Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chi Xiaochi stood up unsteadily, found a can of Laoshan from under a pile of messy clothes, pulled the ring of the can, and gulped it down.

The mechanical voice said coolly: "Aren't you afraid of being poisoned?"

Chi Xiaochi said bitterly: "One poison can cure a thousand worries."

Mechanical voice: "..." mentally retarded.

Fortunately, although 061 lost his voice, all the world line information was transmitted into Chi Xiaochi's brain.

As the female head said just now, the original owner Song Chunyang is a little magic stick who loves to laugh.

His main job is to be a student, and his side job is to accompany his grandmother to show Feng Shui to various new houses.

Grandmother is an old man with white hair and chicken skin and a cool and elegant temperament. She is quite prestigious in the industry, and even more mysterious in the eyes of outsiders.She has a thatched hut next to a temple with a lot of incense in her hometown. She sits in the hut, listens and judges the world. Write down the answers they want, and explain them one by one.

Song Chunyang's father didn't want to do this. In the words of his grandmother, his son didn't have the talent in this area. He couldn't tell the cause and effect, he couldn't distinguish the position, and it was a good thing not to enter the profession.

Song Chunyang's father thought his mother was an old witch and was deeply ashamed of her.

But Song Chunyang didn't think so.

He was able to see some strange things since he was a child. He was not sensible when he was a child, and he was often frightened by strange things and cried loudly.

He didn't understand why the big brother next door carried a sister with bleeding wrists on his back, and he also didn't understand why he saw his grandmother's best friend, Grandma Lin, walking with her wife on the Sunset Bridge where they made love, but everyone said Grandma Lin died for many years.

Song Chunyang's grandmother felt sorry for this crying grandson, and often touched his forehead and said, cherish your eyes, this is a treasure given to you by God, so that you can understand cause and effect earlier than others.

Song Chunyang's pupils are heterochromatic, one side is amber and the other side is blue, it looks like the product of a genetic mutation.

Fortunately, Song Chunyang is the real president. Except for these eyes, he has gathered all the advantages of his parents, and he has also carried out very fine personal optimization. His mouth, nose, eyebrows and eyes are terribly beautiful. Mascot general existence.

The most beautiful thing about him is his pair of eyes, which are bright, the pupils are just right, and they have a special texture, like exquisitely crafted gems.

He has a fluffy mouth and is very lovable. He often screams in fright when ghosts appear suddenly, but after a while he tentatively chats with them, coming and going, and making ghost friends.

He often complains to himself: "My name is used as a psychological comfort."

After all, Song Chunyang will still help some ghosts who are not very resentful and not very handsome to make his liver tremble. Occasionally, he will ask a few familiar little ghosts to help him take a peek at the front desk during the monthly exam. Xueba's multiple-choice answer.

He believes in cause and effect very much, so he will not use his ability to do things that are too excessive.

But Song Chunyang is always willing to play tricks.

When someone in a nearby city asked his grandmother to go to his home to check Fengshui, Song Chunyang worried that it would be inconvenient for his grandmother to go alone, so he would follow him whenever he had no classes.

Grandma's eyes are also different from normal people's. She should be able to see the "Qi" in people and things, so she only needs to go around the house in and out, and she can point out the disadvantages of Feng Shui and the problems in a few words. A way to change Feng Shui.

However, the senses are difficult to connect, and Song Chunyang can't understand what kind of feeling it is.

The grandmother is responsible for pointing out the problem, and he is responsible for putting the re-shipped items in the location specified by the grandmother.

He was still young, and the head of the household would not have believed him, but his eyes were of different colors, and he looked really mysterious.

Whenever the head of the household showed awe, Song Chunyang would always pretend to be blind.

After all, with his glass-like eyes, as long as he remains still, he looks like a blind man.

He can easily bypass all obstacles, put down the changed things at the exact angle requested by the grandmother, and then turn back behind the grandmother.

Song Chunyang couldn't help laughing as soon as he got to the safe range.

Grandma never exposed his tricks, looked at him tenderly, and said helplessly, "You."

During his college years, his grandmother died at the age of 66.

Before dying, his grandmother said to Song Chunyang, who had been crying by his side all the time: "My child, cause and effect are the most trustworthy."

After the college entrance examination, he went to a nursing school next door to a nationally famous medical university. The nursing school was as small as the toilet of the medical university, but Song Chunyang often went to the medical university to play.

Song Chunyang, a gay guy, said that going to medical university feels like going home, and the feeling in medical university is much better than at home. Everyone in it is handsome, and they speak nicely. I really like it.

He met Yuan Benshan, a senior, in a spiritual club run by a private student, and fell in love at first sight ever since.

Yuan Benshan was two years older than him, the first in his grade, suave and suave, and excellent in every aspect.

He once thought that Yuan Benshan was his karma.

He said affectionately to Yuan Benshan: "Yuan, I met you because of cause and effect."

After hearing what he said, Yuan Benshan poked the tip of his nose: "Because you got [-] points in the math test of the college entrance examination?"

Song Chunyang proudly said: "Where, 72."

Yuan Benshan: "Round up to seventy cents."

Song Chunyang: "Nonsense, round up to [-] points."

Yuan Benshan had no choice but to hug him and hold him high: "Okay, okay, listen to you, my little stick."

Yuan Benshan knew about Song Chunyang's yin and yang eyes, but he never believed it.The reason why he joined the ghost club was that he liked the fresh novelty of ghost stories, and he never really believed in the existence of ghosts.

Song Chunyang said aggrievedly: "There is a passerby in front of you."

Yuan Benshan smiled and bowed politely to the air in front of him: "How are you?"

The ghost dressed as a passing student trembled in fright, and immediately replied: "Hello, senior."

Song Chunyang giggled, laughing so that Yuan Benshan lost his temper at all.

When Song Chunyang was in his sophomore year, Yuan Benshan started to get busy. Song Chunyang would cross a distance of a thousand meters every day to pack meals and give warmth to the boys in the school next door.

... and occasionally give away the flesh.

"Chrysanthemums for a thousand meters." Song Chunyang leaned in Yuan Benshan's arms, with a handsome and lovely face, "Etiquette is light and affection is heavy."

Yuan Benshan had already accepted Song Chunyang's mouth, and pinched his nose: "You."

Song Chunyang lay in Yuan Benshan's arms, smiling and coquettishly: "Old Yuan, you have to love me."

Yuan Benshan gently pinched his waist: "Does it hurt, does it hurt?"

The two rolled together and romped into a ball.

They have always been sweet, but one day, something a little strange happened.

During the winter solstice, Yuan Benshan went to an old-fashioned library to borrow materials, but Song Chunyang did not go to him. Instead, he bought dumpling powder in the dormitory alone, and happily made dumplings for Yuan Benshan with limited tools.

When Song Chunyang was hesitant to go to the supermarket to buy a small rolling pin or make do with 2B pencils, Yuan Benshan called.

On the other side of the phone, Yuan Benshan asked a random question: "Chunyang, do you really have yin and yang eyes?"

Song Chunyang obediently said: "Ah? Yes."

Yuan Benshan also explained why he asked this question: "I looked through old materials here and found that there are many records about yin and yang eyes."

Song Chunyang felt sweet in his heart: "Didn't you go to study?"

Yuan Benshan said: "When I see materials related to you, I always look through them."

Even if this matter was revealed, Song Chunyang made a big pot of dumplings, and when he came back, he went to deliver them to Yuan Benshan, even his good friend and the dormitory auntie gave a copy.

Song Chunyang is good-looking, with a sweeter mouth, one aunt at a time, which is more effective than his wife's Jingxin oral liquid, and coaxes the aunt who lives in the dormitory to stuff Xinna's new insole into his hand.

In contrast, probably thinking about something, Yuan Benshan responded indifferently, but he ate all the dumplings and asked a lot about Song Chunyang's family affairs.

Of course, Song Chunyang knew everything, and even mentioned a lot of things about his grandmother.

About half a month later, Yuan Benshan's busy work probably came to an end. He asked Song Chunyang to go out to watch a movie at [-] o'clock in the evening.

Song Chunyang wore his newly bought white down jacket and a snow-white fleece cap. Two fluffy balls hung down, making his eyebrows and eyes very beautiful, and his lips red and teeth white.

He arrived at the door of the agreed milk tea shop, but Yuan Benshan did not arrive, so he walked into the shop naturally, bought a cup of lemon grapefruit tea for Yuan Benshan, and ordered a cup of milk tea for himself, drinking pearls,

This store was on the verge of closing down. Unexpectedly, when Song Chunyang entered, he found that there were so many customers inside. Many people locked Song Chunyang with strange eyes, without saying a word.

Song Chunyang was a little puzzled, but after confirming that these people were not ghosts, he sat down on his own and waited for Yuan Benshan to come.

When a girl passed by him, she tilted her hand and deliberately poured hot milk tea on him.

Song Chunyang, who was half-drenched with milk tea, stood up abruptly: "Damn it!"

Before he could open his mouth, the girl said viciously: "Knocked my milk tea away! You pay!"

Song Chunyang was burned like a little nutria, and his neck was burned red. He took off his clothes with a grin, and asked the girl anxiously: "Is it not burnt?! Isn't it burnt?"

The girl stared blankly at him, the fierceness just now had vanished.

Just at this dazed effort, thick fog billowed up and surrounded the milk tea shop.

The little girl who made milk tea for him just now walked out of the counter and took off her apron.

From just now, her eyes were red, Song Chunyang thought she was broken in love, but her next words made Song Chunyang even more confused: "...it's too late."

As soon as the words fell, Song Chunyang suddenly changed color.

He has inspiration, so he can clearly feel that there are countless strange things walking in the white mist that suddenly appeared outside the milk tea shop.

Those people with numb eyes just now slowly gathered around the milk tea table.

The only one who paid attention to Song Chunyang was the girl who poured milk tea on him and tried to drive him out of the shop.

She explained to him what happened to him.

In short, he broke into a major system that feeds on the energy of fear.

The main system will open the door of the alien space at any time within the specified time, and pull a certain batch of people into the parallel time and space. In this space, extremely horrible things will happen, and the participants must Arrive in the real space within time, wait to be teleported, and spend some time in the alien space.

Once the time is up, the well-fed system will let them out.

Song Chunyang knew the existence of ghosts and gods, so he quickly accepted the situation and tried his best to control his knocked teeth: "If you die in a different dimension..."

The girl said softly: "Then in reality, your existence will also be erased. No one will remember who you are."

Song Chunyang had tears in his eyes.

The girl comforted him and said, "This is the third time I have performed the task. As long as I complete the mission ten times, I can end this unilateral contract. Your system should have informed you of these contents, but after thinking about it, I decided to do it in advance." It's better to tell you."

"system?"

"Responsible for giving tasks, recording the number of tasks, telling the remaining time of the task, and giving key information about survival as the survival time increases... We often have accidental break-in incidents here, and the first task for newcomers is just a trial , if you can successfully survive to the end, then there will be a personal system automatically bound to you."

Song Chunyang looked around tearfully.

Just now when Song Chunyang came here by mistake and sat down, no one was willing to remind Song Chunyang, firstly, because they had tried many times to tell the truth, and no one believed them, and secondly, almost everyone was thinking badly that they could pull in a Is a.

Song Chunyang's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "What is this mission...?"

The girl replied, "Hide and seek."