Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

The responsibility of the Lord is to ensure the normal operation of the various world lines.

Of course, the Lord has the right to visit any world line.

The previous master was a squatting at home and liked to count money at home, but Chi Xiaochi was different, he was a master who liked to wander around.

Especially after coming out of the closet, he tried to keep his ears clean, and after reporting to Lucas and his junior Chi Song, he took Lou Ying and completely disappeared into the world.

"Cheng Yuan, how are you getting ready?"

Facing the manager's inquiry, Cheng Yuan took a sip of wolfberry tea with his thermos cup in his hand, and gave a gentle "hmm".

The innocence and stage fright of youth have long gone with the years, and now Cheng Yuan is still docile and reticent in life, but it is no longer because of timidity, but to maintain his voice to the greatest extent.

The evening was the finale of his first world tour, and he needed to play well.

In the afternoon, he and the band's rehearsal and rehearsal have ended, and the main task at present is to recharge their batteries.

Cheng Yuan was planning to take a nap when his little assistant pushed the door in with a bouquet of incense: "Mr. Cheng sent the flowers."

Cheng Yuan laughed, ah, another Mr. Cheng.

After his first letter, everyone knew that Cheng Yuan liked lilies, but the only ones that could be delivered to him accurately were Cheng Jian's flowers.

This is a little selfishness of Mr. Cheng.

Since reincarnated as human beings, the relationship between the two brothers has improved a lot. Cheng Jian even created a special memorandum related to his younger brother, carefully recording the details related to his younger brother that he rarely paid attention to in the past ten years. His attitude is very academic. The rigor inherited from the Cheng family.

Cheng Yuan took the flower, sniffed it, took the card on the flower, and asked casually, "Did it come from Xiao Yan?"

"It's from the flower delivery company." The little assistant said with a smile, "Knowing that you are resting here, who else could send such a beautiful lily besides Mr. Cheng? By the way, the little brother also said, you have the same The things have to be handed over to him. Have you made an appointment with Mr. Cheng?"

The manager realized something was wrong, and changed his expression: "The original resting point was too far away, it was only revised this morning, Mr. Cheng probably doesn't know where it is."

The moment Cheng Yuan opened the greeting card, his feelings froze for a moment.

Immediately, he got up in a hurry, with a touch of surprise in his panic: "Where is the person who sent the flowers?"

The manager thought it was a prank by crazy fans, and took the flowers in his arms: "Cheng Yuan, leave it alone, we'll take care of this..."

Cheng Yuan grabbed the card tightly and ran straight out the door.

The little brother was still at the elevator entrance, looking very ordinary, waiting, and when he saw Cheng Yuan, he bowed in trepidation.

Cheng Yuan pulled the little brother and asked a few words, then went back into the room: "Pen. Do you have a pen?"

Who has seen this Cheng Yuan who is picking up?

The manager was also confused, and handed him the pen in the bag: "Xiao Cheng, what's wrong? Do I need to call the police?"

"No need." Cheng Yuan pulled out a sheet of music paper used to record inspiration, lowered his head to sketch a few strokes on it, his hands and lips trembled a little, it didn't look like fright, but rather a surprise to reunite with an old friend after a long absence.

"Tell Brother Lu." Cheng Yuan said seriously to the manager, "At night, if someone comes to the concert with this piece of paper, take him to 'that' position."

The manager was startled: "'That'? Is the person you mentioned back?"

Cheng Yuan narrowed his eyes and laughed, his heart was full of joy: "Yes."

At his hand lay the card that came with the lilies.

"Little brother of the Cheng family, I don't know if the agreement will work or not. I'm here to listen to your concert today. Presented by Chi Xiaochi."

The evening concert was full of stars.

Cheng Yuan, a rookie in the music scene, has become an instant hit in the music scene because of his high-quality voice and excellent singing and writing skills. His live performances are even more outstanding. Even CDs can't show the beauty of his vocals beautifully, so his concert ticket prices are skyrocketing all the way. , It can be said that it is hard to get a vote.

Cheng Jian sat in the VIP seat and took care of the new tasks on his mobile phone one by one.

He doesn't understand music, he understands more numbers, reports and business documents.

But Cheng Yuan's concert, he must come every time.

When the work process came to an end, he was about to turn off the phone when he felt someone sitting next to him.

Cheng Jian followed Cheng Yuan to listen to seven or eight concerts, and the seats next to each of them were vacant.

That was the best position in every match, and it was decided by Cheng Yuan.

According to Cheng Yuan, this is the seat he reserved for an important friend, and no one can sit there.

Cheng Jian was delighted to hear it: "I can't sit too?"

Cheng Yuan just couldn't understand his brother's face, and said seriously: "Well, brother can't sit either."

Thinking back to the present, Cheng Jian reminded the visitor out of that subtle monopoly: "There are people here."

The handsome young man in the turtleneck nodded and smiled at him. "That's right. That's me."

His overly outstanding appearance made Cheng Jian feel a vague sense of crisis. While searching his memory for which star this was, he questioned him like an elder brother: "Where's your ticket?"

The visitor handed him the ticket frankly.

Seeing the ticket, Cheng Jian couldn't stop laughing.

It was a hand-painted ticket, which looked rather funny, but the cute little lamb stick figure in the corner was indeed written by his brother.

...His younger brother personally drew a unique admission ticket for the person in front of him.

The manager followed in, his stroke gradually bent: "Mr. Cheng, this is Cheng Yuan's distinguished guest."

As he spoke, he showed a half-sincere and half-commercial smile to this distinguished guest of unknown origin: "Mr. Chi, I wish you a pleasant viewing."

Cheng Jian began to be absent-minded, and couldn't help asking a few questions. Who would have thought that the person who came looked like an embroidered pillow, but was actually a fine person, and the answer was tight, and at most he only said that he was "Xiao Yuan's friend".

Cheng Jian was disturbed by this sudden accident and fidgeted until the lights flickered and Cheng Yuan stepped onto the stage.

"First of all, thank you for coming to my concert. Today is a very meaningful day for me..." Cheng Yuan didn't say the pre-booked opening remarks, but held the microphone tightly and turned his attention to the VIP seats , "I would like to thank an important friend who came to the scene today. This friend came across thousands of mountains and rivers. Without him, Cheng Yuan would not be where he is today. Therefore, today's first song, " Words from the Heart is all sung for him."

The fans were in an uproar, guessing whether the secret guest was a man or a woman.

Cheng Yuan gripped the microphone tightly, his voice trembled a little when he first started speaking.

However, Superman's talent makes his trembling look so moving.

Numerous hidden gossip cameras were aimed at the front row, taking pictures of surprised or excited faces one by one, planning to go back and compare and screen them one by one, so as to determine who was the one Cheng Yuan was talking about.

Everyone wants to know who Cheng Yuan's benefactor is and what secrets he has.

But I don't know if it was the lighting problem of the venue, or some other reason, but no one took pictures of Chi Xiaochi.

He sat on the soft seat as motionless as a mountain, leaning on the armrest with one elbow, even if he didn't make any movements, he should be the most dazzling existence.

However, where he sits on the camera is always an overexposed white light.

This night was extremely long for Cheng Yuan.

Almost at the end of the singing, the moment the stage elevator slowly fell and disappeared from the audience, Cheng Yuan took off his ears and rushed backstage. When he bumped into the manager waiting in front of the makeup artist, Cheng Yuan's eyes lit up. For a moment: "Where is Mr. Chi?"

The manager swallowed his saliva: "I went down to find Mr. Chi during the Encore, but he was no longer in the seat."

Cheng Yuan's eyes dimmed in surprise: "Did you tell him that I invited him to meet after the concert?"

The agent said: "I said it from the beginning. But even Mr. Cheng didn't know when he left..."

"……yes?"

Cheng Yuan murmured in disappointment.

I didn't even have time to say thank you in person...

But Chi Xiaochi didn't feel much regret.

Chi Xiaochi likes to reunite after a long absence, but he doesn't like to be grateful.That kind of scene was embarrassing for him and for the other party.

Therefore, when he came to see Shen Changqing, he didn't even leave him a shadow.

It's sunny in Melbourne today.

Last night's rain washed the leaves fresh and green.The freshly cut lawn in the backyard exudes the fragrance of fresh grass, which can be smelled from far away.

Shen Changqing held the leash with one hand, and lowered his hair with the other hand to read the message, but before the notification text message "Already arrived at the door" was sent, his hand suddenly became heavy.

The Labrador who was leading him didn't know what new land he had discovered, and rushed forward, causing Shen Changqing to stagger, and two of the newly bought fresh apples rolled out.

Shen Changqing didn't have time to take care of Apple, so he called out: "Hope, come here."

These days, the Labrador has accepted its new name well, but at this moment, it is jumping around the mailbox in front of the small villa like a merry-go-round, barking and spinning around, as if it smells the kindness. The taste of acquaintances.

There was no one on the long street, so Shen Changqing also breathed a sigh of relief, chased the apple back, picked up the leash again, and stroked the dog's big head slightly, which was regarded as punishment.

To find out what Hope was fussing about, he opened the mailbox.

Nothing special inside, just the local paper that was thrown in this morning.

But when he picked up the newspaper and was about to roll it up and spank the Labrador's ass, a letter slipped through the gap in the newspaper.

Shen Changqing's heart suddenly beat wildly.

It's not fear, but a little bit of nervousness and joy.

The letter was not addressed to whom, nor was it sealed.

He just tilted the envelope slightly, and something thin slipped into his palm.

……a photo.

A picture of him with his arms around Hope.

No, Hope was still called Help at that time.

At that time, it was still very small, and there was no Yedi that could dance vigorously for more than half an hour when it was pulled by a leash like it is now.

The photos have been carefully plastic-packed for maintenance, and there is no trace of wear and tear over the years.

In countless days and nights of despair, this photo gave him hope like a flame.

In the icy heap of golden clothes and jade food, in the severe winter of reality, he holds this little flame, just like a child who sells matches in a fairy tale and is about to freeze to death.

Until that person came, helped him, burned that spark into a monstrous flame, burned down the cage, and set him free.

He will be grateful for life.

Shen Changqing held this photo from a different space, and cherished the photo that witnessed his darkest years in the long street with no one in front and behind, and silently recited the names of those two people.

Chi Xiaochi, 061.

I wonder if Mr. Chi has waited for the person he was waiting for...

Shen Changqing's reverie was interrupted by a greeting.

"Why don't you come in. The food is getting cold."

Lawyer Zhao Guanlan, who was wearing a blue floral apron, stood at the entrance of the villa, less vicious and sharp, and more pyrotechnic.

Shen Changqing smiled softly, tiptoed playfully, used the empty envelope as a palm, and saluted: "Yes, Mr. Lawyer."

Mr. Yuan Chi already has a door of his home that is always open for him, and there is someone he likes in the door.