Weird Gacha Machine

It's too cold, and it's been raining outside, and it seems that the days of snow are not far away.

Grandma was still sitting in her rocking chair with a blanket on her lap, chatting with the two children.

Song Qingqiao suddenly remembered something, ran upstairs, took something and came down again.

is the camera.

"Grandma, look at the camera."

Grandma cooperated with him, looked at the camera and smiled: "Does the photo of me, an old lady, look good?"

Just like when Yin Mu asked him "Am I really photogenic?" Song Qingqiao smiled: "It looks good."

After the shooting, he took the camera and squatted next to his grandma. Grandma smiled happily when she saw the photo: "She said it looks good, but she is a bad old lady."

Yin Mu peeled the oranges by himself, too lazy to join in the fun, and Song Qingqiao wouldn't show him anyway.

"Hey, Xiao Mu's picture looks good." Grandma said.

Well, I was flipping through the previous photos for my grandma again.

"The kid always sleeps like he's having nightmares."

???

"Song Qingqiao!" Yin Mu kicked him, "What are you showing grandma!"

"I won't tell you."

I really owe it.

"Xiao Song, you wash a few more and give them to grandma, grandma stays at home to read."

"Then grandma, you have to promise me not to show Yin Mu."

Grandma glanced at them both, with an expression of understanding: "Success, don't show it to him."

"Song Qingqiao, are you fucking tired of living?" Yin Mu closed the door at night, and threatened Song Qingqiao on the bed.

"No." Brother Qiao responded with a smirk, "I haven't lived enough yet."

Wasn't you the one who wanted to die before?

Yin Mu entered the room after making sure that grandma was asleep, opened the window and started smoking. Song Qingqiao got out of bed and walked behind him, pulling him into her arms from behind.

"Stop smoking, you won't be able to sleep at night." He rested his chin on Yin Mu's shoulder, and exchanged body temperature through two layers of thin pajamas.

"Let it go, is it disgusting or not."

"Wow, Boss Yin, you don't look like this in front of grandma." Song Qingqiao didn't let go, and Yin Mu became warmer.

Yin Mu's heart was so hot that he extinguished the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of.

"Are you really not going to tell me? Where did you go off the night before yesterday?"

"Back home."

"Learning to lie now? Isn't you in the video posted by Brother Huang's Moments?"

Brother Huang, brother Huang who is not up to date, why did you forget to block Boss Yin!

"It's me." Song Qingqiao hugged Yin Mu even tighter, probably because he was afraid that he would make a move, "But I did go home after a trip."

"Go drink, don't go home all night, Niubi, Brother Qiao."

……

"Tell me, the draft is not finished yet?" Yin Mu asked.

Song Qingqiao let go, stood there dumbly, lowered his head and said, "I went to the hotel with a woman."

Silence has never been so unscrupulous, the air is so heavy that it almost crushes people to pieces.Yin Mu felt that he was going to be out of breath, and this feeling vaguely reminded him of the suffocation feeling when he was surrounded by sea water in his dream.

How can... how can you?

Want to ask something, but don't know where to start.

He went to the hotel with a woman, and he didn't know whether to focus on the woman or go to the hotel.

"Did you... do anything?" Even he could hear it, his voice trembling badly.

"She's naked." Song Qingqiao seemed to be talking about someone else's business, without any emotion in her tone.

Don't you feel a little bit guilty?

Yin Mu bit his lip and clenched his fist tightly so as not to tremble so obviously: "What should I say?"

In an instant, the sky collapsed completely.

"Will you break up with me?" Song Qingqiao asked.

"We're never sure we've ever been together."

Yin Mu lit the cigarette again, opened the window wide, and let the cold wind blow in.Yeah, we're not sure about being together at all.Just eat together, sleep together, kiss by the way, nothing more.

"Then are we still the same?"

"Farewell, I don't know what to do with you now."

"Do you believe me?"

What do you believe?If you say this is a joke now, you will definitely be beaten by Yin Mu.

"I didn't do anything to her." Song Qingqiao said.

……

"It's not even hard." Song Qingqiao stepped forward and put his arms around the person standing in the air again, "But look at me now."

Many things were too lengthy, Song Qingqiao didn't want to talk about it, and didn't know how to say it.At the age when others first fell in love, his parents divorced, and he suffered from depression. Even his dreams were nightmares that he had seen in his childhood. Did it really happen or was it just a dream?He doesn't understand.He has met many people, but he has never had any follow-up thoughts with this person.Before he was ready to face the world again, Yin Mu stretched out his hand and dragged him stumbling out.He doesn't understand how to fall in love with someone, how to deal with feelings.

That night he asked Brother Huang what to do in a relationship, and Brother Huang said, recently you and Mr. Yin both took the wrong medicine?Ask your mom some weird questions, why don't you just hold hands, kiss and fuck your mother?He suspected that Brother Huang's mind was stuffed with a big-breasted woman.He asked again, what did Boss Yin ask you?Brother Huang was drunk, so he asked me what it feels like to like it, how the hell should I answer?

Do you sleep with someone because you like it?

Of course it's not fucking good, if you think about it, you can do it.

So he tried it, never thought about it, something he didn't even dare to think about, and the result was really sad.The matter of impotence is not a casual joke.After all, he never lied to Yin Mu.

Some things are just not in my mind, I never thought about sex indulgence and the like, automatically eliminated the need for this aspect, and became a saint with a pure heart and asceticism.

Psychological shadow?That would be too serious.

Song Qingqiao's kiss landed on Yin Mu's cold neck, and then leaned into his ear and said, "So do you want to make sure you're with me?"

Yin Mu's ears turned red, and he was silent for a long time: "You fucking have sex with a woman."

"Will I only have a room with you from now on?" Song Qingqiao smiled, the person in her arms was very cute.

"Get out! Don't fucking take your things to beat me!"

"Shh, grandma will hear you later." Song Qingqiao buried herself in her shoulder, "Good Mr. Yin, I was wrong."

Really fucking speechless.

"I think I may have learned how to like someone, but I can't like others anymore." He said, "Stay with me, just like me, and I only like you, okay?"

"That's not good." Yin Mu put out his cigarette and closed the window, "Let me beat you up first."

He turned around and pushed Song Qingqiao onto the bed, damn it, he's been holding back here for so long, he's fine, he's even going to have a room with a woman, it doesn't matter if you're fucking hard or not, you just owe him discipline.

"Why don't we call again when we go back, and we have to see grandpa tomorrow." Song Qingqiao held Yin Mu's hand and smiled nicely.

Come on, think about it, thank you grandpa for saving your life.

The number of nights of embracing and falling asleep is countless, but it is more pleasant than every previous one.Not only you, Song Qingqiao, surrendered Yin Mu, but Yin Mu also surrendered you. It was really not an easy task, but fortunately, both of them managed to belong to each other, from any point of view.

When Yin Mu woke up the next morning, Song Qingqiao's seat was empty.He went downstairs only to find out, oh, good guy, he's going to prepare breakfast.

Sweet porridge, egg pancakes, and noodle soup, grandma has already eaten.

"Xiao Song is such a nice kid, I said Xiao Mu, you are not allowed to kick him." Grandma, you are really amazing.

"Grandma, can you stop saying such scary things early in the morning." Yin Mu sat down to scoop up the porridge, and Brother Qiao's cooking really tasted like home.

After I was full, I had to go to the town to buy flowers first, and then take the car to the cemetery.Grandma picked a bunch of yellow lilies and hummed a tune all the way.

"Grandma, why are you so happy sweeping the tomb?" Song Qingqiao said.

"Isn't the grandson together this year? The grandson also brought a partner. I don't know how happy the old man is when he sees it."

"Boss Yin, your grandma is not feudal at all." Song Qingqiao leaned into Yin Mu's ear and whispered.

"Don't think that I can't hear what you say, you brat, if grandma won't see you next year, I'll ask Lao Yuan to find you."

"Okay, grandma, I can come to see you anytime without next year."

"Remember to give me the photo."

Grandma walked in front alone, jumping up and down like a little girl going on a date. How wonderful it is, time can make people forget the pain, and all that is left behind are the happy memories of the past.

"Old Yuan, I haven't seen Xiao Mu for a long time." Grandma said to the tombstone, and placed Huang Lily in front of the tombstone, "Look, it has grown so big."

"This kid is Xiaomu's friend, Xiao Song, he is a good boy." Grandma introduced Song Qingqiao again, "Old Yuan, I'm fine, but my legs hurt when I'm cold, let's see how old I am .”

The two listened quietly behind, now it is time for grandma and grandpa.

"Xiaojie and Xiaoyin are both very good. I just met them not long ago. You have to take good care of our daughter. Don't let her work all day and not know how to take care of herself."

"Xiao Yin is the same. He runs here and there all day long, and the couple can't get together."

Grandma sighed as she spoke: "When people get old, they love to worry. How could they care so much before?"

Yin Mu carefully looked at the photo on the tombstone, as well as the name. It was so unfamiliar that it was a memory that was so far away that I almost couldn't remember it.But grandma is different. For most of their lives together, grandma and grandpa can be blurred by anyone, but they won't.

Song Qingqiao hooked his hand quietly, and said in a low voice, "I think grandpa likes me quite a bit too, look how happy he is smiling."

"shameless."

After blowing in the strong wind for a while, grandma couldn't bear it anymore, and complained that the old man had to go in winter for nothing, and how much effort it took to sweep the tomb.

Yin Mu stepped forward and grabbed grandma's hand and stuffed it into his pocket: "I'll keep you warm."

"This grandson is not in vain, he is more loving than his grandpa." The grandma smiled, "Xiao Mu, let's go back this afternoon."

"We're not in a hurry."

"Go back and do your own thing, don't bother me, won't you come back during the Chinese New Year?" Grandma turned her head and looked at Song Qingqiao again, "Xiao Song, will you still come for the Chinese New Year?"

Yin Mu tugged at grandma: "Hey, he also wants to go back to his home for the New Year."

"Come when you have time, anyway, it's not far away." Song Qingqiao responded immediately.

When he was with his grandma, he also learned to be a child, acting sweetly with his grandma, and helping his grandma beat his legs to cook, all things he thought about but never did.

"Boss Yin, thank you."

He said so while sitting on the bus back to the city.

"Thanks for what?"

"Everything after I met you."

Nasty, Brother Qiao's coquettish words are really alluring.

Yin Mu took Song Qingqiao's hand and clasped it tightly: "You're welcome, we're both together."

After packing up for a while after returning home, Song Qingqiao asked Yin Mu for the address of grandma's house and went out with the camera.

But as long as Yin Mu thinks about it, even the people who develop the photos will feel chest tight after seeing those photos before him.

When the dog came back, it was still sticking to him shamelessly.

"Brother Qiao, I'm going to start class next week, and career planning and some miscellaneous things will last until the end."

"Okay, I'll pick you up from get out of class every day."

……

"Could you put more effort into your studies?"

"It's enough to have a well-educated one at home."

You guys seem to be doing something different when it comes to art.

With a little effort from Yin Mu, Song Qingqiao, who was lying on his lap, rolled to the ground.

? ? ?Song Qingqiao lying on the ground looked puzzled.

"The beating I owed before, I haven't beaten yet." Yin Mu directly pressed on him to prevent him from getting up, "Don't fight back."

As he spoke, he grabbed Song Qingqiao's green hair and lifted it up.

"Hey, women only pull their hair when they fight."

Yin Mu kicked him on the thigh: "I beat him up as I like."

Then he put an elbow on his back again, wow, it's so fucking cool, is it so cool to beat someone up?

"It hurts." Song Qingqiao muffled.

"It's done, let's see if you dare to cuckold me in the future."

Yin Mu stood up from the ground, before he took two steps, he was thrown onto the sofa, and then he was kissed all over the place.

This is too fucking crazy!And take the clothes off while kissing? !

"It's only seven o'clock the fuck! What are you doing!" Yin Mu pushed him away, as if he had forgotten who was going to take off his pants in broad daylight.

Song Qingqiao's little face was flushed, she fell down on Yin Mu's chest as if she was discouraged, and muttered: "I feel like I've lived for nothing for 18 years."

His hand held Yin Mu's hand on his shoulder, it was cold but powerful.

Then there is no next step.

Not sure what to do next.

The author has something to say:

The two small cns should first consider how to solve their psychological needs before talking about it (?

Let's put aside the physiological needs first...