Weird Gacha Machine

Song Qingqiao came out of the shower feeling refreshed. Seeing Yin Mu and Song Xiangyi taking sushi for dinner, Mr. Yin's face turned red because of how much he drank.

"Come, come, you accompany him, it's time for me to take a bath." Song Xiangyi greeted.

"Brother Qiao!" Yin Mu looked at Song Qingqiao who was sitting next to him, a little annoyed, "Are you angry?"

"What kind of anger?" Song Qingqiao asked back.

"Your brother said that you beat Lu Hengliang into a pig's head because of this incident."

"That's because he owes a beating." Song Qingqiao touched Yin Mu's drooping head, "You don't owe a beating, you are the best President Yin in the whole world."

Yin Mu raised his face in foolish joy, what could be happier than being praised by his sweetheart.

"Then you are the second best Joe in the world."

Song Qingqiao clicked his tongue: "You are the second best, am I ranked first?"

Yin Mu replied without thinking, "Success!"

As soon as Song Qingqiao was coaxed by Yin Mu, Xu Huang's overseas phone call came.

"Brother Qiao!" Xu Huang was in a hurry, "Boss Yin is all right?"

"What can he do?"

Xu Huang breathed a sigh of relief: "He just came to me, I thought you two had a conflict."

Song Qingqiao glanced at Yin Mu who was immersed in the wine pool: "No, the phone bill is expensive, hang up."

"Don't, don't, don't! I'm relieved only if you let Mr. Yin answer the phone."

After all, he has known Xu Huang for 18 years, so he is not as good as a college classmate.

"Hey, who is it?" Yin Mu asked.

"Boss Yin, what are you doing?"

"I'm drinking with Qiao Ge and Qiao Ge and his brother, who are you?"

I was dying of laughter, Xu Huang might not know where to hide and cry.

"I'm Xu Huang."

"Oh, Brother Huang, I haven't seen you for so long that I don't recognize you."

"Okay, did you hear, Boss Yin is doing well, so he died." Song Qingqiao really still found Yin Mu interesting and interesting.

"Brother Qiao, why don't you drink?"

"Okay, stop drinking and go to sleep."

Yin Mu didn't dare to refuse, and reluctantly let go of the wine glass: "I haven't taken a shower yet."

"Let's wash it tomorrow morning, it's not dirty anyway."

Song Qingqiao stood up, and Yin Mu was still lying on the ground. They looked at each other for a while, and Yin Mu said something, and his legs went numb.

Song Qingqiao stretched out her hand and pulled him up.

"It's so numb, like being pricked by a needle." Yin Mu held Song Qingqiao's hand as delicately as a little girl's, "Brother Qiao, your hands are so slippery."

"Chop it off and give it to you?"

"It's absolutely impossible, my lord, these hands are world-shocking talents, I dare not take them."

"Then let me touch you."

Late at night was noisier than usual, and the wind hummed through the tightly closed windows throughout the house.Song Qingqiao naturally couldn't fall asleep.

When he left the room, he saw Song Xiangyi also sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette by himself.

"Who told you to smoke?" Song Qingqiao went over and snatched the cigarette from his hand, and stifled it out.

"I can't smoke what I bought?" Song Xiang was not annoyed, but just argued with him.

"What did you say to him today?"

"When did you ask? We talked a lot today."

"During my bath."

"Then since you haven't heard, why should I tell you?" Song Xiangyi fiddled with the lighter, completely indifferent.

"Success, I don't want to know too much."

"Brother, you are just too hypocritical. You were used to hypocrisy in front of your parents when you were young, and you have to be hypocritical with me when you grow up."

"Then aren't you very energetic? You have lived in vain for so many years, and you dare not go back after running away."

It has been the fourth year since I studied for a Ph.D.

"Let's not talk about the past, we have to live in the present." Song Xiang patted the seat next to him and motioned him to sit down, "Is your mother better?"

"That's it, it's not good."

"how about you?"

"I'm not like that."

"I don't think so. I think you dare to make new friends now."

Song Qingqiao was stunned: "He is brother Huang's friend."

"Then what do you think?"

"I'm not qualified to be his friend."

Only normal people are eligible to have friends.

Now Prime Minister Song was stunned, and sighed inaudibly: "Why does it have to be so clearly divided? Just like Lu Mao Xiaohuang?"

"Different."

"Hey, stubborn."

If you really talk about stubbornness, who can say who?

"Where can I take a hot spring?" Song Qingqiao wanted to end this topic, so he found something else to talk about.

"Recently, Kobe. Fireworks will be set off there throughout October night." Song Xiangyi raised his head, "Find a better hotel with private soup."

"Understood." Song Qingqiao felt a little sleepy, got up and went back to the room.

Yin Mu sleeps very honestly, he basically sleeps in whatever position he wakes up when he wakes up, his mouth is tightly closed, he doesn't snore, even when he's drunk.

Song Qingqiao stared at him for a moment, then lay down on her bed again.

"Brother Qiao." Yin Mu spoke, but it felt like he was talking in sleep.

"Come and sleep together?"

"I feel a little cold."

It's a lie, Yin Mu woke up when Song Qingqiao went out, but he was very dazed, half asleep and half awake when Song Qingqiao came back, he knew he couldn't fall asleep.So I asked him to sleep together, I had no other thoughts, and it wasn't because of the cold, I just hoped that Song Qingqiao could sleep well.

Song Qingqiao was extremely obedient in this kind of matter, and went to Yin Mu's bed lightly.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked.

"It's just too windy." Yin Mu turned his back on him, "Good night, Brother Qiao."

"Good night."

Many things are too extravagant, just like what I thought before, as long as it is now, it will be fine.Yin Mu understood, he always thought that his desires were very low, there was nothing he had to do, and there was no one he had to ask for. To put it bluntly, isn't falling in love a matter of seeking a sense of security from another person?He doesn't need anything, he's self-sufficient.Therefore, what he is willing to give to Song Qingqiao is something that does not expect anything in return. If it happens to make him feel better, then it is not in vain.

When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I saw was Brother Qiao's handsome face, so it wasn't a disadvantage.

On a typhoon day, Song Qingqiao woke up early in the morning with her mobile phone in her hand and never put it down for a moment.Song Xiangyi was very self-conscious, he entered the kitchen and never came out again.What should Yin Mu do?

"Brother Joe, it's boring."

"Brother Qiao has something to do now, so you can play alone for a while."

"What are you doing?"

"secret."

Hey, brat kid.

Yin Mu walked to the window by himself, and opened the curtain a crack with his fingers, wow, it's incredible, it is indeed a typhoon of category ten.Look at that tree, it is as fragile as Song Qingqiao, and it still stands firm in the strong wind.Who forgot to collect the clothes, beige sweater.

Very interesting, Typhoon.What if you go out now?Will it be blown to the sky?Wouldn't it be possible to fly?

Yin Mu promised to stand in the corridor and experience it.Song Qingqiao went to look for Song Xiangyi in the kitchen at some point, the two of them seemed to be on the phone, anyway, they were babbling Japanese, so they didn't know what they were talking about.

Yin Mu put on the sweater, shoes, and finally his little blue raincoat, and went out quietly.As soon as I came out, I could clearly feel the power of the wind, and it still hurt a little when it was blown on my face.The entire circular building now looks like a wind dryer, like a drum washing machine.Standing at the door, Yin Mu was struggling to walk. It seemed difficult to walk to the entrance of the corridor. The gravity of the earth had to work hard to hold his small body.

Song Qingqiao got his "secret" done, came out to take a look, hey, why did the people in the living room disappear?

"Boss Yin." He called out, but no one answered.

Oops, I have a bad feeling.Song Qingqiao saw Yin Mu's slippers placed at the entrance, and Xiaolan who was hanging with his little yellow raincoat was gone.

When Yin Mu clung to the handrail of the stairs and successfully descended to the first floor, the wind came even more unscrupulously, and there were violent windshield wipers slapping his face.Fresh, so fresh.

"Yin Mu!" Song Qingqiao finally saw a familiar figure on the third floor, he was pulling on his slippers, and a thin sweater was blown by the wind.

"Brother Joe!"

"Come back quickly!" The roaring voice spread around the wind to Yin Mu's side.

Yin Mule, why is Brother Qiao's yelling voice so sweet?

"Go back later!"

"Come back now!"

Yin Mu stopped replying and walked forward on his own, feeling that the gravity of the earth was about to overwhelm him.Song Qingqiao had no choice but to go downstairs quickly. This person was probably crazy, so he kept walking outside.

Song Qingqiao wanted to jump directly from the third floor, but he was not sure if he could land on both feet, so he gave up.

"Don't die!?" He rushed to Yin Mu's side and held him tightly.

Yes, don't die.

"I just want to try to see if I can be blown up." Yin Mu's face was almost stiffened by the blow, and he said silly, "Brother Qiao, your clothes are going to get wet."

Song Qingqiao didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I just stood in the corridor to experience it, and I didn't go anywhere."

Because of this matter, Song Qingqiao ignored Yin Mu for a whole day.

"What's the matter?" Song Xiang asked Yin Mu quietly with great insight, and now Song Qingqiao's state was short of holding up a sign of "don't let strangers in".

"I seem to have pissed Brother Qiao off."

"Then you are very good."

That's right, whenever he, Song Qingqiao, gets angry with someone, when he is most angry, he just throws his phone down from the 18th floor.

"But I don't know why he is angry." Yin Mu hugged the square pillow, aggrieved, "I dare not ask."

"It's okay, it will be fine soon." Song Xiang comforted.

"But he hasn't talked all day." It's not that Yin Mu didn't want to talk to Song Qingqiao, but he was afraid that his hot face would stick to his cold ass, so he wanted to wait for Song Qingqiao to calm down before going. Unlike what Song Xiangyi said, it will be fine soon.

"Then you go and talk to him, in case you just need a step down."

Yin Mu walked slowly to the sofa where Song Qingqiao was lying, sat on the floor, and called out in the most coquettish tone in his life: "Brother Qiao."

Song Qingqiao was playing with her mobile phone without glancing at it from the corner of her eye.

"Brother Qiao." He called again.

Sure enough, it's a boring gourd.

"Where are you unhappy, tell me."

"No." Song Qingqiao squeezed two words between her lips.

He also said no, with a straight face, the thief is scary.

"I'll tell you something." Yin Mu tried to put his head on his lap, but he didn't move, so he let him put it, "When you are unhappy, you can tell at a glance."

"Oh?" Song Qingqiao raised his eyebrows, and finally turned his attention to Yin Mu, "Then you have to talk about it, I will let you play alone for a while, and you will play in the typhoon for me?"

"I didn't even say hello, I ran out by myself, and I couldn't even call back?"

"I still want to be blown up, you want to go to the sky?"

Song Qingqiao made a long conversation with a soft voice, Yin Mu smiled and said, Brother Qiao is really not suitable for losing his temper.

"I see." It was the first time he was trained like this.

Song Qingqiao, have you noticed that you are worried, have you ever worried about others?Like when your mother was sick, you stood by her side and held her hand tightly, like when your elder brother started smoking on his own initiative, you decisively put out the cigarette butt for him, like when a friend who accompanied you since childhood was drunk and cried, you hurriedly handed him a tissue and patted him back.Congratulations, you have finally grown up, and you are finally willing to take a step outside your own world.

When you say that you are not qualified to be his friend, another meaning in your words is that you think you are not qualified to make friends.But that's just what you think, isn't it?Before you realize it, you have already broken the barrier and stretched out your hand to hold that person, so tightly that you are worried about what to do if he does not want to, you are worried that if he is dragged in by you What to do, but you are worried about what to do if he leaves.You have decided to let him be a member of your future journey, you can share your joys and sorrows with each other, and you can share with each other thousands of people in the past.Sometimes, there are people you can rely on.That's why we make friends.

"Brother Qiao, is it good to know me?" Yin Mu asked, he wanted to hear an answer.

"It's very good, especially if you are very good at doing stupid things." For example, in a small earthquake, you have to risk your life to save others. For example, in a big typhoon, you have to go out and play to see if you can fly.

It's so stupid that ordinary people can't compare it.

In the evening, Song Xiangyi said that the typhoon had almost passed, and he was about to leave after dinner.

Before leaving, he dragged Yin Mu to have a sneaky chat for a while.

Song Qingqiao was not interested in knowing what the two of them said, it was nothing more than words slandering him.

"Boss Yin, let's go to Kobe tomorrow."

"Huh? I didn't do a strategy."

"It's okay, just follow me."

Hehe, as smart as Yin Mu, I didn't expect to rely on Brother Qiao one day.

The author has something to say:

Song Xiangyi: My brain hurts.

Children must not play in the typhoon!Do you hear me?