Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

On the first day after the mission ended, Chi Xiaochi ate an apple and offered to go to a certain world line.

When he made the request, Lou Ying was scraping the scales of the yellow croaker fish in the kitchen, preparing to make yellow croaker dumplings.

A small plate of emerald cabbage dumplings has been formed, the constant temperature system at home is running endlessly, making the whistling sound of wind, and the little bamboo rats raised outside make a crisp sound like biting an apple like gnawing on bamboo.

He felt that everything was fine, and he was even a little reluctant to let him go.

Lou Ying raised her voice, "Wait until the afternoon, I'll make the dumplings and go with you."

Chi Xiaochi said, "No need, I'll come back as soon as I go, an hour at most."

Lou Ying wiped her hands with her apron and came out of the kitchen.

He wanted to return to his original face, but he was afraid that the main god would do something, so after careful consideration, he still used Wen Yujing's face.

With long hair trimmed into a cool short hair, a loose white shirt and black trousers with a few buttons casually tied, Wen Yujing's original demeanor was immediately pulled back into the world of fireworks, but there was no intention of disobedience .

Lou Ying came out with a few coats from the closet: "It's winter outside, choose what you like. Buy something you want and come back. I'll wait for you at home."

All the coats are quite warm, but the uniform is a little too big, the sleeves are a little longer, and they cover your hands a little bit.

Lou Ying helped him roll up the cuffs of the chosen camel coat a few times, so that the dark gray sweater on the wrist could be exposed.

When it was sorted to the right side, Lou Ying's movements paused.

... The ring he gave to Chi Xiaochi was originally worn on his little finger, but for some reason, it went to his index finger again.

A ring, from the ring finger to the little finger to the index finger, can be described as ill-fated.

But Lou Ying is quite confident about the final destination of the ring.

Thinking of this, Lou Ying smiled silently, continued to straighten his cuffs, and took a black cashmere scarf to wrap around him.

Chi Xiaochi raised his hand unnaturally and refused: "I will do it myself."

Lou Ying was worried that he would not be able to adapt to contact, so she took the initiative to let go.

Facing the mirror, Chi Xiaochi pulled out a knot in the scarf, and sprayed some light perfume on his body.

Lou Ying looked at his family Xiaochi from a distance, dressed himself up as a mature and handsome young man with ease, and his heart was full of warmth, but also a little uneasy.

He undoubtedly liked Chi Xiaochi very much.

He lost all his previous memories, so his liking is also very pure, it has nothing to do with the past, nothing to do with the future, it's just the current Chi Xiaochi.

For him, Lou Ying, what he got was the complete Chi Xiaochi.

But for Chi Xiaochi, what he retrieved was an AI with only a few years of memory.

So Lou Ying wants to know more.

He wondered what happened in those years.

Lou Ying wanted to help Chi Xiaochi find Lou Ying back.

So, after Chi Xiaochi chose a world line to leave, he also went back to the main god's space and knocked on the door of 089's room.

It's winter outside, and it's really cold.

Fortunately, there is Lou Ying's coat and scarf to keep warm.

Chi Xiaochi connected to the world's network, turned on the navigation, hailed a taxi, and reported an address.

Yesterday, when he and Lou Ying returned to their space, Chi Xiaochi had nothing to do, and searched for the book "The Mermaid Immortal".

Consistent with the data provided by the system, "The Mermaid Immortal" was only updated in Chapter 87, and there has been no update.

The author is called "Qingshan Hongchen". No new works have been produced following this pseudonym, and it seems that he has stopped writing at all.

Chi Xiaochi went to look through the comment area, but found something new.

Under this article that has been abandoned for a long time, there are still people urging updates, and there are quite a few of them. Most of them bear the ID of "Yanda Tourist Group", crying and shouting that please Danyan to update the article, and want to see the shark and the snake king follow-up story.

... oh well.

Chi Xiaochi searched along the line and quickly found the source.

"Qingshan Hongchen" changed his vest, called "A Light Smoke", went to another website, wrote a non-CP cultivation essay, luckily, was photographed by a film and television company, bought the copyright, and filmed without backlog It came out, the ratings were good, and it became an instant hit.

"A Light Cigarette" has the habit of keeping a diary since childhood.

After the convenience of the Internet, he used to record his mood on the blog.

During the serialization period of "The Mermaid Immortal", he recorded a lot of things intermittently in his diary, some of which were his own brain holes, and some were the troubles during the serialization.

When I was the most criticized by readers, "Qingshan Hongchen", who was still the author of Xiaoxiami at that time, was entangled for several days, and ran to knock on his editor to ask himself what to do.

The avatar of his editor looks very straight, a rough man with a cigarette in his mouth.

The editor was busy ranking the rankings, so he gave a regular answer: "Observe readers' preferences more."

The young author said: "Their request...is a bit difficult to do."

The editor said bluntly: "If you don't listen to the readers, there is no meat to eat."

The young author is still quite poor, so he listened to the words and bit the bullet to observe the readers' comments.

He wrote earnestly in his diary that listening to the editor's words is rewarding.

Then he wrote four different images, and was sprayed even harder.

The little author was a little frustrated, and at three o'clock in the morning, he posted a picture of his own supper in the space, with the text saying, "I don't have meat to eat, so I cook myself spinach noodles."

After a while, he found that someone liked it, and it was his editor.

He was curious, did the editor stay up so late?

Soon, there was an editor's reply below: "It looks delicious."

The little author said proudly: "I did it."

The editor said: "It will be more delicious if you add an egg."

The little author was a little greedy after thinking about it. He fried a single-sided poached egg and then cut it open.

He took another picture.

There was no response to this edit.

The little author didn't think too much, sat at the table and ate for a while, then opened the article page casually, wanting to see if he could find one or two constructive replies among a bunch of comments.

When he refreshed, he found that there were two more comments.