Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chi Xiaochi's back was shaking slightly.

He called Lou Ying in a low voice: "...Mr."

The voice trembled a little, scratching Lou Ying's ear like a cat scratching someone, as if it was not deliberately provocative.

Chi Xiaochi said, "I don't have any cards."

Lou Ying: "..."

Chi Xiaochi: "That card is quite expensive, so I only exchanged one card to play."

He still remembered that the last graphics card was exchanged with Yan Jinhua's regret value on the third day after he started begging.

That day, because Yan Jinhua had no experience in begging, he took over other people's territory, was beaten up by a small group of local beggars, demolished the hut he had built with great difficulty, and made him leave the town scrambling.

A full 80 points can only be exchanged for 5 minutes of physical time. It is a useless garbage skill. Chi Xiaochi exchanged one for the sake of collecting.

Chi Xiaochi said: "We will do this again after this mission is over and we return to the Lord God Space."

Lou Ying: "...what are you doing?"

Chi Xiaochi's tone of pretending to be relaxed was a little trembling: "Just, make an appointment with that."

Lou Ying let go of his hand.

Chi Xiaochi turned his back to him and said, "Physiological needs, I sometimes have them, it's normal."

Lou Ying's voice sounded from behind him, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "What did you say you were going to do?"

Chi Xiaochi stood up, and pulled up the soft boot on his right foot, "Well, I'm going to get some food."

The sound of walking out of the tent awakened Li Yeshu, who was taking a nap outside the tent, and he got up to get some side dishes without Chi Xiaochi saying much.

Chi Xiaochi faced the sky and took a deep breath.

...he did it on purpose.

Deliberately misinterpreted Lou Ying's meaning and deliberately provoked him, because he knew that even if he was angry, he would not be very angry.

Chi Xiaochi wasn't dull, he just didn't want to get involved in more complicated emotions.

Just friendship is fine.

Chi Xiaochi thought, Brother Lou probably liked him a little bit.

But it should be only a little bit.

Lou Ying is such a gentle person who can make him tolerate a bit noble and charming in his bones. He can't imagine anyone who can match him.

He is like a person who has been poor for a long time and thought that he would always be poor. Suddenly he has an incomparably rich treasure. The financial report allows him to enjoy and squander it, but he would rather put the treasure in a box and sleep on a hard box.

Very strange psychology.

Chi Xiaochi laughed, took the small tray from Li Yeshu, and re-entered the tent.

After Chi Xiaochi's proclamation of sexual intercourse violently shattered the charming atmosphere in the tent, Chi Xiaochi felt a little more at ease.

As he expected, Lou Ying considerately did not say any more romantic words that made his heart beat and he was at a loss as to what to do.

For a moment, there were only the soft sound of cups and bowls colliding and the swallowing sound of warm soup flowing into the mouth in the tent.

Lou Ying's eating movements were very elegant, and Chi Xiaochi had been watching him from the side, and his mood gradually calmed down.

They still had to sleep, so the food that Ah Shubei ordered was relatively small.

When she was half full, Lou Ying put down her chopsticks: "Well, it's done."

Chi Xiaochi withdrew the small table and bowls and chopsticks on the bed, lay down with Lou Ying again, helped him tuck the quilt, and then closed his eyes, pretending to be about to fall asleep.

He thought that people should be sleepy after eating enough, and when Lou Ying falls asleep, he can fall asleep with a hypnosis card...

In the long silence, Chi Xiaochi thought that Lou Ying should be asleep, so he secretly turned on the screen.

The moment the sleeping screen turned on, a sleepless voice suddenly came from beside him: "Speaking of which, do we have an appointment?"

Chi Xiaochi poked his finger crookedly.

These words were a bit random, but Chi Xiaochi instinctively felt that something was wrong: "... What's the appointment?"

Lou Ying paused for a moment, as if he was considering which words would be more appropriate to express.

In the end, he chose to borrow Chi Xiaochi's words: "About."

Chi Xiaochi: "..."

He felt something was wrong.

In Chi Xiaochi's original idea, Lou Ying would definitely refuse.

Chi Xiaochi turned his head sideways, opened his eyes, and met a pair of eyes sunk in the darkness, as silent as two stars.

Lou Ying asked him for his opinion gentlemanly: "After returning home? Do you prefer to be in the kitchen, the bathroom, or the bed?"

Chi Xiaochi: "...Sir, when did you become like this?"

Lou Ying: "I hope you have a better experience."

Chi Xiaochi tried to be shameless: "I never said that."

Lou Ying was even more shameless than him: "I'm recording."

Chi Xiaochi: "...Sir, you are a bit perverted."

Lou Ying: "Do you want me to play it for you?"

There was no sound from Chi Xiaochi.

Lou Ying seemed to have a sense of it, and checked the warehouse in his mind, and found that there was another hypnosis card missing.

...Obviously there is an amnesia card but it is useless, not bad, it is an improvement.

He sat up, looked at Chi Xiaochi who was in a deep sleep, and sighed slightly.

Lou Ying knew where Chi Xiaochi's crux was.

Memory beautifies a person.

Perhaps Chi Xiaochi himself didn't realize that, in his mind, Lou Ying was overly beautified.

A young man with excellent studies, proficient in mechanics, good temper, and no pretensions. Occasionally, he would be troubled by a question he did wrong, and he would forget the fried eggs in the pan because he was addicted to doing the questions, and could only face the ball in the pan. Coke looked at the ocean and sighed.

He doesn't want to be a high god, and Lou Ying is not a god either.

At least the gods are not dead, nor formatted, oblivious to the secrets of the system.

Lou Ying stared at Chi Xiaochi, with a gentle and helpless smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Now, I can be whatever I think I am. The stars, the moon, Dong Feihong, Bulu, Gan Yu, Gan Tang, Coal Boss, Wen Yujing, Yu Fengmian."

"But I'm not what you imagined."

"I want a lot, I have desires, and I have many bad thoughts that you can't imagine. In the future, you may have to accept it slowly. Please bear with me."

He lowered his head and straightened the somewhat messy quilt on Chi Xiaochi's chest. He didn't make any more intimate movements, and immediately supported himself on the ground with his arms, sat down on the wheelchair, looked down at his legs, and gave a wry smile.

Being a leopard has to be solved by yourself, and sitting in a wheelchair has to be solved by yourself.

Li Yeshu was guarding outside the tent, and faintly heard one or two muffled groans inside the tent. He pricked up his ears to listen carefully, but felt that he didn't hear anything.

Probably dreaming.

With the encouragement of the great victory, the marching speed of the soldiers was much faster.

After half a month, they arrived at a river in southern Xinjiang.

As the spring deepens, the ice and snow melt, and the river is wrapped in ice and jade, rushing down like a horse without rein.

"Borderless horse" is also the name of the river by the local aborigines.

There are also many veterans in the team who have been responsible for escorting food and grass all year round. The further they walked along the river, the louder the noise in the team was, as if everyone was discussing something in a low voice.

Yan Yuanheng was a little strange: "What are they talking about?"

Shi Tingyun was riding on his white horse, and the white tassels on his silver helmet were rattling by the river wind.

He replied: "Go back to the Thirteenth Prince, the ferry is coming."

ferry?

That's right, looking at the topography of this place, if he remembers correctly, there is a boat ferry in front of him.

Yan Yuanheng fell silent.

On a certain winter day when he was still a child, Nan Jiang recharged his batteries and launched a war.

The cavalry army in southern Xinjiang is superior, and they came prepared. Shi Jinghong was only a young general in his early twenties at that time. Not long after he first took command of the army, he was separated from the large team during a fierce battle. There was a fierce battle nearby, and Shi Jinghong's side narrowly won.

In that battle, Yingjiang was bloodied.

The pursuers came at any time, and the corpses all over the ground could not be buried. Shi Jinghong was afraid that the people in southern Xinjiang would kill and trample the corpses, so he reluctantly gave orders to push the corpses of the soldiers from the Central Plains into the blood-red river.

A lonely soul walks along the river, and will eventually return home.

The following year, the world was peaceful.

A veteran who had served in the Beifu Army for many years, met Shi Jinghong in the early morning of a certain day, and greeted Shi Jinghong when they met, speaking incoherently, thank you General Shi, thank you General Shi.

Shi Jinghong was confused, he helped him up and asked what was the matter.

He held up a letter and said with tears in his eyes, his wife wrote a letter yesterday, in which she said that she dreamed that her son came home, wearing a blood-stained iron armor, drenched in blood, did not speak, and only knocked on the door. Three rattles.

After waking up, his old wife staggered to the door, knelt down on the place where her son had bowed down in his dream just now, and stroked and stroked, as if there were still traces of water left there.

The fire-headed soldier broke down in tears and said, if there is no General Shi to lead the way, his son's soul will never come back, thank you General Shi for his kindness.

He couldn't hear Shi Jinghong's response for a long time, and when he looked up, he was surprised to find that Shi Jinghong, who was in charge, was also weeping.

Since then, the Beifu Army has set the rules.

Whenever the Beifu army passed by a boat, they had to dismount and lead the horse.

The Lord will have to kneel in front of the ferry to sacrifice his clothes, and the souls of the soldiers in Weijiang will go home in clothes.

In addition, there are three sacrifices.

There is no sacrifice in wartime, no sacrifice in urgency, and no sacrifice in disrespect.

The last time Yan Yuanheng led his army to rescue, he also passed by this place. Because of the urgent battle situation, he never stopped all the way, and rushed over directly from Yiyezhou.

When he returned, he remembered the injured Shi Tingyun in his heart, and drove all the way, but no one reminded him.

After all, he is not a soldier of Beifu, even if he is, in terms of his overly turbulent mood, it can be considered "disrespectful".

Yan Yuanheng was distracted thinking about the past, and within a moment, the former army stopped.

Shi Tingyun next to him got off his horse, and the red cloak on his body flashed, and was thrown to one side by Jiang Feng.

A boat has arrived.

It was an ordinary ferry, without any extra decorations. The tarpaulin on the top was blown up by the warm river wind, and because the river was speeding up, the wooden ferry was even a little loose. Cloud stepped up and shook slightly.

He watched Shi Tingyun take off his silver helmet, put it on the ferry, and immediately lifted his robe and bowed down.

The movements are clean and neat, which is the unique high-spiritedness of young soldiers.

As soldiers, they don't need to burn incense to summon their souls, they only need three solid ringing heads.

Shi Tingyun took off his thin cloak.

The cloak with red background and gold pattern looks like a red cloud rolled into the river.

Some soldiers responded by throwing helmets, whips, and even shoes and socks sewn by my mother before leaving into the river.

The veterans took the lead in shouting, and the recruits responded one after another.

Gradually, the scattered shouts turned into a deafening unison:

"No clothes! Same robe with you!!"

"No clothes! Same with Zi!!"

"No clothes! I wear the same clothes as my son!!"

After finishing the sacrificial clothes, Shi Tingyun picked up the silver helmet with one hand and led the horse forward until the rear army passed the ferry before flying onto the horse.

Yan Yuanheng, who had been watching him silently, asked him, "How many times have you done this?"

"Four times. This is the fifth time." Shi Tingyun said with a little regret, "I did it when I went to visit my father in the frontier. I didn't pray during the war, and I couldn't do it when I came back."

Yan Yuanheng said: "That time you were injured and fell into a coma. Zhennanguan was in a state of disrepair and there was no medicine for the time being. Uncle Shi entrusted me to take care of you and gave you permission not to bow down."

Yan Yuanheng clumsily tried to use the title "Uncle Shi" to get closer to Shi Tingyun.

It's been a long time since I heard it, and he kind of wants to hear him call himself Yuan Heng.

Sure enough, Shi Tingyun said: "That time... Thank you Yuan Heng."

Yan Yuanheng lowered his head, and couldn't help showing a happy smile where he couldn't see.

Raising his head, he was cold and serious again, and continued to say: "These days, Uncle Shi has never sent a letter..."

While speaking, there was a sound of horseshoes ahead.

Judging by his attire, he was a messenger from the Beifu army.

The messenger saw the Major General head-on, galloping forward, as if he had something urgent to report, the muscles on his face were a little stiff due to the wind, and he couldn't tell whether it was happiness or worry.

Shi Tingyun leaned over: "What's the matter?"

The messenger panted twice, clasped his fists and said, "Master Hui... Major General, Zhennan Pass... There is another good news! A few days ago, Deputy General Bai of Yongzhou intercepted a spy from southern Xinjiang, and obtained important information from him. The state is taken!"

When Shi Tingyun heard the sound, he cheered.

Peizhou is not a strategically important place that military strategists must contend for, but it is a sharp knife that separates Dingyuan and Yongzhou. Now that Peizhou is won, Dingyuan and Yongzhou can be opened up, and a new line of defense can be built!

He took out a letter from his pocket: "This is a letter from the general to your home. Major general, I want to go to the capital to announce the good news, so I will take my leave first."

In Yan Yuanheng's view, after the great victory, Uncle Shi wrote a letter to Ting Yun, which is a very normal thing.

But Yan Yuanheng turned his eyes occasionally, and found that Chu Ziling, who had been following Shi Tingyunxie on horseback, was also happy, but the light on his face was a bit dim, and the joy seemed a bit forced, which was really strange.

He secretly wrote it down and didn't mention it much.