The plane landed at ten. Ding Ding took Bai Congming to the hotel he had booked in advance, very close to the exhibition center-just a three-minute walk away.
On his previous trips to exhibit, Ding Ding's first order of business had always been setting up his booth.
This time, worried that Little Bai would be tired after sitting for so long, he brought him back after a meal and insisted that he take a nap.
"Come set up the booth with me this afternoon. Tonight..." Ding Ding thought over their itinerary. "I'll take you to see the lights."
"Lights?"
Bai Congming stared at the pendant light on the ceiling, unsure what was so interesting about lights.
But since Brother Ding had said so, he certainly would not refuse. He nodded lightly, his eyelids growing heavier, and fell asleep nestled in Ding Ding's arms.
Ding Ding did not sleep. He watched Little Bai for a while and pressed a kiss between his brows. As he got up, he felt like a lecher, taking advantage of someone when they were not paying attention.
Opening his email, Ding Ding sent his previous clients the location of his booth. Quite a few replied, arranging to meet for a brief catch-up.
Once Little Bai woke up, Ding Ding waited for him to wash up, added another layer of clothing for him, then left the hotel with him and the suitcase packed with swatches and hooks.
The exhibition hall was noisy. Most of the fabric companies had come to set up that day, preparing for the three-day exhibition ahead.
Ding Ding found his booth just west of the center, wiped down a stool, and settled Bai Congming beside him. Then he crouched on the floor to assemble the racks and began hanging up the swatches one