Weird Gacha Machine

"Let go." Yin Mu said coldly.

Song Qingqiao didn't let go.

"You already know everything the fuck, and you're still teasing me here, right?" Yin Mu sat up.

Song Qingqiao also sat up.

"You're full of flirty words all day long, how does it feel to see my reaction?"

"Don't pretend to be dumb." Yin Mu was so angry that his voice began to tremble.

Song Qingqiao held his hand tightly: "Then tell me, which sentence I told you was a lie?"

"Then how the hell do I know."

"I just want to ask you whether it's true or not." Song Qingqiao's eyes were breathtaking, and he wasn't smiling this time. "Even though so many things have happened, I'm not sure."

He didn't doubt Yin Mu, he just doubted himself.I suspect again and again that I will be wrong.

"It's true, I wish I could take you home and hide it immediately." Let nothing in the world hurt you at all, just accept my irrigation.

But, so what?What difference does it make to you, Song Qingqiao, whether it is true or not?

"Okay, let's go eat, I'm hungry." Yin Mu took the opportunity to pull out his hand, got up and left.

The dining room is private, and each room is equipped with one, with a square table and two cushions inside.

The 2000 yuan dinner turned out to be kaiseki cuisine.There are ten dishes marked on the menu, and the first one served will have seven appetizers.

Yin Mu tasted a little of each, the taste was moderately salty and light, each with its own characteristics, anyway, there was only a small dish, and it looked very cute.The next dish was a bit like steamed eggs, it was served in a palm-sized ceramic bowl, Yin Mu ate it with a wooden spoon, and there was a light tea aroma in the mouth.

"Chawanmushi?" he asked.

Song Qingqiao nodded.Sure enough, this guy didn't have much interest in eating, and Shen's face couldn't see his thoughts.

After about ten minutes, the waiter brought two plates of sashimi, two slices of blood bream, and two slices of raw abalone on the perilla leaves.Wasabi Dip, Cider Vinegar Dip.

Yin Mu is quite enthusiastic about eating, orthodox kaiseki cuisine, you have to be patient and taste some Zen.Chew slowly and swallow those complicated thoughts into your stomach.

This is followed by yakimono, tofu skin-wrapped sushi wrapped in batter and deep-fried into tempura.I can't help but think...everything can be tempura. In the world of tempura, there is no such thing as failure and dark cooking.

Song Qingqiao didn't move his chopsticks, he didn't seem to like fried food very much.

"If you don't eat, I'll eat." Yin Mu wiped everything off his plate without waiting for his consent.

Then there is cooking.

"This is like tofu soup."

Hey, why the hell do you ignore me when I talk to you?

"Ah."

What a fucking turn off.

"I don't want to eat." What nonsense Zen, eating with Song Qingqiao is worse than eating with President Yuan.

The waiter smiled and held Yin Mu down, talking to him.

"He said there are a few more dishes for you to calm down and experience slowly." Song Qingqiao translated.

"Tell him that I have no appetite looking at your face."

Song Qingqiao told the truth, the waiter laughed even more.

"He said it was impossible."

You fucking just leave it here and translate blindly!

The waiter continued to serve the dishes with a smile, and there were balls of white and translucent balls in the dark green ceramic plate.Yin Mu took a sip out of curiosity, damn it, it was sour!

"what is this?"

"It's made of shrimp and crab meat." Song Qingqiao said, "Don't you like it?"

"It's not sour."

After waiting for so long, the main course was finally served, a plate of veal steaks, it took some effort to arrange the plate, several pieces of veal steaks were close to each other, glowing with blood.

Song Qingqiao reached out and took away the small green lemon from Yin Mu's plate.

"Don't, don't, squeeze me a little bit."

The meaty aroma of the veal steak is paired with the fragrance of lemon, which will not be greasy when neutralized.

"What's the next dish?" While waiting for the dishes, Yin Mu began to look forward to it.

"Hot spring fish."

"Is it delicious?"

"I haven't eaten either."

The fish is grilled, like grilled saury, but the meat of this fish is much richer than that of saury, and the taste is also much richer.

"Is it a local fish?"

Song Qingqiao nodded.

"Wouldn't it be impossible to eat it in other places?"

Song Qingqiao nodded.

"Pity."

Such delicious fish can only be tasted thousands of kilometers away from home, and it hurts to think about it.

As the dinner draws to a close, the penultimate course is the traditional miso soup, mushrooms, and bamboo fungus, which is calm and refreshing.

The last dish is dessert, yellow peach pudding, which marks the end of this dinner.

It took a full two hours to eat.

Yin Mu was fed up, and seeing that each serving was only a tiny bit, it was actually a trick to win, not to win by quantity, but to win by quantity.

"How?" Song Qingqiao asked.

"That's right, it might taste better if it wasn't for eating with you." Yin Mu sat by the bed and enjoyed the mountain view outside.

Song Qingqiao stopped talking, as if she had changed, she just knew something and had to pretend to be melancholy.

"Drinking?" After a long silence, Song Qingqiao asked again.

"What wine, I didn't bring any wine."

"The draft beer and peach wine here are delicious." Song Qingqiao said, "See what others say."

He was afraid that Yin Mu would not believe it, so he handed over his phone to him for verification.

"Success, drink."

The so-called friendship, no matter how it started, must be built on wine and meat in the end.It was the same with Song Qingqiao, no matter what happened, as long as he drank wine, he would smile away all grievances.

Song Qingqiao asked the waiter for half a dozen draft beers and a bottle of peach wine.

"Half a dozen? No more hot springs?" Yin Mu looked dizzy looking at the wine on the floor.

"It's not drunk enough." Song Qingqiao laughed.

Anyway, he was much happier than usual when he wanted to drink.

I heard that this draft beer is brewed by the boss himself. It’s great. Opening this kind of hotel, cooking and brewing by yourself, is relaxing and elegant.

The draft beer tastes slightly bitter, but the taste is much richer than that sold outside, and the aroma of wheat is strong.Don't talk about half a dozen, even a dozen is a no-brainer...it's better not to talk too much.

"Is this peach wine recommended by a girl? What's the difference between it and a drink?" Yin Mu took a sip, then put it aside in disgust.

"You are very progressive. Didn't you drink in the bar before?" There was another sentence Song Qingqiao didn't say anymore.

"I didn't fucking drink before, I only started drinking after I met you."

You see, after I got to know you, the whole day was out of order.

"That's all I have for fun." Tobacco, alcohol, painting.Song Qingqiao's three major pleasures in life are also ranked in this order.

"Is smoking allowed here?"

"I don't know, just touch it quietly."

Yin Mu giggled, sure enough it was Song Qingqiao who knew how to speak to make him happy.

"When did you start smoking?" Yin Mu asked.

"It's high school, I can't remember."

"I'm in high school too."

"I thought you started after you met me."

"Stop praising yourself, okay?"

The two had a good chat.

"Learned from Menger?"

"Who the fuck learns from him is at best a smoker."

Do you still need to learn about smoking?Wouldn't it be enough to smoke one?

"Then you are self-taught." Song Qingqiao sipped the beer carefully.

"Yes, it's amazing."

"How did you and Meng Ji get together?"

"Why tell you?" Yin Mu asked back.

Song Qingqiao glanced at him from the corner of her eye and stopped talking.Anyway, just asking, he already knew the answer.

"Meng Ji must have told you already." Yin Mu said, "Is it interesting? The story between me and her."

Song Qingqiao said: "It's not interesting."

It's really boring, Meng Er came to ask Yin Mu for help before he agreed, it was so pitiful.Meng Er and Meng Ji are just victims of school violence. The story is long and boring, let's talk about it when we have time.

"Is it okay not to talk about them?" Yin Mu had a headache and had to think about it every time he talked about it.

Song Qing, Qiao Moyun, the two of them were drinking alone in a silent atmosphere, as if they had their own concerns, but they really didn't think about anything.

Time passed quickly, and the wine went away quickly, but today's wine was not so intoxicating, and even Song Qingqiao was very sober.

"Boss Yin, it's almost time to go to the hot spring."

"Sit down a little longer, it's still early."

It's getting late, it's eleven o'clock.

"Brother Qiao, I want to vomit." Yin Mu patted his chest, his face flushed.

"Go to the bathroom?"

"Don't go."

"Then you plan to spit on the bed?"

"I'll spit on you." Yin Mu rushed to Song Qing Qiao Le, "We must use extreme methods against hateful people."

Song Qingqiao laughed, why did he become a hateful person again?

Yin Mu fell straight back and slammed his head on the ground: "Why is this fucking mattress so thin?"

"Sleep for a while, I'll call you later." Song Qingqiao put all the wine bottles ready to take out and returned them to the waiter, but Yin Mu grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Yin Mu narrowed his eyes and muttered, "I want to sleep with you."

Terrible, I just said yesterday that I have low desires, but today I want to sleep with someone in a shameless manner.

Song Qingqiao took a closer look at him, is this person drunk or not?

"Wow, what a face that deserves a beating." Yin Mu raised his hand to grab Song Qingqiao's cheek, and pulled it horizontally.

"It hurts." After letting go, a red mark was pinched out on Bai Jing's face in an instant.

Yin Mu shouted: "You still know it hurts!"

"Why don't I know it hurts?"

Yin Mu paused for a moment and said, "I'm sorry."

Song Qingqiao said: "It's okay."

But it always feels that Yin Mu has been wronged.

When the two of them were almost awake, they set off for the private soup.

"Brother Qiao, do you have to take off your clothes when you go to a hot spring in Japan?"

"Well, you can't even wear underwear."

"Then we have to be honest with each other."

The yellow waste is on the line, all of which are constructed by men who don't know who?Although Yin Mu thought so, he still hesitated when taking off his clothes.

"You first." He stood outside the locker room.

Song Qingqiao didn't say anything, and closed the door obediently.

Through the door, you can hear the sound of water splashing inside, so wash your body and warm it up before going down to the spring.

"I'm fine, let's go out first." Song Qingqiao said, then fell silent.

Yin Mu would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. It's not like he hasn't seen Brother Qiao's body before, so what's there to be nervous about?That's different!You try to get naked and stay in a small pool with the person you like!

Song Qingqiao was soaking in the golden soup pool, and the rust-colored spring water gushed out continuously from the outlet, steaming hot.Yin Mu naturally came out wrapped in a bathrobe, and first checked the temperature of the water with his feet, it was extremely hot.

"What's the effect?" He slowly got used to sitting on the bank and soaking his feet first.

"Sterilization, skin disease." Song Qingqiao brushed her hair and looked at him calmly.

"How did you know?"

"Isn't it written over there?"

A wooden sign was erected next to it, densely packed with Japanese and mixed with some Chinese characters.

"Come down quickly." Song Qingqiao laughed ghostly, this situation was very much like a seductive monster.

Fuck, just get down, who is afraid of you!

"Put the bathrobe over there."

"I know! Don't fucking look at me!"

Song Qingqiao cheerfully changed her posture and turned her back to him, before Yin Mu took off her bathrobe and went into the water. Fortunately, the water is not transparent.

It was past twelve o'clock, the night was quiet and silent, and there were only the two of them left in the huge backyard.

"It's so comfortable that I want to sleep." Yin Mu rested his head on the stone pillow, his forehead began to sweat.

"Don't, how can you only use it for sleeping on such a good night." Song Qingqiao counted the time, "Wait another 2 minutes."

Arima October Festival, the last fireworks every night, starting at 12:30.

Yin Mu didn't ask anything, so wouldn't it upset Song Qingqiao's kindness by asking now?He just waited quietly.

Waiting for the sound of fireworks blooming in the night sky, only a little sound can be heard, blocked by the shed and unable to see the outside.Yin Mu hurried out of the water and put on his bathrobe, not caring whether Song Qingqiao saw it or not, and ran straight to the open place.In fact, this is no different from the fireworks I have seen before. They bloom into a circle, and then fall separately like meteors, engulfed by the shady scene.But this is the fireworks that Song Qingqiao brought him, enough to make this sacrifice unique.

Song Qingqiao followed, smiling prettier than fireworks: "How is it? Do you like it?"

Yin Mu's eyes were full of colors, one disappeared and then the next: "I like it."

"It can be seen from the outside of the pool."

So he soaked it back in the golden soup again, Yin Mu stretched his head to watch without turning his eyes.

Ah, how did it end so soon.

He is sorry.

Looking back at Song Qingqiao, the man also looked at him and smiled. His originally fair skin was slightly red, his cheeks were flushed, his neck was flushed, and even his shoulders were flushed.

"Brother Qiao, how many romantic cells do you have in your body?" Yin Mu felt that he was quite useless, so he soaked in a hot spring, watched a firework, and actually had the urge to accompany him to death.

"Just a little bit." Song Qingqiao asked softly, "Do you like it?"

This is the third time he has asked today.

"What do you want to hear." Yin Mu looked back with a smile, the love in his eyes was almost full, but of course he didn't know it himself.

Song Qingqiao took the phone over at some point, and turned on the screen to check the time.

"Boss Yin, happy 20th birthday."

It is now one o'clock in Tokyo time and twelve o'clock in Beijing time.

On October 10th, Yin Mu's 12th birthday, the first sentence came from Song Qingqiao's blessing.

It turns out that there are still people who remember things for him that even he has to forget, and there are still people who carefully plan how to celebrate him.Yin Mu was born in the early hours of the morning, I have forgotten the exact time, but my parents mentioned it a long time ago.He is a child who came to this world with a mission. He has to become a child that his parents are proud of, so he studies hard. Of course, his parents not only gave him life, but also gave him many advantages, such as a brain that he is proud of. .So much so that he was able to go one step ahead and went to the third grade when he was supposed to be in the second grade.However, being admitted to the champion with excellent grades is not all based on brains. No one knows or wants to know the painstaking efforts behind it. They only need to see the results. laurels.Birthday?Every year, his parents, who are busy with everything, set up a special dinner time to celebrate his birthday.Of course, for many years, this day will not be his birthday, so I gradually only remember that one day in October, I have to have a meal with my parents. Look at this great world.How did Song Qingqiao know?

Yin Mu returned to the room, unable to calm down for a long time, sitting upright in a Japanese yukata, facing Song Qingqiao.

"How did you know?"

"I saw your ID card."

"Shit, the date on my ID card is July." It was changed to skip a grade.

"Okay, I asked Meng Ji." Song Qingqiao said frankly.

"Drinking before?"

nod.

Come to think of it, according to Song Qingqiao's temperament, she wouldn't go drinking with her unless she wanted something.

"What do you ask this for?"

"I'm curious."

"Stop fucking me with a hippie smile."

"No, I've worked so hard to plan this out, yet you're still pissing me off."

There's really no way to get him.

"Thank you, Song Qingqiao, but don't do this kind of thing again in the future." Yin Mu called his name with such awkwardness.

If this goes on like this, no matter how hard-hearted people are, they will be convinced.

"Why?" Song Qingqiao was puzzled, she clearly said she liked it, but said she didn't want it.

"No reason."

I don't understand Mr. Yin.

"I just want you to be happier when you're with me."

He just does his best to make those who can stay by his side happy.

Yin Mu's heart trembled, how could such words come out of Song Qingqiao's mouth, didn't he just want to be happy for himself?The words were full of inferiority complex and almost drowned him.What has this child experienced to care for a relationship so insignificantly.

"Too stupid to be cured." Yin Mu hugged him, hugging him as much as possible within a safe range, "I don't need to do these things, just being by your side makes me happy enough."

You can even be more presumptuous, it doesn't matter if I spoil my liking for you, anyway, those things are too much in my body now and I can't use them.

"Yeah, so stupid that I can't even like someone." He always likes to dig into the corners of strange points.

Yin Mu chuckled: "Then I'll teach you, even though I've just learned it."

There are many things, you will never know that you are so talented until you try.

Xu Huang, a well-known scourge in the world, once said that Song Qingqiao is not the kind of person who will leave room for others. Who would believe that few people have liked Brother Qiao after so many years?Don't you, Song Qingqiao, still not understand what it means to like someone?However, these people who are obsessed with Qiao Ge all end in tragedy, and it is a decisive and decisive tragedy.

After thinking about it, Yin Mu figured it out, Song Qingqiao fucking likes Lao Tzu too!That's right, that's it!Who dares to say no?Even Song Qingqiao himself did not deny it.

Now the face in front of Yin Mu's eyes is a little more moving than all the things in the world he has seen, he is at a loss, so cute that he wants to hug the heart of the earth.

"Yin...Boss Yin." Song Qingqiao whispered, "No."

"what?"

"What's next."

Yin Mu suppressed a smile: "You fucking know what I'm going to do next?"

"Probably... know." Song Qingqiao, who was blushing and stammering, is a world-class cute contestant, no, universe-class.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

Song Qingqiao was a little disappointed after hearing this, and was taken aback by the inexplicable emotion: "...Oh."

"Disappointed?"

"No." Quickly denied.

"When is your birthday?" Yin Mu asked instead.

"It will be next June."

"What number?"

"Number six."

"Still six." Yin Mu propped his chin with his hands, smiling, "How tall are you now?"

"One eight two."

"Is it still long?"

"Maybe it's too long, it's for the third year of high school."

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, it's boring enough to wear loose belts here.

"Boss Yin, aren't you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy, I am immersed in joy and can't get away."

"Are you drinking?"

"Don't drink, don't bother others in the middle of the night." Yin Mu remembered something, "Brother Qiao, can you show me the tattoo on your waist?"

Song Qingqiao thought for a moment, then began to untie his clothes.Why didn't I find this dog so easy to handle before?Yin Mu was happy.

The blush on her body hadn't faded yet, Song Qingqiao's whole body was rosy, like a flower bud.

"Is it a poem?"

"You don't meet each other in life, you move like a business partner."

"What do you mean?"

"Shangshang is the name of two stars, one in the west and one in the east, one after another. Parting in life is like participating in a business, you can't see each other."

It was later that Yin Mu found out that this poem was used to describe relatives and friends.

After Song Qingqiao finished explaining, she put on the bathrobe, and Yin Mu restrained her hand that was about to fasten the belt again.

"Brother Qiao, have you ever heard a saying that people are like rainbows, you will know when you meet them." This sentence is very bad, Brother Qiao must have heard it.

He used to read the sentence that he thought was too hypocritical, but now he read it out and read it to the rainbow-like people he met.

Don't say anything anymore, actions are always more effective than words, Lu Hengliang taught.

Yin Mu kissed Song Qingqiao precisely, and those lips, which were especially good at talking boring words, were also unbearably sweet.This time it was more intense than the first time, just sucking his lower lip and rubbing it together, addicted to it like toffee.Is this the secret to the longevity of toffee?

Song Qingqiao's whole body went limp, and she couldn't even move her hands, but Yin Mu held them tightly in her palms.

"Do you like it?" Yin Musong asked him after taking a breath.

"You don't say anything."

"Xiaolu, I like you." Yin Mu raised his hand to touch his face, feeling hot, reluctant to take it away, "Brother Qiao, Song Qingqiao, I like you."

"How do you like it?"

We are all just lonely individuals, and then we meet each other, the loneliness is still there, but we are no longer alone, if we want to be lonely, we will be alone together, if we want to be silent, we will be silent together, if we can’t be the savior at the top of the new century, then we will be your savior alone How is it? Is it difficult?Let me try to see it first, how difficult it is, when I encounter something that I don't want to back down.

Song Qingqiao also raised her hand, put her palm on the back of Yin Mu's hand, and slipped it through his fingers one by one, her lips that were still shining with water curved beautifully: "I actually like it so much."

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