Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 87
Xiaochi Chi shakily stood up, from a pile of messy clothes under the rummage out of a can of Laoshan beer, pulled the can ring, gobble dunked down.
The strange voice said coolly, “Aren’t you afraid of poison?”
Xiaochi Chi said bitterly, “One poison relieves a thousand sorrows.”
Opponent: “……” retard.
The good thing is that although 061 has lost its voice, the world line information is still transmitted into Xiaochi Chi’s mind.
As the woman’s head just said, the original owner is Chunyang Song.
Chunyang Song is a smiling little magician.
He was a nurse by profession, but had a side job with his grandmother, reading feng shui for new homes.
Grandmother is a crane-haired chicken skin, cold and elegant old man, in the industry is quite prestigious, in the eyes of outsiders is the most mysterious. She has a grass hut in her hometown by a temple of great incense, sitting in the hut to listen to see, break the judgment of the universe, but all the blessings of the Lord to come, report the birth date, and what they want to calculate, she will brush brush pen on paper to write down the answers they want, and one by one to solve the break.
Chunyang Song’s father was not interested in this, and in his grandmother’s words, his son had no talent in this area and could not distinguish between cause and effect and lines, so it was good that he did not enter the profession.
Chunyang Song’s father thinks his mother is an old godmother and is ashamed of her, so he often warns Chunyang Song to ignore his grandmother.
But Chunyang Song doesn’t think so.
He has been able to see strange things since he was a child.
When he was young, he did not know what to do, often by the strange things scared to cry.
He did not understand why the older brother next door was carrying a young lady on his back, and he did not understand why he saw his grandmother’s best friend, Grandma Lin, walking her partner to the Sunset Bridge where they were engaged, but everyone said that Grandma Lin had been dead for many years.
Chunyang Song’s grandmother knew what was going on and took pity on her crying grandson, often touching his forehead and saying, “Love your eyes, they are a treasure given to you by God. It allows you to understand what cause and effect are earlier than others.
Chunyang Song’s pupils are heterochromatic, amber on one side and lake blue on the other, how to look like the product of genetic mutation.
Chunyang Song is a good president, except for his eyes, he has gathered all the advantages of his parents, but also very fine personal optimization, mouth, nose, eyebrows and eyes are good-looking, from childhood is white and tender glutinous rice dumplings, school has been a kind of mascot existence.
His most beautiful is a pair of eyes, bright, bright, pupils just the right size, and a special texture, like a finely crafted gem.
Chunyang Song mouth flower human skin, delightful, often by the sudden appearance of ghosts scared Zier wow, but not much time and try to chat with them, one after another, but a ghost friends.
He often complained to himself, “I’m up with this name for psychological comfort.”
However, Chunyang Song will still help some ghosts who do not have very deep grievances and who do not make his liver tremble to fulfill their wishes.
He believes in karma, so he doesn’t do too much more than he can with what he has.
But Chunyang Song is always willing to be a little bit of a pervert.
When someone from a nearby city asked his grandmother to visit his home to check feng shui, Chunyang Song was worried that it would be inconvenient for her to go alone, so he would follow her whenever he was not in class.
Grandmother’s eyes are also different from normal people, she should be able to see the “qi” in people and objects, so she only needs to turn around in the house, and can point out the shortcomings of feng shui and ways to change it in a few words.
However, Chunyang Song could not understand what it was like because of the difficulty in connecting the senses.
Grandma was responsible for pointing out the problem, and he was responsible for putting the items to change the luck, such as the jade brave, into the position designated by his grandmother.
He is still young, the head of the family would not believe him, but he has a pair of eyes of a different color, look really mysterious.
Chunyang Song always pretended to be a little blind when the head of the household showed his awe.
After all, with his glass-like eyes, he looks no different than blind as long as he remains still.
He could easily bypass all obstacles, put down the reincarnation at the exact angle his grandmother requested, and fold back behind her, which would always make the head of the household feel more mysterious, treating him together with his grandmother as a true god coming down to earth and respectfully sending the grandchildren away.
Chunyang Song can’t stop laughing once he leaves the sight of the householders.
Grandma never broke up his little tricks, looked at him tenderly and said helplessly, “You.”
The year he started college, his grandmother died at age 66.
Before he died, his grandmother said to Chunyang Song, who had been with him in tears, “Yang Chun, you must believe in karma. Don’t do bad things, do more good things.”
The prayer was so simple and gentle that Chunyang Song put her face in her grandmother’s calloused palm and tearfully agreed to it.
After the college entrance exams, he attended a nursing school, while next door was the nationally renowned medical university.
The School of Nursing is as small as a medical school bathroom, but Chunyang Song has the attitude that he is here to stay and often goes to the medical school to play.
Chunyang Song, a young gay man, said, “I feel like I’m going home, I feel much better in the medical university than at home, all of them are handsome and talk well, so I like being there.
He met Benshan Yuan, a senior in a private psychic club run by medical students, and fell in love with him from the moment he met him.
Benshan Yuan, who is two years ahead of him, has been the first in his class for three years, is a suave and elegant person, and is extremely good in all aspects.
He once thought that Benshan Yuan was his karma.
He said to Benshan Yuan with great affection, “Yuan, I met you because I did too much good before.”
Hearing his words, Benshan Yuan poked him on the tip of his nose: “Isn’t it because you got 70 points in math in the entrance exam?”
Chunyang Song proudly said, “Where, seventy-two it is.”
Benshan Yuan : “Rounded up to seventy.”
Chunyang Song : “Nonsense, round up to one hundred.”
Benshan Yuan couldn’t help him, so he hugged him and lifted him high: “Okay, okay, listen to you, little magician.”
Benshan Yuan was aware of Chunyang Song’s yin and yang eyes, but he never believed in them.
The reason why he joined the paranormal society was that he just liked the fresh sense of wonder of paranormal stories and never really believed in the existence of ghosts.
Chunyang Song said, “I can really see ghosts, look at my eyes if you don’t believe me.”
Benshan Yuan held his face and looked at it carefully: “Well, I can see it. Iris heterochromia.”
Chunyang Song said aggressively, “There is a passerby right in front of you.”
Benshan Yuan smiled and bowed politely to the air in front of him, “Hello there.”
The ghost dressed as a passing student was startled and immediately returned the greeting, “Greetings, senior.”
Chunyang Song giggled and laughed so much that Benshan Yuan had no temper at all.
In Chunyang Song’s sophomore year, Benshan Yuan started to get busy.
Chunyang Song will cross the kilometer distance every day to pack meals and send warmth to her boy friend in the next school.
…… also occasionally serves □□□.
“Chrysanthemum sent by Chimi.” Chunyang Song leaned on Benshan Yuan’s arms, bitter with a handsome and lovely face, “The gift is light.”
Benshan Yuan was convinced by Chunyang Song’s mouth and pinched his nose, “Thank you very much.”
Chunyang Song fell into Benshan Yuan’s arms, smiling and pouting, “Old Yuan, you have to love me.”
Benshan Yuan gently went to pinch his waist: “Does it hurt, does it hurt?”
The two rolled together in a playful ball.
They have been very sweet.
But one day, a somewhat strange thing happened.
During the winter solstice, Benshan Yuan went to an old library to borrow materials, so Chunyang Song bought dumpling powder and made dumplings for him with the limited tools he had in his dormitory.
While Chunyang Song was debating whether to go to the supermarket to buy a small rolling pin or to make do with a 2B pencil, Benshan Yuan called.
On the other side of the phone, Benshan Yuan asked a question that sounded like a no-brainer: “Yang Chun, do you really have yin and yang eyes?”
Chunyang Song dutifully said, “Huh? Yeah.”
Benshan Yuan was silent for a moment before trying to explain why he was asking this question, “I was looking through old information here and found a lot of references to the yin and yang.”
Chunyang Song’s heart was sweet: “Aren’t you there to study?”
Benshan Yuan said, “When I see information related to you, I always have to look through it.”
Chunyang Song Hey, “Will you be back by noon?”
Benshan Yuan said, “Sure.”
Chunyang Song did not care about this matter.
He quickly made a big pot of dumplings and delivered them to Benshan Yuan’s dormitory, where his good friends and the hostess aunt also got a share.
Chunyang Song is a good-looking person, his mouth is even sweeter, to the hostess aunt a mouthful of sister Li, than Mrs. Jingxin oral solution are effective, coaxing people hostess aunt straight to the new insoles into his hands.
In contrast, Benshan Yuan reacted lightly, probably because he had something on his mind, but he ate all the dumplings and asked a lot of questions about Chunyang Song’s family.
Chunyang Song, of course, knew everything and made it a point to mention a lot about his grandmother.
About half a month later, when Benshan Yuan’s workload was over, he asked Chunyang Song to watch a movie at 8pm.
Chunyang Song wore his new white down jacket and a snow-white fleece hat, with two fuzzy little balls hanging down, setting off his eyebrows and eyes extremely beautiful, with red lips and white teeth.
When he arrived at the entrance of the promised milk tea store, Benshan Yuan was late, so he naturally went into the store and bought Benshan Yuan a cup of lemon and grapefruit tea, while he ordered a cup of milk tea.
The store was on the verge of closing down with a notice of transfer posted on the door, but Chunyang Song went in and found a lot of customers inside, at least ten of them.
Many people locked their eyes on Chunyang Song with a weird look.
Chunyang Song was a bit baffled, but after confirming that they were not ghosts, he settled down to rub the air conditioner and waited for Benshan Yuan to come.
One girl passed by him with a crooked hand and deliberately spilled the hot milk tea on him.
Chunyang Song, who was half drenched in milk tea, stood up sharply: “Damn!”
Without waiting for him to say anything, the girl said fiercely, “You dropped my milk tea! You pay for it!”
The milk tea was hot and Chunyang Song was bouncing around like a little beaver rat, his neck was burnt red, but he was grimacing as he took off his clothes and asked the girl urgently, “Did you burn yourself? Not burned, right?”
The girl obviously did not expect him to have the heart to care for himself, just now the fierce and vicious even instantly swept away.
In this delay, the heavy fog on the street rolled and rolled, surrounded the milk tea store aggressively.
The little girl who made milk tea for Chunyang Song just now came out of the counter and took off her apron.
From just now, she was red-eyed and in a trance, Chunyang Song thought she was out of love and did not dare to ask more questions.
However, her next words left Chunyang Song in a state of confusion.
She said, “…… It’s too late to leave if you want to.”
As soon as the words fell, Chunyang Song suddenly changed color.
He had inspiration, so he could clearly feel that there were countless walking monstrous things in the white fog that was steeply born outside the milk tea store.
Those who had numb eyes just now slowly gathered at the milk tea table.
The only one who paid attention to Chunyang Song was the girl who threw milk tea on him and tried to kick him out of the store.
She explained to him exactly what he had met.
In short, he broke into a master system that feeds on fear energy.
The main system will open the doorway of the other dimension at a specific time and a specific place, pulling the pre-designated missionaries into it.
In this space, some horrible paranormal events will happen.
The missionaries must arrive at a specific location within a specified time, such as the milk tea store where they are now, wait for the signal to start the mission, and must live in the other dimension for a specified period of time before being allowed to leave.
As soon as the time is up, the system that will seize enough fear energy will automatically let them out of the space and return to the real world.
And no matter how long passes in the other dimension, in reality it is only a short moment.
Chunyang Song is aware of the existence of ghosts and gods, so he quickly accepted the situation and struggled to control his knocking teeth: “If you die in the other dimension ……”
The girl said softly, “Then in reality, your existence will also be erased. No one will remember who you are anymore.”
Chunyang Song had tears in her eyes.
The girl reassured him, “I am on my third mission. As long as I complete it ten times, I will be able to end this one-sided contract. These contents should have been informed to you by your system, but I thought about it and it’s better to tell you in advance.”
“System?”
“Responsible for giving tasks, recording the number of tasks, informing the time left for the task, giving the key information to live as the survival time increases …… We often have misadventures here, the newcomer’s first task is just a trial, only if you succeed in surviving to the end will you have a personal system automatically with you bound.”
Chunyang Song looks around tearfully.
When Chunyang Song barged in and sat down earlier, no one was willing to remind Chunyang Song of what he was about to face.
One, because they have tried many times to tell the truth and no one has ever believed them, and two, because almost everyone is thinking badly that they can pull one in.
Chunyang Song withdrew his gaze and his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, “What is this mission ……?”
The girl replied, “Hide-and-seek.”
