Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

On the first day after the end of the mission, Chi Xiaochi finished picking up an apple and offered to take a walk on a certain world line.

When he asked, Lou Ying was shaving yellow croaker scales in the kitchen, preparing to make yellow croaker dumplings.

A small plate of emerald cabbage dumplings has been formed, the home's constant temperature system is running endlessly, and there is a whistling wind, and the little bamboo rat raised outside is rattling and crackling like a rattle.

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

Lou Yingyang whispered: "Wait in the afternoon, I will make the dumplings and go with you."

Chi Xiaochi said, "No, I'll be back when I go, at most an hour."

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

He wanted to return to his true colors, but he was afraid that the Lord God would tamper with it and weigh it again and again, using Wen Yujing's face.

A long hair was cut into refreshing short hair, and a loose buttoned white shirt and black trousers were casually tied to a few buttons. .

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

All the coats are quite warm, but they are a little bigger, with slightly longer sleeves and a little bit of hand cover.

Lou Ying helped him roll the sleeves of the selected camel coat a few times to expose the dark gray sweater on the wrist side.

When finishing to the right-hand side, Lou Ying's movement paused.

... The ring he gave to Chi Xiaochi was originally worn by him with his tail finger. Somehow, he ran to the index finger again.

A ring, from the ring finger to the tail finger to the index finger, can be described as lifeless.

But Lou Ying is quite confident in the final return of the ring.

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

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

Lou Ying was worried that he could not adapt to the contact, so he let go.

Chi Xiaochi looked at the mirror, pulled the scarf out of a knot, and sprayed some light perfume on his body.

Lou Ying watched Xiaochi from his home and dressed himself as a mature and handsome young man. He was full of tenderness, but he was also a little disturbed.

He undoubtedly liked Ikeike.

He lost all his previous memories, so his likeness was also pure. It had nothing to do with the past or the future. It was just the current Koike.

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

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

So Lou Ying wants to know more.

He wondered what had happened in those years.

Lou Ying wants to help Chi Xiaochi get Lou Ying back.

So, after Chi Xiaochi chose a world line to leave, he also returned to the main **** space and knocked on the door of room 089.

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, opened navigation, stopped a taxi, and reported an address.

Yesterday, he and Lou Ying returned to their space. Chi Xiaochi was idle and retrieved the book "The Immortal King".

Consistent with the data provided by the system, "Xianren Xianjun" is still in Chapter 87 and has not been updated.

The author is called "Aoyama Red Dust". There is no new production of this pen name in the follow-up. It looks like there is no writing at all.

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

In this long-deprecated article, there are still people who are reminding to change, and the number is still quite large. Most of them are wearing the ID of the “Smoke Big Sightseeing Group”, crying and shouting, please lighten up the smoke, and want to see the Tatar and Snake King Follow-up story.

... oh yeah.

Chi Xiaochi looked around and quickly found the source.

"Aoyama Red Dust" changed his vest, called "A Light Smoke", went to another website, wrote a CP-free text, and had good luck. He was bought by a film company, and was shot without a backlog. When it came out, the ratings were good and it became a hit.

"A light cigarette" has a habit of writing a diary since childhood.

After the Internet was convenient, he used to record his mood on the blog.

During the serialization period of "Sword of the Immortal King", he recorded many things intermittently in his diary, some of which were his own mind, and some of his troubles during serialization.

When the reader was sprayed the hardest, at that time, the author of "Xiaoshan Red Dust", who was still a little shrimp, tangled for several days, ran to knock on his own editor, and asked himself what to do.

The avatar he edited looked very straight, a rude man smoking a cigarette.

The editor was busy with the rankings and gave a regular answer: "Watch the readers' preferences."

The author said, "Their requirements ... are a bit difficult to do."

The editor said plainly: "I don't listen to the reader's meat."

The little writer is still very poor, so he obeyed and watched the reader's message.

He wrote seriously in his diary that listening to the editor had flesh.

Then he wrote Four Dislikes and was sprayed harder.

The little writer was a little frustrated. At about three o'clock in the morning, I posted a picture of the supper I made in the space, with the words, no meat to eat, and cooked spinach noodles for myself.

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

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

Soon, there was an editor response: "It looks delicious."

The little author proudly said, "I did."

The editor said: "It's better to add an egg."

The little writer was a little embarrassed to think about it. He fried a single-sided poached egg and cut it from it. The egg liquid was clear and yellow, and the edges were curled slightly.

He took another picture.

There was no reply from this edit.

The little writer didn't think much. Sitting at the table for a while, he opened the article page, and wanted to see if he could find one or two constructive replies in the bunch of comments.

He refreshed and found two more comments.