Chapter 3: Graveyard, discourse, and set card games.

After 40 minutes, Chi Xiaochi's destination arrived.

As soon as I got off the bus and saw the four big words "Mang Cemetery", and then refer to the surrounding environment of the dark moon and wind, the system is a black eye.

He was wary, "What are you doing?"

Chi Xiaochi pulled the handbrake and turned off the engine, looked at the sleeping Yang Baihua in the rearview mirror, and smiled grimly, "Hey, hey, hey."

System: "......"

Chi Xiaochi asks, "Excuse me, how much goodwill does it take to cash in a razor blade?"

The system was expressionless: "Alarms are free."

Chi Xiaochi: "Blades are not available, wire is fine."

System:"......?"

Chi Xiaochi looked at the cemetery gate, "Forget it, it's not necessary."

Chi Xiaochi didn't do anything to Yang Baihua.

He got out of the car and stood for a moment facing the direction of the cemetery in the sluggish cold wind, as if in deep thought.

Of course, this is not the "born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in the North Mang" of the famous funeral feng shui treasure, but it is hanging a seemingly sheep's head to sell dog meat just. Iron door with a big bucket of rusty copper locks, overgrown grass, bucket of copper characters "Mang" fell off half, leaving only a lone right ear.

Chi Xiaochi took off his down jacket, placed it on the front hood, took a few steps back facing the gate, leaving enough room to accelerate, and then headed straight for the iron gate.

He seemed to be quite familiar with the work of flipping over the door, jumped up three paces away from the iron door, one foot accurately landed on the rusty iron flowers carved between the bars of the iron door, his right hand grabbed the copper "north" character as a cushion, and the other foot immediately followed, stepped on the horizontal bar right above the iron door, and with a light leap, he sent himself to the other side of the door successfully. The other side.

Chi Xiaochi is moving his ankles around after the landing.

System: "It's okay."

Chi Xiaochi frowns, "A little numb."

The system said nothing, connecting to his neurons, silently re-distributing his shocked and numbed tendons, and the soreness and numbness was instantly lifted.

Chi Xiaochi eeped and stomped her foot, thinking, Quite a quick recovery.

He didn't think much of it, and when he slowed down he took a step toward the barren grass that was as tall as the headstone.

The system asks, "What are you doing here?"

He was afraid Chi Xiaochi would say, "I'll step on it.

Luckily Chi Xiaochi's answer was fairly normal: "To find someone."

The system got curious, "Looking for who?"

Instead of answering, Chi Xiaochi stomped down a patch of weeds that had burrowed through the brickwork.

The grass lacks moisture in the winter and clicks unusually loudly when you step on it.

Using his cell phone for illumination, he ignored a tightly packed row of headstones that looked like a hive of bees and walked straight to his goal.

Soon, he stood still.

Cell phone fluorescence fell on a side of stone cheap tombstone, the name engraved on it is Wang Aidao, born in 1952, died in 1992 at the age of 40.

Chi Xiaochi brushes away the weeds and ashes that cling to the headstone, pays a moment's attention to it, and turns to leave the way he came.

The system asked tentatively, "What is he to you?"

Chi Xiaochi replied, "No."

System: "......"

Chi Xiaochi added, "Fortunately, I don't recognize it."

System: "??"

To make it easier to flip through the door, Chi Xiaochi took off her down jacket and wore a black waist-slimming sweater to emphasize the slim lines of her waist and abdomen.

He stuck his hands in his pants pockets for warmth, and white air slowly bubbled out of his mouth as he spoke, "...... You said that the world line of the first world would be close to the world I originally lived in in order to facilitate the mission."

The ...... system seems to understand something.

He remembered seeing, while scanning the new host's profile, that Chi Xiaochi's place of origin was the same name as the city.

Chi Xiaochi added, "...... Both are called the North Mang Cemetery and have the exact same layout, what a coincidence."

...... But the person buried in the tomb was not the one he was looking for.

Chi Xiaochi took a cigarette out of his pocket, fumbled with his lighter, and analyzed, "It's possible that Lou is still alive in this world line."

The system didn't know who "he" was, but was considerate enough not to ask, "Are you going to find him?"

The system was a bit worried that Chi Xiaochi would not just focus on his own personal matters and delay the main quest.

After all, it is only during the newbie tutorial session that the Master System gives the host a world line close to the original world for practice.

After the newbie tutorial, there are any number of weird and wacky world threads, so if you're looking for a certain person, you won't find them after this one.

"No." Chi Xiaochi, surprisingly clear-headed, replied, "People are doing well and don't know me, so why should I look for them."

At that point, Chi Xiaochi stopped talking, and the system didn't ask any more questions.

Chi Xiaochi raised his hand to block the wind and tried to light his cigarette. But when the flame was about to blaze the tobacco, he put the lighter away.

The system asks, "No more draws?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Cheng Yuan has nurtured his voice for so long, he can't ask me to ruin it."

The system said nothing and turned up the warmth mode that had been on since a moment ago by another half degree.

When Chi Xiaochi returned to the car with his unlit cigarette in his mouth, his body was still warm from the cold wind.

He thought, "This young master has a good body and quite a lot of firepower.

With that in mind, Chi Xiaochi bit down on the filter and started the car, leaving the cemetery and driving slowly home.

While passing a soymilk store, Chi Xiaochi stopped the car and hid his cigarettes back in his pocket.

Before driving to pick up Yang Baihua, Chi Xiaochi had read Cheng Yuan's schedule for the day, which mentioned that he had to go to Sun's Soymilk Shop to buy soymilk for his Lao Yang.

This family's handmade soy milk is stone-ground and has a delicate flavor that Yang Baihua loves.

After Cheng Yuan and Yang Baihua got together, he drank with him at many breakfast stores and determined his favorite flavor of soymilk, but gradually forgot that he didn't like soymilk in the first place.

Chi Xiaochi doesn't like soymilk either, so naturally she won't condescend to it.

He bought himself a serving of mung bean porridge and two cups of soybean milk for Yang Baihua.

While waiting for the encapsulation, Chi Xiaochi asked the system hopefully, "How much can he increase his goodwill by drinking these two cups of soymilk?"

System: "......"

It almost sounds like a discussion on how to raise pigs scientifically.

Chi Xiaochi is adjusting well, though, and it doesn't look like the graveyard incident affected him too much.

When Chi Xiaochi returned to the car, the hypnosis card had worn off and Yang Baihua was awake and fiddling with his cell phone in the back seat.

Cheng Yuan's smiling eyes curved, shaking the two cups of soybean milk in his hand, "I'm afraid of being hungry after waking up from sleep, so both cups were bought for you. In a while, I'll go to the front to buy some small buns and eat something nice."

Yang Baihua was deducted 13 points of favorability out of thin air as soon as he opened his eyes. Originally, his attitude towards Cheng Yuan was light, but smelling the soybean milk fragrance, his heart warmed up, and then seeing Cheng Yuan's clean smile, his favorability went up by another three points: "Good boy."

Chi Xiaochi says to the system, "Look, 62 points, pass."

System:"...... Be a man and have some pursuit."

He felt like an old father, confronting his foolish son who was complacent about just passing the class with bitter words.

Chi Xiaochi said, "Let's celebrate with fireworks."

The system says, "Stop it."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Okay. Put some sugar in my green bean porridge, I forgot to add it earlier."

The system was a bit desperate: "Mr. Ji, what do you take the goodwill of the mission object for?"

Chi Xiaochi said with a straight face, "When the points ah. I cashed in when you said I could."

System: "......"

He suddenly kind of regretted letting Chi Xiaochi know about the existence of the Warehouse Exchange System.

The system used 1 point of goodwill to blend a small half spoonful of sugar from the storehouse, evened it into the soft-packed hot porridge, and stirred it in capriciously.

Yang Baihua in the backseat observes Cheng Yuan in the rearview mirror, wanting to speak again and again, wanting to speak again and again.

Chi Xiaochi let him dwell on it for a while before acting concerned, "Lao Yang, what's wrong? Are you carsick?"

Yang Baihua has made up his mind.

He leaned forward and asked, "Have you been busy lately?"

"Busy. Busy."

That being said, Cheng Yuan's voice is full of energy from the inside out and is full of pampering.

Yang Baihua asked him, "How's the song coming?"

Cheng Yuan wanted to go on and on, but he knew that Yang Baihua was a capitalized man of science and technology, and was not very interested in his profession, so he swallowed his words: "I'm writing lyrics."

Yang Baihua said, "Xiao Cheng, I want to discuss something with you."

"You say."

Yang Baihua said, "My parents and third sister are coming next week. You're busy writing songs now, and my third sister might bring her kids, so it's not good if they disturb you."

Chi Xiaochi analyzed the system with gusto: "See, this is driving me away."

The system didn't say anything.

Chi Xiaochi's statement is not a wild assumption. At this point in time, Yang Baihua had not yet come out to his family.

To be precise, until he married a beautiful Chinese girl, no one except Yang Baihua's parents and cousin Xiaoyan knew that Yang Baihua was once gay.

In the original world line, even if the heart is as big as the original master's, he also knows that Yang Baihua's excuse is not pretty.

They were not happy about Cheng Yuan's car delivery, and Cheng Yuan complained, "Am I that unattractive?" They had a few words, and it got pretty heated, and Yang Baihua went to sleep on the couch at night.

Thanks to Cheng Yuan's big heart and not holding grudges, he rolled onto the sofa wrapped in a quilt early the next morning and took the initiative to make up with Yang Baihua.

He pinched his cell phone and snuggled into Yang Baihua's chest and said, "Look, I'm going to stay at my classmate's house next week for a week. Just don't be mad at me."

When Chi Xiaochi received the information about the world line and saw this paragraph, he thought, "Little comrade, you're afraid you're not a mallet.

If you have grievances, you can of course express them, but you have to express them in a proper way.

Cheng Yuan paused, not responding at first.

Slightly uneasy, Yang Baihua watched Cheng Yuan's expression in the rearview mirror.

Soon after, Cheng Yuan grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth, "Yeah."

His tail finger gently rubbed on the steering wheel holster, "Mom and Dad definitely don't want to stay in a hotel, it's too expensive. The condition of the guest house near our home is poor, they came all the way here, let them use the public toilet, even 24-hour hot water is not guaranteed, it's really not good."

After saying so much in one breath, he raised his eyes to Yang Baihua in the rearview mirror and smiled shallowly, with a full of comfort.

Whirling around, his long eyelashes dropped, and the warm yellow light of the streetlamp outside the window slid over his cheek in just the right way.

"But the house is only a one-bedroom house, so when Mom and Dad sleep in the master bedroom and you sleep on the couch, won't you have to prepare two more air beds for your third sister and her children?"

After a few moments of broken conversation, he once again raised his eyes to Yang Baihua in the rearview mirror for advice.

But only one sentence of work, Cheng Yuan's eyes vaguely red, the bottom of the eyes foggy, by the light outside the window shook, bright and amazing.

Realizing that he had lost his temper, Cheng Yuan immediately looked away and coughed, as if trying to cover up something.

Yang Baihua's heart palpitated, "...... Xiao Cheng."

Realizing that he had been discovered, Cheng Yuan was helpless and reared his eyes back, staring at Yang Baihua, squinting his eyes and giving a gentle smile, signaling that he was fine.

Being looked at by such a pair of eyes, Yang Baihua's heart would melt.

...... Cheng Yuan does understand his own difficulties and knows that he is not ready to show his cards to his parents, so he is obviously sad and still trying to accommodate himself.

A trace of guilt haunted Yang Baihua's heart.

Yang Baihua said, "Xiao Cheng, I'll find you a hotel to stay in."

Cheng Yuan did not refuse, with a little nasal voice pouting, "Well. I want to stay in the best, five-star."

Yang Baihua was amused and matched him, "Yes, yes, yes, five stars."

The system was surprised.

This show is a true one-shot.

Chi Xiaochi's micro-expressions are amazingly well-coordinated, and even the changes in light and shadow outside the car window are used to great effect.

If this were a movie set, his expression would be perfect no matter which camera position he captured it from.

The system had hastily scanned Chi Xiaochi's profile and learned that before he wore it, he was a modeling, pink and black actor.

At 26 years old, modeling, and in the mire of pink and black, Chi Xiaochi is supposed to be a star who relies on her face to attract fans, not an actress, according to a comprehensive analysis of various data.

But this does not seem to be the case.

The system decided to take some time to study Chi Xiaochi's situation more, so as to end the bonding period as soon as possible and improve the efficiency of task completion.

Compared to other systems, the 061 has always been very efficient in doing its tasks.

And Chi Xiaochi is getting a lot out of this show.

He said in relief, "System, system, goodwill has increased by 15 points, and remorse value has increased by 6 points."

The system also received a series of prompts, "Well, go for it."

Chi Xiaochi: "The usual rules. Cashing in a card."

System: "......" Where is this old rule from.

Chi Xiaochi : "What cards can I cash in at 15 points? ...... Forget it, go back tonight and send me the warehouse information, I'll go through it myself."

System:"...... Hmmm."

Chi Xiaochi asked again, "Can the unused cards be taken to the next world?"

System:"...... can."

Chi Xiaochi was even happier, "Great. How many cards are there in the warehouse, and is there any reward if I collect the whole set?"

The system had to remind him, "Mr. Chi, we're a proper system, not a card collecting game."

Chi Xiaochi says, "I love card games. I had a card collecting game on my old cell phone called 'Summoning of the Demon God,' and I'm six short of collecting all 513 heroes."

Speaking here, Chi Xiaochi painfully said, "...... I have this accident, I do not know how long it will take to set."

That's really cruel to a collector.

The system ignored him, and Chi Xiaochi shrugged unconcernedly.

Almost there.

There is no free parking in the neighborhood where the two rent.

So Chi Xiaochi parked his car on the street outside the neighborhood.

When Chi Xiaochi pulled out the car keys, he turned his face to the side and saw Cheng Yuan's reflection in the window.

In his natural state, the corners of his mouth are also slightly upturned, just like a seedling nourished by love.

No one would have guessed that such a fastidious and simple youth would commit suicide three years later by cutting his veins in a waterfront town abroad due to moderate depression.