Cheng Jian greeted his parents, so Chi Xiaochi was not questioned after returning home.
He turned off his phone, locked himself in his room, and played Airplane Wars on his Xbox.
As far as he knew, Cheng Jian had the habit of playing games with Cheng Yuan.
The young president only played plane battles, so almost all the records of plane battles in this game console were left by the brothers.
If Cheng Jian could make room, 80% would come to him to discuss and help him decompress.
Although it is said that emotions can affect the hand feel, Chi Xiaochi's hand disability is obviously beyond the scope of emotional influence.
After playing for an hour, Chi Xiaochi's score was still hovering in the 50th place, and he couldn't even make it to the leaderboard. What flashed before his eyes were the special effects sparks of the explosion of the small plane.
He shook the handle and complained to 061: "My eyes hurt."
061 thought about it and went to the audio library.
Soon, a eloquent female voice sounded in Chi Xiaochi's ear: "For the revolution, protect eyesight, prevent myopia, eye exercises, start."
Chi Xiaochi: "..." You can rest.
061 said, "I know you want to adapt to Cheng Yuan's life as soon as possible, but you don't have to work so hard."
Chi Xiaochi was not convinced: "I played games really well when I was a kid."
061: "...good good, awesome."
Chi Xiaochi added: "This handle is too old."
061: "Well, it's a bit old. The scanned factory information shows that it has been used for two years."
061 agreeing like this is equivalent to Chi Xiaochi paving the steps and laying down a red carpet.
But in this way, Chi Xiaochi felt a little boring.
He fell back in frustration: "Okay, I'm handicapped."
061 said gently: "It's always okay to do eye exercises."
Chi Xiaochi: "…"
Under the guidance of the system, Chi Xiaochi did a set of eye exercises and practiced for a while. He estimated that it was almost time for dinner, so he obediently went downstairs.
The old man was already waiting downstairs.
Standing on the stairs, he called to Mom Cheng at the dinner table, "Mom." Then he turned to Dad Cheng, "Dad."
Cheng Yuan looked good, never cried, but there were bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep. He looked very tired and couldn't find the focus.
Cheng Ma's nose was sour, and she turned her face away.
Dad Cheng pointed to the chair Cheng Yuan was used to: "... Sit down."
At this time, Aunt Chen brought out a pot of steaming fish fillets from the kitchen. The bean sprouts were full, the pickled cabbage was crispy, and the fish fillets lay shining in the boiling fresh soup. The meat was tender and the soup was golden.
Cheng Yuan's eyes lit up, Deng Deng took a few steps over and took it quickly. As soon as he put the fish fillet on the table, he took a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, so hot that he gasped.
Cheng Jian turned out of the kitchen: "No one is robbing you! How many years have you not eaten meat?"
Cheng's mother felt distressed again: "it's okay, don't worry, sit down and eat slowly."
The fish is just right and melts in your mouth.
Cheng Yuan smacked his lips, very satisfied: "I have to take Aunt Chen with me wherever I go in the future."
Aunt Chen smiled: "Okay, when Xiao Yuan is out, auntie will follow Xiao Yuan wherever she goes."
This is true.
Not long after Cheng Yuan committed suicide, Aunt Chen, who had been a nanny in Cheng's family for more than 20 years and watched Cheng Yuan grow up, suffered a heart attack and went with her.
Before she died, her consciousness was lost, but she kept saying, "I'm going to Xiaoyuan. I'll make pickled fish for Xiaoyuan. He hasn't eaten it for several years."
Cheng Yuan pulled up the cuffs of the cotton pajamas twice: "Aunt Chen cooks fish for me. It's a courtesy. I'll also cook two dishes for Aunt Chen."
Aunt Chen hurriedly went to pull him: "Oh my ancestors! It's the first time you want to come out! The other dishes will be ready immediately, sit well, and you have to wash it after you get the smell of oil smoke!"
Cheng Yuan turned to ask for help: "Brother."
When Cheng Jian thought of Cheng Yuan's craftsmanship, his mouth watered.
Since Cheng Yuan delivered him a meal last time, he always felt that the food in the company's canteen was not tasted right.
He waved his hand: "Go ahead. There are chicken nuggets and a bit of pine mushrooms in the kitchen, you can do it yourself."
Under Cheng Jian's order, Cheng Yuan immediately grabbed Aunt Chen's apron.
Aunt Chen was a little worried: "Don't burn the pot."
Ten minutes later, Cheng Yuan brought the dishes to the table.
He used chili peppers to make the chicken nuggets so tender and golden, put them into a deep belly platter, and poured the soup on top; the butter roasted the matsutake mushrooms until they were juicy, sliced and beautifully arranged into umbrella-shaped, chewy textures. Thick, like eating meat, with a fried lettuce dish, a lively table was set up.
Cheng Ma and Aunt Chen were dumbfounded.
Cheng Yuan wiped his hands with his apron and said to his father, "Dad, try it."
Since taking over Cheng Yuan's body, Chi Xiaochi has never cooked a meal for Yang Baihua.
First, each person's craftsmanship is different, and the taste of the dishes they make is different. Once Yang Baihua finds that the taste of the dishes is different from before, he will inevitably be suspicious.
Second, Chi Xiaochi is only willing to cook for worthy people.
The family was sitting at the steaming dining table, Cheng Jian and Dad Cheng discussed a recent company account, Mom Cheng was concerned about Cheng Yuan's interview process, and Aunt Chen couldn't stop serving Cheng Yuan, for fear that he would not be full.
Each other's faces became a little fuzzy under the steaming heat of the home-cooked food, but they were unusually warm.
At the end of the meal, there were almost no dishes left on the table, and Cheng Jian also dipped the steamed buns in the soup to eat, which was quite unfinished.
After the meal, Aunt Chen drove Chi Xiaochi, who was trying to wash the dishes, back to the room.
As soon as he returned to the room and picked up the game console, Cheng Jian knocked on the door.
Cheng Jian was not here to play games, but when he saw the game interface on the TV that he didn't have time to close, he couldn't help itching, and suggested, "Let's have a game."
Chi Xiaochi: "Okay."
Chi Xiaochi looked as stable as an old dog, but he panicked inside.
He lamented to 061 in his heart: "... It's over."
061 said: "Don't panic."
Chi Xiaochi ignored 061's comfort and began to quietly make excuses.
…Love breakup makes me sad, and heartbreak makes me crippled.
When the two sat down in front of the TV, Chi Xiaochi suddenly heard 061 say, "Don't be afraid, it's me."
Chi Xiaochi: "?"
Soon, a warm and dry feeling covered Chi Xiaochi's hands, as if one of them were holding them up, but nothing could be seen with the naked eye.
Chi Xiaochi shuddered, and the handle was almost unsteady.
The owner of those hands is very good at soothing. He gently squeezed Chi Xiaochi's palm, and put his slightly trembling hand in his palm. His voice was as gentle as water: "It's okay, leave it to me."
061 said to give it to him, that is, to give it to him completely.
Chi Xiaochi doesn't need to move at all, just hold the handle. A pair of non-existent, slender and soft hands held Chi Xiaochi's hand and manipulated it for him.
Those hands were astonishingly fast, and Chi Xiaochi felt that his hands were about to flash afterimages under his lead. The small plane controlled by 061 was also moving rapidly in the hail of bullets, accurately sniping every enemy.
However, those enemies and the plane itself gradually turned into dense blocks of color, and the light and shadow of the explosion blurred in Chi Xiaochi's eyes, turning into a pool of colorful paint.
Chi Xiaochi's expression was the same as usual, but his palms were already cold and sweaty. The palms held by 061 seemed to have exploded in an ant's nest, which was itchy and uncomfortable.
After a round, Chi Xiaochi easily broke the highest record.
He turned his head and smiled at Cheng Jian: "Brother, your hand is born."
Cheng Jian has a stronger personality, and just wanted to say that he would come back again, when he turned his head and saw Cheng Yuan was sweating finely on his forehead, he was shocked and reached out to stroke his forehead: "What's going on?"
Chi Xiaochi hid back and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's because I've eaten a bit and my stomach is not feeling well."
Cheng Jian immediately forgot about the game: "Look at your progress. I'll go get you some medicine."
Chi Xiaochi said, "It's alright, don't tell Mom to worry. I'll just lie down for a while."
Cheng Jian was still worried, he helped him to the bed, said to get him some digestion tablets, and immediately turned around and pushed the door to leave.
Guessing that Cheng Jian was downstairs by now, Chi Xiaochi got up, rushed into the toilet and vomited violently.
061's voice changed: "Mr. Chi...?"
Chi Xiaochi couldn't open his mouth to answer him at all, his face turned pale from vomiting, his stomach was like a glove that had only been pulled to the opposite side, turning the river into the sea, twitching and twitching convulsively.
When he was able to catch his breath, Chi Xiaochi's first sentence was to express his regret: "... I finally threw up all the food."
061 was a little helpless.
In fact, he didn't even need to help Chi Xiaochi with his hands.
As long as he invades the game system with a virus, even if Chi Xiaochi hits with his toes, he can give Chi Xiaochi a million high scores.
But he wanted to experiment.
It turned out that he was right in his judgment. Chi Xiaochi had a physical contact disorder, but 061 did not expect it to be so serious.
No wonder Chi Xiaochi was like the second mother of a cross-polled sun these few days, turning over Yang Baihua at every turn, even at the expense of favorability points.
After spitting up, Chi Xiaochi took water and rinsed his mouth, leaning against the sink to relax.
061 Apology: "I'm sorry."
Chi Xiaochi wiped his mouth: "It's alright, I see there is still some glutinous rice flour and rice wine in the kitchen. I'll go make a snack for myself in the middle of the night, and make a small round of wine."
Rao knew that Chi Xiaochi was not feeling well now, but 061 couldn't help laughing when he heard the words: "That's not the problem. ... What's the matter with you?"
Just touching hands and vomiting to stomach cramps is obviously a psychological problem.
Chi Xiaochi said lightly, "It's an old problem."
061 asked: "You will inevitably have physical contact with others when you are shooting a show." Not to mention, there are kissing scenes and bed scenes.
Chi Xiaochi said, "It's okay, I can usually last until the transition."
061: "…"
Chi Xiaochi was quite proud: "I'll get used to it when I vomit."
061 asked him: "How did it become like this?"
Chi Xiaochi looked up at Cheng Yuan in the mirror, there was a thin layer of water mist in his eyes, which was very painful, but Chi Xiaochi's unconcerned expression diluted this pitiful cuteness a lot.
He walked out of the bathroom, and without looking for a cigarette, he took out a box of chocolate pocky, took one and put it in his mouth: "In addition to studying for me, Teacher Liuliu is also responsible for psychological counseling."
... that's what I don't want to say.
061 sighed: "Sorry. In the future, I will try my best to pick some world lines that don't have a deep relationship with the target of the raid."
Chi Xiaochi praised from the bottom of his heart: "Liu Liu, you are so cute."
061: "..." Be nice, just be cute.
In order to comfort Chi Xiaochi, 061 said, "I saved the live video of the game just now."
Chi Xiaochi immediately regained his energy and said, "Quick, quick, send it to me."
061 thinks that if you send it to Cheng Jian, I won't be able to control it if you get beaten up, and then honestly package the video and send it to Chi Xiaochi's mobile phone and terminal light brain, in duplicate.
Chi Xiaochi turned on.
He ignored all of the more than 90 WeChat messages sent by Yang Baihua and the more than 30 calls he made, and saved the video in the annoying sound of Didi DiDi.
He looked at it happily: "This is a small step for me, but a giant leap for the disabled."
He added: "When I return to this world, copy this video to me."
061: "Huh? What to do?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "I'm going to visit Brother Lou's grave. I'll turn this video into a CD and burn it for him to see. Teacher Liuliu will take me. Now I'm not disabled."
061 laughed.
Chi Xiaochi is very strange, he is very rational when he encounters an accident, he calculates the layout step by step, but occasionally he shows some persistent childishness.
061 cherishes this persistence.
Chi Xiaochi may be the first person he has traveled through a hundred worlds and is the only one who can return to this world.
Chi Xiaochi stayed at home like this, eating and drinking, occasionally interacting with his fans on Weibo, and posting a little video of daily songwriting and self-playing and singing.
In the past, Cheng Yuan never showed his face on Weibo. In Chi Xiaochi's words, it was as wasteful as guarding the gold mine and nibbling at the head.
He posted a video of himself playing the guitar, got up the next day, gained more than 2,000 followers, and continues to rise.
"!!! Mommy is the blogger so cute!"
"Ask for marriage! Or ask for women's clothing!"
"… What's the orientation upstairs?"
"I used to think that @chengyuan lived on talent, but now you tell me you can actually rely on your face? [dog head] [goodbye]"
Chi Xiaochi picked up a few messages and replied, and continued to post his songwriting routine from time to time.
However, since he showed his face, there has been a large group of people queuing up for photos on his Weibo.
Chi Xiaochi said to 061: "Look, many people say that good-looking skins are the same, and interesting souls are one in a thousand. But there are no good-looking skins, who wants to spend time to understand interesting souls."
061 thinks this is a bit unreasonable.
When he received Chi Xiaochi, he didn't know what Chi Xiaochi looked like. He didn't think he was quite interesting, so he went to 023 to search for news about him.
But 061 looked at Chi Xiaochi's rising number of fans and felt that his words were not convincing, so he simply shut up.
One day, Chi Xiaochi came downstairs to get the fruit, and heard Cheng's mother cheerfully calling the old sister in the living room: "It's divided, it's really divided. I see that the young man surnamed Yang is always in trouble. … It's not that I look down on the poor, Lao Cheng's father is not still raising fish now? But the four words of a family are really not casual, Xiao Yuan and Yang Baihua are not from the same world at all, why do they have to get together?"
Chi Xiaochi smiled.
He quietly turned back to the room, not disturbing Cheng's mother, who wished to spread the joy of flowers all over the world.
But Yang Baihua didn't want to break up with Cheng Yuan.
After so many years, the emotional foundation is there, not to say that there is no such thing.
Yang Baihua found that he couldn't contact Cheng Yuan no matter what, so he could only look at Cheng Yuan's Weibo in various ways. Whenever Cheng Yuan published a new Weibo, he would secretly give a thumbs up, and at the same time, he kept sending messages to show his affection, asking him if he was relieved. .
Without Cheng Yuan's cooking, without his careful care, without the piano and singing that can be played anytime and anywhere, Yang Baihua suddenly found that his life was not right. It made him unable to concentrate, made a lot of mistakes before and after, and was dragged by the supervisor to scold him.
In the beginning, Yang Baihua was still confident.
Cheng Yuan was just angry for a while, he loved himself so much, he would definitely come back.
However, a week has passed, and half a month has passed.
After barely 20 days, Yang Baihua couldn't take it anymore.
Why hasn't he come back yet
Did he get detained by his family? Can't get out