Chapter 47:

Before that, the White Screen had already experienced the feeling of being ingested by Van Gogh, but this time it was completely different from the last time. At that time, Van Gogh seemed to just "taste" his taste, but this time it was thoroughly cleaned and washed inside and out.
The deep cold waves lingering in the heart of the white curtain, the sea water pouring back, frantically rolled towards the van Galo, and the white curtain that lost them not only didn't feel uncomfortable, but instead began to get hot, hot, and soft The whole body seems to be soaked in the hot spring, which is uncomfortably comfortable.
It wasn't until this time that he realized more deeply--what those things that Van Gogh sucked in all have affected his health and life. Previously, he was like a broken and moldy, completely dead tree branch; but now he was exposed to the hot sun to remove the mildew spots that would cause him to rot slowly, and then soaked in clear spring water Here, the dormant cells are fully recovered, sending out green leaf buds.
The deep cold was replaced by a warm current, the dead energy was expelled by vitality, and the white curtain was imprisoned between the arms of Van Gogh. It seems that only this small square of the world can turn around, but it seems like a peek into a strange world. He stared straight at the man in front of him, his mind was all chaotic, but his heart gradually became hot.
It seems that after a long time, in fact, only ten minutes, Van Gogh stopped smoking, showing a slight expression. The white curtain trapped in his arms strongly endured the shock in his heart, and asked in a mute voice: "Is it okay?" He is sweating all over now, sweat is fumigated by the excessive body temperature, looks really embarrassed, But it has shown unprecedented comfort and laziness.
Without the influence of bad luck, bad luck and bad luck, he felt that his blood and bone marrow were urged by his vitality and began to boil. If he had the conditions, he could climb up to thousands of kilometers of mountains in one breath, which was wonderful. Extremely!
Van Gogh is also reminiscing the feeling that the body and soul are filled at the same time. He stepped back slowly and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay. This time, Mr. Bai will probably be lucky for a long time."
The white curtain immediately realized the meaning of his words, but did not feel disappointed. "Is there no complete solution?" In fact, he is not obsessed with a once-and-for-all solution, because Van Gogh is a good collaborator. .
"No, your fate is immutable, so those qi and evil spirits will continue to arise from your body until they accumulate to a certain level. At that level, you can come to me again." As he continued to retreat, his luminous hands waved in the night.
The white curtain followed him all the way, and after a long time, he said, "Goodbye." As he thought about it, his dim eyes suddenly brightened, "I will buy the house you rent now and transfer it to your name. ? I know you do n’t even have a decent place to live now. "
Fangallo shook his head and said, "No, I won't stay here for long."
The shining eyes of the white curtain went out instantly.
After thinking about it, Fangallo said, "However, I have a small question to ask Mr. Bai."
The white curtain nodded immediately and couldn't wait to say: "You ask!"
The two stepped back slowly and one stepped forward slowly, like a couple in love who was about to say goodbye and did not say goodbye. A group of bodyguards surrounded them, but could not disturb the quiet and pleasant atmosphere between them.
"Does Mr. Bai know Mr. Shen Youquan Shen?" Van Gaal can avoid all obstacles one by one without turning back.
The white background trying to hold him and protect him retracted his hand regretfully, and nodded: "Know, he is the president of KN Group Asia. KN Group holds seven blue blood brands. If you intend to speak, I can recommend you And fight for it. By the way, do you need resources? Want to film? Shoot commercials? Variety? I help you! "
The white curtain eagerly expressed his wishes. He wanted to give this person the greatest help and the most comprehensive care within his power, not for the ability of the other party, or for his own benefit, just because he wanted to do it. In his icy, tormented, and painful life, Van Gaal gave him the greatest warmth and his only hope.
Fangallo shook his head: "I don't need resources and I don't want to film. I have two lawsuits to fight with KN Group. It is not a good thing to enter Yamen, so I thought about whether I could settle out of court.
"Can I help you as a mediator?" The white curtain said almost praying: "I have a little thin face in the mall. Shen Youquan should agree to my invitation. We will find a private place to talk slowly, all the links I can do it for you. "In fact, out-of-court settlement is not as simple as he said. Face is useless, and negotiation is useless. Paying liquidated damages is the positive solution. As long as enough money is given, the plaintiff can immediately withdraw the complaint, and money is the least important thing in the context.
Fangallo refused: "No, I'm not ready to meet him yet. Do you have his information? Can you show me? I want to know this person first."
The scene was once again deeply disappointed. Before he came, he was terrified of Fangalo's demand for inexhaustibility. After he came, he realized that what made him more uncomfortable than asking for inexhaustibility was that the other party had nothing to ask for. He suppressed those weird emotions and said earnestly: "I will let people collect his information immediately."
"Then thank you first, Mr. Bai." Van Gogh walked backwards under a street lamp, his smiling face flashed in the dim light: "Just send it here, we will see you next time. Yes By the way, thank you for your good reputation on the Internet. The personality appraisal machine is very interesting. "
Bai Ma had to stand on the spot and smile stiffly, saying goodbye in his mouth, you're welcome, no need to thank, but the heart jumped sullenly. He watched blankly as the man walked farther and farther until he disappeared into the twilight.
Several tall bodyguards stood around him and waited, but waited for more than ten minutes without seeing him move. Looking at this posture, he seems to want to stand in the light beam projected by the street lamp all night, but it is just a kiss. Is there so much to remember?

Van Gaal did not know that someone was worried because of his departure. He climbed the stairs as usual, and then listened to the movement in this building. Anyone who can move away has moved away, either leaving behind indescribable words or indulging in this gloomy environment.
The father-in-law, mother-in-law, and son on the fourth floor are still torturing the woman with the lowest family status, and her husband has never appeared from the beginning to the end; the husband on the seventh floor is still beating his wife. When walking to the fourteenth floor, Van Gaal stopped at the stairs, only because two women were fiercely competing for the male tenant on the fourteenth floor, and although the male tenant tried hard to persuade him, the mouth of the micro hook and the smile His eyes revealed his pride.
There is no doubt that he enjoyed this moment. The jealousy, sadness, unwillingness, and pain of the two women have all become treasures placed on the table, which can make his spirit enjoy the pleasure of being happy.
Finally, he dragged one of the girls into his arms and said to the other girl: "Are you having enough trouble? You really make me tired! Every minute and every second I spend with you is almost uncomfortable. Suffocation. I told you a long time ago, I do n’t believe in love, and it ’s impossible to fall in love with someone. You can let me go!

"I don't want it! How can I live without you?" The abandoned woman cried and put on her makeup, and she looked extremely embarrassed, but she still pulled the corner of the man's clothes and refused to let go.
The man broke her finger vigorously and hugged another woman into the house. Before locking the door, he seemed unintentional, but actually said maliciously: "Then you die, I will believe it if you die." There is really something like love in the world. "
The girl was struck by lightning and stared at the thick door for a long time.
Van Ghalo's brow just went slightly up and went straight up to the seventeenth floor, when the little boy curled up and sat in the corner. He would no longer wrap himself up like an ostrich, but looked at Van Gogh with long black lacquered eyes and stretched out the pink tip of his tongue, licking it unconsciously Licking dry lips.
His exposed body did not show any scars, but his eyebrows were condensed with a black and thick death air, and gradually covered his face.
Fangallo sighed slightly, and then passed a hedgehog-shaped bread.
The little boy reached out and took the bread cautiously, opened the cellophane creakyly, and ate gulpingly. Van Gogh looked down at the top of his head with two lovely hair curls, struggling on his face. After a few minutes or so, he sighed again, then stretched out his slender index finger and lightly tapped on the boy's brow.
After a period of feeding, the little boy already trusted him very much, just looked at him and continued to eat. He knew that this big brother would not hurt himself.
The black, invisible gas quickly wrapped around Van Gogharo's fingertips, and he gradually penetrated into his body. When he left, the little boy's bluish complexion had recovered some ruddy. With mouth full of bread crumbs, he looked at the back of Van Gogh's departure in a silly way.
"Thank you, big brother." His mouth says this, but the vocal cords have lost their ability to tremble in day-to-day beatings.
Van Gogh seemed to hear something, and waved his right hand without looking back. Not long after returning home, he received an email from the White Screen, containing Shen Youquan's information, from family background to social relations, from schooling to work experience, everything is everything, all-inclusive.
There are also several interview videos of Shen Youquan, from life to work, from public image to personal privacy, and the topics covered are also very wide.
Fangalo quickly filtered the information, and the vast amount of information was just a glance for him. He was half lying in the bathtub, the water flowing on his shirt, skin, and hair, which made him a little lazy. He had been careless until he saw a minute detail that was not noticed by anyone.
In an interview, the program team also brought Shen Youquan's family to the recording site. They were placed in the first row of the auditorium and smiled at the son / husband / daddy talking with the host. Shen Youquan's wife put a thin boy in one arm and pushed a little girl out in the other, with a very severe expression.
This is the dragon and phoenix fetus she gave birth to her husband. When her son was in the womb, her sister took away too much nutrients. The body was very weak, and she fell ill every time. It was the focus of the whole family. The daughter has been strong since childhood and has a naughty personality. She often competes with her brother for toys and is not treated by her mother. Not only that, because Shen Youquan was born in a humble place, his parents did not have much knowledge, and had not read any books. The patriarchal idea was already deeply ingrained, so he naturally brought out this difference when he treated his grandchildren.
When Shen Youquan's wife pushed her daughter away, the grandmother also reprimanded a few words. Grandpa was sullen and his face was fierce. The little girl was so scared that she cried and was immediately taken away by an assistant. When the host smiled and invited Mr. Shen's family to come on stage, the audience only saw grandparents, parents, and sons, and the youngest daughter was completely excluded.
These scenes were just inadvertently captured by the camera, and there was nothing special about it, but Van Galo pressed the back button, frozen a frame, and stared at the two children pulling the collars of each other for a long time.