Chapter 13: Handicap, Disability, Home Life.

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

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

As far as he knew, Cheng Jian had a habit of playing games with Cheng Yuan.

The young Mr. President only played Plane Wars, so almost all the records of Plane Wars in this console were left by the two brothers.

Cheng Jian If he can spare some time, it is likely that he will come to him to spar to help him reduce pressure.

Although it is said that emotions affect the feel of the hand, Chi Xiaochi's handicap is clearly beyond the scope of emotional influence.

After playing for an hour, Chi Xiaochi's score was still hovering behind 50th place, and he couldn't even make it to the leaderboards, with the special effects of exploding small airplanes flashing in front of his eyes.

With a shake of the handle, he complained to 061, "Eyes hurt."

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

Soon, Chi Xiaochi's voice rang out in her ears: "For the revolution, to protect eyesight and prevent myopia, eye exercises, begin."

Chi Xiaochi: "......" You can rest now.

061 said, "I know you want to get used to life at Cheng Yuan as soon as possible, but it doesn't have to be this hard."

Chi Xiaochi was defiant: "I was great at playing games when I was a kid."

061: "...... well well well, awesome."

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

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

061's concurrence is the equivalent of Chi Xiaochi laying down the steps and a red carpet along with them.

But that made Chi Xiaochi feel a little less interesting.

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

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

Chi Xiaochi: "......"

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

The second old man was already waiting downstairs.

He stood on the stairs and called to Cheng Ma at the dining room table, "Mom." And turning to Cheng's dad, "Dad."

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

Cheng Ma's nose turned sour and she turned her face away.

Cheng Dad gestured toward the chair Cheng Yuan was used to sitting in, "...... Sit down."

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

Cheng Yuan eyes shining, Deng Deng a few steps across the numbness to receive, just put the fish fillets on the table to stabilize a piece of fish with a spoon, stuffed into the mouth, hot hush straight spit.

Cheng Jian turned out from the kitchen, "No one is stealing from you! How many years has it been since you ate meat?"

Cheng Ma was again distressed, "It's okay, don't be anxious, sit down and eat slowly."

The fish was cooked just right and melted in your mouth.

Cheng Yuan smacked his lips and was satisfied, "I'll have to take Auntie Chen with me wherever I go from now on."

Auntie Chen laughed: "Good, when Xiao Yuan makes a good living, she'll go with her wherever she goes."

That's a true statement.

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

Before she died, her mind was not clear, but she was still chanting, "I'll go to Xiao Yuan. I'll make pickled fish for Xiao Yuan. He hasn't had it for years."

Cheng Yuan pulled the cuffs of his cotton pajamas up two times, "Aunt Chen made me fish, as a courtesy, I'll make two dishes for Aunt Chen to go as well."

Aunt Chen hurriedly went to pull him, "Aiyo Ancestor! Thinking out of the box! The other dishes will be ready soon, sit properly, get all smelly and have to wash again!"

Cheng Yuan turned around to ask for help, "Brother."

Cheng Jian felt his mouth water when he thought of Cheng Yuan's craftsmanship.

Since the last time Cheng Yuan brought him food, he always felt that the food in the company cafeteria didn't taste right when he ate it again.

He waved his hand, "Go ahead. There are chicken nuggets and a bit of matsutake mushrooms in the kitchen, help yourself."

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

Aunt Chen was a bit worried, "Don't burn the pot."

A few minutes later, Cheng Yuan brings the food to the table.

He choked the chicken with chili peppers to a tender golden brown, served it on a large deep-bellied platter, and poured the collected broth over it; and butter roasted the matsutake mushrooms to a juicy perfection, sliced them beautifully into umbrellas, and chewed them to a fatty texture, as if they had been eaten as meat, and then added a dish of sauteed oleaginous greens to heat up the table.

Cheng Ma and Aunt Chen both looked stunned.

Cheng Yuan wiped his hands on his apron and said to his dad, "Dad, try some."

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

Firstly, everyone's skills are different, and the taste of their dishes vary, so Yang Baihua will inevitably be suspicious once he realizes that the dishes taste different from the previous ones.

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

As the family sits at the steaming table, Cheng Jian and Cheng Dad discuss a recent company account, Cheng Mom is concerned about Cheng Yuan's interview process, and Auntie Chen can't stop serving Cheng Yuan food, fearing that he won't get enough to eat.

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

At the end of the meal, there is almost no food left on the table, Cheng Jian also dipped steamed buns into the soup and ate them, somewhat unfulfilled.

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

As soon as he returned to his room to pick up the game console, Cheng Jian knocked on the door.

Cheng Jian did not come here to play games, but seeing the game interface on the TV that he did not have time to turn off, he inevitably had an itch and proposed, "Let's play a game."

Chi Xiaochi: "Yeah."

Chi Xiaochi is as steady as an old dog on the outside as he is panicky on the inside.

He mentally lamented to 061, "...... It's over."

061 said, "No panic."

Chi Xiaochi ignored 061's reassurances and began quietly making up excuses.

...... Loss of love has made me bleak, and heart disease has made me late stage handicapped.

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

Chi Xiaochi: "?"

Soon a warm, dry sensation covered Chi Xiaochi's hands, as if they were being held by a pair of hands, but nothing could be seen with the naked eye.

Chi Xiaochi shivered and barely held the handle steady.

The owner of those hands was very good at soothing, gently squeezing Chi Xiaochi's palms on the tiger's mouth, gathering his slightly trembling hands in his palms, his voice as gentle as water, "It's okay, leave it to me."

061 When he says give it to him, he means give it to him completely and utterly.

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

Those hands were so fast that Chi Xiaochi felt that his own hands were almost flashing out shadows under his traction, and the small airplane maneuvered by 061 was moving rapidly in 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 from the explosions faded into a puddle of colorful paint in Chi Xiaochi's eyes.

Chi Xiaochi expression as usual, but the palms of his hands have begun to chill and sweat, and the heart of his hand held by 061 is like an ant nest exploding, itchy and uncomfortable.

In one round, Chi Xiaochi easily broke the record.

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

Cheng Jian, a strong character, was just about to say that he would roll over and come back, when he turned his head and saw Cheng Yuan sweating, he was startled and reached out to stroke his forehead, "What's going on?"

Chi Xiaochi ducked back and whispered, "Maybe I ate a little too much and my stomach isn't feeling well."

Cheng Jian immediately forgot about the game, "Look at this point in your life. I'll go get you some medicine."

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

Cheng Jian is still uneasy, help him to the bed, said to get him some tablets, and then turned around and pushed the door away.

Figuring that Cheng Jian had already arrived downstairs by now, Chi Xiaochi got up and rushed into the toilet to vomit violently.

061 voice changed, "Mr. Ikki ......?"

Chi Xiaochi simply couldn't free her mouth to answer him, puking so hard her face turned white and her stomach turned over like a glove that had been pulled to the opposite side, jerking and twitching in spasms.

When she was able to catch her breath, Chi Xiaochi's first words were to express her regret: "...... It's so hard to eat, I threw up all of it."

061 is a bit of a handful.

In fact, he didn't even need to get his hands dirty to help Chi Xiaochi pinch hit.

By hacking into the game system with a virus, he can give Chi Xiaochi a million high score even if Chi Xiaochi plays with his toes.

But he wanted to experiment.

It turns out he was right, Chi Xiaochi has physical contact disorder, but 061 didn't think it would be this severe.

No wonder Chi Xiaochi has been acting like Sun Erniang of Cross Slope these past few days, moving to numb Yang Baihua over, even going so far as to use up his goodwill value.

After throwing up, Chi Xiaochi rinsed her mouth with water and leaned back against the sink.

061 apologized, "I'm sorry."

Chi Xiaochi wiped her mouth, "It's fine, I see that there's still some glutinous rice flour and rice wine in the kitchen, so I'll go back in the middle of the night and make myself an extra meal, a small round dumpling stuffed with wine."

Sparing him the knowledge that Chi Xiaochi was not feeling well at the moment, 061 still sniffed a little, "It's not that. ...... What's going on with you?"

Puking until you get stomach cramps just from touching hands is clearly a psychological problem.

Chi Xiaochi downplayed it, "Old habits."

061 asked, "It's inevitable that you'll have physical contact with other people when you're walking around shooting a movie, right?" Not to mention the kissing bed scene category.

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

061: "......"

Chi Xiaochi is proud of herself: "I got used to it when I threw up."

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

Chi Xiaochi looks up at Cheng Yuan in the mirror with a thin layer of mist in his eyes, which is particularly painful, but Chi Xiaochi's expression of not caring about anything has diluted this pitiful cuteness quite a bit.

He walked out of the restroom, didn't find any cigarettes, so he touched a box of chocolate pocky out, took a piece of it and held it in his mouth, "Teacher Six Six, in addition to reading to me, is also responsible for psychological counseling ah."

...... That's a reluctance to talk about it.

061 sighed, "Sorry. I'll try to pick some world lines for you in the future that don't get too emotionally involved with the person you're raiding."

Chi Xiaochi praises from the bottom of her heart, "Rokuroku, you are so cute."

061: "......" Well well well, cute is cute.

To comfort Chi Xiaochi, 061 said, "I saved a live video of that game I just played."

Chi Xiaochi was immediately energized and shook his fist, "Quickly, quickly, send it to me."

061 thought if you send it to Cheng Jian, I can't control if you get beaten up, and then honestly packaged the video and sent it to Chi Xiaochi's cell phone and terminal optical brain in duplicate.

Chi Xiaochi is on.

The ninety or so WeChat messages and the thirty or so phone calls dialed by Yang Baihua were all ignored, and he saved the video to the annoying beeping of a drip drip drip.

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: "Huh? Do what?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "I'm going to visit Lou's grave and make this video into a CD and burn it to him, so he can see that, with Mr. Luk Luk leading me, now I'm not handicapped."

061 Lost in laughter.

Chi Xiaochi is a strange man, sensible and calculating, but with an occasional childish streak of obsession.

061 cherished this obsession.

Chi Xiaochi may be the first of a hundred worlds he's traveled through and the only one he's likely to return to in the present.

Chi Xiaochi just lives at home, eating and drinking, occasionally going on Weibo to interact with his fans, posting a little bit of his song-writing routine and little videos of himself playing and singing.

In the past, Cheng Yuan never showed his face on Weibo, which, in Chi Xiaochi's words, was as wasteful as keeping a gold mine and chewing on a nest egg.

He pooped a video of himself playing guitar up and woke up the next day with over 2,000 fans and counting.

"!!! Mommy yay bloggers are so cute!"

"Begging to be married! Or beg for women's clothes!"

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

"I used to think @Cheng Yuan relied on his talent to make a living, and now you're telling me I can actually rely on my face? [dog head] [bye]"

Chi Xiaochi 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, he's had a big queue of various queue types begging for photos under his Twitter feed.

Chi Xiaochi said to 061: "You see, many people say that there are thousands of good-looking skins, but only one interesting soul in a million. But without a good-looking skin, who wants to take the time to get to know an interesting soul."

061 thought that was a bit of a moot point.

He didn't know what Chi Xiaochi looked like when he first took him in, and it wasn't because he found him interesting that he went to 023 to search for information about him.

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

One day, Chi Xiaochi came downstairs to get some fruits and heard Cheng's mother cheerfully talking to her old sister on the phone in the living room: "Split up, split up, really split up. The young man surnamed Yang, I see that he is always bad. ...... I'm not looking down on the poor, but Cheng's father is still raising fish. But the word "match" is not something to be taken lightly. Xiao Yuan and Yang Baihua are not from the same world at all, so why do they have to get together?

Chi Xiaochi smiled.

He quietly folded back into his room, not disturbing Cheng's mom's joy that she couldn't wait to spread flowers all over the world.

But Yang Baihua didn't want to break with Cheng Yuan.

After all these years, the emotional foundation is there, not just gone.

Yang Baihua realized that he could not contact Cheng Yuan no matter what, he could only spy on Cheng Yuan's microblogs, and whenever Cheng Yuan posted a new microblog, he had to secretly like it, and at the same time, he kept sending out messages to show his goodwill, asking him if he had lost his temper.

Without Cheng Yuan to cook, without his care, without the sound of the piano and the song, Yang Baihua suddenly found that his whole life is not right, work is muddled, often a small Cheng Yuan jumped out of the wind, so that he can not concentrate, and made a lot of mistakes, and was dragged by the supervisor scolded a round.

At first, Yang Baihua was confident.

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

However, a week passed, a half month passed.

After barely 20 days, Yang Baihua could not take it anymore.

Why isn't he back yet?

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