Chapter 181: Author, Fugue Soul, Plum Glutinous Cake

On the first day after the mission, Xiaochi Chi finished nibbling on an apple and offered to go to a certain world line.

At the time of his request, Ying Lou was in the kitchen scraping yellow croaker scales and preparing yellow croaker dumplings.

A small plate of emerald cabbage dumplings has been formed, the thermostat system in the house is running endlessly, emitting the sound of whirring wind, and the small bamboo mice kept outside are gnawing on the bamboo like a click-click-click apple crunching sound.

He thought everything was fine, and was even a little reluctant to let him go.

Ying Lou raised his voice and said, "Wait for this afternoon, I will make the dumplings and accompany you."

Xiaochi Chi said, "No, I'll be back in an hour, tops."

Ying Lou wipes her hands with her apron and walks out of the kitchen.

He would like to use his original face, but fearing the Lord God's hand, he weighed his options and used Yujing Wen's face.

A long hair is trimmed into a fresh short hair, a loose white shirt and black pants with a few buttons tied, Yujing Wen's original dusty temperament is immediately pulled back to the world of smoke and fire, but there is not much to contradict the meaning.

Ying Lou took some coats out of the closet: "It's winter outside, choose one you like. Buy something you want to eat and I'll wait for you at home."

All of the coats are quite warm, but the uniform is a bit too big, the sleeves are slightly longer, slightly covering the hands.

Ying Lou helped him roll the cuffs of his chosen camel-colored coat a few times to reveal the dark gray sweater on the side of his wrist.

When she reached the right hand side, Ying Lou's movement paused.

...... The ring he gave Xiaochi Chi, which had been transferred to his pinky, somehow found its way back to his index finger.

A ring, from the ring finger to the tail finger to the index finger, can have a bad fate.

But Ying Lou is confident about where the ring will end up.

Ying Lou smiled silently at this thought and continued to flatten his cuffs and fetch a black cashmere scarf to wrap around him.

Xiaochi Chi raised her hand unnaturally and pushed it away, "I'll do it myself."

Ying Lou was worried that he was not yet comfortable with the contact, so she took the initiative to let go of his hand.

Xiaochi Chi looked in the mirror, pulled the scarf out of a flower knot and sprayed some eau de toilette on her body.

Ying Lou watched from afar as his family Chi Xiao dressed up as a mature and handsome young man, with warmth in his heart, but also some vague unease.

He has a fondness for Xiaochi Chi, no doubt.

He has lost all his previous memories, so his liking is pure, not about the past, not about the future, just about Xiaochi Chi now.

For him, Ying Lou, what he got was the complete Xiaochi Chi.

But for Xiaochi Chi, what he recovered was an AI with only a few years of memory.

So Ying Lou wanted to know more.

He wanted to know what had happened in those years.

Ying Lou wants to help Xiaochi Chi get Ying Lou back.

So, after Xiaochi Chi chose a world line to leave, he also made a trip back to the main god space and knocked on the door of 089's room.

It's winter outside, and it's indeed cold.

Luckily, Ying Lou's coat and scarf kept me warm.

Xiaochi Chi connected to the network of this world, turned on the navigation, stopped another cab and gave an address.

Yesterday, when he and Ying Lou were back in their space, Xiaochi Chi had nothing better to do than to retrieve the book "Sailor Fairy King".

In line with the data provided by the system, "The Shark Immortal" breaks at chapter 87 and is not updated again.

The author is called "green mountain red dust", this pen name does not follow the output of new works, it looks like completely not write the text.

Xiaochi Chi went through the comments section and found something new.

In this long-deserted article there are still people pushing for more, a lot of them, most of them with the ID of "Smoke University Tourist Group", crying and shouting that please light smoke greatly more article, want to see the shark and snake gentleman's follow-up story.

...... Oh great.

Xiaochi Chi followed the line and soon found the source.

The "green mountain red dust" changed vest, called "a light smoke", went to another website, wrote a CP-free cultivation text, luck is not bad, was a film and television company, bought the copyright, without backlog and shot out, the ratings are good, a hit.

"A light cigarette" has been a habit of journaling since I was a child.

After the Internet became convenient, he used to record his mood on the blog.

During the serialization period of "Sailor Fairy King", he wrote down quite a few things in his diary off and on, some of which were his own brainstorming and some of which were troubles during the serialization.

When the reader sprayed the hardest, then still a small shrimp author "green mountain red dust" tangled for several days, ran to knock their own editor, consulting their own should do.

The avatar of his editor looks very straight and is a big rugged man with a cigarette in his mouth.

The editor, who was busy ranking the list, gave the usual answer, "Observe more about the readers' preferences."

The young author said, "Their request ...... is a bit difficult to do ah."

The editor said bluntly, "There is no meat for those who don't listen to their readers."

The young author is still quite poor, so he listened to the words and went hard to observe the readers' messages.

He wrote seriously in his diary that there was meat for listening to the editor.

Then he wrote it as a tetragrammaton and was sprayed even harder.

The young author was a little frustrated, and at 3:00 am, posted a picture of a night snack she made in her space, with the text that there was no meat to eat, so she cooked herself a spinach noodle.

After a while, he noticed that someone had liked it and it was his editor.

He was curious about the editor who was still up so late.

Soon, there was an editorial response below, "Looks delicious."

The young author said with pride, "I did it."

The editor said, "It would taste better with an egg."

The author thought about it and also a little craving, fried a single-sided fried egg, and cut from it, the egg liquid is clear and transparent, the edges curled and slightly charred, looking at people's fingertips.

He took another picture.

This time the editor did not reply.

The young author didn't think much of it and sat down at the table to feast for a while and casually opened the article page to see if he could find one or two constructive replies in the pile of spray comments.

When he refreshed this, he found two more comments.

It is the first chapter and the second chapter.

One is "good, the beginning of the text is more concise, no redundancy, not bad writing skills", the other is "the story into the main line slightly dragged, the main character is not distinct".

The young author inhaled and inhaled the noodles, rewinding to look at his update and thought it was a great review.

It is not just an abstract concept like "cool" or "not cool", but a real point of view on the problems of his writing.

He wrote a very sincere three-line reply thanking him for his guidance.

The reader who gave the comment there also seemed to be online and replied, "Go to sleep. I'll read some more."

The young writer then went to bed with gratitude.

As a result, I woke up and the comment section tore up the sky.

There are a few bored fixed sprayers, may be to see the small author character good hold, always gentle and soft not angry, with the book of the soft dough protagonist like, always love to cloak the vest to stab him two sentences.

Today, one of them got up after a sleep and came to the comment section to complete the routine task, saw a serious reading the text, but also gave a lot of positive comments ID, immediately surrounded: "Yo, this is a family and friends group, or buy the comments ah."

The reader replied back, "Couldn't sleep, came to see the article."

The spray said: "Buddy, nothing to see, scattered. You bla bla said so much, the author of this will not change. Change is also blind barren thin change."

Readers say, "I like the story, he writes well."

The squirt was sour: "Hey yo, it's really a family and friends group."

Readers say, "Objectively speaking, the writing is better than you."

The squirt hit a jolt, raw anger fried hair: "What blindness you say with your eyes open? Which eye did you see me write the article?

The reader said rather articulately, "You've only contributed mines to one article with this trumpet. Your trumpet and that article have the same IP address. That article and this article are contemporaries. You are advised to write the article seriously, otherwise it will not be listed."

Spray is full of concern: "You fucking think you're an editor, open your mouth. I also said you are the author of the small number."

No reply at the bottom.

The author looked a little angry and just wanted to go up and say a few words for the enthusiastic reader, and the editor's avatar of the gruff, cigarette-toting man flashed up in his friends bar.

The editor said, "Don't listen to them."

The editor added, "It's my fault for not giving you the advice you gave earlier. Follow your idea, change to a site with a better atmosphere, make improvements in details, and your results will be even better."

The young author froze in front of the computer.

Later, after much deliberation, he abandoned the article, which had gone badly off course, and went to another website.

When he came up with the pen name, he thought of the cigarette in the mouth of the rugged man, so he just knocked a "light cigarette" on it.

Later, he sealed the deal with one book, and his next two books did quite well.

With the money in hand, he went and knocked out the editor.

Since the two people were identified as friends and relatives, they often chatted together and learned a lot about each other, so they really became half a group of friends and relatives.

For example, two people are the same city, both love to eat late, both are night owls.

The young author's messages he always returned in seconds: "What?"

The young author said, "Are you free to come out, please eat meat."

The young writer recorded the meeting in detail in her diary.

The man is not rugged at all, only a few months older than the young author, born very handsome, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, often in the magazine to write some prose, the family has money, so you can do what you want to do.

A year before I met the young author, he was selling insurance.

Now he has just gotten his kindergarten teacher's license and is about to quit his job as an editor and go to work as a kindergarten teacher.

The young writer envied him and said, "How nice.

He is polio-stricken and has been in a wheelchair since shortly after birth. The only things he has been able to go to independently over the years are his own kitchen, computer and bedroom.

He longed for the wide world that the editor could see.

The editor surveyed his wheelchair and said, "You live alone now?"

Junior Author: "Hmm."

His father died early and his mother remarried and went abroad.

The editor said, "It's a coincidence. My neighborhood has newly installed handicapped access, in every building."

The young author's eyes lit up: "Well, that's nice."

The editor looked into his eyes, "Move in."

Junior author: "...... eh?"

The editor said, "There's a nice little store near my house that sells plum cake."

The young author looked at him confusedly, her heart racing, but not quite able to understand the meaning of his words.

The editor said, "You moved in so I could buy you food every day."

In the young author's diary, there is a food diary specifically about plum cake, which makes Xiaochi Chi's appetite flourish in the evening.

So he came to buy it the next day.

He arrived at the store described in the young writer's food diary.

The owner skillfully poured the mixed glutinous rice flour liquid into a special vessel, and filled it with long-boiled semi-fluid hot bean paste, hot sesame seeds and hot purple potatoes.

Xiaochi Chi, with his hands in his hands, waited in the cold wind.

After a while, a young man wearing black-framed glasses stopped his car in front of this small store: "Boss lady, come two, old style."

This is obviously a familiar customer. The boss lady answered twice and nimbly took two bean paste ones out of the oven, filled them with paper bags and handed them to him.

The young man darted back into the car, and there was a man on the passenger side of the car, peeking over and picking up the paper bag.

Xiaochi Chi heard the young man say, "The filling is hot, warm your hands first, just enough to eat at home."

Xiaochi Chi turned back, looked at the dusty sedan and thought, "What a coincidence, could it be them?

Maybe so, maybe not.

He remembered that he had seen the audio of the young author's web interview online yesterday, and in the free interview session, some readers also asked about the "Sailor Fairy King".

The reader asks, "Great Light Smoke, are you really not going to write that "Immortal King"?"

The young author's voice was gentle: "Well, it's not written for others to read. I'll leave it on my hard drive and rewrite it. ...... write it for him to read."

The reader is a little sorry: "So the shark and the snake king will have a good ending."

"They will." The young author says, "They are independent souls. Even without me, they will have a good ending."

Xiaochi Chi was thinking about it when suddenly, from his coat pocket came a subtle vibrating sound.

Xiaochi Chi picks up the phone, looks at the number on it for a moment, and brings it to her ear.

Ying Lou's voice was there, "Hello?"

Xiaochi Chi is happy.

He remembered that when he was 061, he told himself that in a non-mission environment, he would be blocked from all functions when he arrived at a certain world, retaining only the most basic sensory abilities, and could not even speak.

So Ying Lou, who was left at home, could only call if she wanted to find him.

Ying Lou asked him, "Is it cold?"

Ying Lou is not in sight, Xiaochi Chi is not so tense: "You are not here, my sweet little autumn pants are gone."

Ying Lou laughs.

He asked, "When will you be back? I'll see what time it is, the dumplings are almost ready to be cooked."

Xiaochi Chi covered the microphone and asked the boss, "How much longer?"

The boss laughed and said, "Soon, soon, only six or seven minutes. The stuffed purple potatoes cook a little slower."

Xiaochi Chi said to the other end of the phone, "Go ahead and get off the phone. I'm going to hang up now. I didn't look carefully before I came out, my phone is about to run out of gas."

Ying Lou couldn't help but smile: "Well, good."

Xiaochi Chi bought one and a half ovens and intended to go back to Ying Lou to distribute them to the systems.

He picked out a purple potato filled plum cake from it and gently bit into it.

The egg rolls on the outside are crispy and golden, Xiaochi Chi's favorite, and the soft, plum-shaped rice patties are slightly overflowing with juicy purple potatoes when you bite into one of them.

He ate two bites hot and suddenly was eager to go home.

So I called Ying Lou's name in my mind, "Lou, Lou."

The owner of the plum cake was breathing heavily and preparing the next oven of plum cake when he inadvertently raised his eyes and found that the customer who had just carried away one and a half ovens of plum cake had disappeared in just half a minute.

And after hanging up the phone with Xiaochi Chi, Ying Lou said to 089 & 023, "I'm going back first, to give Chi Xiao dumplings."

He had wanted to talk to 089, but unfortunately 023 was also there, so it was not quite convenient to say something.

089 said with emotion, "Go ahead, good boy. Your happiness is the greatest expectation of your parents."

023 rolled his eyes grimly.

089 innocently said, "I am sincere."

Ying Lou stroked the peace knot that was still in her jacket pocket, "Well, I know."

089 Seeing his movements, his expression remained unchanged and his smiling eyes were slightly curved.

Well, know the usefulness of the peace knot, 80% used it.

Since it has to be used, it must have encountered some danger.

Looking at him now, I think he must have made a safe transition and probably met something good.

But he was so happy, the one in a moment, may not be happy.

A few moments, 089 will have some guesses, a turn of phrase, true feelings tearful said: "61 ah, you can protect our daughter-in-law, you are our family nine generations of a single heir, our old 0 family's incense continuity, but all rely on him."

023: "......" What is the old 0 family?

Ying Lou's mind moved slightly, knowing that he was reminding himself of something: "Well, I remember, Father."

023: "......"

He felt he was out of step with them from time to time because he wasn't dramatic enough.