Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

After 40 minutes, Chi Xiaochi arrived at his destination.

When I got out of the car, I saw the four big characters of "Beimang Cemetery", and then referred to the surrounding environment with dark moon and high wind, the system's eyes went dark.

He asked cautiously, "What are you going to do?"

Chi Xiaochi pulled the handbrake and turned off the ignition, looked at the sleeping Yang Baihua in the rearview mirror, and smiled sinisterly: "Hehehe."

system:"……"

Chi Xiaochi asked: "Excuse me, how much favorability do you need for a razor blade?"

The system is expressionless: "Call the police for free."

Chi Xiaochi: "There are no blades, but iron wires are fine."

system:"……?"

Chi Xiaochi glanced at the gate of the cemetery: "Forget it, it's not necessary."

Chi Xiaochi didn't do anything to Yang Baihua.

He got out of the car and stood facing the direction of the cemetery for a while in the bleak wind, as if he was in deep thought.

Of course, this is not the famous funeral geomantic treasure of "born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in Beimang", but it's just a trick to sell dog meat.There was a big rusty copper lock hanging on the iron gate, and weeds were overgrown. Half of the big copper character "Mang" was missing, leaving only a solitary right ear.

Chi Xiaochi took off his down jacket, put it on the front hood, stepped back facing the gate, left enough room for acceleration, and rushed straight towards the iron gate.

He seems to be very familiar with the work of turning the door. He jumped up three steps away from the iron gate, landed on the rusty iron flower carved between the iron gate railings with one foot, and grabbed the copper plate with his right hand. The word "North" was used as a buffer, and the other foot immediately followed, stepped on the horizontal gate bar directly above the iron gate, and with a light leap, he successfully sent himself to the other side of the iron gate.

After landing, Chi Xiaochi stretched his ankles.

System: "It's okay."

Chi Xiaochi frowned: "It's a little numb."

The system didn't say anything, connected to his neurons, and silently unblocked his numb tendons, and the numbness was instantly relieved.

Chi Xiaochi snorted, stomped his feet, and thought, he recovered quite quickly.

He didn't think much about it, and after slowing down, he walked into the grass as high as the tombstone.

The system asked, "What are you doing here?"

He was quite afraid that Chi Xiaochi would say, I'll check it out.

Fortunately, Chi Xiaochi's answer was quite normal: "Come and find someone."

The system became curious: "Who are you looking for?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't answer, but stepped on a piece of weeds protruding from the cracks in the bricks.

The grass in winter lacks moisture, and it is very loud when you step on it.

He used his mobile phone to illuminate, ignored the tombstones that were closely arranged like a honeycomb, and walked straight to his target.

Soon, he stood still.

The fluorescent light of the mobile phone landed on a cheap stone tombstone, and the name engraved on it was Wang Jianguo, who was born in 1949 and died in 1989 at the age of 40.

Chi Xiaochi brushed away the weeds and ash clinging to the tombstone, stared at the tombstone for a moment, then turned and left along the same path.

The system tentatively asked, "Who is he to you?"

Chi Xiaochi replied: "I don't know."

system:"……"

Chi Xiaochi added: "Fortunately, I don't know him."

system:"??"

In order to open the door conveniently, Chi Xiaochi took off his down jacket, and a black waist sweater outlined the thin and beautiful lines of his waist and abdomen.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets to keep warm, and when he spoke, white steam was slowly coming out of his mouth: "...you said, in order to facilitate the execution of tasks, the world line of the first world will be very close to the world I used to live in."

...The system seems to understand something.

He remembered that when scanning the new host's information, he saw that Chi Xiaochi's hometown had the same name as this city.

Chi Xiaochi added: "...they are both called Beimang Cemetery, and the layout is exactly the same, what a coincidence."

...but the person buried in the tomb was not the person he was looking for.

Chi Xiaochi took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out the lighter, and analyzed: "In this world line, Brother Lou may still be alive."

The system didn't know who "he" was, but thoughtfully didn't ask: "Are you going to find him?"

The system is a little worried, whether Chi Xiaochi will only care about his own private affairs and delay the main task.

After all, only during the novice tutorial, the total system will provide the host with a world line close to the original world for practice.

After the novice tutorial, there will be all kinds of weird world lines. If you want to find someone, there will be no shop after passing this village.

"No." Chi Xiaochi replied with a clear mind, "He lives well and doesn't know me, so why should I look for him?"

Having said that, Chi Xiaochi stopped talking, and the system didn't ask any more questions.

Chi Xiaochi raised his hand to block the wind, trying to light his cigarette.But when the fire was about to burn the tobacco, he put the lighter away.

The system asked: "No more smoking?"

Chi Xiaochi said: "Cheng Yuan has cultivated his voice for so long, I can't let me destroy it."

The system didn't say anything, and turned up the warmth mode that was turned on just now by half a degree.

When Chi Xiaochi returned to the car with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, his body was still warm without being blown through by the cold wind.

He thought, this young master is in good health and has a lot of firepower.

Thinking about it, Chi Xiaochi bit the filter to start the car, left the cemetery, and drove home slowly.

When passing by a soybean milk shop, Chi Xiaochi stopped the car and put the cigarette back in his pocket.

Before driving to pick up Yang Baihua, Chi Xiaochi took a special look at Cheng Yuan's schedule for today, which mentioned that he would go to Sunji Soymilk Store to buy soymilk for his old Yang.

The homemade soy milk is stone-ground and has a delicate taste, Yang Baihua likes it very much.

After Cheng Yuan and Yang Baihua got together, they drank many breakfast shops with him and confirmed his favorite soy milk flavor, but gradually forgot that he didn't like soy milk in the first place.

Chi Xiaochi also doesn't like to drink soy milk, so naturally he won't wrong himself.

He bought himself a red bean porridge and two cups of soy milk for Yang Baihua.

While waiting for the encapsulation, Chi Xiaochi asked the system hopefully: "How much favorability can he gain after drinking these two cups of soy milk?"

system:"……"

This tone seems to be discussing how to raise pigs scientifically.

However, Chi Xiaochi's emotions were well adjusted, and it seemed that the incident in the cemetery did not affect him too much.

When Chi Xiaochi returned to the car, the effect of the hypnosis card expired, Yang Baihua woke up, and was fiddling with his phone on the back seat.

Cheng Yuan smiled, shaking the two cups of soy milk in his hand: "I'm afraid I'll be hungry after waking up, so I bought two cups for you. I'll go to the front later to buy some small buns and eat something good."

As soon as Yang Baihua opened his eyes, 13 points of favorability were deducted out of thin air. He had an indifferent attitude towards Cheng Yuan, but smelling the aroma of soy milk warmed his heart, and seeing Cheng Yuan's clean smile, his favorability rose by another three points: " good."

Chi Xiaochi said to the system: "Look, 62 points, a pass."

System: "...to be a human being requires a bit of pursuit."

He felt like an old father trying to convince his silly son who was complacent just after passing the exam.

Chi Xiaochi said, "Let's celebrate with fireworks."

The system said: "Don't make trouble."

Chi Xiaochi said: "Okay. Add some sugar to my mung bean porridge, I forgot to add it just now."

The system was a little desperate: "Mr. Chi, what do you take the favorability of the task object?"

Chi Xiaochi said confidently: "Take it as a point. I will only redeem it if you say it can be redeemed."

system:"……"

He suddenly regretted letting Chi Xiaochi know about the existence of the warehouse exchange system.

The system mixed half a teaspoon of sugar from the warehouse with 1 favorability point, evenly mixed it into the soft-packed hot porridge, and worked hard to mix it well.

Yang Baihua in the back seat observed Cheng Yuan in the rearview mirror, hesitating to speak and then stopping.

Chi Xiaochi let him struggle for a while before expressing concern: "Old Yang, what's the matter? Motion sickness?"

Yang Baihua made up his mind.

He leaned forward and asked, "Are you busy recently?"

"Busy. But busy."

That being said, Cheng Yuan's voice is full of vigor from the inside out, full of coquettish meaning.

Yang Baihua asked him: "How is the song written?"

Cheng Yuan originally wanted to talk endlessly, but he knew that Yang Baihua was a man of science and technology with capital letters, and he was not very interested in his major, so he swallowed the words full of words: "I'm writing lyrics."

Yang Baihua said, "Xiao Cheng, I want to discuss something with you."

"You said."

Yang Baihua said: "My parents and third sister are coming next week. You are busy writing songs now, and my third sister may also bring a child. It would be bad if it disturbs you."

Chi Xiaochi analyzed the system enthusiastically: "See, this is driving me away."

The system didn't speak.

Chi Xiaochi's words are not random inferences.At this time, Yang Baihua hadn't come out to his family yet.

To be precise, no one except Yang Baihua's parents and cousin Xiaoyan knew that Yang Baihua was once gay until he married a beautiful mixed-race girl.

On the original world line, even if he was as big-hearted as the original owner, he knew that Yang Baihua's excuse was not a good one.

They were already having a bad quarrel because of Cheng Yuan's delivery of the car. Cheng Yuan complained, "Am I that shameful?" The two exchanged a few words, and the quarrel was quite fierce. Yang Baihua went to bed at night. sofa.

Fortunately, Cheng Yuan had a big heart and didn't hold grudges, so he wrapped himself in a quilt and rolled on the sofa early the next morning, and took the initiative to ask Yang Baihua for peace.

Holding the phone, he leaned against Yang Baihua's chest and said, "Look, I'm going to stay at my classmate's house next week for a week. Don't be angry."

When Chi Xiaochi received the World Line information and saw this paragraph, he thought, little comrade, you are probably not a stick.

If you have dissatisfaction, of course you can express it, but to express it, you have to pay attention to a method.

Cheng Yuan paused, but didn't respond immediately.

Yang Baihua felt a little uneasy, and observed Cheng Yuan's expression from the rearview mirror.

Soon, Cheng Yuan grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth: "Okay."

He gently rubbed his little finger on the steering wheel leather cover: "My parents definitely don't want to live in a hotel, because they think it's too expensive. The conditions in the guest house near our house are poor. They come all the way to let them use the public toilet for 24 hours a day. There is no guarantee of hot water, which is really not good.”

After saying so much in one breath, he raised his eyes and smiled at Yang Baihua in the rearview mirror, full of comfort.

Immediately, his long eyelashes drooped, and the warm yellow street lights outside the window slid across his cheeks just right.

"But the house is just one bedroom and one living room. When parents sleep in the master bedroom and you sleep on the sofa, do you have to prepare two air mattresses for the third sister and her children?"

After thinking about it for a while, he raised his eyes again to ask Yang Baihua in the rearview mirror for advice.

But after only one sentence, Cheng Yuan's eye circles were faintly red, and the fundus of his eyes was foggy, and the light from the window flickered, making them surprisingly bright.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Cheng Yuan immediately looked away and coughed, as if trying to cover up something.

Yang Baihua's heart skipped a beat: "...Xiao Cheng."

Realizing that he had been spotted, Cheng Yuan had no choice but to raise his eyes again, staring at Yang Baihua, squinting his eyes, and smiled gently, signaling that he was fine.

Being looked at by such a pair of eyes, Yang Baihua's heart melted.

... He understands his own difficulties, and knows that he is not ready to show his cards to his parents, so he is obviously sad, but he is still trying to accommodate himself.

A trace of guilt entangled Yang Baihua's heart.

Yang Baihua said, "Xiao Cheng, I'll find you a hotel to stay in."

Cheng Yuan didn't refuse, and said coquettishly with a little nasal voice: "Yes. I want to live in a good place, five-star."

Yang Baihua was amused, and cooperated with him and said, "Yes, yes, five-star."

The system is surprised.

This show is truly a one-shot.

All of Chi Xiaochi's micro-expressions were amazingly coordinated, and he even used the light and shadow changes outside the car window to the extreme.

If this is a filming set, his expression would be perfect no matter where he was captured from any camera position.

The system had hastily scanned Chi Xiaochi's information, and knew that he was a model-turned-actor with countless fans before transmigrating.

26 years old, a former model, caught in the quagmire of fans, based on various data analysis, Chi Xiaochi should be a star who relies on his face to attract fans, not an actor.

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

The system decided to take some time to study Chi Xiaochi's situation more, so as to end the running-in period as soon as possible and improve the efficiency of task completion.

Compared with other systems, No. 061 has always paid attention to efficiency when doing tasks.

And Chi Xiaochi's performance was quite rewarding.

He said with relief: "System, system, the favorability has increased by 15 points, and the regret value has increased by 6 points."

The system also received a series of prompts: "Well, come on."

Chi Xiaochi: "Old rules, exchange a card,"

System: "..." Where did this old rule come from.

Chi Xiaochi: "What card can I redeem at 15 o'clock?... Forget it, go back tonight and send me the warehouse information, and I will go through it myself."

System: "...um."

Chi Xiaochi asked again: "Can unused cards be brought to the next world?"

System: "... yes."

Chi Xiaochi was even happier: "Great. How many cards are there in the warehouse? If I collect all the cards, is there any reward?"

The system had to remind him: "Mr. Chi, this is a serious system, not a card game."

Chi Xiaochi said: "I like collecting card games. I used to have a collecting card game called 'Summon of the Demon God' in my mobile phone. I only got 513 of the 6 heroes."

Speaking of this, Chi Xiaochi said painfully: "... I don't know how long it will take to gather all the accidents."

This is really cruel for a collector.

The system ignored him, and Chi Xiaochi shrugged indifferently.

We are almost at our destination.

The community where the two rented did not have free parking spaces, so Chi Xiaochi parked the car on the side of the road outside the community.

When pulling out the car key, Chi Xiaochi turned his face sideways, and saw Cheng Yuan's reflection on the car window.

In the natural state, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, like a young seedling nourished by love.

No one would have imagined that such a happy and innocent young man would commit suicide by cutting his pulse three years later in a small town near the water because of moderate depression.