Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 19
061 returns to the handover point and signals 009 to dock.
009 figure just surfaced, like a chick who saw the old hen, head into the arms of 061, rushed him backward.
061 rubbed his head: “…… What’s wrong?”
009 shivered and said, “061 brother, Xiaochi Chi tell me ghost stories.”
061: “…… eh?”
The time limit for the docking shift was extremely short, and before you could ask what happened to 009, 061 was forced to teleport back.
The gentle, questioning “hmmm” reached Xiaochi Chi’s ears, causing his ears to tingle.
After dinner, Xiaochi Chi was already back in the bedroom.
He put down his cup of black tea, “Back?”
061 asked, “How is 009 working out?”
“I don’t know about the work, but the meals were good.” says Xiaochi Chi. Xiaochi Chi says, “I made four dishes and one soup, and he rounded it up, not even a drop of vegetable soup left.”
061’s tone is quite helpless: “…… Well, he has a better appetite. New Year’s dumplings, he can eat one hundred and sixty.”
Xiaochi Chi : “……”
He thought that 009 was probably shy because it was the first time he met with himself and did not play to his original level.
Poor hospitality and poor reception.
061 asked him, “Listen to 009, you tell him ghost stories.”
Xiaochi Chi said frankly, “I didn’t. Just asked him a few questions.”
061 mulled it over and thought so.
Xiaochi Chi is obviously afraid of ghosts himself.
Xiaochi Chi went to get the black tea cup again, but just as his finger touched the handle, the whole cup was disintegrated into data with an imaginary shadow.
He touched an empty space, his expression slightly stunned.
061 particularly like Xiaochi Chi such a sensible sober person in the unconscious flow of childishness, the voice showed a few laughs: “to sleep, do not drink this.”
Xiaochi Chi bargained with him, “I want to see if Huan Tang Studios will release Xiaoyan Yang’s name tonight.”
061 said, “You’re going to record a song tomorrow, you need to get your spirit back.”
Xiaochi Chi is still undeterred, smiling and scornful: “I can catch up on sleep in the car.”
061 said, “I can cut off your electricity and internet.”
Xiaochi Chi said, “…… Okay, resident teacher, count on you.”
061 laughs: “This student, please hurry up and wash up and go to bed.”
Xiaochi Chi, ready to stand up, asked in passing, “What is the host teacher going to read tonight?”
061 Answer: “Harry Potter.”
Xiaochi Chi was suddenly silent.
He held his half-risen position and said, “Change it.”
Xiaochi Chi’s expression makes 061 feel that he may not have done a very good job this time.
However, since it is in your mind, there is no need to ask anything more.
061 nodded once and changed his mind from good to bad: “…… Then let’s continue reading ‘House of Grass’.”
After arranging for Xiaochi Chi to go to sleep, 061 opened Harry Potter and used keyword searches to pick out episodes related to Sirius Breck Jr.
At about 2 a.m., Xiaochi Chi staggered out of bed.
061 thought he was up for the night, but he walked right up to the small couch and nestled himself in.
061 was so absorbed in reading the book that I did not notice Xiaochi Chi’s condition until now. Xiaochi Chi’s pajamas were thoroughly soaked with sweat and stuck to her body, tracing the thin ribs of Yuan Cheng’s body clearly.
He did not close the window before going to bed, at this time the wind outside, the curtains filled with wind, up and down.
Xiaochi Chi looked at the outline of the wind and, in a momentary trance, whispered, “Brother Lou, the wind is picking up outside.”
The words will fall, the window slowly closed.
061’s voice rang out, “Don’t be afraid. I’m the one who turned it off. You are sweating too much, you can’t get cold now.”
Xiaochi Chi said, “I know it’s you.”
061 asked softly, “Nightmare?”
Xiaochi Chi answered him, “It’s a good dream.”
That was indeed a good dream.
The clattering sound of mahjong came from the first floor, eating, touching, listening, women shouting out in their shrill voices as if this would be prosperous tile luck, men riding bare-chested, in their mouths, oil and war were relevant to them, they shook their bushes and got high on melon seeds, each with a mirage of his own.
Upstairs, Xiaochi Chi is lying on the bed, with Ying Lou on each end.
There was a hot breeze outside that creaked the windows.
The wind is damp and earthy, and a cloud is rolling in, it’s going to rain.
Xiaochi Chi said, “Brother Lou, the wind is picking up outside.”
Ying Lou looked up from between his books and looked out the window, “It’s going to rain.”
Xiaochi Chi didn’t care if it was going to rain or not, he deliberately stomped on the spine of the book in Ying Lou’s hand and begged him to continue reading: “What happened afterwards. What happened to Breck?”
The book was in tatters, but Ying Lou had carefully wrapped the book cover, which was white and snowy, and Ying Lou’s long, clean fingers brushed over it, making it a perfect match.
He dropped his gaze back to the book, his expression slightly complicated.
A few moments later, he closed the book and sat up from the bed, “It’s too late today, I’m going back. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Xiaochi Chi said, “You leave the book with me, I’ll read it myself.”
Ying Lou smiled. He smiled with a light in his eyes.
“Leave the book with you, and you’ll still sleep tonight? Stop it.”
Xiaochi Chi got anxious and also got up from the bed: “Will he stay with Li Ha.”
“Who?”
“Little Sirius.”
“What do you think of ……?”
Xiaochi Chi frowned: “Of course they have to be together, they have to be together. He needs Li Ha, and Li Ha needs him. But how I feel he will die.”
Ying Lou put the book away in her bag: “Don’t worry, he won’t die.”
Xiaochi Chi : “Really?”
Ying Lou said, “Really. I’ve seen the back. He’s not dead, he’s fine.”
In the next episode, Sirius did not die, and even appeared in the subsequent episodes, funny as ever, thoughtful as ever.
Although Ying Lou fell to his death before the next Harry Potter series came out, for many years after that, young Sirius remained in Xiaochi Chi’s mind as the weather-beaten but bright-eyed teenager.
Until he was told on that talk show that Breck was dead.
He crashed into the curtain in front of Li Ha and disappeared without a trace, and his body could not even be found.
The companionship of life and death, and the happy ending, are the stories Ying Lou wrote for him, mimicking the writing of the translator.
…… “Not everyone you like can live.”
Ying Lou did not want Xiaochi Chi to understand this truth so early, but later, Xiaochi Chi still understood.
Back to the present.
061 did not speak, leaving him enough time to be silent.
Xiaochi Chi picks up a toothpick and thinks about what’s on his mind.
061 took Xiaochi Chi’s action in his eyes and his mind was slightly moved.
…… As far as he knows, Xiaochi Chi has a habit of smoking.
Although not considered an addiction, he prefers to hold a cigarette when he gets into a thinking state.
The Cheng family is certainly not short of good cigarettes for guests, but Xiaochi Chi has not smoked once since he became Yuan Cheng, except for a couple of puffs when testing Baihua Yang, to protect his voice.
Thinking about it, 061 a heart becomes extra soft.
Xiaochi Chi is patient and restrained in this way, but he has no friends to be by his side when he is upset.
Xiaochi Chi was so lost in thought that he was not aware of the slightest flow of data around him.
The figure of 061 changed from virtual to real and stood beside Xiaochi Chi.
The lonely soul was curled up inside Yuan Cheng, quietly, with only the toothpick being bitten by him, creaking and squeaking.
He reached for Xiaochi Chi’s shoulder, trying to comfort him as a new friend.
But only halfway through, his hand retracted, leaving only a remnant of the data stream to silently disappear into Xiaochi Chi’s shoulder.
…… Good thing, 061 remembered Xiaochi Chi’s aversion to physical contact in time to avert a possible trouble.
Xiaochi Chi seems to have sensed something and turned his head to see only the room immersed in darkness.
Before he could turn back, the toothpick in his mouth disappeared out of thin air and was replaced by a hint of sweet strawberry flavor.
Xiaochi Chi let out an “umph” and spit out the contents of her mouth.
A lollipop.
Xiaochi Chi thought he knew who had played the trick, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “I’m not a child.”
061 said, “Gripping what is not gripping.”
Xiaochi Chi thought it made sense and tucked the lollipop back in, licking it slowly.
He asked, “Where did this sugar come from.”
061 said, “I traded Baihua Yang’s favorable value for it.”
Xiaochi Chi licked her lollipop and criticized 061, “Teacher Six led the violation and has no teacher ethics.”
061 coughed lightly to match his performance and said, “Teacher morality is for students. You are the only one who is my student, I don’t care about others.”
Xiaochi Chi was very moved and was about to express his emotions when he heard his esteemed teacher Luk Luk say, “Go brush your teeth after eating, catch up, and get some sleep.”
Xiaochi Chi doesn’t really want to sleep and continues to slowly lick his lollipop.
061 Watching him eat candy, his face surprisingly gradually warmed up.
Xiaochi Chi doesn’t seem to be able to eat candy well at all, licking and biting the little candy stick, especially when he reverts to the “careless” channel with his eyes, matching his movements with an indefinable desire.
A good candy fell into the hands of Xiaochi Chi, it can be said to be humiliated.
061 a little bit to look at: “…… you good to eat food.”
But Xiaochi Chi, rather unaware of how she was behaving, took the transparently sucked candy out of her mouth, “Hmm?”
061: “……”
Forget it, just remember to brush your teeth.
It wasn’t until Xiaochi Chi woke up the next morning, refreshed, and turned on her phone that she realized she had missed a big show last night.
The identity of the …… copycat was picked up.
The main reason for such a fast exposure is Xiaoyan Yang.
Xiaoyan Yang is also a famous songwriter on the Internet, and her vanity is there, and the fact that her song was bought by Cloud City is enough for her to brag about it for a year.
“The new song is sold out. This time I finally have money to buy the little dress I’ve been longing for [heart][heart][heart].”
–This tweet was sent on the same day as the contract date provided by Cloud City.
“Still in production ~ do not know when to hear the finished product ah, looking forward to ing.”
— On the same day, Huan Tang posted a picture of himself in the recording studio.
On top of that, she retweeted Huan Tang’s fifth anniversary sweepstakes tweet and even commented under Huan Tang’s new album release tweet, “Hahahaha, finally heard it!”
Although it is not specified to whom her new song is sold, but according to the timeline down, all the clues point to her.
There is no shortage of people in the world, and Huan Tang’s fans are eager to find the man who gave their favorite artist a reputation for plagiarism and to take them to task, not to mention Huan Tang’s owner Cloud City, who naturally wants to divert attention elsewhere.
In this way, Xiaoyan Yang was uncovered.
Now that the names have been revealed, Huan Tang’s studio simply took advantage of the heat and updated its Weibo account again, releasing a lawyer’s letter that was prepared overnight.
The name of the defendant is Xiaoyan Yang.
Seeing the “real” screenshots flying around, Xiaochi Chi said with little sincerity, “Congratulations, a hit, C-suite.”
He knew only too well that few of those who condemned it were truly outraged by the plagiarism.
What the netizens want is buzz, and what the studio wants is profit, so Xiaoyan Yang has to sacrifice.
Of course, their own death, can not blame the next person.
Xiaochi Chi’s bureau actually left her a way out.
–As long as she doesn’t reach out and steal, she won’t fold into any of Xiaochi Chi’s elaborate setups.
Early in the morning, Xiaoyan Yang’s cell phone rang.
She stayed up until the latter part of the night last night before she could barely close her eyes, not yet knowing that online she had been stripped of a layer of skin.
She sleepily picked up the phone, “…… Hello?”
An elegant male voice came on the other end of the line, “Is this Miss Xiaoyan Yang?”
Xiaoyan Yang looked at his cell phone and found that it was an unfamiliar number, thinking that the delivery he bought a few days ago had arrived, and secretly muttered why it was delivered so early.
“Leave it by the door.”
“Miss Yang, this is the Yunjing City Ding Shan People’s Court.” The caller said, “Here is a civil case related to you, which will be heard on January 10, please come to the Dinshan People’s Court in time to get the summons for the hearing ……”
Xiaoyan Yang hung up the phone without waiting for him to finish.
A moment later, the phone rang again.
She hung up again and fumbled to blacklist the number.
Subpoena? What subpoena?
A subpoena from Cloud City? Did they really sue themselves?
She shakes her hand and wants to check out Cloud City Studio’s movement on Weibo, but as soon as she enters Weibo, the sea of private messages and comments just sends her phone straight to a dead stop.
“Hello plagiarism dog, are you up? Did you suffer from a tormented conscience today.”
“Le thief! This industry is stinking up with rat turds like you!”
After reading only two posts, Xiaoyan Yang quit Weibo, shivering with panic.
How did they find out it was theirs?
And the subpoena ……
No, she won’t answer it! She can’t take it!
As long as you don’t charge it, it’s okay! They can not go to court, they can not go to court, this matter may be able to escape ……
This is how it was when I was a child, I went to play in other people’s homes and broke other people’s things, she just had to take things away quietly, or simply hide, and there would be no matter ……
Xiaoyan Yang didn’t dare to disturb her roommates who were still asleep in bed, so she slipped out of bed with tears in her eyes, squatted into the toilet and dialed Baihua Yang’s phone.
When she opened her mouth, she cried out in pain.
“Brother, what did Brother Xiao Cheng’s side say …… did you find him? He promised to help me? You quickly save me ah-“
