Chapter 13: handicap, impairment, home life

Jian Cheng had spoken to his parents in advance, so Xiaochi Chi was not questioned when he returned home.

He turned off his phone, locked himself in his room, and took his Xbox to play Airplane Wars.

As far as he knows, Jian Cheng has a habit of playing games with Yuan Cheng.

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 Jian Cheng can free up, eighty percent will come to him to cut to help him reduce stress.

Although emotions can affect the feel of the hand, Xiaochi Chi's handicap clearly goes beyond emotions.

After playing for an hour, Xiaochi Chi's score was still hovering behind the 50th place, and he couldn't even squeeze up the leaderboard, with the special effects of exploding small planes sparking in front of his eyes.

He flung the handle and complained to 061, "My eyes hurt."

061 thought about it and went to pick up the audio library.

Soon, Xiaochi Chi's ears rang with a female voice: "For the revolution, to protect eyesight and prevent myopia, eye exercises, start."

Xiaochi Chi : "......" you can stop it you.

061 said, "I know you want to adapt to Yuan Cheng's life as soon as possible, but you don't have to try so hard."

Xiaochi Chi is not convinced: "I was good at playing games when I was a kid."

061: "...... good good, awesome."

Xiaochi Chi added, "The handle is too old."

061: "Well, it's a little old. The factory information on the scan shows it's two years old."

061 so attached, equivalent to Xiaochi Chi paved the steps, but also piggybacked on the red carpet.

But this makes Xiaochi Chi a little boring.

He slumped back in frustration, "Well, I'm handicapped."

061 said gently, "It's always okay to do an eye exercise."

Xiaochi Chi : "......"

Under the guidance of the system, Xiaochi Chi did a set of eye exercises, practiced for a while, and came downstairs when it was almost dinner time.

The two elders were already waiting downstairs.

He stood on the stairs and called to Cheng's mother at the dining table, "Mom." And then turned to Cheng's father, "Dad."

Yuan Cheng looks good, has not cried, but there are bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep, looks very tired, dazed and unable to find focus.

Cheng's mother's nose was sore and she looked away.

Cheng's father pointed toward the chair Yuan Cheng was used to sitting on: "...... sit down."

At this time, Aunt Chen brought out a steaming pot of fish fillets from the kitchen, full of bean sprouts, crisp sauerkraut, fish fillets lying brightly in the rolling fresh soup, tender meat, fresh soup golden.

Yuan Cheng's eyes glowed, Deng Deng took a few steps over to take it, just put the fish fillet on the table and took a spoon to get a piece, stuffed it into his mouth, hot and exhaled.

Jian Cheng came out of the kitchen: "No one is robbing you! How many years has it been since you've eaten meat?"

Cheng mother again heartbroken: "It's okay, do not rush, sit down and eat slowly."

The fish is cooked just right and melts in your mouth.

Yuan Cheng smacked his lips, very satisfied: "I have to take Aunt Chen with me everywhere I go in the future."

Aunt Chen smiled: "Okay, when Yuan Xiao becomes successful, Yuan Xiao will go with Aunt wherever she goes."

That's true.

Shortly after Yuan Cheng's suicide, Aunt Chen, who had worked as a nanny for the Cheng family for more than 20 years and had watched Yuan Cheng grow up, suffered a heart attack and followed him to his death.

Before she died, her mind was already confused, but her mouth was still chanting: "I'll go find Yuan Xiao. I'll make Yuan Xiao pickled fish. He hasn't eaten for years."

Yuan Cheng pulled the cuffs of his cotton pajamas upward twice: "Aunt Chen cooked fish for me, and as a courtesy, I will also cook two dishes for Aunt Chen to go."

Aunt Chen hurriedly went to pull him: "Aigoo ancestor! One thing leads to another! Other dishes will be ready soon, sit properly, get a smell of oil and smoke and have to wash!"

Yuan Cheng turned his head to ask for help, "Brother."

Jian Cheng's mouth watered at the thought of Yuan Cheng's cooking.

Since the last time Yuan Cheng brought him food, he always felt that the food in the company cafeteria tasted wrong.

He waved his hand, "You go ahead. There are still chicken nuggets and a bit of matsutake in the kitchen, see to it yourself."

On Jian Cheng's order, Yuan Cheng immediately grabbed Aunt Chen's apron.

Aunt Chen was a little worried: "Don't let the pot burn."

Ten minutes later, Yuan Cheng served the food.

He used chili peppers to choke the chicken pieces to make them tender and golden, and served them on a large deep-bellied plate, and poured the collected soup on top; butter roasted the mushrooms to make them juicy, sliced and beautifully arranged in an umbrella shape, and chewed with a fatty texture, just like meat, and a stir-fried greens, and set the table with a lot of enthusiasm.

Cheng's mom and Aunt Chen both looked stunned.

Yuan Cheng wiped his hands with his apron and said to his father, "Dad, try it."

Since taking over Yuan Cheng's body, Xiaochi Chi has never cooked a meal for Baihua Yang.

First, each person's skill is different, and the taste of the dishes varies, so Baihua Yang will be suspicious once she finds out that the dishes taste different from before.

Second, Xiaochi Chi is only willing to cook for people who deserve it.

The family sits at the steaming dinner table, Jian Cheng and Cheng's father discussing a recent company account, Cheng's mother is concerned about Yuan Cheng's interview process, and Chen's aunt can't stop feeding Yuan Cheng, afraid he won't get enough.

Each other's faces became a little blurred under the steaming heat of the home-cooked food, but they were unusually warm.

At the end of the meal, there were hardly any dishes left on the table, and Jian Cheng was eating steamed buns dipped in the soup, which was not quite enough.

After the meal, Aunt Chen drove Xiaochi Chi, who was presuming to wash the dishes, back to her room.

No sooner had he returned to his room and picked up his game console than Jian Cheng knocked on the door.

Jian Cheng didn't come here to play the game, but seeing the game screen on the TV that he didn't have time to turn off, he inevitably got the itch and suggested, "Let's play a game."

Xiaochi Chi : "Yeah."

Xiaochi Chi is as stable as an old dog on the outside, but he is panicking on the inside.

He lamented in his mind to 061: "...... is finished."

061 said, "No panic."

Xiaochi Chi didn't bother with 061's comfort and began to quietly make up excuses.

...... lost love makes me gloomy, heart disease makes me handicapped late.

As the two sat down in front of the TV, Xiaochi Chi suddenly heard 061 say, "Don't you be afraid, it's me."

Xiaochi Chi : "?"

Soon, a warm and dry sensation covered Xiaochi Chi's hands, as if a hand was holding them, but nothing could be seen with the naked eye.

Xiaochi Chi a shiver, the handle almost did not hold steady.

The owner of those hands is very good at soothing, gently squeeze Xiaochi Chi's palm tiger, put his slightly shaking hands in the palm, his voice is as gentle as water: "It's okay, leave it to me."

061 said to him, is completely and utterly handed over to him.

Xiaochi Chi does not need to move at all, just hold the handle. A pair of non-existent, long, soft-touch hands hold Xiaochi Chi's hand and manipulate it for him.

The hands were so fast that Xiaochi Chi felt his hands were almost in stitches under his traction, and the small plane operated by 061 was moving fast through the rain of bullets, accurately sniping every enemy.

However, the enemies, along with the plane itself, gradually turned into dense blocks of color, and the light and shadow of the explosion faded into a colorful puddle of paint in Xiaochi Chi's eyes.

Xiaochi Chi look as usual, but the palm of his hand has begun to sweat cold, held by 061 palm like an ant's nest, itchy and uncomfortable.

In one game, Xiaochi Chi easily broke the top record.

He turned to Jian Cheng and smiled, "Brother, your hands are raw."

Jian Cheng is a strong personality, just want to say flip and come back, a turn of the head to see Yuan Cheng a head of fine sweat, suddenly a shock, reached out to touch his forehead: "What happened?"

Xiaochi Chi ducked back and whispered, "Maybe I ate a little and my stomach is not feeling well."

Jian Cheng immediately forgot about the game: "Look at you. I'll go get you some medicine."

Xiaochi Chi said, "It's okay, don't let mom worry. I'll just lie down for a while."

Jian Cheng was still not sure, helped him to the bed, said to get him some antibiotic tablets, then turned around and pushed the door to leave.

I think Jian Cheng has already arrived downstairs, Xiaochi Chi got up and rushed into the toilet and vomited violently.

061 voice changed: "Mr. Chi ......?"

Xiaochi Chi simply could not spare his mouth to answer him, vomiting so white that his stomach was like a glove that had been pulled to the opposite side, turning over and over, spasming and jerking.

When he was able to catch his breath, Xiaochi Chi's first words were an expression of regret: "...... It was hard to eat, but I threw up all of it."

061 A bit of hand-wringing.

In fact, he didn't even need to help Xiaochi Chi with his hand.

He can give Xiaochi Chi a million-dollar high score by hacking into the game system with a virus, even if Xiaochi Chi plays with his toes.

But he wanted to experiment.

It turns out he was right: Xiaochi Chi had a physical contact disorder, but 061 didn't expect it to be this severe.

No wonder Xiaochi Chi like cross slope Sun Erniang these days, moving Baihua Yang hemp over, even at the expense of good feeling value.

After vomiting, Xiaochi Chi rinsed his mouth with water and leaned against the sink to relax.

061 Apologize: "I'm sorry."

Xiaochi Chi wiped his mouth: "It's okay, I see there is still some glutinous rice powder and rice wine in the kitchen, I'll go and make myself an extra meal at midnight and make a small dumpling stuffed with wine."

Rao knows Xiaochi Chi is not feeling well right now, 061 still can't help but smell the words: "Not that question. ...... What's wrong with you?"

Just touching the hand just vomit to stomach cramps, obviously a psychological problem.

Xiaochi Chi put it mildly: "The same old problem."

061 asked, "You walk and shoot, it is inevitable that there will be physical contact with others, right?" Not to mention there are kissing scenes bed - scenes of a kind.

Xiaochi Chi said, "It's fine, I can usually make it to the turnaround."

061: "......"

Xiaochi Chi is also proud: "I got used to it after throwing up and throwing up."

061 asked him, "How did it come to this?"

Xiaochi Chi looked up at Yuan Cheng in the mirror with a thin layer of watery eyes, which was very painful, but Xiaochi Chi's expression of not caring about anything diluted this pitiful cuteness a lot.

He walked out of the bathroom, did not find a cigarette, touched a box of chocolate pocky out, gripped a hold in the mouth: "six six teacher in addition to reading to me, but also responsible for psychological guidance ah."

...... This is just not something you want to talk about.

061 sighs: "Sorry. In the future I will try to pick some world line for you that is not too emotional with the object of the raid."

Xiaochi Chi praised from the bottom of her heart, "Liuliu, you are so cute."

061: "......" is good, good, cute is cute.

To comfort Xiaochi Chi, 061 said, "I saved the live video of the game just now."

Xiaochi Chi was immediately energized and said, "Quickly, quickly, send it to me."

061 thought if you send it to Jian Cheng, I can't care if I get beaten up, then honestly send the video package to Xiaochi Chi's phone and terminal light brain in duplicate.

Xiaochi Chi is on.

Baihua Yang sent more than ninety WeChat messages and dialed more than thirty phone calls were all ignored by him, and the video was saved amidst the annoying beeps of dripping.

He looked over it happily: "It's a small step for me personally, but a big step forward for people with handicaps."

He added, "When I return to the present world, copy this video to me."

061: "Hmm? Doing what?"

Xiaochi Chi said, "I'll go to Lou's grave, make this video into a CD and burn it to him, so he can see that there are six six teachers to take me, now I'm not handicapped."

061 Lost in laughter.

Xiaochi Chi This person is very strange, when things are sensible, step by step calculations layout, but occasionally reveals some persistent childishness.

061 cherish this obsession.

Xiaochi Chi is probably the first person who has traveled through a hundred worlds and who has the only possibility of returning to the present world.

Xiaochi Chi just lived at home, eating and drinking, occasionally interacting with his fans on Weibo, posting a little bit of his song-writing routine and a little video of himself singing.

Yuan Cheng never showed his face on Weibo before, which, in Xiaochi Chi's words, was as wasteful as eating a nest egg from a gold mine.

He po a video of himself playing the guitar up, the next day wake up, up more than two thousand powder, and is still rising.

"!!! Mamiya blogger so cute!"

"Beg to marry! Or begging for female clothes!"

"...... What's the orientation upstairs?"

"I used to think @yuancheng was living on talent, now you're telling me I can actually live on my face? [dog head] [bye]"

Xiaochi Chi picked a few messages to reply to and continued to post his song writing routine from time to time.

But ever since he showed his face, there has been a big line of various queue types begging for photos under his Weibo.

Xiaochi Chi said to 061: "Look, many people say that a good-looking skin is the same, but an interesting soul is one in a million. But without a good-looking skin, who wants to spend time to understand the interesting soul."

061 thought that was a bit unreasonable.

He didn't know what Xiaochi Chi looked like when he first took him on, but he found him interesting enough to search 023 for information about him.

But 061 looked at Xiaochi Chi's rising number of followers and felt that his words were not very convincing, so he simply shut up.

One day, Xiaochi Chi came downstairs to get some fruit and heard Cheng's mother talking to her old sister on the phone in the living room, "We've split up, we've really split up. The young man surnamed Yang I always look at him badly. ...... I am not looking down on the poor, his father is still raising fish. But the four words "matchmaking" are not just talk about, Yuan Xiao and Baihua Yang are not a world of people, why must they get together?"

Xiaochi Chi smiles.

He quietly folded back into the room, not to disturb the joy of Cheng's mother who hated to scatter flowers all over the world.

But Baihua Yang does not want to break with Yuan Cheng.

So many years have passed, the emotional foundation is there, not to say no.

Baihua Yang found that no matter how to contact Yuan Cheng, can only be a variety of rape Yuan Cheng microblogging, whenever Yuan Cheng published a new microblogging, he has to secretly click a like, and at the same time constantly send messages to show goodwill, asking him whether he has lost anger.

Without Yuan Cheng to cook, without his care, without the sound of piano and singing, Baihua Yang suddenly found that his whole life was not right.

At first, Baihua Yang was confident.

Yuan Cheng is just a momentary gambling, he loves himself so much, he will definitely come back.

However, a week passed, half a month passed.

After barely more than 20 days, Baihua Yang finally couldn't take it anymore.

Why hasn't he come back yet?

Is he being held by his family? Can't get out?