You Are Deep in The Stars

Hot water rushed through his body, and the steaming mist dissipated some of the pain and coldness deep in his bone marrow, also bringing some colour to his face. Wang Yuanchen stepped out of the bathroom through the moist vapor and saw Han Zhuo sitting at the dining table with a cake and a bowl of noodles in front of him.

“Add a few more candles, and you can clap your hands and sing happy birthday,” Wang Yuanchen threw the towel aside.

“That picture was a bit unimaginable,” Han Zhuo thought for a while. “Can I ask Xiao Bai to complete this cake?”

“Teacher Shi, University L,” Wang Yuanchen ignored his teasing.

“What was that?” Han Zhuo frowned slightly.

“It should have been Linda’s maker, her father,” Wang Yuanchen answered. In the afternoon in the laboratory, the girl whispered these words into his ear at the same time during the kiss.

“She was very smart,” Wang Yuanchen continued. “Even Shi Tian was deceived and believed that she would use this information to get more dating opportunities. He wouldn’t have thought that she had already said everything in less than two minutes after we met.”

Even if that everything had been Teacher Shi, Teacher Shi, Teacher Shi, Teacher Shi… Although it wasn’t clear yet, the address had been pinpointed to a certain university, greatly reducing the difficulty of finding the person.

L University was one of the top universities in the northwest and was famous for its science and engineering disciplines. Han Zhuo clicked on “Teaching Team” on his computer and found that only outstanding talents were listed, and no one had a similar last name.

“Want to look for it yourself?” Wang Yuanchen asked.

“You just came back from the underground warehouse, and If I suddenly go to northwest L City out of blue,” Han Zhuo shook his head. “Shi Tian would definitely pay attention to our movements.”

“So, you needed to find a perfect reason, such as new business investment,” Wang Yuanchen sipped the sweet cream and felt that his mood had improved a lot.

Huanchen Group had no business partners in the northwest, so there was no reason why Bai Xi would want to go to L City.

Mr. Han had mixed emotions because he thought of Mark Li.

After being determined to make a romantic and poignant interstellar love story, Director Ma had now led his team to station in a film and television city in the northwest desert, filming the tragedy of “the male protagonist takes a spaceship and leads the aliens away” plot. He had repeatedly invited soul friends to visit the shooting. Every time Bai Xi received a call from this person, he would feel flagged and tight in his chest, so he coldly refused countless times, leaving Mark Li crying alone in front of reporters.

And judging from the map, that film and television city was less than half a day’s drive from L City.

“I hope this could be done as soon as possible,” Wang Yuanchen finished the last sip of soup. “That place is really disgusting to me, and Linda didn’t look like she was doing well.”

Han Zhuo nodded. “Understood.”

“How was he?” Wang Yuanchen asked again.

“He seemed to have been in a daze for a while today, but his mood is still normal,” Han Zhuo said. “By the way, there is a scarf on the sofa. It’s a gift from him to you, or to be more precise, it was a gift from him to the lonely old man.”

Wang Yuanchen: “…”

“You could sleep around it,” Han Zhuo suggested.

Mr. Wang said expressionlessly, “Get out.”

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The movie channel was currently broadcasting a reporter’s interview. Although director Mark Li was not very well-known, people couldn’t resist Ms. Zhuang’s wealth, so she had bought an entire session of the interview for her son. Bai Xi came out of the kitchen carrying the fruit and happened to hear the sentence “You will never meet again.” He suddenly felt a mouthful of old blood in his heart and turned around to go back to the study.

“Come here,” Han Zhuo called him while sitting on the sofa. “I have something to discuss with you.”

“You must have a big fever, that you actually took the initiative to watch his program,” Bai Xi wanted to change the channel.

“I need to go to L City,” Han Zhuo said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Mark Li on the TV saying, “We will be stationed at L University on the 5th of next month for a week of filming.”

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There were less than six days left before Mark Li’s “5th of next month.” Before going to bed at night, Bai Xi sat on the bed holding the quilt and dialled the phone with a serious expression. As a result, Mark Li was sobbing and choking on the other end. Firstly, because his close friend had called, and secondly, because he had just finished filming the tragic farewell scene at the end of the movie. It had really been heartbreaking.

“Listen,” Mark Li raised his phone. “Everyone was very moved.”

There was a cry from the earphones, accompanied by the whimpering waves of the desert ghost wind. Bai Xi’s hair almost stood on end, and he deeply suspected that he was actually filming the sequel to The Hawthorn.

“I still had some experiences to share with you,” Mark Li calmed down.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Bai Xi’s attitude was perfunctory. “But I probably couldn’t tell you clearly on the phone.”

As expected, Mark Li extended a warm invitation. “Then we can talk in person.”

Bai Xi said, “It’s not good.”

Mark Li insisted, “Very good!”

Bai Xi finally said, “I’ll think about it.”