Sleeper

Case Three: Going West

Age: 26

Occupation: Freelance

Sleep Difficulty: Five Stars

Background music: no

At 02:30 in the morning, Bai Yan came to an apartment-style house in a certain city center.

After ten minutes of ringing the doorbell, no one came to answer the door.

Bai Yan leaned against the door, closed his eyes and meditated.

About half an hour later, the door was opened without warning, and Bai Yan almost fell into the arms of his employer.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me," Bai Yan said with a consistent smile on his face, quietly hiding the slight unhappiness in his heart.

The other party didn't intend to shake hands with him, so he turned around and walked towards the living room.

"Mr. Xiang, I'm Bai Yan." Bai Yan withdrew his hand that was not held, and said while taking off his shoes, "I thought you were not at home, or you were asleep."

"I never sleep at this hour," Xiang Xi said quietly.

Bai Yan followed him slowly to the bedroom, looking at the long silk bathrobe behind him, gently slicing across the ground like the tail of a nine-tailed fox.

"I just took a bath in the bathroom, and I didn't hear the doorbell ring," Xiang Xi said slowly, picked up the towel beside the bed and wiped his hair.

Bai Yan put the suitcase in his left hand to his feet, and raised his eyes to see the bare feet gradually approaching west.

"Is there a hair-drying service?" Xiangxi looked straight at Bai Yan who straightened up, as if he would be very sad if he was rejected.

Just as Bai Yan opened his mouth, the other party took a step ahead and said, "If not, can I add it now?" When he turned around, there was a faint smile in the corner of his eyes.

This was the first time Bai Zhe had blow-dried his employer's hair. During the blow-drying process, he gently massaged his head for a while, pressing the Anmian and Yintang points.

Xiang Xi closed his eyes comfortably, and his short hair messily hit his cheek, making him itchy slightly.

"Does Mr. Xiang have any hobbies?" Bai Yan hesitated about which lullaby to play later, and he still couldn't make up his mind.

"Yes, I like photography and I make a living from it."

"Then what do Mr. Xiang like to shoot?"

"Buildings, pedestrians, and the sky."

"May I play a piece of classical music for Mr. Xiang?" Bai Yan put down the hair dryer in his hand.

"No, I don't want to sleep," Xiangxi stood up.

Bai Yan looked at him puzzled: "Then, Mr. Xiang means...?"

"You can go," Xiangxi walked out of the bedroom, grabbed a book, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Bai Yan didn't intend to leave just like that, because he never had a failure case.

"Can I sit down?" He pointed to the sofa opposite.

"What if I say no?"

"Then I'll be rude again," Hua Luo sat down and crossed his legs.

Xiang Xi smiled charmingly, but the next second was as cold as ice.

"Why don't you want to sleep?" Bai Yan couldn't be said to be curious, but just looking for a breakthrough point.

Unexpectedly, the other party deliberately put aside his piercing eyes, and looked down at the novel.

"What are you looking at?"

Xiangxi held up the cover to show him.

""Brave New World", "Bai Yan had an idea, "tell me about this book?"

The other party's eyes really lit up, and he said with great interest: "You know about dystopia? You listen to this sentence. In people's minds, stability is not as good as turmoil; Seduction or fascination against passion and doubt. Happiness never appears great."

"Do you agree with this statement?"

Bai Yan thought for a while, and then said: "If I discuss this topic with you, you can let me put you to sleep, how about it?"

Talking to the west, his expression changed, and he was silent for a long time before he said, "If you come back tomorrow night, I will promise you."

"I have an appointment tomorrow night."

"The night after tomorrow."

"There is also an appointment."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"talk later."

Bai Zhe returned to the bedroom, picked up his suitcase, put on a mask that half-covered his face and left quietly.

Xiang Xi continued to look down at the book, the person was not invited by him in the first place.