It's good to stay at home for a thousand days, but everything is difficult when you go out.

Jian Jing stayed at home for three consecutive days. She only gave Kang Mucheng face and went out for dinner to let him see that she was safe and sound, so that she could put her heart back in her stomach. The rest of the time, she stayed at home to clean up the house.

She had gone through many ups and downs before she cracked the code of Saint Angel and got the memories of "Jian Jing", so she unconsciously thought that the information was correct.

However, the difficulties were caused by accidents, and for "Jian Jing", this was not a problem.

She needed to get rid of the inherent impression and jump out to examine it from an outsider's perspective.

But there have been too many things recently, and her brain has not had a good rest, so she is a little irritable. So, she simply put down everything related to the case, stopped thinking, and worked more.

Mechanical labor can relieve the fatigue of the brain without being as drowsy as sleeping.

Moreover, after cleaning the room, her mind feels a lot clearer, not as chaotic as the past few days.

Jian Jing chilled a bottle of fruit wine, ordered two desserts, and prepared to enjoy half a day of leisure.

School starts? No problem, I've asked for leave.

Classes? The tutor said not to worry, the topic has been given to her, and she just needs to write the thesis when she has time.

It's worth choosing the most "enlightened" teacher at that time.

Just after opening the bottle of wine, the doorbell rang.

She went to answer the door, and it was Jiang Baiyan. He wore a duckbill cap and a mask, carried a cat bag, and looked around furtively outside the downstairs door.

"Pudding?" Jian Jing called.

In the camera, the cat showed a fat, pancake-like face.

She laughed and opened the door to let them in.

As soon as Jiang Baiyan entered the room, he let Pudding out first. It twisted its fat body and threw itself into Jian Jing's arms with overly sensitive movements, meowing.

"Did you just take a bath? You smell so good." Jian Jing buried her head in the cat and took a deep breath.

"Yes, I went to bathe and trim its claws today." Jiang Baiyan said, "Don't be fooled by it, it wants to cheat for food again, the doctor said that it must control its weight."

Jian Jing picked it up, weighed it, and sighed: "It's heavier again."

"Alas." The shit shoveler frowned, "When I go to film, I will send it to a pet school, they can help it lose weight."

Jian Jing: "..."

Born as a cat, and having to go to school, it's miserable.

Who would have thought that she would be the next one to suffer.

Jiang Baiyan saw the succulents on the balcony and gasped: "Teacher Jingjing! Succulents!"

Jian Jing: "Uh..." She turned sideways and stood in front of him lightly: "Sit down, do you want a drink?"

Jiang Baiyan was blocked by her and stopped walking wisely, but his mind did not stop. He looked up and felt sad: "The claws are gone."

Jian Jing had to admit her mistake: "I was away for a few days, and my aunt watered it for me. It seems that she watered it too much. Did the roots rot?"

Jiang Baiyan said: "It needs plenty of sunlight, but it can't be exposed to the sun, it can't be cut off from water, and it can't be watered too much."

She: "I was wrong."

"Don't say that." He rolled up his sleeves and comforted her, "Succulents are very difficult to grow. I killed many of them when I first started growing them, but I learned slowly. I'll help you prune them."

He took the flower scissors and carefully trimmed the unhealthy parts, looking as serious as a surgeon.

Jian Jing came over with Pudding in her arms to watch the excitement.

Pudding curiously moved over, sniffing here and there, and was extremely curious about the fat succulents.

"Be good, don't bite." Jiang Baiyan held its head with one hand and used a small hoe in the other to loosen the soil in the tight flower pot.

Jian Jing asked: "What do you want to drink? What can I drink?" "Any sugar-free drink is fine,

" he said. "I've already signed the contract. Director Mei said that I don't need to control my body shape too much this time. Just normal is fine. But I need to build more muscles. I've been drinking protein powder every day recently and I'm about to vomit." Jian Jing sympathized: "It's so hard. " "Building muscles is hard," he complained. "If I eat a little, my abdominal muscles are gone. It's really disgusting to eat protein every day." Jian Jing poured him a glass of iced American coffee and took away the snacks on the table. Jiang Baiyan: "Teacher Jingjing!" She: "?" "I thought you would be polite." He was shocked, "Then I can say that the teacher asked me to eat it, and I just listened to the teacher and ate one more bite." Jian Jing: "Pfft." "I want to eat cake too." He was very depressed, "Isn't it, Pudding wants to eat snacks too?" Pudding: "Meow!" "But none of us can eat it." He was cold and ruthless. Pudding: "..." Jian Jing couldn't help laughing. Jiang Baiyan made a face and got back to the point: "I came here today to ask Teacher Jingjing about the script. I got all the scripts and read them roughly twice." Jian Jing had a headache: "Don't ask me, I get a headache when I see the script." "That's not what we're talking about." He said with a smile, "I want to ask Teacher Jingjing, do you have any requirements for the role? Do you want me to look more sad, cold, or handsome?" This is a good question. The script is just words. Different people interpret it and the temperament is completely different. She thought carefully for a while before saying, "I hope you are more beautiful and not too manly." In fact, there are many actors competing for the killer this time. Jiang Baiyan is the youngest, and the others range from 25 to 35 years old, each with their own charm. But Jian Jing doesn't want the killer to be too manly. The more obvious the masculine traits are, the more hormones are, the easier it is for people to realize that he is a man. The definition of man and girl will spoil the story, and the ambiguity between genders will destroy the original feeling. "Be more beautiful, like a tree, a bird, a white cloud." She said. Jiang Baiyan thought: "So, the relationship between them is love but not sex?" He scratched his head, "This is a bit difficult to express." "Young people should be brave enough to accept challenges." Jian Jing drank the chicken soup insincerely.

Jiang Baiyan pursed his lips but said nothing. He opened the script and started to ponder. He was focused and serious when he was working, and there was no sign of him being forced.

Jian Jing couldn't help but ask, "Do you like acting?"

Jiang Baiyan raised his head, thought for a while and said, "It's okay to make mistakes in acting. I think it's much simpler than life. Breaking away from my original identity and playing another person will also feel like a holiday."

"You say that," she asked hesitantly, "Is it tiring to be yourself?"

"Being a star is tiring." Jiang Baiyan leaned on the back of the chair, resting his head on his arm, and murmured, "I have to keep in shape, manage my expressions, maintain my network, and I don't have many friends."

Jian Jing reached out and touched his head.

He didn't evade, but came closer, half coquettishly, half begging: "Don't think I'm hypocritical, I'm complaining about being tired, but I still have to do it."

She touched Pudding's chin and smiled, "I didn't say that."

Jiang Baiyan was satisfied and gossiped in a low voice: "Our line of work looks glamorous, but it's easy to get into trouble. The clinic where I do psychological counseling has at least seven or eight colleagues."

Jian Jing was surprised: "Are you seeing a doctor?"

"It was Sister Lin who suggested it." He waved his hands, "It proves that I have always had psychological problems, an unfortunate family background, and suffered from cold violence. If the Jiang family messes with me one day, I won't be too passive."

She: "Your agent is quite... thoughtful."

"Sister Lin is amazing. Most problems are not a problem in her hands." People who know how to behave will say good things about others behind their backs. Jiang Baiyan praised the agent and quietly expressed his loyalty, "Teacher Jingjing is also amazing. In my heart, she is the best."

Usually, she would just laugh off the flattery.

But at this moment, Jian Jing was touched by her thoughts and couldn't help but be more serious: "Don't overestimate me. I'm not as amazing as you think."

She felt that in Jiang Baiyan's eyes, she always had a white cat filter, righteous and kind, and never defeated. But the white cat is fictional, and the characters in the author's works are invincible as long as the author wants.

Reality is not the case.

Everyone will fail, and everyone will make mistakes.

"I'm just an ordinary person like you." She looked into his eyes and said anxiously, "I will fail, get afraid, and make mistakes."

"Oh--" He blinked, with a hint of cunning in his dark pupils, "Then, what is Teacher Jingjing afraid of?"

She: ???

This little vixen, is he deliberately trying to trick her? The emotion just now disappeared completely, and Jian Jing said unhappily: "Are you afraid of death?"

"Are you angry?" He moved his butt and squeezed to sit next to her, resting his head on her shoulder, "Don't be angry, talk to me, I've told you everything."

Jian Jing lifted up Pudding and slapped him in the face: "Stay away from me."

"No." He snatched Pudding from him, grabbed the skin behind its neck, pulled it aside and threw it away, "You look very stressed, why, can I help you? Anything is fine, I will do it."

Jian Jing denied: "No."

"You are, you are worried." Jiang Baiyan said, "Your face is not shiny, and you have dark circles under your eyes."

She was startled and touched her cheek subconsciously: "Is it true?"

He nodded vigorously.

"But I don't understand. There are no new books to be published recently, and the film and TV series are progressing smoothly." Jiang Baiyan was genuinely confused. "What are you worried about? The nomination?"

At this point, Jian Jing couldn't fool him anymore, so she said vaguely, "Something else."

He asked, "Can I help you?"

She shook her head.

"Do you want to talk to Mr. Kang?" Jiang Baiyan asked again.

Jian Jing smiled, "It has nothing to do with my work, and Mr. Kang can't help me."

"Eh." He made a meaningless sound and suddenly became quiet, but his eyes stayed on her face.

Jian Jing felt uncomfortable being looked at by him, and couldn't help asking, "Is my complexion really that bad?" As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to make an appointment for a beauty treatment.

"It's fine." He said, "It's just that Teacher Jingjing should relax. Do you want to let Pudding stay?"

She said, "No, I have to go out in a few days. Otherwise, you can take the succulents back with you. I really can't take care of them." Her tone was full of apology.

"Don't think like that." Jiang Baiyan said seriously, "If there is nothing waiting for you at home, it will be so lonely. Even plants are better than nothing."

Jian Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right."

The homes in this world are indeed too deserted. There are no parents, no pets. Sometimes when you push the door and walk in, the first thing you feel is not warmth, but you have to be alert to see if everything is normal at home.

It is also absurd.

"My appointment time is coming." Jiang Baiyan looked at his watch, got up quickly and packed up, and also recommended to her, "You can also adopt a cat, so that you can play together."

Jian Jing was slightly tempted, but restrained herself and said, "Let's talk about it later."

He didn't force her: "Then I'll go back first, Pudding will stay for a while, and the assistant will come to pick it up in the evening."

This couldn't be better, she readily agreed: "Okay."

Before leaving, Jiang Baiyan repeatedly reminded: "Don't be soft-hearted and feed it snacks."

Jian Jing: "... Got it."

When Jiang Baiyan rushed to the psychological clinic, the time had exceeded five minutes.

"Thank you for the red envelope." The gentle and handsome psychologist pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled, "You still have 55 minutes."

Jiang Baiyan didn't care about the money, found a comfortable position in the chair, and looked at his doctor. If Jian Jing had any cheats to see this scene at this moment, she would be very surprised.

Because Jiang Baiyan now looked completely different from the way he looked at his home half an hour ago. He didn't look like a spoiled child, but rather a little cold.

The psychiatrist was not surprised and calmly narrated: "How did you sleep this week? How long did you sleep for?"

"Five or six hours," he said, "Sleeping pills are very effective."

"You don't have physiological insomnia. If you can avoid taking medicine, try not to take it," the doctor said.

Jiang Baiyan said: "I feel pretty good."

"You can't sleep because you're worried." The doctor didn't argue with him and asked softly, "Would you like to talk about your worries?"

"Worries... I'm thinking about a question." He actually answered cooperatively, "What kind of man would a woman like?"

The psychiatrist raised his head unexpectedly, then a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he said gently, "Good question."