Weird Gacha Machine

"Brother Qiao, is this balance bike also for me?" Xu Huang asked.

"Brother Huang, can you stop taking things from me all the time?"

"Hey, let me ask, why did you bring this all the way back here?"

"It was drawn in a lottery, do you accept it?"

"Then I took it away, it happens that my dormitory is far away from the teaching building." Lu Hengliang is not being polite to you.

"You have to ask Mr. Yin."

It's a gashapon made by Mr. Yin's coin.

"Boss Yin, can you?"

"Take it, take it."

"Thank you, Mr. Yin."

"You're welcome."

The four of them bragged and talked nonsense, and opened a second bottle of wine in a short while.

Yin Mu's head sank and leaned against Song Qingqiao's body, which formed a terrible inertia.

"Fuck, why!?" Xu Huang was aggrieved, "President Yin, you just went out with him for a few days, and you don't recognize me!?"

Who has been your college classmate for three years! ?

"But Brother Qiao is good-looking." Yin Mu giggled.

"I fucking knew you were a face-seeker, Brother Qiao has an ugly heart."

"Shit, don't slander Brother Qiao."

"It's so uncomfortable. I lost two friends in an instant." Xu Huang turned to look at Lu Hengliang, "Lu Mao, I only have you."

Brother Huang stop talking, Lu Mao has already clenched his fists.

By the time everyone had almost finished drinking, the sky was already dark, and the distance was turning pale, signaling the beginning of a new day of good weather.

Xu Huang took Lu Hengliang and left, saying that if he didn't leave, the traffic police would have to go to work.Yin Mu kept yelling at him not to drink and drive, but it was useless, just one or two kilometers, and he could get downstairs in 5 minutes.

"I think I drink very well now." Yin Mu let out his anger and collapsed on the sofa, still articulate.

"Awesome." Song Qingqiao went over to close the curtains and echoed him.

There was no sound over there, Song Qingqiao saw it, fell asleep?It's really amazing, one second he was still talking, and the next second he saw Duke Zhou.

Hey, no way.

Song Qingqiao walked up to him and smelled the wine.If you want to say what it feels like to be with Yin Mu, it is unexpected.It's like you want a toy robot very much, and then you know that someone has prepared a gift for you, and that feeling when you see that the gift is a more exciting electric robot.He makes you feel so much more than you expected, making you forget that you just wanted a toy robot.

"Haha, Brother Qiao, I tricked you." Yin Mu opened his eyes, hooked his neck and pulled him down, "I want to kiss you after drinking."

Then kiss me, it's not like I won't give you a kiss.

"I drank it too."

This alcohol-scented kiss turned out to be surprisingly pleasant.

"I'm crazy." Yin Mu looked up at his face, meeting his favorite face by chance.

"Not crazy, it's pretty normal." Song Qingqiao smiled sweetly.

It really is a seductive monster.

Even if you get what you want, life still has to live.Yin Mu had to go back to City P, and had to dye his hair back to black before returning to City P. Although 1 people were reluctant, he dared not go home without dyeing it back.

When Song Qingqiao came back from school in the afternoon and saw the black-haired Yin Mu, he widened his eyes: "Who are you? What about me, Xiaolan? Where did you hide me, Xiaolan?"

"Eat by Lao Tzu."

"Xiaolan, you died a terrible death."

Yin Mu rolled his eyes.

"Boss Yin, I admit that although you look good with black hair, you really look like a child."

"There's no way, the immortals don't grow old."

……

"Then what should I do if I'm old and ugly?" Song Qingqiao said with a mournful face.

"You're also a fairy." Yin Mu kissed him, "Okay, I'm going to catch the train and try to come back at night."

Compared with Lan Youyou's hair, he still hated Song Qingqiao even more.I have to be reluctant to send him to class eight hundred times every day.

It's so hard to die, Meng Er, you belong to the intelligence department, right?

"Sister, can I change seats with you?" Meng Er called her sister to an aunt in her forties, just to sit next to Yin Mu.

"How the hell do you know I'm going back today?"

"Isn't it always this time in previous years?" Meng Er sneered, "Did you have fun going out with Song Qingqiao?"

"I'm so happy."

"You have peach blossoms on your face now, do you know that?"

"What does it have to do with you, brother."

Meng Er Youyou was silent for a while: "He still took it down."

This person is exactly like a fortune teller, what he said is right in every sentence.

Yin Mu didn't plan to talk to him anymore.

"Do you want to go back to school?" Menger asked.

After graduating, I basically never went back. Just the banner "Congratulations to our school's 2015 student Yin Mu for winning the provincial champion" has been hanging for half a year.Then every year, the enrollment had to be discussed, and Yin Mu was asked to go back and give lectures to pass on his learning experience.What the hell do you know, talent plus hard work, everyone's talent is different, not to mention that Yin Mu doesn't think there are a few people who can work as hard as him.Let's talk about your experience again, isn't that hypocritical?Or do you just hope that his inspirational story can awaken the sleepy beast in some students?If he didn't have such leisure time and didn't thank the school, he could still win the champion in other schools, but this school was too stupid to attribute a large part of the credit to himself, so why hasn't there been another champion in the past three years?It's funny enough.

"No return."

"Then how soon do you plan to return to City B?"

"Tonight."

"Can you die without Song Qingqiao?"

"No, but probably not for long."

Well, it succeeded again, and successfully exploded Meng Er's lungs.These three years of practice were not in vain, nor was the gossip she learned from Song Qingqiao.I am happy and have a lot of energy.

[I ran into Meng Er. 】

[Coincidence or? 】

[He doesn't know how he knows I'm going back. 】

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. 】

Song Qingqiao, you are so fucking cheap.

[Come on, you smile slowly, I'll chat with him for a while. 】

Immediately a video call came.

"Boss Yin."

The sound was so loud that the whole car could almost hear Song Qingqiao's sweet voice.

"What are you doing?" Yin Mu quickly plugged in the earphones.

"I'm on my way to the hospital now." Song Qingqiao patted the gift box in his hand, and went to see his mother.

Hey, my brother Qiao is so beautiful, so white that it shines.

"Is your mother good-looking?"

When I asked it, I felt like I was asking nonsense, so how could Song Qingqiao look so damn bad-looking.

"I hung up and sent you a picture."

The photo Song Qingqiao sent over was a serious family photo of four people.The tall man on the far left with glasses and a serious face is Song Xiangyi, who should be about the same age as Song Qingqiao now, and looks a lot like him.The two sitting in the middle are his parents. His father is dressed in military uniform, his hair is neat and meticulous, his facial bones are erect, his sword eyebrows are raised, his expression is heroic, and he has the unique spirit of a soldier.The mother's skin is as white as snow, with long hair reaching her waist. She looks no more than 30 years old, and her face still exudes the vigor of a young girl. She smiles slightly at the camera, with two pear dimples on the corners of her lips.The child standing on the far right was Song Qingqiao, wearing a white shirt, smiling cutely, very similar to her mother.

【very beautiful. 】

Yin Mu didn't feel very good about this photo. The two people on the left were not smiling at all, while the woman and child on the right smiled softly.Thinking about it now, the woman stays in the hospital, soaked in the smell of disinfectant every day, loses her temper because she broke a plate, and the child grows up but stays in the past memories and panics all day long.

How ironic.

[President Yin, I'm at the hospital, so I won't tell you, see you tonight. 】

"This is Song Qingqiao?" Meng Er asked as he leaned over and saw the photo.

"The younger one is him."

"His father looks much older than his mother." Meng Er said, "His brother is more like his father."

"Are you talking tongue twisters?"

"No, I'll just express my opinion."

"The trouble with you is that you like to express your opinions too much."

Yin Mu turned off his phone and stopped thinking about it.Yes, it is true that he also felt that Song Xiangyi was more like his father, and Song Qingqiao was more like his mother, but he still couldn't figure out what happened to their family even if he thought about it for three days and three nights.

Mr. Yuan and Secretary Yin went to the restaurant first, and grandma was there.Yin Mu came late and sat next to grandma.

"Xiao Mu, it's just that you're getting older, why haven't you grown any taller?" Grandma is a lively old man. Grandpa has been dead for many years and has been living alone.

"Grandma, I have 178, which is high enough!" Grandma likes Yin Mu very much, but she is not very good at expressing, so talking to grandma is not as troublesome as talking to parents.

I haven't seen Secretary Yin for a long time. Secretary Yin still keeps a straight face and doesn't communicate with him very much, especially Mr. Yuan.

"Grandma, when did you come?"

"This afternoon, I came here because I wanted to meet my grandson." The grandma smiled, "I heard you went to Japan to play?"

"It's okay to go for a trip."

"Mom, eat." President Yuan reminded.

"Hey, I haven't seen Xiao Mu for a long time, what's the matter with saying a few words?"

Mr. Yuan and grandma are not the kind of close mother and daughter. According to grandma, Xiaojie is exactly like her father, and she never puts her mind on her family.

"Xiao Mu, have you been on vacation recently?" Secretary Yin asked.

"Well, most of the students go for internships."

"Then you stay at home with grandma for a few days, and finally come here."

Grandma lives in the suburbs, eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha alone. She says she is practicing.

"No, I have to go back. My grass hasn't been fed yet."

"Why are you in such a hurry." Mr. Yuan complained.

"Both of you are busy people, so Xiao Mu also has to do her own things, why do you have to accompany me, an old man?"

"Isn't he just playing all day?" Mr. Yuan put down the tableware.

No, this is a very bad sign.

"Xiaojie, you can't take care of the child when he grows up. See how often I have hindered you from doing things."

Fortunately, my grandma was there to protect me, otherwise I would have to hold a diabolism meeting.

"Yeah, don't worry about him too much, he knows it by himself." In his role as a parent, Secretary Yin has always stayed out of it.

Yin Mu likes grandma, but he hasn't seen grandpa and grandma very much, and he heard that grandma is in poor health, so it's inconvenient to move around more, he doesn't know where they live, and his parents don't have time to take him to visit.My grandma has a lot of contact with him. She was the first person to hug him when he was born, and she was the one who taught him how to speak. In short, my grandma is only his grandson and treats him very well. Grandpa is not very impressed.

"Xiao Mu is turning 20 this year, time flies by so fast." Grandma quietly stuffed the red envelopes into Yin Mu's hands, making a bulging pile.

Yin Mu informed the meeting, and hurriedly prepared: "Grandma, I will see you in a while."

Looking young is really hereditary. My grandma is in her [-]s and [-]s, and she doesn't see many wrinkles. She doesn't change from year to year, so that people don't realize the passage of time.

"Come on in December, let's go see Lao Yuan."

It's true to say that, grandpa's death day is approaching.In the past few years, grandma went to visit the grave by herself, but this year she called Yin Mu for the first time.

"I have bad arms and legs now, it's better to be with you."

"Sure, I'll be back in time."

The author has something to say:

Brother Qiao: I heard that Libra is a face control person?Our family is all good-looking, so what can we do?

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