Open the door and send warmth to the community!

When striding home, Bai Miao only felt a fire burning in his heart.

His heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys ached from the burning.

Yes, why didn't he think of it?

If he is just an ordinary human being, how can he get into the eyes of these ghosts in Shanhai community who have lived for an unknown number of years?

How can people respectfully address you as Mr. and you?

These honorific titles are nothing more than "Mr. Bai".

He should have found out.

Aren't the prophetic dreams and painting ability all implying this result?

But whether it's a substitute or a reincarnation, he's not that "Bai Ze".

When Bai Miao took out the key to open the door, she found that her hands were shaking all the time.

The key rang loudly, and it failed to get into the lock even after poking it a few times.

Bai Miao took a deep breath, pinched the key with her fingers until her knuckles turned white.

He was trying to stabilize the turbulent emotions in his heart.

But obviously not very successful.

He uncontrollably and almost masochistically speculated that the reason why the old man adopted him and sent him to the Shanhai community was because he calculated the connection between him and Bai Ze?

The kind invitation and warm acceptance of the neighborhood committee is also because of his connection with the street lamp?

Everyone in the neighborhood committee and the community, what kind of vision and mentality do you look at him with?

Bai Miao's hand holding the key hangs down.

Looking at the small iron gate in front of him, he suddenly felt very strange.

Is this house really a "home"?

He thought he was funny.

He had already guessed about this mutual utilization relationship.

However, why did he always strip the truth so cruelly after he wavered and tried to believe?

Bai Miao tightly grasped the collar of the down jacket, trying to shrink herself into a ball.

so cold……

At this moment, he felt as if he had turned back into the kid wandering the streets alone on a snowy day.

Bai Miao curled up her body and leaned her forehead forward.

But before his forehead pressed against the cold iron door, a slightly cold hand covered Bai Miao's eyes.

With a slight force of that hand, Bai Miao was pulled into his embrace.

Bai Miao had no expression on her face, and silently raised her hands and struggled vigorously.

That embrace held him with greater force.

Bai Miao couldn't break free, so he stopped struggling.

He leaned against that cool embrace silently, motionless.

Neither of them spoke.

In the silence, there was only the scorching sound of skin and flesh.

"How long are you going to torture yourself?"

"..."

Shuo lowered his eyes, staring at the pale Bai Miao in his arms.

He whispered, "Don't make that look."

Bai Miao sneered.

"Who are you talking to? Bai Ze?"

Shuo Chen: "No, the one standing in front of me is you, it's Bai..."

Bai Miao shouted: "Shut up!"

Bai Miao used desperate strength to finally break free from Shuo Chen's arms.

With his back turned to Shuo Chen, he snorted coldly: "You don't think it's hypocritical to say that."

Bai Miao opened the door as fast as she could, then slammed the door shut in front of Shuo Chen.

He quickly threw off the clothes on his body and buried himself in the quilt.

He curled up in a ball under the covers.

Pierce the heart with Bai Ze's guide light, what did you want to do at that time?

If I hadn't snatched the guide light, would you have succeeded?

Bai Miao closed her eyes, hiding the coldness in her eyes.

I'm so sorry that I stopped your sacrifice ceremony.

……

"My mother, you answer the phone in seconds? Let me see if the sun is coming out from the west..."

Wen Congquan yelled exaggeratedly on the other end of the phone.

Bai Miao took the phone away, and waited for Wen Congquan's long chatter to pass before opening her mouth.

"I happened to be looking at the listing, so I picked it up."

"Properties?"

Wen Congquan was taken aback, "Why did you suddenly see the listing?"

Bai Miao: "I want to buy a house."

Wen Congquan slapped his head: "That's right, Shanhai Tianqing's dividends are quite a lot now, and it is possible to change to a bigger house. Is there anything you fancy? Are there any villas or high-end apartments near the Shanhai theme pavilion?" , I will also invest in one..."

Bai Miao interrupted him: "No, I don't buy in Shanhai community."

He paused, and added coldly: "The farther away from the Shanhai community, the better."

Wen Congquan was taken aback.

He hurriedly asked: "What's going on? You and Shanhai have a quarrel? Are they forcing you to keep drawing?"

Bai Miao said casually: "I just want to change my mood."

Wen Congquan breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out that's the case, you should take a good rest, anyway, the latest update of Shanhaitianqing is enough to last for a while, give yourself a vacation."

Bai Miao let out a sound.

Wen Congquan: "By the way, I happen to have a villa, and it has been vacant since it was renovated, and no one has ever lived in it. I will give you a discount, so you can move in with your bags, saving worry and effort."

So after completing the transfer procedures, Bai Miao moved into this villa.

This villa is located in Xinyuan, a well-known affluent area in Yuwu City, with beautiful scenery, clean and few people.

More importantly, the rich district and the Shanhai community are separated by the entire Yuwu City.

Bai Miao carried a suitcase and looked at this new home.

This villa was once bought by Wen Congquan to be used as a half studio. The villa houses a lot of paints and painting utensils collected by Wen Congquan, and the decoration is specially made according to the highest standards.

Later, the painter's dream was shattered, and Wen Congquan went home to learn to inherit the family business, and the villa remained vacant.

Bai Miao simply tidied up and saluted, moved the back of her neck, turned and walked into the studio.

……

Wen Congquan was sitting in the office, sipping happy water, leisurely looking at the latest quarterly game report.

Looking at the numbers above, Wen Congquan really wanted to laugh out loud in his dreams.

Uncle Wen wanted to suppress him before, trying to use his shares in Wen's Group to intervene in his game company.

Results now?

The face was slapped so hard that Uncle Wen didn't dare to mention Wen's Game Company anymore.

Thinking of Uncle Wen's distorted face, Wen Congquan took a big mouthful of happy water and let out a hearty laugh.

The secretary knocked on the door and entered.

"Mr. Wen, Shanhai has sent the latest game update content plan for you to review."

"Update content planning? Didn't you give it before?"

Wen Congquan said casually, and took the USB flash drive from the secretary.

After seeing the contents of the USB flash drive, Wen Congquan spouted a mouthful of happy water.

The secretary was startled: "Mr. Wen?"

Wen Congquan stood up abruptly, "Hurry up, call an ambulance!"

After walking a few steps, Wen Congquan hurriedly turned his head again: "No, call my personal doctor, quickly contact Dr. Chen and follow me to Xinyuan!"

The secretary hurriedly contacted Dr. Chen, and before leaving the office with Wen Congquan, she couldn't help but glance at the screen.

Strange, the USB flash drive was also passed to the game department before sending it up. Could it be that there is some distress message hidden in it?

Wen Congquan took Dr. Chen to Xinyuan in a hurry.

He took out the spare key to open the door and went straight to the studio on the second floor.

"Bai Miao wow -"

Wen Congquan opened the door with a snap.

"Get out!"

Something flew towards him, but Wen Congquan dodged it in a narrow escape, only to find that it was a crumpled ball of paper.

When Wen Congquan saw the scene in the studio clearly, he jumped up instantly.

"How long have you been here?!"

Countless painted papers were scattered in the spacious studio room, stacked one on top of the other, almost covering the dark brown log floor.

The paint was scattered on the table in a mess, many pens were lying in a mess, and the pen washing bucket was full of paint marks.

In the corner of the studio is a charged laptop with a digital tablet connected to it.

A trestle bed was erected next to the computer, with a thick quilt on it, obviously someone had slept on it.

Bai Miao's face was as white as a ghost, she propped her forehead and looked gloomyly with frowning eyebrows.

He asked in a very aggressive tone, "Why do you have the key here?"

Wen Congquan roared back: "If I don't come, do you want to die here?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Congquan greeted Dr. Chen, avoiding the papers on the ground and rushed forward, pulling Bai Miao to pull him out.

"What are you doing? Let me go, I still haven't finished drawing..." Bai Miao refused to cooperate.

"Draw a picture of a fart, come out and lie down!"

Bai Miao clenched her fists to resist.

However, he was really too weak, so he was forced out of the studio by the two of them.

In the end, Bai Miao was pressed on the bed in the master bedroom by Wen Congquan, and forced to be examined by Dr. Chen.

Bai Miao frowned, and said coldly, "I'll contact you right away to change the lock."

Wen Congquan snorted: "Then I have to lie down and check carefully."

Bai Miao frowned and turned away, with a look of reluctance.

Dr. Chen withdrew his hand, Wen Congquan asked quickly, "How is it?"

Dr. Chen raised his fingers and hissed.

Only then did Wen Congquan realize that Bai Miao, who turned his face away, had fallen asleep at some point.

He just fell asleep, his brows were still furrowed, as if he was burdened with a heavy heart.

This time, Bai Miao fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, his bones were all crisp from sleep.

He was lying on the bed, with a feeling of not knowing what year it was.

There were faint bangs and voices from downstairs.

Bai Miao walked out of the room, looked down from the corridor, and saw Congquan instructing several aunts to clean the house.

Wen Congquan: "Finally woke up? I specially asked my aunt at home to cook millet porridge for you. Eat it while it's hot."

Bai Miao frowned: "What's the matter with you?"

Wen Congquan rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid you'll torment yourself to death, can't I bring warmth to your hungry and cold patient?"

He didn't see Bai Miao replying for a long time, Wen Congquan looked up and found Bai Miao's expression was a little dazed.

"Don't be dazed, come down and drink porridge."

As if they knew that they would not be welcomed by the owner of the villa, the aunts left quickly after cleaning.

At the dining table, Bai Miao silently drank millet porridge with side dishes.

Wen Congquan sat opposite him, hesitating to speak.

Bai Miao didn't raise her eyes, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Wen Congquan sighed heavily: "I know you are suffering, I know that this hurdle is difficult to overcome, and I know that you want to use work to forget about each other, but it's not such a hard work method..."

Bai Miao rolled her eyelids.

Wen Congquan continued to chatter: "It's not that you don't know your body. Others lose their hair when their liver explodes, but your liver explosion is fatal. If you really can't do it, ask me to blow two bottles of beer together. Just get drunk. Oh no, you now This broken spleen and stomach can't drink..."

Bai Miao interrupted him: "What do you know?"

Wen Congquan looked at Bai Miao's unhappy face, and said euphemistically: "There is no grass anywhere in the world, why hang on a tree with a crooked neck?"

Bai Miao: "..."

Wen Congquan: "Based on your conditions, why worry about not being able to find a partner? Or what kind of person do you like, I will introduce you to ten or eight..."

Bai Miao: "I'll fuck you, shut your crow's mouth, I'm not broken in love!"