You Are Deep in The Stars

The wind was noisy.

During lunchtime, the students all went to the cafeteria. There were not many people in the library. Han Zhuo opened the heavy curtain and was about to go in when a loud voice sounded in his ears: “ID.”

The speaker was probably in his sixties, his face was red and energetic, and he seemed to be a very healthy old man.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that outsiders weren’t allowed in here,” Han Zhuo said apologetically. “I just wanted to come in and warm up, it’s too cold outside.”

“Teacher, you are being stubborn again, aren’t you?” Before the uncle could say anything, a sweeping lady next to him criticized, “It’s so cold outside, what’s wrong with letting young people come in and sit for a while? Hey, young man, you are here to ask the leader to help you, right? They aren’t here; they don’t go to work until half past two.”

Han Zhuo said, “Yeah.”

“Come in, there’s a water dispenser there,” the aunt was very enthusiastic.

The old man was no match for his female compatriot, so he had no choice but to say “hmm” and continued to sort out the pile of old books in front of him, preparing to sort them into categories and put them back in their original places.

“Do you want my help?” Han Zhuo asked.

“Go in quickly,” the old man glared at him. “Don’t get in the way.”

Mr. Han smiled and found a seat in the front row. He took out his cell phone and took a photo of the “teacher.”

In the studio, Bai Xi was watching the live version of the movie against the cold wind. Director Mark Li had blue veins on his neck and was holding a loudspeaker, directing at the top of his lungs. He looked quite ferocious.

Bai Xi held hot coffee in both hands, his nose and ears were red, and he felt that he had been psychologically and physically devastated. Of course, when he thought of the purpose of this trip and the inexplicable business deal, he immediately felt alive again. The harsh environment was not insurmountable, and soul friends and Shakespeare also had their own unique scenery.

“Okay, let’s rest for ten minutes!” Mark Li rushed over and asked Bai Xi, “What do you think?”

“Very good.” Bai Xi sniffed, handed him the coffee cup, and took out the vibrating cell phone from his trouser pocket. It was a WeChat message sent by Han Zhuo, and there was only one photo attached.

Mark Li continued emotionally, “I think these scenes are okay… Hey, where are you going?”

“I know him.” Bai Xi hurriedly sent a voice message while walking. “Do you still remember the demented old man I met in an abandoned parking lot when I was a junior in college?”

Han Zhuo was a little surprised. He had never imagined that such a possibility would exist before.

After sorting out the books, Teacher Shi got off the morning shift and rode his 28-bar bicycle all the way back to the staff building. His snow-white hair was stained with snowflakes, he was dressed simply and neatly, and he kept smiling and saying hello to people along the way. He seemed to be from two different worlds from the smoky punk girl in the nightclub, and no one would compare them with each other. That these two “Father and daughter” were related. Han Zhuo watched him return to his residence, and then called Bai Xi again, doubting, “Are you sure you remember it correctly? He doesn’t have any signs of Alzheimer’s.”

“I’m sure.” Bai Xi replied. “That must be him.”

If there had still been some doubts before, Han Zhuo was now 80% sure that this librarian was Linda’s “father” and the mysterious homeless man who gave Bai Xi powers. It should be the same person.

He called Wang Yuanchen and inquired about Linda’s current situation.

“Still alive,” Wang Yuanchen replied. “But I can guarantee that she had angered Shi Tian countless times after I left.” The increasingly pale face was the best proof.

“What about you, how are you doing over there?” Wang Yuanchen asked again.

“I found…” Before Han Zhuo could finish his sentence, he saw Teacher Shi coming out of the dormitory again and riding his bicycle to the north.

There was an abandoned teaching building that had not been demolished yet, but the heating had been turned off, so no students went there to study. Han Zhuo walked along the stairs to the third underground floor and looked at the old man at the end of the corridor.

“Teacher Shi,” he said.

“Why did you come to me?” Teacher Shi turned around and looked at him coldly.

“You should know the reason.” Han Zhuo said. “She needs your help.”

“She doesn’t need it.” Teacher Shi shook his head. “She can help herself. If not, it’s her problem, not mine.”

“She is under twenty years old and is just a little girl. She shouldn’t be subject to excessively strict requirements.” Han Zhuo paused and continued, “Also, Xiao Bai is here this time.”