After 40 minutes, Chi Xiaochi's destination arrived.
When I got out of the car, I saw the four big characters "Beimang Cemetery", and then I looked at the surrounding environment with a dark moon and high winds, and the system was completely dark.
He asked cautiously, "What are you doing?"
Chi Xiaochi pulled the handbrake and turned off the fire. He looked at Yang Baihua, who was asleep in the rearview mirror, and smiled grimly, "Hehehe."
system:"… "
Chi Xiaochi asked, "Excuse me, how much favor does it take for a razor blade?"
The system is expressionless: "The alarm is free."
Chi Xiaochi: "I don't have a blade, but a wire will do."
system:"… ?"
Chi Xiaochi glanced at the gate of the cemetery: "Forget it, I don't need it."
Chi Xiaochi did nothing to Yang Baihua.
He got out of the car and stood facing the cemetery for a while in the desolate cold wind, as if in deep thought.
This is of course not the famous funeral feng shui treasure land "born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in Beimang", but it is just a sheep's head to sell dog meat. There was a rusty copper lock of Dou Da hanging on the iron door, and the weeds were overgrown.
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 seemed to be quite familiar with the job of flipping the door. He jumped three steps away from the iron gate and landed on the rusty iron flower carved between the railings of the iron gate. The word "North" of the slogan was used as a buffer, and the other foot immediately followed, stepping on the horizontal gate bar directly above the iron gate, lightly jumping, and successfully sent himself to the other side of the iron gate.
After landing, Chi Xiaochi moved his ankle.
System: "It's okay."
Chi Xiaochi frowned: "It's a little numb."
The system said nothing, connected his neurons, silently unclogged his numb muscles, and instantly relieved the numbness.
Chi Xiaochi snorted and stomped his feet, thinking, he recovered quite quickly.
He didn't think much about it, and after slowing down, he walked towards the grass that was as high as the tombstone.
The system asked, "What are you doing here?"
He was quite afraid that Chi Xiaochi would say, I will step on the spot.
Fortunately, Chi Xiaochi's answer was 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 that burrowed out of the cracks in the bricks.
The grass in winter lacks moisture, and when you step on it, it clacks loudly.
He illuminated with his cell phone, ignoring the tombstones that were closely arranged like a hive, and walked straight to his target.
Soon, he stood still.
The fluorescent light of the mobile phone fell on a cheap stone tombstone with the name Wang Jianguo engraved on it. He was born in 1949 and died in 1989 at the age of 40.
Chi Xiaochi brushed away the weeds floating ash clinging to the tombstone, paid a moment's attention to the tombstone, turned around and left along the original road.
The system asked tentatively, "Who is he from you?"
Chi Xiaochi replied, "I don't know."
system:"… "
Chi Xiaochi added: "Fortunately, I don't know each other."
system:"??"
In order to facilitate opening the door, Chi Xiaochi took off his down jacket, and a black sweater with waist waist outlined the thin and beautiful lines of the waist and abdomen.
He put his hands in his trouser pockets to keep warm, and when he spoke, white gas slowly came out of his mouth: "...You said that, in order to facilitate the execution of the task, 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 he scanned the new host's information, he saw that Chi Xiaochi's hometown had the same name as the city.
Chi Xiaochi added: "...they are called Beimang Cemetery, and the layout is exactly the same. It's a coincidence."
… but the man buried in the tomb was not the man he was looking for.
Chi Xiaochi took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out a lighter, and analyzed: "In this world, 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 was a little worried, whether Chi Xiaochi would only care about his own personal affairs and delay the main task.
After all, only in the novice tutorial session, the general system will provide the host with a world line that is close to the original world for practice.
After the novice tutorial, there will be all kinds of strange world lines. If you want to find someone, there will be no shop after this village.
"I'm not looking." Chi Xiaochi was still sober, and replied, "I'm doing well, but I don't know me. What am I looking for?"
Having said that, Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything, and the system didn't ask any more questions.
Chi Xiaochi raised his hand to block the wind and wanted to light the cigarette. But when the fire was about to catch the shredded tobacco, he put away the lighter.
The system asked: "No more smoking?"
Chi Xiaochi said, "Cheng Yuan has raised his voice for so long, I can't let me ruin it."
The system didn't say anything, and turned up the warm-keeping mode that had been on since 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 and started the car, left the cemetery, and drove home slowly.
When passing a soy milk shop, Chi Xiaochi stopped the car and hid the cigarette back in his pocket.
Before driving to pick up Yang Baihua, Chi Xiaochi deliberately looked at Cheng Yuan's schedule today, which mentioned that he was going to Sunji Soy Milk Shop to buy soy milk for his Lao Yang.
This handmade soy milk is stone-ground and has a delicate taste. Yang Baihua likes it very much.
After Cheng Yuan and Yang Baihua were together, they drank many breakfast shops with him, and determined his favorite taste of soy milk, but gradually forgot that he didn't like drinking soy milk.
Chi Xiaochi doesn't like to drink soy milk either, so naturally he won't feel wronged.
He bought himself a red bean porridge, and bought Yang Baihua two cups of soy milk.
While waiting for the packaging, Chi Xiaochi asked the system hopefully, "How much favorability can he gain after drinking these two cups of soy milk?"
system:"… "
This tone is like discussing how to raise pigs scientifically.
However, Chi Xiaochi's mood was well adjusted, and it seemed that the incident in the cemetery didn't affect him too much.
When Chi Xiaochi returned to the car, the hypnosis card had expired, and Yang Baihua woke up and was playing with his phone in the back seat.
Cheng Yuan smiled and rolled his eyes, shaking the two cups of soy milk in his hand: "I'm afraid I'm hungry when I wake up, so I bought the two cups for you. I'll go ahead and buy some small buns and eat something good."
As soon as Yang Baihua opened his eyes, his favorability was deducted by 13 points out of thin air. Originally, his attitude towards Cheng Yuan was indifferent, but when he smelled the soy milk, his heart warmed, and then seeing Cheng Yuan's clean smile, his favorability rose by three points: " good."
Chi Xiaochi said to the system, "Look, 62 points, passed."
System: "...Being a person requires a little pursuit."
He felt like an old father, struggling with a foolish son who was complacent as soon as he passed the grade.
Chi Xiaochi said, "Let's celebrate with a 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 is a little desperate: "Mr. Chi, what do you think of the favorability of the task object?"
Chi Xiaochi said confidently: "It's a point. You can only redeem it when you say it can be redeemed for me."
system:"… "
He suddenly regretted letting Chi Xiaochi know about the existence of the warehouse exchange system.
The system used 1 favorability point to mix a small half spoon of sugar from the warehouse, and evenly mixed it into the soft-packed hot porridge, and stirred it evenly.
Yang Baihua in the back seat was observing Cheng Yuan in the rearview mirror, he was about to say something, but he was about to stop.
Chi Xiaochi let him struggle for a while before expressing concern: "Old Yang, what's wrong? Motion sickness?"
Yang Baihua made up his mind.
He leaned forward and asked, "Are you busy recently?"
"Busy. Busy."
That being said, Cheng Yuan's voice is full of vitality from the inside out, and it is full of coquettishness.
Yang Baihua asked him, "How is the song writing?"
Cheng Yuan originally wanted to talk endlessly, but he knew that Yang Baihua was a big-name science and engineering man and was not very interested in his major, so he swallowed the words full of words: "I'm writing words."
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 have to bring the children. It's not good if they quarrel with you."
Chi Xiaochi analyzed the system with great interest: "Did you see it, it's driving me away."
The system did not speak.
Chi Xiaochi's words can't be regarded as random presumptions. At this time, Yang Baihua hadn't come out to his family in a showdown.
To be precise, no one except Yang Baihua's parents and cousin Xiaoyan knew that Yang Baihua was gay until he married a beautiful mixed-race girl.
On the original world line, even if his heart was as big as the original owner, he knew that Yang Baihua's excuse was not pretty.
They had a bad quarrel because of the car delivery by Cheng Yuan. Cheng Yuan complained, "Am I that shameful?" The two of them quarreled a few times, and the quarrel was quite fierce. At night, Yang Baihua went to bed. up the sofa.
Luckily, Cheng Yuan was big-hearted and didn't hold grudges. Early the next morning, he rolled onto the sofa wrapped in a quilt and took the initiative to make peace with Yang Baihua.
Holding the phone, he leaned against Yang Baihua's chest and said, "Look, I'm going to live at my classmate's house next week for a week. Don't be angry."
When Chi Xiaochi received the information from the world line and saw this paragraph, he thought, Comrade, you are not a stick.
If you have dissatisfaction, you can of course express it, but you have to pay attention to the way to express it.
Cheng Yuan paused, but did not respond immediately.
Yang Baihua felt slightly uneasy, and observed Cheng Yuan's expression in the rearview mirror.
Soon, Cheng Yuan grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth: "Okay."
His tail finger rubbed lightly on the steering wheel holster: "My parents definitely don't want to live in a hotel, because it's too expensive. The conditions of the hostel near our house are also poor. They come all the way to let them use the public toilet for 24 hours. 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 shadow of the street light outside the window slid just right on his cheeks.
"But the house is only one room and one living room. When the parents sleep in the master bedroom and you sleep on the sofa, do you want to prepare two air mattresses for the third sister and the third sister's children?"
After thinking about it for a while, he raised his eyes again to ask Yang Baihua in the rearview mirror for advice.
But in just one sentence, Cheng Yuan's eyes were faintly red, his eyes were foggy, and the light outside the window was dazzlingly bright.
Realizing that he was a little lost, 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 discovered, Cheng Yuan was helpless, raised his eyes again, stared at Yang Baihua, narrowed his eyes, and smiled gently, indicating that he was all right.
Seeing such a pair of eyes, Yang Baihua's heart melted.
... He understands his difficulties and knows that he is not ready to show off to his parents, so he is obviously sad and is still trying to accommodate himself.
A trace of guilt entangled in Yang Baihua's heart.
Yang Baihua said, "Xiao Cheng, I'll find you a hotel to stay in."
Cheng Yuan did not refuse, and said coquettishly with a little nasal voice: "Well. I want a good stay, and I want five-star."
Yang Baihua was amused, and said in coordination with him, "Yes, yes, five-star."
The system was surprised.
This performance is truly one shot to the end.
All of Chi Xiaochi's micro expressions were amazingly coordinated, and even the light and shadow changes outside the car window were used to the extreme by him.
If this is the set, no matter from any camera, his expression is perfect.
The system has hurriedly scanned Chi Xiaochi's information and knew that before he wore it, he was a model-born actor with countless fans.
26 years old, a former model, caught in the quagmire of powder and black, based on various data analysis, Chi Xiaochi should be a star who relies on his face to attract fans to eat, not an actor.
But that doesn't seem to be the case.
The system decided to take some time to study the situation of Chi Xiaochi, 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 been very efficient when doing tasks.
And Chi Xiaochi's performance was very rewarding.
He said with relief: "System, system, favorability has increased by 15 points, and regret 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 in the evening and send me the warehouse information, and I will look it up by myself."
System: "… um."
Chi Xiaochi asked again: "Can the unused cards be taken to the next world?"
System: "… Yes."
Chi Xiaochi was even happier: "That's great. How many cards are there in the warehouse? If I collect all the cards, will there be any rewards?"
The system had to remind him: "Mr. Chi, we are a serious system, not a card game."
Chi Xiaochi said: "I like card games. I used to have a card game in my mobile phone called 'Summon of the Devil', and I'm just 6 short of 513 heroes."
Speaking of this, Chi Xiaochi said in pain: "... I don't know how long it will take before I can gather everything."
This is really cruel for a collector.
The system ignored him, and Chi Xiaochi shrugged indifferently.
We are almost there.
The community they rented had no free parking spaces, so Chi Xiaochi parked the car on the side of the road outside the community.
When he pulled out the car key, Chi Xiaochi turned his face to the side and saw Cheng Yuan's reflection on the window glass.
In a natural state, the corners of his mouth are also slightly upturned, just like a young seedling nourished by love.
No one would have imagined that such a happy and simple young man would cut his veins and commit suicide three years later because of moderate depression.