On the first day after the mission, Chi Xiaochi finished eating an apple and offered to take a trip to a certain world line.
When he asked, Lou Ying was scraping yellow croaker scales in the kitchen, preparing to make yellow croaker dumplings.
A small plate of jadeite cabbage dumplings has been formed, the constant temperature system at home is running continuously, making the whirring sound of the wind, and the little bamboo rats raised outside make a crunching noise like gnawing on a bamboo.
He felt that everything was fine, and he was even a little reluctant to let him go.
Lou Ying said loudly: "Wait for 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 her apron and walked out of the kitchen.
He wanted to use his original face, but he was afraid that the Lord God would do something, and after weighing it over and over again, he still used Wen Yujing's face.
With her long hair trimmed into a refreshing short hair, a loose white shirt and black trousers with a few buttons casually tied, Wen Yujing's original dusty temperament was immediately pulled back to the mortal fireworks, but there was no sign of disobedience. .
Lou Ying took a few coats out of the closet: "It's winter outside, choose what you like. Buy what you want and come back. I'll wait for you at home."
All the coats are quite warm, but the uniforms are a bit larger, the sleeves are slightly longer, and the hands are slightly covered.
Lou Ying helped him roll up the cuffs of the camel coat he had chosen to reveal the dark gray sweater on his wrist.
When arranging to the right side, Lou Ying's movements paused.
… The ring he gave to Chi Xiaochi was originally worn by him on the tail finger, but somehow, it went to the index finger again.
A ring, from the ring finger to the tail finger to the index finger, can be said to have a bad fate.
But Lou Ying is quite confident about the final destination of the ring.
Thinking of this, Lou Ying smiled silently, continued to straighten the cuffs for him, and brought a black cashmere scarf around him.
Chi Xiaochi raised his hand unnaturally to push back: "I'll do it myself."
Lou Yingzheng was worried that he could not adapt to the contact, so he took the initiative to let go.
Chi Xiaochi looked at the mirror, pulled out a knot from the scarf, and sprayed some Eau de Toilette on his body.
Lou Ying looked at his family's Xiaochi from a distance and dressed himself up as a mature and handsome young man. He was full of warmth, but also a little uneasy.
He undoubtedly likes Chi Xiaochi very much.
He has lost all his previous memories, so his love is also very pure. It has nothing to do with the past or the future, just the current Chi Xiaochi.
For him Lou Ying, what he got was the complete Chi Xiaochi.
But for Chi Xiaochi, what he found was an AI with only a few years of memory.
So Lou Ying wanted to know more.
He wanted to know 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 god space and knocked on the door of 089.
It's winter outside, and it's really cold.
Fortunately, there are Lou Ying's coats and scarves to keep warm.
Chi Xiaochi connected to the world's network, turned on the navigation, stopped another taxi, and reported an address.
Yesterday, he and Lou Ying returned to their space, Chi Xiaochi had nothing to do, and searched for the book "The Immortal Mermaid".
Consistent with the data provided by the system, "The Immortal Mermaid" was updated in Chapter 87 and has not been updated.
The author is called "Qingshan Hongchen", and this pseudonym has not produced any new works in the follow-up. It seems that he has completely stopped writing.
Chi Xiaochi went to the comment area, but found something new.
Under this long-abandoned article, there are still people who are urging updates, and there are still a lot of them. Most of them are wearing the ID of "Yan Da Sightseeing Group", crying and shouting that please update the article, and want to see the shark and the snake king. follow-up story.
… oh well.
Chi Xiaochi followed the line and quickly found the source.
"Qingshan Hongchen" changed his vest and called him "A Light Smoke". He went to another website and wrote an article on cultivation without CP. He was lucky. He was caught by a film and television company, bought the copyright, and shot without backlog. It came out, the ratings were good, and it became an instant hit.
"One Light Cigarette" has the habit of writing a diary since childhood.
After the convenience of the Internet, he used to record his mood on the blog.
During the serialization period of "The Immortal Mermaid", he recorded a lot of things on and off in his diary, some of which were his own brain holes, and some of which were troubles during the serialization.
When the readers were the most scolded, the author "Qingshan Hongchen", who was still a little shrimp at the time, struggled for several days, ran to knock on his own editor, and asked himself what to do.
The avatar of his editor looks very straight, a rough guy with a cigarette in his mouth.
The editor was busy ranking the rankings, so he gave the usual answer: "Observe the readers' preferences more."
The author said: "Their requirements... are a bit difficult to do."
The editor said bluntly: "If you don't listen to the readers, there is no meat to eat."
The little author was still quite poor, so he listened to what he said and took the initiative to observe the readers' messages.
He wrote seriously in his diary, listening to the editor's words has meat to eat.
Then he wrote four dislikes and was sprayed even harder.
The little author was a little frustrated. At 3:00 in the morning, he posted a picture of his own supper in the space, with the caption, no meat, so he cooked spinach noodles for himself.
After a while, he found that someone liked it, and it was his editor.
He was very curious, did the editor still slept so late
Soon, the editor's reply: "Looks delicious."
The little author said proudly, "I did it."
The editor said: "It's even better with an egg."
The little author is also a little greedy after thinking about it. He fried a single-sided poached egg, and cut it open. The egg liquid was clear and yellow, and the edges were curled and slightly coke, which made one's index finger move.
He took another picture.
This editor did not reply.
The little author didn't think much about it. He sat at the table and feasted on it for a while, and then opened the article page, wanting to see if he could find one or two constructive replies in the pile of comments.
When he refreshed, he found two more comments.