of the balcony, and a few strands even ran to the roof, swaying in the wind.

Bai Zangji stopped the car and looked at it for a while, then slowly started the car and left.

The author has something to say: playing cards makes me so short

Because I was not sure whether I would wait to come, I said that I might settle down, and I was ready to wait for a lifetime.

Yueyue is true, real men go to heaven and earth to find their wives!

You let Laobai find you hahahahahaha