Weird Gacha Machine

In terms of aura, Yin Mu is sandwiched between two men who are about 1.8 meters tall. Why the hell does this look more and more like a bloody romance drama configuration.

"Long time no see, you haven't grown any taller." You can still be dissed by high school classmates who haven't seen you for three years as soon as you come up, isn't it a few centimeters shorter than you.

"none of your business."

"New friend? It doesn't look like you. " Menger looked at the three people, and his face showed a pertinent evaluation with four words of vulgarity.

Yin Mu is now one head and two older, and really doesn't want to do anything.

Lu Hengliang lit a cigarette at the right time, squatting on the side of the road to smoke it, Xu Huang was also pulled away by Song Qingqiao, leaving only two people who had not met for a long time.

"The way you look at people is as bad as ever." Meng Er put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked down at Yin Mu.

"Can you fucking stop crackling, I want you to take care of what I do."

As far as Menger is concerned, everything is good, but there is only one skill that is not very good, and he is very talkative.

"Let me just say that this old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time should comment." The man smiled handsomely, "Why can't you have a good talk with me?"

It's fucking weird to be able to talk to you well, Yin Mu saw that face and that expression and wanted to beat him up all over the place.

"It's nothing, I'm leaving, my friend is still waiting for me." The accent is on the word "my friend".

"Your boyfriend?"

"Dog ears can't understand human speech." Yin Mu turned around, "Goodbye."

"See you every day."

???

"Did you fucking drink too much?"

"University Z, a neurosurgery exchange student from the Department of Clinical Medicine." From now on, he will be a classmate from the same department. Although he is one level away from Xu Huang, a classmate, he is still eye-catching.

"Damn you, fuck you."

Meng Er didn't feel that Yin Mu was scolding him at all, instead he happily acted like an idiot.Yin Mu has always had the feeling that this person takes pleasure in provoking him, and she happens to fall into his trap often.To be honest, he hates very few people, likes very few people, and it can even be said that there is no one at all. In his eyes, other people are despised bastards, but he gave birth to Meng Er, who is firmly in the world. Disgust takes its place.

"Give me a cigarette." Yin Mu walked to the side of the road beside the three people. These three old smokers smoked their fucking butts in just 10 minutes.

Lu Hengliang handed him one and ordered it for him. The service was very attentive.The sparks of the smoke ignited quickly, and within two to three minutes, it was over, leaving nothing but the long-lasting bitter taste in the mouth.

"Boss Yin." Xu Huang called him, with a rare awkward and hesitant look on his face.

"doing what?"

"Hey, I can't fucking ask, Brother Qiao, come here."

"He wanted to ask you about your relationship with that man." Song Qingqiao dared to say anything anyway.

"Students from high school, what can't be asked." Yin Mu felt that something was wrong when he said it, "Don't you fucking think that I have something to do with him!?"

"What, what, I didn't!"

You obviously have the expression of being said.Brother Huang, he can't hold anything else in his head except love.

"Come on." Yin Mu extinguished the second cigarette on the ground, "I want to go home."

Anyone could see that he was not in a good mood.

Song Qingqiao said, "I'll see you off."

"No, it's very close."

"Don't worry, give it to me." Song Qingqiao stopped a taxi, "You two feel free, I'll go back to the hotel by myself."

What worries a big man?Yin Mu followed and got into the car.

It was the first time that I was alone with Song Qingqiao, except for the last time I got a cake at the entrance of the bar. Although I hadn't known each other for long, the atmosphere was not so awkward because of the familiarity of the group of them.

"Do you like summer?" Song Qingqiao asked.

"generally."

"I do not like."

People who still wear long sleeves in summer don't seem to like this season much.

"Then do you like the sea?" Yin Mu asked him this time.

"do not like."

"Oh."

"What? Want to go to see the sea?" Song Qingqiao has been looking out the window since getting in the car, and she spoke carelessly.

"There is only one sea to see in P City."

"Very good, Brother Huang should be very happy."

The two of them chatted without saying a word for a while, and then arrived at Yin Mu's house, a western-style house complex in Xicheng District, with European-style buildings next to each other.

Song Qingqiao said that he wanted to find out the house number of Yin Mu's house, so he followed into the community, and when he walked downstairs, he saw the person he had only met half an hour ago.

Ghosts linger.

"Brother Mu." Meng Er probably didn't expect Song Qingqiao to send Yin Mu back, but Song Qingqiao had an expression that he had known for a long time, no wonder he insisted on escorting him to the door.

"Let the fart go."

I don't want to give him even a little patience.

"Go in and talk."

"Brother Qiao, you go back first, thank you for sending me back." Yin Mu smiled at Song Qingqiao, signaling him not to worry.

"I can't go in?" Song Qingqiao didn't like this.

"what?"

At this time, shouldn't you say goodbye smartly and then turn around and leave?

"I want to talk to him about something, why do you join in the fun?" Meng Er kept seeing that Song Qingqiao was wrong, with a gentle appearance, but he was actually an old fox, he thought so.

Song Qingqiao wasn't annoyed, she pushed her glasses habitually: "I just want to go in, it has nothing to do with you."

The current situation is that Yin Mu and Meng Er are sitting on the sofa, and Song Qingqiao is walking around the house.

"Say it quickly." What kind of thing is this?

Meng Er suppressed his breath and tried his best to block the annoying Song Qingqiao from the corner of his eye: "I didn't tell you about going abroad in advance, I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal, there's no need to make a special trip."

"It always feels like you're always angry about this."

"Angry? Why should I be angry?"

It's funny, if Meng Er didn't mention Yin Mu, he would have forgotten about it.

"Boss Yin, I want to drink water." Song Qingqiao shouted.

"It's in the refrigerator in the kitchen, take it yourself."

Menger's white hands were clasped tightly together, the veins on the back of his hands were obvious, just like him, he was restless.

"No, what's going on with you and him?" he asked.

Yin Mu has always had a bad taste. In the past, he was so popular that he was so popular in front of him that he had nothing to say, but now he felt inexplicably happy seeing Meng Er's anger.

"none of your business."

Cool, so fucking cool.

Menger is just like a kid, although he likes to beat around the bush and make people panic when he speaks, his mind is very easy to control. With a "bang" slap on the table, the glass coffee table was almost smashed.

Yin Mu didn't move at all. This kind of children's venting behavior will intensify no matter whether they stop or cooperate.

"Boss Yin, you live alone in your house?" Song Qingqiao came out with water, and spoke to Yin Mu disregarding the atmosphere.

Are you looking for a beating?

Menger stood up and wanted to give him a hit. Brother Qiao is not a vegetarian.

"Huh?" Shuai Shuai's face was full of doubts, "So suddenly?"

Yin Mu sighed: "Go away if you have nothing to say, don't make trouble in my house."

"Tell me, what is your relationship with Brother Mu!" Meng Er grabbed Song Qingqiao's collar and approached him in a very oppressive posture.

"Why do you like to ask this kind of question, what is the relationship between this and that, you don't have eyes and can't see?" Song Qingqiao was also annoyed, and pushed his hand away. Although this person is thin and strong, Yin Mu I have a deep understanding.

"You fucking like men that much!?" This question was asked to Yin Mu.

Fuck, which bitch told you I like men?

Yin Mu was really angry and laughed back: "Guan, you, fart, it's a matter."

Meng Er slammed the door and left. In fact, Yin Mu rarely felt this kind of comfort since he graduated from high school. This time the experience was not bad.

"Boss Yin, you haven't answered me yet."

"what?"

"You live alone in your house?"

"Well, more or less, my dad doesn't come here often, and my mom is abroad recently."

"Good."

No matter what happened every time, Song Qingqiao acted like a normal person, he didn't know whether to say he was serious or he didn't care about it at all, he was very calm and there was nothing to impress him.

"Will you watch a movie?" Yin Mu asked him.

"can."

There is a tatami mat in the projection room, which is so soft that one falls down as if lying on a pile of wool.Yin Mu came in with a basin of cornflakes and two bottles of carbonated drinks. Song Qingqiao leaned on the soft pillow and picked the film with a tablet. I don't know if it was because of the tatami mats and the pillow, she felt so relaxed. up.

"Just choose what you like to watch." Yin Mu put the drink next to him, originally to pass the time, watching everything the same.

Song Qingqiao responded sullenly, feeling extremely lazy.

The two of them lay on the tatami and enjoyed a moment of peace. Song Qingqiao turned out to like to watch Disney cartoons, and thought they would be some kind of profound literature and art.

But compared to literary films, cartoons are much more interesting.The whole room was dim, wrapped in the crunching sound of corn flakes chewing in his mouth.I have to say that the plot of this cartoon is quite fascinating.

"you saw it?"

"Ah."

In the second half, it was Disney who started to cry as usual.The little partner in the heroine's childhood fantasy is about to be forgotten, and the lines are getting more and more sensational.

Yin Mu turned his head and glanced at Song Qingqiao, it's terrible, this guy is in tears.Just now he said that there was nothing to impress him, but this minute he slapped Boss Yin in the face, and he cried while watching cartoons.

"There... there are tissues over there."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingqiao immediately pulled two pictures to wipe away the tears that hadn't shed yet, and then continued to look fascinated.

It's really a strange person.

"Your phone is vibrating." Yin Mu reminded.

"Hey."

You could hear what was being said through the phone, like Lu Hengliang called, asking where Song Qingqiao was.

"I'm watching a movie at Mr. Yin's house."

"Fuck Brother Qiao, you still went to his house?!" This was obviously Brother Huang.

"Well, get drunk and go back to the hotel."

"Brother Joe, beep! Play slowly!"

I don't know if I don't read it, I was shocked when I saw it, it was already past 12 o'clock.Seeing Song Qingqiao getting into the play so seriously, Yin Mu didn't feel too embarrassed to disturb him.After watching this cartoon, it is the next cartoon.Boss Yin suspects that Brother Qiao usually just has nothing to do to look at these and then tear gas to detoxify.

"Are you still eating?" The cornflakes are gone.

Song Qingqiao nodded without taking his eyes off the screen for a moment.

I don’t know which one I saw last night and fell asleep, it seems to be Toy Story 3?I can't remember, anyway, Song Qingqiao cried in every movie.

When Yin Mu woke up, he was still taken aback. After all, there was a handsome guy sleeping next to him. He almost lifted the quilt like the heroine in an old idol drama to see if his clothes were still on.

Song Qingqiao took off her glasses before falling asleep, and now her eyes are still a little red.Does the so-called finely crafted appearance really exist? Those fans boast that their idol is a fairy every day, and now Yin Mu also feels that Song Qingqiao, who is sleeping, has a fairy air.Could it be that he has become his fangirl?No, Brother Mi?

No no no, impossible.After quickly denying it, Yin Mu stood up and took his mobile phone to check what time it was, it was only seven o'clock...that means he only slept for two or three hours.I always feel that if I continue to get along with these people, I will easily die suddenly.

There are many embarrassing things in the world, and lying on the same bed with a man is one of them.Even if there is no ghost in his heart, he can't hold back on his face.

"Aunt Li..."

"Xiao Mu, I thought you were in the room." Aunt Li smiled meaningfully.

"I fell asleep watching a movie with my friends last night."

"Then I'll clean the other rooms first."

Forget it if you die, there is still a pile of papers that Brother Qiao wiped his tears last night on the fucking floor, it's hard to argue.

Aunt Li is still open when it comes to openness, making breakfast for two people to eat, with a smile on her face throughout the process.Song Qingqiao was not so interested because Yin Mu forcibly woke her up and told her to go to bed after breakfast.

"Young man, what's your name?" Aunt Li asked.

"Song Qingqiao."

"Yo, that sounds really nice, how old is this year?"

"Aunt Li!" Yin Mu called out.

"Just grown up." How can this bastard be so honest.

"Two years younger than our Xiaomu."

Aunt Li, please stop talking.

"Xiao Mu seldom brings friends back. In the past, there was only one named Meng."

After Song Qingqiao heard this, she glanced at Yin Mu from the corner of her eye, feeling so fucking ashamed.

"Then Aunt Li, I will come here often in the future."

"You're fucking sick."

After taking Song Qingqiao back to his room, Yin Mu locked the door and felt a headache.

"What? Did I say the wrong thing?"

"No, Aunt Li must think that the two of us... Hey, I can't tell your mother."

"You and Meng Er have a good friendship, I thought at least some kind of enemy."

Why did it suddenly mention Menger again?

"Say he dries wool."

"Okay, Mr. Yin, I want to take a bath."

Yin Mu didn't bring anything back, and he didn't bring a few clothes. None of the clothes at home had been worn for a long time, so he pulled out a long-sleeved shirt from the bottom of the closet.

"Is this okay?"

"Where are the underwear?"

……

"I'll go buy it for you, alright, ancestor?"

"No, you can wear it."

You don't despise me, you still despise me!

Yin Mu was the only one who ran out early in the morning to buy underwear. He vaguely felt that Song Qingqiao was just like Meng Er, and that the purpose of appearing in this world was to piss him off.

When I got home, that bastard Song Qingqiao was chatting with Aunt Li again, having a great time.

"Xiao Mu is back, I've finished cleaning, and I have a few dishes in the refrigerator for lunch." Aunt Li put on her bag, "Then I'll be leaving first."

"What are you talking about with Aunt Li?"

"Let's talk about the little classmate surnamed Meng."

Yin Mu tried his best to meditate in his mind, don't get angry, don't get angry, angry bad health.

"Will it be hot to wear long sleeves?" Yin Mu asked him, because he had never seen Song Qingqiao wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt.

"Isn't the air conditioner turned on?"

"I'm speaking out."

"I won't go out today. They both drank too much last night. Let's take a day off."

"? Then you're not going back to the hotel?"

"Your home is much more comfortable than a hotel, mind?"

I don't care too much about it, no, why every time Song Qingqiao made a very unreasonable request, but couldn't refuse him?

"Go and take a shower."

The final arrangement was that the two of them started watching movies again.Song Qingqiao is not obsessed with movies at all!He is obsessed with the tatami mat where he can watch movies!

"I said, are you an art student?" Yin Mu asked.

"how?"

"Learn what?"

"What else can you learn from the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"Ask your major."

"Art Design."

Oh, I don’t quite understand, but in short, I’m an artist, and I’m sure I’ll become an artist in the future.

"Art workers are vulnerable to mental illness."

Song Qingqiao turned her head and laughed at him: "Isn't it? Otherwise, how would Brother Huang learn that? It's just for my future plans."

The credibility of this sentence is surprisingly high.

The movie this time seems to be chosen for hypnosis, a romantic literary film without waves.

"Boss Yin, have you ever been in love?"

"Huh? Why are you asking this?"

"Meng Ji."

Can you guess this?

"Well, just two weeks."

"Haha, who dumped whom?"

"We broke up peacefully. We didn't get together in the first place because we liked each other."

"What's that for?"

"can not say it clearly."

Anyway, if you don't know how to say it, you can't say it instead.

Song Qingqiao didn't ask any more questions, she just wanted to sleep next to this bed.

In Yin Mu's view, Song Qingqiao was quite dangerous to him.Whether it's his irresistible special skills, or his intuition that can predict certain things, anyway, these two alone are scary enough.He is different from Xu Huang. Xu Huangguang can be seen through many things on the surface, but Song Qingqiao, unless he wants to show it to you, it is difficult for you to discover anything from it.This kind of people is not rare, Yin Mu is also like this from a certain point of view, but there are very few such people around Yin Mu.Completely impenetrable, less so.He doesn't even give people the right to define him from his appearance, except for his good looks and good temperament, it seems that he really can't say anything.

Getting in touch with him is like being in a cloud of mist. Occasionally kicking something, hitting something with the body can only be seen a little bit, and there is no room for imagination about what it looks like.

Forget it, why think so much, after all, it's none of his Yin Mu's business, sleep is the most important thing.

Yin Mu had a dream. When he opened his eyes, he was on a cliff. There was a muffled sound of waves beating against the rocks under his feet, and birds were circling above his head, round and round. The whole world was noisy and surprisingly quiet.As long as one step forward, one step forward, one can fall down, swallowed by this vast ocean and nothing will be left.

At this time, I was curious for no reason, what would it feel like to fly into the ice-blue water?

For no reason, a pair of powerful hands behind him helped Yin Mu take this step.I let go of my head for a moment, and pulled back the thoughts that had been thrown away.

Will it fall and collide with the shore reef?Or did it directly become a dish for sea creatures?The idea of ​​being alive anyway does not exist.

The weightlessness of the fall is so real that it makes the scalp tingle.

Who pushed me?Yin Mu wanted to shout out, but the words were locked in his throat, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.The movie is indeed a lie, so there is no ability to manipulate dreams by oneself.

The moment he entered the water, he was actually glad that he fell into the sea instead of dying before that.But the sudden suffocation, mixed with salty and bitter seafood, is even more uncomfortable.

There is nothing in the sea, there are no beautiful sea fish in groups, and there are no fierce sharks and snakes coming to follow the smell, except for the bottomless abyss, which is boundless and waveless, and he is an insignificant person .

This feeling is always frightening and crazy.

When he was about to use up the last breath of oxygen in his lungs, Yin Mu woke up and took a few breaths before feeling that his mind and body had finally merged into one.

For those who haven't dreamed much for a long time, every dream is a nightmare. Just from the large sweat stains on the bed sheet, it can be seen that Yin Mu's reaction was not small just now. Judging by the degree of wrinkle of the bed sheet, he probably struggled a lot. Song Qingqiao couldn't help it. Laugh out loud?

Wait a minute...Where is Song Qingqiao?

The author has something to say:

I feel that the first three chapters are so good, the second one is ww

Perhaps the only [?A normal person, Menger, also suffers from the Second Disease 233