Weird Gacha Machine

The two of them still huddled together at night, and Yin Mu felt that today could be listed as a memorable day in his life. He and Song Qingqiao became friends, not unilaterally, but because they both recognized each other.Being one of a person's few friends is quite a rewarding thing.

"Have you been wearing perfume?" Yin Mu came to his senses, the familiar sandalwood scent.

"Ah."

"What are you doing wearing perfume while sleeping?" Sao broke his leg.

"Make your whole dream smell delicious." Song Qingqiao smiled shamelessly.

Song Qingqiao's taste in choosing perfumes is the same as his clothes. To use a popular description, it is frigid.

"Which one?" Yin Mu didn't know much about perfumes, and he never wore them, but Song Qingqiao liked them.

"Adixian, the road to Hades."

Like it was tailor-made for him.

"It smells like a young monk who has just left customs." Inexplicably, he thought of the thick incense.

So before going to bed, don't say what you have or what you don't have.Then Yin Mu really went to the temple in a dream, a dilapidated small temple, not many pilgrims, there was a young monk in the temple who was being shaved, his green hair fell to the ground in strands, with piety and indifference.

Hold!Yin Mu woke up startled.

"Brother Qiao! You can't become a monk!" He shouted, shaking Song Qingqiao awake.

"Who wants to become a monk?" Song Qingqiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"No! I absolutely disagree!" Yin Mu stared straight at him with firm eyes.

Song Qingqiao tried her best to suppress a smile: "Okay, let's not go out."

"It's fine if you don't come out, what will I do if you get out?" Yin Mu murmured in a low voice.

"What do you mean?"

"If you go out, I will go out with you!"

It's funny, are you talking in your sleep or are you awake?

"Wow, I'm so moved that I'm about to cry, Mr. Yin, you love me too much." Song Qingqiao touched his head, obviously he was two years older than himself, so he had to coax him.

Yin Mu said dumbly, "Yes, I love you too much."

You just happened to pass by me, and it is beyond the limit to decide to wander with you privately, and even more vainly want you to stay.

Yin Mu fell asleep again, leaving a lot of questions for Song Qingqiao, whoever wanted to.

When Yin Mu woke up the next day, there was a missed call on his phone.Mr. Yuan called at five past seven in the morning, and it was his mother.

This overseas call was never answered, and it was even more unreasonable not to return it.So Yin Mu could only open a WeChat chat window that he had never opened before, and made a video call.

Mr. Yuan picked it up quickly, and it seemed that he was in the office.

"Where are you?" she asked as soon as she came up.

"……at home."

"Rental room?"

"Ah."

"I'll go to City B tomorrow."

"No need." Aren't you very busy! ?

"Accompany your dad to run some errands, and just come out for dinner."

Is it too late to buy a plane ticket now? ?

"Actually... I'm in Japan." Yin Mu confessed.

"You won't tell the truth if you don't force me." Mr. Yuan has a serious face, and the word "non-angry and self-aggrandizing" really suits her, "How long will you be back?"

"Maybe number 13."

"Let me know in advance, your dad and I have time to come out."

"it is good."

No matter how old Yin Mu is, he never dares to take it lightly when talking to his parents.

Song Qingqiao came over with a toothbrush in his mouth, and asked inarticulately, "Who is it?"

"My mother, let me go back."

Song Qingqiao didn't ask any more questions, and urged Yin Mu to get up quickly, because if he was late, he would not be able to catch the Shinkansen.

The two dragged their suitcases and got on the train to Kobe, which took more than three hours.

After one night, it was difficult for Japan to find any traces of the typhoon passing through the border. Should it be said that they got used to it and cleaned up neatly, or did they act neatly in the first place?

Song Qingqiao was restless sitting in her seat, taking photos everywhere with a camera, quite like a traveling photographer.

Yin Mu propped his chin and looked at the scenery outside the window. He knew that he had been in the mirror countless times, but he didn't bother to care about it. Song Qingqiao could do whatever he liked.

The old lady sitting opposite had gray hair, holding a steaming thermos cup and smiling slightly.It was Song Qingqiao who helped her put her luggage on the shelf just now.

Song Qingqiao took the camera and stretched it out to share with the old grandma, not even showing it to Yin Mu, but now showing it to an old grandma who happened to meet.

Really angry.

After seeing it, the old lady covered her mouth and asked something, which stunned Song Qingqiao. Song Qingqiao, who was originally grinning, restrained herself, and then denied it.

Yin Mu can understand this common phrase.

"Say what?" Yin Mu asked.

"I didn't understand."

Just pretend you don't understand Japanese at this time, because you just said it so sloppily.

"fine."

He held his breath until he got off the bus, and when he arrived at the station, the grandmother gave Song Qingqiao a jar of candied fruit.That is to say, Brother Qiao's face suits all ages?

"Boss Yin, open your mouth." Song Qingqiao took a piece of candied fruit to feed him, luckily she still had a conscience.

Yin Mu opened his mouth obediently, feeling that the candied fruit had been put into his mouth, and once he bit it down, it was empty again.

"Your mother and I won't eat!"

"Hey, don't, don't." Song Qingqiao pulled him back and stuffed the candied fruit into his mouth, "I didn't want to see you unhappy to make you happy."

"Get out of the way and let me go."

"Then can you find your way?"

Really annoying.

In the end, I still had to follow Song Qingqiao. Seeing this dog happy in front of me, I wanted to kick him in the ass and throw him a shit.

After arriving at Kobe Station, the two took the bus to Arima and sat for another hour.

"What is the purpose of our car ride for so long?" Yin Mu asked drowsily.

"For the hot spring."

"spa!"

"Arima Hot Spring is very famous." Song Qingqiao looked at his excited face, "Are you happy?"

"It's okay, for the sake of the hot spring."

The hotel Song Qingqiao booked was at the top of this hot spring line, so she had to climb the mountain.The two walked up the mountain along the road, and walked for about 10 minutes. Along the way, they could see other hotels on the mountainside, and some small Japanese-style buildings were lined up together.

"Like the town in your name." Yin Mu sighed.

"my name?"

……

"It's here, it's here."

"It looks very expensive." The grass-green building has six or seven floors and is stepped.

"It's not that expensive. It's only [-] for a double room with mountain view plus half board in the off-season."

"Two thousand! Brother Qiao, are you crazy?!" After taking the Shinkansen for more than three hours and the bus for an hour, I enjoyed the hot spring at 2000 yuan a night.

"Thousands of money can't buy you, Mr. Yin, you are happy."

How can he be able to make Song Qingqiao spend money like dirt.

After completing the check-in procedures, Song Qingqiao said that the reserved private soup time is the last time slot in the evening, which is from twelve o'clock to one o'clock.

Yin Mu was very puzzled and asked him why he made the appointment so late, he said, it is easy to do things in the dead of night.

……

"Wow, this is so fucking comfortable!" Yin Mu sighed after entering the room.

The whole room is in an authentic Japanese style, with wooden floors, wooden low tables, embroidered cushions, sliding cabinet doors, and a whole wall of windows. The tone makes people feel leisurely and relaxed.

"Do you like it?" Song Qingqiao pushed the two suitcases to the corner and put them away, and called the hotel staff to make the bed.

Even the bed is a mattress, with a thin layer of Japanese tatami mats on the floor.

"I like it very much." Yin Mu is sincere to Song Qingqiao.

"Take a break and have dinner at six."

Yin Mu paralyzed on the bed and didn't want to get up. He had to cherish this long-lost feeling of laziness.

"Brother Qiao, if I were to be a woman, I would have to marry you even if I worked hard." The subjunctive tone, there was no such possibility from the beginning.

"All you like is my money." Song Qingqiao echoed him.

"No, there's still your face." Yin Mu smiled, thinking, yes, what exactly do I like about him?Is it that face, the face can't be eaten or even not eaten, he is not that kind of superficial person.what is that?Can't figure it out.

"It's so sad. Sure enough, you people have a purpose in approaching me." Song Qingqiao has played a lot, and now she looks like a prosperous white lotus who is ignorant of the world.

"You discovered all of this, but it's too late for you to regret it now! Hahahaha!" Yin Mu laughed out loud, comfortable, fucking comfortable.

Song Qingqiao stopped talking, Yin Mu stopped talking and looked at him, and he was lying on Yin Mu's left hand, staring at the ceiling expressionlessly.

"What do you think?"

"When I was lying down before, my chest felt very heavy, as if someone was pressing down on me, and I was almost out of breath." Song Qingqiao said softly and slowly, "So I haven't had a chest for a long time. Lie down."

"What about now?" Yin Mu leaned closer to him.

"Now, I suddenly find that the air is much smoother. Why?"

Yin Mu took the courage to hold Song Qingqiao's hand. It was still as cold as before, but it didn't feel so cold anymore: "Because you're getting better, idiot."

Song Qingqiao understands that everyone who appears in your life has his reason, just like Yin Mu appearing in his life, maybe he is an angel sent by God to heal him.Occasionally, in a trance, he could see a thin layer of light emanating from Yin Mu's body. In layman's terms, it was the halo of an angel. He gave such a definition.When you're with him, you just need to think about how to be happier. Even if he, Song Qingqiao, shows some bad deeds, Yin Mu doesn't care. He agrees to make both of them happier.How should Yin Mu be defined?

Yin Mu's hand was very warm, as if it could melt even solid ice.

"Then are you serious about what you said?" Song Qingqiao asked.

"Too much to say, which one did you ask?"

"When you meet me, you can no longer be No.1 forever." In order to prove this sentence, Song Qingqiao even confirmed it again when Yin Mu was drunk.

"You are second best, am I ranked first?"

"to make!"

On Brother Huang's birthday last year, he was very unhappy because a college classmate named Yin Mu rejected his invitation.

That was the first time they heard the name Yin Mu in their small group, and only then did they realize that Brother Huang had been rejected for the second time.That night Xu Huang drank a lot and talked a lot.

He said, I have to tell you about Yin Mu, everyone in school is willing to be my friend, but he wants to be different from others, he is arrogant, I ask him to go to Michelin every day Who has this treatment when eating? !It's just that she looks good and her grades are better, so she's hanging in the sky and can't get down? !In his heart, I, Xu Huang, are just like a fucking fool, sticking to his ass and turning around, right?Brother Qiao, let me tell you, one day I have to introduce him to you guys, and see how domineering I am the best in the world.

Brother Huang is also used to being abused, the sharper the stabs at him, the more he likes to stab them upwards, otherwise Yin Mu and Yin Mu would not be able to make it this far.

So after seeing Yin Mu, I really felt a sense of isolation, and I could really see Lao Tzu's self-confidence as the number one in the world from his face.

Xu Huang is just a scourge on earth who pretends to be ignorant.

Besides, Song Qingqiao was drunk at the time, but not to the point of fragmentation. Yin Mu remembered everything he said and did in his mind.

Especially the sentence, when I met you, I can no longer be No.1 forever.He knew that Yin Mu had moved Fanxin, if he told Brother Huang, Brother Huang might really hit a big wall.

Then let me say, Brother Qiao, you are the most fucking awesome.

Yin Mu's brain shut down with a "buzz", and his current situation is that he thought he had protected those small thoughts well, but in fact they had been exposed long ago.

He unconsciously let go of the hand holding Song Qingqiao, and now he was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it.

But Song Qingqiao didn't intend to let him slip away, instead she held his hand and asked again: "Is this really the case?"

The author has something to say:

Boss Xiao Yin from the previous chapter: Brother Qiao is a fairy, Brother Qiao has no flaws, Brother Qiao is the most perfect in the world.

Boss Xiao Yin in this chapter: Broken leg.

There was one more work yesterday _(:_」∠)_ happy