"Xiao Bo, do you have any money?" Xia Baozhu asked apologetically as she waved at the taxi.
"I have it, I have it." Ye Xiaobo quickly pulled out a wad of ten-yuan notes from the pocket of his motorcycle jacket.
"One bill is enough." Xia Baozhu refused the wad of money Ye Xiaobo offered, taking only one bill. She looked up and smiled, saying, "Thank you."
After saying that, she walked quickly down the steps.
The cold autumn wind whipped her black sheets and cloak, making them rustle and chill her to the bone.
"Zhuzhu!" Ye Xiaobo called out loudly.
"What's up?"
Xia Baozhu turned around, and the cold wind blew off her cloak, scattered her black bow, and let her long black curly hair fall down, fluttering in the wind and revealing an elegant and beautiful face.
The dim light shone on her face, giving her fair complexion a halo-like glow.
The goddess of night arrived barefoot on the wind, wearing her own black cloak, and smiled down at the world.
Ye Xiaobo clutched his chest; his heart utterly broke at that moment.
Xia Baozhu was so cold that she couldn't stand it anymore. Forget about her performance, she waved her hand and turned to run towards the taxi.
"Driver, to Jingxing Hotel." As soon as she got in the car, Xia Baozhu's voice returned to its usual cool and aloof tone.
"Okay, miss, please sit down." The driver glanced at Xia Baozhu through the rearview mirror, grinning to reveal his pearly white teeth.
Ye Xiaobo stood blankly at the door, gazing in the direction Xia Baozhu had gone.
The scene he had just witnessed, so beautiful it was like something out of a movie, had captivated him so much that he lost track of time.
Guan Xingfeng, of course, also saw that scene.
The appreciation of beauty is universal.
Faced with such vivid and refined beauty, he would also marvel at it, like it, and even think about possessing it.
So this time, he wasn't angry at Ye Xiaobo's stunned expression. Instead, he went out and asked, "Do you know who she is?"
“She said her name was Zhuzhu,” Ye Xiaobo replied as if in a daze.
"What is her full name?"
Guan Xingfeng's words jolted Ye Xiaobo awake from his daze. He realized that he didn't even know her name, where she lived, or how to find her.
How do I find her?
Ye Xiaobo's anxious heart suddenly calmed down. Didn't Guan Xingfeng know everything?
"Brother Guan, what's her name?" Ye Xiaobo asked with a sincere attitude.
Why should I tell you?
After Guan Xingfeng finished speaking, he walked into the hall with a smile on his lips.
"Brother Guan, just tell me her name and home address, and we'll call it even. How about that? I'll pretend this never happened."
Ye Xiaobo followed Guan Xingfeng's steps, but seeing that he didn't stop or reply, he hurriedly grabbed his clothes.
"Write it off? Heh, Ye Xiaobo, I'm just asking you, did you have a good time in there?" Seeing Ye Xiaobo's hesitant expression, Guan Xingfeng's face turned serious. "Tell me the truth."
"I was very happy the first two times, and this time, apart from having a nightmare, I was also very happy," Ye Xiaobo answered truthfully.
"What nightmare did you have?" Guan Xingfeng asked, raising an eyebrow.
“A female ghost carried the bed away and suddenly jumped in front of me. There’s something wrong with your room. I rarely have nightmares, but this one was terrifying. I think it’s related to the fact that your room doesn’t have windows.”
How do you know there are no windows inside?
"We found it while we were looking for the key inside."
"Is there a key to the room?"
"No, I carried Zhuzhu on my back so she could reach down the wire on the curtain and open the door with it. You know, my lock-picking skills are famous in the yard," Ye Xiaobo said proudly.
Guan Xingfeng nodded and asked, "Are you all asleep?"
"No." Ye Xiaobo thought of that face etched in his heart. Fortunately, it wasn't there. Given her shyness and innocence, it was very likely that they would never see each other again.
Guan Xingfeng nodded: "Her name is Xia Baozhu. If you have a habit of reading newspapers, you should know her."
"Why aren't you going back yet?" Guan Xingfeng looked at Ye Xiaobo, who was still following him, as if he had returned to when he was eight years old.
Twenty years ago, he finally returned from the countryside and moved into the compound with his family. The adults there were kind to him, sighing with relief and gratitude.
But those children were different. Because he had been to the countryside, there were a few children who would bully him, humiliate him with all sorts of nasty words, and eventually beat him when the adults weren't around.
Ye Xiaobo was only three years old at the time. When he saw Ye Xiaobo being beaten, he said in his childish voice that hitting people was wrong, and he was beaten as well.
He protected Ye Xiaobo from running away and was severely beaten.
Later, Ye Xiaobo often followed him around.
I don't know when, but the two of them had a fight and broke up because they were playing different things.
It's also possible that he was too strict with Ye Xiaobo during his adolescence, which caused Xiaobo to develop a rebellious mentality.
The two drifted apart, and when they met, they didn't even exchange a word.
"Is she very famous?" Ye Xiaobo ignored Guan Xingfeng's next question; his mind was entirely on Xia Baozhu at that moment.
"I guess so."
"Brother Guan, could I see that newspaper?" Ye Xiaobo pleaded.
"I'm going to sleep now, maybe tomorrow."
"Please, Brother Guan, I won't take up too much of your time."
Guan Xingfeng laughed. This was Ye Xiaobo.
"Since you've already begged me, then come with me."
Guan Xingfeng took Ye Xiaobo to his office, found two newspapers belonging to Xia Baozhu on the newspaper rack, and tossed them to Ye Xiaobo.
"See?"
Ye Xiaobo excitedly accepted it: "Thank you, Brother Guan."
He quickly read through the printed words at a glance.
He frowned and looked at it carefully again.
Guan Xingfeng leaned back on the sofa, watching Ye Xiaobo's changing expressions, finding it quite amusing.
"Is the person in this picture really Zhuzhu? Is she that amazing?" Ye Xiaobo held the newspaper in his hand.
"Let me show you this."
Guan Xingfeng took a fashion magazine out of the coffee table drawer.
Ye Xiaobo took a closer look and found that the cover was still Xia Baozhu.
Huh? I think I've seen this magazine before, it was with Xiuxiu, but I didn't pay attention to it at the time.
He felt that the beautiful women in magazines were all fake, and he rarely paid attention to them.
However, after seeing the real person and looking at the cover, he felt somewhat dissatisfied: "The photo is a bit stiff, not as pretty as Zhu Zhu in real life."
Guan Xingfeng knew he was hopeless when he heard him still affectionately calling Zhuzhu.
Even if he said that Xia Baozhu was that female ghost, Ye Xiaobo wouldn't believe it.
"Alright, you can go back now." Guan Xingfeng waved his hand, shooing Ye Xiaobo away.
Holding a newspaper in one hand and a magazine in the other, Ye Xiaobo said, "Brother Guan, can I stay here for the night? The dormitory is fine."
"You're afraid of the dark and don't dare to walk at night."
"No, I'm afraid my family will ask if I go back at this time."
"Then you can sleep in the room you came out of."
"No!" Ye Xiaobo swallowed hard and refused excitedly, "I had nightmares there, I would rather die than sleep there."
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