Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Cheng Jian had greeted his parents, so Chi Xiaochi was not interrogated after returning home.

He turned off his phone, locked himself in his room, and played Airplane Wars on his Xbox.

As far as he knows, Cheng Jian has the habit of playing games with Cheng Yuan.

The young Mr. President only plays plane battles, so almost all the records of plane battles in this game console are left by the brothers.

If Cheng Jian could spare some time, he would probably come to him to discuss and help him decompress.

Although it is said that emotions can affect the feel of the hand, Chi Xiaochi's hand damage is obviously beyond the scope of emotional influence.

After playing for an hour, Chi Xiaochi's score was still hovering around the top [-], and he couldn't even make it up the leaderboard. All the flashes in front of his eyes were sparks from the explosion of the small plane.

He flicked the handle and complained to 061: "My eyes hurt."

061 thought for a while, and went to browse the audio library.

Soon, a female voice sounded in Chi Xiaochi's ear: "For the revolution, protect eyesight, prevent myopia, eye exercises, start."

Chi Xiaochi: "..." You can rest up.

061 said: "I know you want to adapt to Cheng Yuan's life as soon as possible, but you don't have to work so hard."

Chi Xiaochi was not convinced: "I was very good at playing games when I was young."

061: "...well, well, amazing."

Chi Xiaochi said again: "This handle is too old."

061: "Well, it's a bit old. The scanned factory information shows that it has been used for two years."

061 agreeing like this is equivalent to Chi Xiaochi paving the steps and also paving the way for a red carpet.

But in this way, Chi Xiaochi felt a little boring.

He fell back in frustration: "Well, I'm handicapped."

061 said gently: "It's always okay to do eye exercises."

Chi Xiaochi: "..."

Under the guidance of the system, Chi Xiaochi did a set of eye exercises, and practiced for a while, guessing that it was almost dinner time, so he obediently came downstairs.

The elders are already waiting downstairs.

Standing on the stairs, he called Cheng's mother at the dining table, "Mom." Then he turned to Cheng's father, "Dad."

Cheng Yuan looked fine, he had never cried, but his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, he looked very tired, he was at a loss and couldn't find the focus.

Cheng Ma's nose was sore, she turned her face away.

Father Cheng pointed to Cheng Yuan's accustomed chair, "...sit."

At this time, Aunt Chen brought out a pot of steaming fish fillets from the kitchen. The bean sprouts were plump, the sauerkraut was crispy, and the fish fillets were shining brightly in the boiling fresh soup.

Cheng Yuan's eyes lit up, and Deng Deng took a few steps over to take it quickly. As soon as he put the fish fillet firmly on the table, he scooped up a piece with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and let out a sigh of relief.

Cheng Jian turned out from the kitchen: "No one is robbing you! How many years have you not eaten meat?"

Cheng's mother felt distressed again: "It's okay, don't worry, sit down and eat slowly."

The fish is cooked just right and melts in the mouth.

Cheng Yuan smacked his lips, very satisfied: "I will take Aunt Chen with me wherever I go from now on."

Aunt Chen smiled: "Okay, when Xiao Yuan is successful, Auntie will follow Xiao Yuan wherever he goes."

This is true.

Not long after Cheng Yuan committed suicide, Aunt Chen, who had worked as a nanny in the Cheng family for more than [-] years and watched Cheng Yuan grow up, had a heart attack and went with her.

Before she died, she lost her mind, but she was still muttering: "I'm going to find Xiao Yuan. I will make pickled fish for Xiao Yuan. He hasn't eaten it for several years."

Cheng Yuan rolled up the cuffs of his cotton pajamas twice: "Aunt Chen cooks fish for me, and I'll cook two dishes for Aunt Chen as well."

Aunt Chen hastily went to pull him: "Oh ancestor! As soon as you think about it, you will come up with it! Other dishes will be ready soon, just sit down, and you have to wash your body after smelling of oily smoke!"

Cheng Yuan turned to ask for help: "Brother."

When Cheng Jian thought of Cheng Yuan's craftsmanship, he actually felt salivating.

Since Cheng Yuan delivered food to him last time, he always felt that the food in the company cafeteria tasted wrong.

He waved his hand: "You go. There are still chicken nuggets and a little matsutake in the kitchen. You can figure it out yourself."

After receiving Cheng Jian's order, Cheng Yuan immediately snatched Aunt Chen's apron.

Aunt Chen was a little worried: "Don't burn the pot."

Ten minutes later, Cheng Yuan brought the dishes to the table.

He sautéed the chicken nuggets with chili until they were tender and golden, put them into a deep belly plate, and poured the collected soup on top; the butter baked the matsutake so that the fresh juice overflowed, and sliced ​​it beautifully into an umbrella shape, giving it a chewy texture Thick, like meat, plus a stir-fried lettuce, the table was bustling.

Cheng Ma and Aunt Chen were dumbfounded.

Cheng Yuan wiped his hands with the apron, and said to his father, "Dad, try it."

Since taking over Cheng Yuan's body, Chi Xiaochi has never cooked a meal for Yang Baihua.

First, everyone's skills are different, and the taste of the dishes they cook is different. Once Yang Baihua finds that the taste of the dishes is different from before, he will inevitably become suspicious.

Second, Chi Xiaochi is only willing to cook for those who deserve it.

The family sat at the steaming dining table, Cheng Jian and Dad Cheng discussed a recent company account, Mom Cheng was concerned about Cheng Yuan's interview process, and Aunt Chen kept bringing food to Cheng Yuan, fearing that he would not be full.

The faces of each other became a little blurred under the steaming heat of the home-cooked dishes, but they were extremely warm.

At the end of the meal, there was hardly any food left on the table, and Cheng Jian even dipped the steamed buns into the soup to eat, which seemed to be more than enough.

After the meal, Aunt Chen drove Chi Xiaochi, who was trying to wash the dishes, back to the room.

As soon as he returned to his room to pick up the game console, Cheng Jian knocked on the door.

Cheng Jian didn't come here to play games, but when he saw the game interface on the TV that he didn't have time to close, he couldn't help but feel itchy, so he suggested, "Let's play a game."

Chi Xiaochi: "Okay."

Chi Xiaochi looked as stable as an old dog on the outside, but was panicked inside.

He lamented to 061 in his heart: "...it's over."

061 said, "Don't panic."

Chi Xiaochi ignored 061's consolation, and began to quietly make up excuses.

... The loss of love makes me sad, and the heartbreak makes me disabled.

When the two sat down in front of the TV, Chi Xiaochi suddenly heard 061 say, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

Chi Xiaochi: "?"

Soon, a warm and dry feeling covered Shangchi Xiaochi's hands, as if someone was holding them, but nothing could be seen with the naked eye.

Chi Xiaochi trembled, and almost lost his grip on the handle.

The owner of those hands is very good at comforting, gently squeezed Chi Xiaochi's palms, and put his trembling hands in his palms, his voice was as gentle as water: "It's okay, leave it to me."

When 061 said to leave it to him, he meant to give it to him completely.

Chi Xiaochi doesn't need to move at all, just hold the handle.A pair of non-existent, slender and soft hands held Chi Xiaochi's hand and manipulated it for him.

Those hands were astonishingly fast, Chi Xiaochi felt that his hands were almost flashing afterimages under his guidance, and the small plane controlled by 061 was also moving rapidly in the hail of bullets, accurately sniping every enemy.

However, those enemies and the plane itself gradually turned into dense patches of color, and the light and shadow of the explosion blurred in Chi Xiaochi's eyes, turning into a pool of colorful paint.

Chi Xiaochi's expression was normal, but his palms were already cold and sweaty. The palms held by 061 seemed to have exploded into an ant's nest, itching and uncomfortable.

After one round, Chi Xiaochi easily broke the highest record.

He turned his head and smiled at Cheng Jian: "Brother, you gave birth."

Cheng Jian has a strong personality, and just about to say turn around and start again, when he turned his head and saw Cheng Yuan's brow dripping with sweat, he was startled, and reached out to stroke his forehead: "What's going on?"

Chi Xiaochi hid back and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's because I've eaten too much and my stomach is not feeling well."

Cheng Jian immediately forgot about the game: "Look at your talent. I'll get you some medicine."

Chi Xiaochi said: "It's okay, don't worry Mom. I'll just lie down for a while."

Cheng Jian was still worried, helped him to the bed, said to get him some digestive tablets, then turned around and opened the door to leave.

Guessing that Cheng Jian had already arrived downstairs, Chi Xiaochi got up, rushed into the toilet and vomited violently.

061's voice changed: "Mr. Chi...?"

Chi Xiaochi couldn't get his mouth out to answer him at all, his face turned pale when he vomited, his stomach was like a glove that had been pulled to the wrong side, convulsed and convulsed.

When he was able to catch his breath, Chi Xiaochi's first sentence was to express his regret: "...I finally ate it, and I vomited it all up."

061 was a little at a loss.

In fact, he didn't need to help Chi Xiaochi fight at all.

As long as a virus is used to invade the game system, even if Chi Xiaochi hits him with his toe, he can give Chi Xiaochi a million high score.

But he wanted to experiment.

Facts proved that he was right in his judgment, Chi Xiaochi had physical contact impairment, but 061 did not expect it to be so serious.

It's no wonder that these few days Chi Xiaochi, like a grandson on Shizipo, has turned Yang Baihua into a nuisance at every turn, even at the cost of his favorability points.

After vomiting cleanly, Chi Xiaochi rinsed his mouth with water, and leaned against the sink to calm himself.

061 apologized: "I'm sorry."

Chi Xiaochi wiped his mouth: "It's okay, I see that there are still some glutinous rice flour and rice wine in the kitchen, I'll go to make an extra meal for myself in the middle of the night, and make a rice dumpling made with rice wine."

Knowing that Chi Xiaochi is not feeling right now, 061 still couldn't help laughing: "That's not the problem.... What's going on with you?"

Just touching hands and throwing up stomach cramps, obviously a psychological problem.

Chi Xiaochi said lightly: "Old problem."

061 asked: "When you are in a show or filming, it is inevitable that you will have physical contact with others." What's more, there are kissing and sex scenes.

Chi Xiaochi said: "It's okay, I can usually last until the transition."

061:"……"

Chi Xiaochi was quite proud: "I get used to vomiting."

061 asked him: "How did it become like this?"

Chi Xiaochi looked up at Cheng Yuan in the mirror, there was a thin layer of mist in his eyes, which was very painful, but Chi Xiaochi's expression of not caring about everything diluted a lot of this pitiful and cuteness.

He walked out of the bathroom, couldn't find any cigarettes, so he took out a box of chocolate pocky, took one in his mouth, and said, "In addition to reading to me, Teacher Liuliu is also responsible for psychological counseling."

...that's what I don't want to say.

061 sighed: "I'm sorry. In the future, I will try to pick some world lines for you that don't have a deep relationship with the target of the capture."

Chi Xiaochi praised from the bottom of his heart: "Liu Liu, you are so cute."

061: "..." Well, well, cute is cute.

To comfort Chi Xiaochi, 061 said: "I saved the live video of the game just now."

Chi Xiaochi regained his energy immediately, rubbed his fists and said, "Hurry up, send it to me."

061 thinks that if you send it to Cheng Jian, I won't be able to control the beating, and then honestly package the video and send it to Chi Xiaochi's mobile phone and terminal optical computer, in duplicate.

Chi Xiaochi turned on the phone.

Yang Baihua's more than 90 WeChat messages and more than 30 phone calls were all ignored by him, and the video was saved amidst Didi's annoying notification tone.

He looked at it happily: "This is one small step for me, but it is a big step forward for people with handicap."

He added: "When I return to this world, copy this video to me."

061: "Huh? What are you doing?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "I went to visit Brother Lou's grave, made this video into a CD and burned it for him, and let him watch it. Teacher Liuliu took me. Now I am not handicapped."

061 laughed.

Chi Xiaochi is a very strange person, he is extremely rational when encountering a situation, and he calculates the layout step by step, but occasionally reveals some persistent childishness.

061 cherishes this persistence very much.

Chi Xiaochi may be the only No.1 who has traveled through a hundred worlds and has the possibility to return to the present world.

Chi Xiaochi just stayed at home like this, eating and drinking, occasionally going to Weibo to interact with his fans, posting some daily songs about writing songs and small videos of playing and singing.

Cheng Yuan never showed his face on Weibo before. In Chi Xiaochi's words, it was as wasteful as guarding a gold mine and eating cornbread.

He posted a video of himself playing the guitar, woke up the next day, and gained more than 2000 followers, and it is still rising.

"!!! Mom, is the blogger so cute!"

"Ask for marriage! Or ask for women's clothing!"

"... What orientation is upstairs?"

"I used to think that @chengyuan relied on talent to make a living, but now you tell me that you can actually rely on face? [狗头][走费]"

Chi Xiaochi responded to a few messages, and continued to post his songwriting routine from time to time.

But since he showed his face, there has been a large group of people queuing up for photos on his Weibo.

Chi Xiaochi said to 061: "Look, many people say that good-looking skins are the same, and interesting souls are one in a thousand. But without good-looking skins, who would take the time to understand interesting souls."

061 felt that this was a bit unreasonable.

When he accepted Chi Xiaochi back then, he didn't know what Chi Xiaochi looked like, and he thought he was quite interesting, so he went to 023 to search for information about him.

But 061 watched Chi Xiaochi's increasing number of fans, and felt that his words were not convincing, so he simply shut up.

One day, Chi Xiaochi came downstairs to get fruit, and heard Cheng's mother happily calling the old sister in the living room: "It's divided, it's really divided. I always look at the young man named Yang who is not going well.  … ...I don't look down on the poor, isn't Lao Cheng's father still raising fish now? But the word "good family" is really not a casual word, Xiao Yuan and Yang Baihua are not from the same world at all, why bother to get together?"

Chi Xiaochi smiled.

He quietly went back to the room, not disturbing Cheng's mother, wishing to spread the joy of spreading flowers all over the world.

But Yang Baihua didn't want to break up with Cheng Yuan.

After so many years, the emotional foundation is there, it doesn't mean that if there is no one, it will be gone.

Yang Baihua found that he couldn't get in touch with Cheng Yuan no matter what, so he could only look at Cheng Yuan's Weibo in various ways. Whenever Cheng Yuan posted a new Weibo, he would secretly like it, and at the same time keep sending out messages to show his kindness, asking if he was calm. .

Without Cheng Yuan cooking, without his careful care, without the sound of the piano and singing anytime and anywhere, Yang Baihua suddenly found that his life was not quite right. When he was working, he was muddled, and every now and then a little Cheng Yuan would jump out to make trouble, It made him unable to concentrate, made a lot of mistakes back and forth, and was dragged by the supervisor to scold him.

In the beginning, Yang Baihua was still confident.

Cheng Yuan was just being angry for a while, he loves himself so much, he will definitely come back.

However, a week passed and half a month passed.

After struggling for more than 20 days, Yang Baihua finally couldn't take it anymore.

Why hasn't he come back yet?

Could it be that he was detained by his family?Can't get out?