Weird Gacha Machine

Yin Mu lay flat and looked at the ceiling, thinking about philosophy in the middle of the night.It is said that people are the most sentimental at night, so you can't make any decisions, and you may regret it when you wake up.And now only Song Qingqiao is in his head.

Brother Qiao wears glasses, not too much but not deep, and he only wears them when he goes out, and he usually doesn't wear them at home.The light eyebrows belong to a person with a good temper, which can be seen from the fact that he doesn't refuse Yin Mu's request very much.The bridge of the nose is high, the root of the mountain is convex, and there are light brown spots under the eyes, a little.The lip color is light, and only when drinking alcohol will it become slightly crimson, and the saturation of the whole face usually looks very weak.But he loves to smile, and when he is really happy, the dimples under the corners of his lips will show.

Brother Qiao's voice is very sweet, and it makes people feel happy when he speaks. This is a characteristic that is most inconsistent with him.

Then the erratic Yin Mu thought of himself again. To be honest, the skin was given by his parents. Although his father is a middle-aged man who is slightly fat, his facial features are handsome and handsome, and his hair volume is much better than his peers.My mother is a decent person, well maintained like a girl in her 30s or [-]s, but her face is heroic, reminiscent of a heroine in ancient times.So it is said that the appearance is born from the heart, and the looks of the two are very in line with their personalities.Yin Mu himself felt that he was only a little more pleasing to the eye than others, and he knew how to dress up a little bit, and he was not very handsome.

If you stand with Song Qingqiao, you can only rely on temperament to make a tie.Thinking of this, I can't help cursing, why the hell does this dog look so good-looking.

Then I thought of Song Xiangyi, and I understood, it may be that genes are not enough to match others, there are thousands of ways to be handsome, Song Xiangyi and Song Qingqiao look so similar, but they are so different.

"Boss Yin." Song Qingqiao called out in a low voice.

"Why?" Yin Mu was fuming, and did not respond very happily.

"fine."

"What's wrong, just say something."

"I just felt that someone might be thinking of me, and my nose was a little itchy."

"Maybe the little girl is thinking about how to tease you."

"In the middle of the night, I'm afraid you are thinking about how to sleep with me?"

……

"You can talk trash at a young age."

"Just kidding, after staying with Brother Huang for a long time, it is inevitable that there will be some yellow waste in my mind."

"Then how can I sleep with you? I can release the news and make money from it."

"Well, in order to make you rich, I have to talk to you." Song Qingqiao turned over and faced Yin Mu, "It's basically impossible to want to sleep with me."

"Talking the fuck is tantamount to talking in vain."

"Hey, didn't you sleep with me?"

"Who the hell has slept with you, you can explain clearly, I just slept with you, no, I just lay on the bed and did nothing."

It was so rare that the lights were not turned on in the room now, otherwise Song Qingqiao would have seen him blushing.

On the other side, Song Qingqiao laughed happily.

"Laugh fart, laugh again, let me let you experience what it's like to be slept on."

"Surrender, but it stands to reason that you can't sleep with me." Song Qingqiao barely stopped laughing, "I will sleep with you before you sleep with me."

You're fucking nervous in the middle of the night and you're just discussing who's going to sleep with whom! ?

"You fucking don't push your nose on your face, it's like who the hell really wants to sleep with you."

"Tell me that you are not happy anymore, didn't you say you want to sleep with me?"

"I'll sleep with your mother, hurry up and sleep with you."

"How does it feel to sleep with a man?"

"Aren't you finished? How does I know what it's like to sleep with a man?"

"Have you ever slept with a man other than me?"

……

"No, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, how does it feel to sleep with me?"

How the hell can it feel! ?The feeling of having a nightmare!

"How the hell do you feel!? Do you want to write a reflection?"

There was no answer.

Yin Mu had been chatting with him with his eyes closed, but when he heard nothing, he thought the guy had fallen asleep while chatting, and turned over to get ready to sleep.Who knew that Song Qingqiao got in as soon as he lifted the quilt.

"?! What the hell are you doing!" His voice was terrified.

Wait a minute, this smell of alcohol... from Song Qingqiao's body?This smell is not champagne, could it be beer! ?What Xu Huang said rang in my ears, Brother Qiao would get drunk when he drank beer.

This fucking Japanese beer looks similar to Japanese sake, in a glass bottle with a narrow mouth, when did you drink it! ?Couldn't it be the half hour after he fell asleep?

It's over, Brother Qiao is going to drink and go crazy.

Yin Mu was squeezed to the innermost side, so he could not touch Song Qingqiao by sticking to the wall. In the dark, Song Qingqiao's eyes narrowed with a smile, and he curled up to face Yin Mu.

"I'm afraid of sleeping alone." Song Qingqiao said, "The bed is too cold."

His face was just ten centimeters in front of Yin Mu, and the words he said were absolutely impossible to come out of the mouth of Song Qingqiao who was not drunk. It was a pitiful pleading.Should have found out.

"Joe...Brother Qiao, will you still remember what happened after you got drunk?"

"Huh? I don't know. I've never been drunk."

Bah, that's not what you say when you're sober.

Yin Mu's heart fluttered, and he raised his hand to stroke Song Qingqiao's green hair, and smoothed back the few strands of hair that had fallen from his forehead.

"Hey, I'll be here in the future, so don't be afraid."

The distance of ten centimeters became shorter and shorter, until the two lips met.Yin Mu supported his face with one hand, so that the angle of the kiss would not be so tricky, and found his under the bed with the other hand, it was cold and piercing through his heart, and then he held it tightly.Song Qingqiao's hand, white and thin, is the hand holding the paintbrush. At this moment, it is quietly nestled in Yin Mu's palm, trying to gain some warmth.Even his lips were cold, with the bitter taste of beer remaining on them, they were tightly closed, probably because of Yin Mu's light kiss.

He didn't know how to kiss, how to please the other party, this was the first time.Does it mean that every time I kiss in the future, I will think of the bitter taste of beer, Song Qingqiao who was drunk and said that a person's bed is too cold and he is afraid, and the feeling of being severely pinched in the heart at this moment.

Yin Mu doesn't know what to do to curb the development of the plot in the future. He used to despise all beings from above, was trapped by love, and was proud of himself.Now look at yourself, as soon as you take a step forward, you are chased by the flood beasts behind you into the swamp, which is called Song Qingqiao's swamp.I can't break free, enjoy myself, want to find him, want to spend the rest of my life together, is it terrible?

We, as long as now, isn't it all right?

What do you say?

The lips after letting go were the same as before, and even Song Qingqiao's expression was the same as before, he smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Boss Yin, you have done something incredible."

"I know."

Song Qingqiao rubbed her head against Yin Mu's chest coquettishly, and Yin Mu's throat was itchy from scratching her hair.

"I want to know, how did you feel when you met me?" Song Qingqiao asked sullenly, still using his sweet voice, like coquettishness or cheating, more of anticipation.

"Meeting you, I can no longer be No.1 forever."

It is no longer possible for me to be No.1 in my heart, because of you, I am willing to be No.2, and only because of you, I am willing to be No.2.

I don't know if Song Qingqiao understood, he just laughed tremblingly in his arms: "But I'm still sick."

Yin Mu stroked his back, stroking every inch of his protruding spine, as if smoothing each of his erect thorns, slowly but firmly.After all, it is distressed.

"The disease will always be cured, you have to believe in yourself."

That night, Song Qingqiao slept soundly, but Yin Mu couldn't sleep no matter what.

The person he likes is nestled by his side, and the hand of the person he likes is nestled in his palm, but just like he can't warm Song Qingqiao's hand overnight, he can't ask for this person.It's so obvious, isn't it?

Xu Huang said that even if he really liked Song Qingqiao, he could only persuade him to give up.A lesson learned.

Later, Yin Mu remembered that he had learned a professional term in a textbook called "sympathy", he smiled and said to Song Qingqiao, maybe I really just sympathized with you at first.Song Qingqiao disdains, Yin will never sympathize with others.

It was dawn, but it was not bright again, and the rain didn't seem to have passed. It was in stark contrast to when it came, gloomy and frowning.While Song Qingqiao was still sound asleep, Yin Mu tiptoed back to his original bed. Before leaving, his finger still lingered on his cheek for a moment, leaving a kiss on his forehead.Seems like everyone else has done it.

After lying back on his own bed, Yin Mu let out a heavy sigh of relief, which had been held in his throat all night, and now he could finally breathe out.He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he heard the "click" of the camera when he woke up.Holding the mirrorless camera, Song Qingqiao squatted down and pressed the camera button frantically at his face.

"Let's discuss something, Brother Qiao." Yin Mu quickly pulled up the quilt to cover his head, "Can't you turn on the flash for sneak shots in the future?"

Damn, the eyes are so fucking white.

"Sorry haha, the light in the room is not good."

You candidly shoot, you are justified.

"Boss Yin, when you are asleep, you feel sharp." Song Qingqiao stood up straight, holding the camera in both hands to admire her masterpiece.

What is this description?

"let me see."

"No, I can't watch it yet."

"Why!?"

"I'll show you later." Song Qingqiao smiled and put the camera back into the suitcase.

Most of the time, Yin Mu couldn't understand Song Qingqiao.

Because of the typhoon, many shops on the street were closed. Originally, they wanted to have a good meal to cheer Song Qingqiao up, but in the end, they had to buy vegetables by themselves and go home.

Yin Mu doesn't know how to cook, and he can't even make porridge well. He can turn the porridge into dry rice, and the dry rice into pot helmets.

So now when he saw Song Qingqiao wearing a pink apron and deftly turning over slices of meat on the oven, he felt unreasonably happy.Two people have to complement each other, right?One is not the other.

The sliced ​​meat sizzled when it came into contact with the hot oil, and it changed from blood red to liver-colored in the blink of an eye. The meat tightened, and when it was topped with sukiy sauce, the strong smell of sweet soy sauce permeated every corner of the room.

Song Qingqiao put the first piece of roasted beef on Yin Mu's plate, and there was a small plate beside the plate containing a raw egg, which was used to wrap the meat and eat it.

"Then I won't be polite." Although I don't have much appetite watching the handsome guy eat, but the appetite must increase after watching the handsome guy cook.

Yin Mu stuffed the hot beef into his mouth, frowning from the heat, and hurriedly gave Song Qingqiao a thumbs up.

No technical content, just delicious.

In the last three servings of meat, Yin Mu ate two and a half, and Song Qingqiao ate half.

Yin Mu forced him to eat the other half, he said, eating too much would affect his performance.

The art gallery is very close to the homestay, just a 10-minute walk.The two are like fools, wearing plastic raincoats, one bright yellow and the other sky blue, and they can't stop laughing at each other.

Song Qingqiao's painting utensils were all placed in a waterproof bag, and the heavy bag was like carrying a big bag.

"Song Qingqiao blew up the bunker." Yin Mu laughed so hard that he wanted to take his breath away.

Song Qingqiao got into trouble, and stepped heavily into the stagnant water, the water splashed half a person's height.

"Are you fucking childish!?" Yin Mu scolded.

"Childish." Song Qingqiao grinned, dimples emerged, and she was very happy.

Fuck, what happened last night flashed through Yin Mu's mind one after another, don't turn your head and stop looking at him.

It's too embarrassing. After staying with Brother Qiao for a long time, it is easy to produce yellow waste in my mind.

"Come on, don't be nervous, draw well, I'll wait for you outside." After sending it to the art museum, Yin Mu could only wait outside the venue, he instructed earnestly, just like an old mother sending her child to a competition.

"Understood." Song Qingqiao put the handbag on the ground, stepped forward to hug Yin Mu, and whispered in his ear, "You can't go back by yourself."

The game lasted two hours, and there were few pedestrians outside during the typhoon. Because of Song Qingqiao's willful "warning", Yin Mu didn't dare to go anywhere.If you hand in the papers ahead of time... No, you'd be disappointed if you didn't see anyone else if you completed the work ahead of time?Although thinking about Brother Qiao, he didn't seem like someone who would be disappointed by such a thing, but Yin Mu still chose to wait here.

He simply found a secluded place and sat under the eaves to smoke a cigarette. The rain was so heavy that it was annoying whether it was big or small.I sent Song Qingqiao a message to say that I was behind the art gallery, and told him to come over, and then watched the video.

After smoking the sixth cigarette and seeing the eighth funny video, Song Qingqiao swayed over.

Crying face.

"Damn it?" Yin Mu turned off the phone and stood up, his legs numb for a while.

Song Qingqiao shook her head and said nothing.

"It's okay, there will be another time, don't be discouraged." Yin Mu really can't do comforting people.

"No." Song Qingqiao wrapped up the raincoat, "I think I'm too good, what should I do?"

……

"Can you show some face? I fucking thought you were going to be devastated." Like some students who cried until they left the exam room after the college entrance examination.

The author has something to say:

The first kiss sprinkles flowers~~~!

Xiao Yin is always a Libra. In my impression, Libras are actually quite flirtatious (hehe

Hey, Mr. Yin, you still have a long way to go =)