Weird Gacha Machine

On the day Song Qingqiao opened the signing, Yin Mu skipped the class of his future tutor and rushed to the signing hall in a hurry. It was only an hour late, and the hall was already overcrowded.

Originally, the night before, he had said that he would not be able to come, but he still couldn't hold back the energy.

Wow, the first signing, how could I miss it.

He took four books from the bookshelf, and followed the long queue to the end.There were a lot of people who came, including students and adults, mostly girls.

In front of Yin Mu was a little girl, who came alone, flipping through a picture book, moving forward from time to time.

"I bought so much." The girl said suddenly, obviously speaking to Yin Mu who had been peeking at her.

"Bring it with your friends."

"Do you like Ruoyu very much?"

"Ah."

"How long have you liked it?"

How is this like the routine where old fans ask new fans.

"It's almost a year."

"He wasn't so popular back then." The girl closed the book and looked at Yin Mu, "How do you know him?"

……

"It's just...it's interesting to see his work by accident, how about you?"

The girl smiled: "I am his high school classmate, and we have participated in several competitions together."

"Then you are also very good." Yin Mu really didn't expect that the girl in front of him looked much more immature than Song Qingqiao.

"Better than him."

The two of them chatted and chatted, and the team shrunk to the end. Song Qingqiao dressed up very well today, and kept smiling the whole time.

He took the girl's book and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ren Qi, can I trouble you to write a good one?"

Song Qingqiao obviously didn't have the slightest impression of the name, so she responded with a smile.

The girl just stared at him without moving her eyes: "I will always support you."

This is the number of sentences I don't know today.

"Thank you, you must work hard."

After the girl took the book and left, it was Yin Mu's turn. Song Qingqiao was a little surprised to see him appear.

"Teacher Ruoyu, today was a hard day, right?" Yin Mu put four books in front of him, "The first book is for grandma, the second book is for godmother, the third book is for Taotao, and the fourth book is for Yin Mu."

The people behind were a little unhappy, hey, why do you have to write so much, isn't this a waste of everyone's time?

The security personnel received the signal and said: "I can't write so many, one signature for each book."

Song Qingqiao ignored him and obediently wrote on every book.

"Grandma, I hope you can enjoy watching it."

"Godmother, I miss you."

"Peach is cute, be good."

Song Qingqiao hesitated for a moment in the last book, and quickly closed it before Yin Mu could read clearly.After the four books were signed, the security guard hurriedly handed the books to him and told him to go out and read them.

what attitude.

Yin Mu leisurely walked outside, opened his book, and it said: "Yin Mu, I like you."

Immediately, the old man blushed, damn it, this is too... too cute.

The picture book sold a total of [-] copies including online sales, and the [-] copies in Japan were also sold out.A total of [-] copies were sold out.

But the organizers were not happy, they wanted to print more, maybe Song Qingqiao.

"Not printed anymore?" Yin Mu asked what he thought.

Song Qingqiao hugged him and smiled: "I don't want it to rot."

"I think you've lost your head." Yin Mu kissed his dick.

"If you've been busy for another month, you can take a good rest."

"It's your birthday next month." June [-]th is an easy day to remember.

"What? Any surprises?"

"There are no surprises, let's talk about it later."

Song Qingqiao said that she had to be busy for another month, and she was really busy for another month. During this month, there was nothing to do at home.When I got home, I took the medicine and fell asleep on the bed, my body almost smelled bad.

"Kuang Nan?" Yin Mu answered Song Qingqiao's call.

"Eh? Where's Joe?"

"Fell asleep."

"Why are you sleeping at this time! Please wake him up and tell him that there is something to do here."

"No, I said, why don't you even let me sleep?" Yin Mu was talking when Song Qingqiao woke up.

He took the mobile phone from Yin Mu's hand and said in a low voice, "I'll be there later."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Yin Mu, but he was speechless.

"It's June, Joe."

"Well, it will be over soon." He was referring to the busy days, which will be over soon.

Yin Mu didn't say anything more, he didn't want him to go in his heart, but he still said, all right, go get busy and pay attention to your body.After all, as agreed before, I will be busy for the last month.

No matter what, Song Qingqiao's birthday is always to be celebrated together.June [-]th, Thursday, is a special Thursday for high school students, but for college students, it is too ordinary.

Before Yin Mu got out of class, he received a message from Song Qingqiao, who was supposed to pick him up from get out of class, but the man said he had something to do at the Art Museum of the Academy of Fine Arts and asked Yin Mu to go find him.

The Art Museum of the Academy of Fine Arts can be regarded as a scenic spot in the entire city B, but Yin Mu has never been there.After several inquiries, I finally found the way. It turned out that it was not in the Academy of Fine Arts at all, but next to the North School Gate, and then walked from the South School Gate to the North School Gate. I was very tired.

The art museum is holding a personal photography exhibition, and the exhibition board standing at the entrance is black and lacquered, with "Origin" written in block letters on it, and nothing else.

【I have arrived. 】Yin Mu didn't care about such an elegant photography exhibition, he just wanted to go home with Song Qingqiao to unwrap presents.

【Come in. 】

Yin Mu had no choice but to walk in, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the photographs hanging directly opposite, a silhouette of a person and a deer, looking at each other and smiling, the sun just hit from the opposite side of the person, casting a ray of light on his face. A thin layer of golden light reflected in the deer's huge pupils, leaving sparkling traces.That person is Yin Mu.

This... is Song Qingqiao's photography exhibition?

Yin Mu took a closer look and found that the photo was a bit big, about the size of a real person, and it was named Chao Yu.

Song Qingqiao's ability to set up puzzles is really not very good, so it's natural for Chao and Mu to be different.Yin Mu couldn't help laughing, bypassing the surprise opening and continuing to go inside.

Song Qingqiao said that these photos will be shown to you in the future.Never thought it would be done this way.

Those sleeping photos were locked into Song Qingqiao's camera when she had no way of knowing, from smoky blue hair to black hair, it seems that they left such a commemorative photo every night.At the beginning, the drowsiness is sharp and solemn, and later it is calm and wanton. The order of arrangement is chaotic, making people unable to tell the time.The theme of this section is called "Gifts".

A collection of all the photos from the Japan trip, about the sika deer, about the hot spring hotel, and about the neon lights in Osaka.There was a picture of Yin Mu sitting by the window in a bathrobe, smoking a cigarette and watching the night scene below his feet. It was the first time he knew the tenderness in his eyes.Just like the theme "Spark".

On the next section of the road, there will be more faces, more old people and children.Elderly people love to knit in rocking chairs, while children smear mud on people's faces.Inevitably, every picture still has Yin Mu's figure.

"Truth".

Finally, at the end of the exhibition hall, the hanging one is the same size as the one just entered the door, and the protagonist is the same, but the protagonist no longer looks at the sika deer and smiles, but tilts his head away, smiling at the camera and narrowing his eyes. The young man with crescent eyes, red lips and white teeth, his hair on his forehead was slightly lifted by the wind, so happy that he didn't need to express it in words.

What he said at the time was: "Brother Qiao, I really look like you."

Back to the theme - the origin.

More than 100 photos, carefully retouched and color-graded, carefully named and titled, in a seemingly chaotic order, in fact, each photo is in the position set by Song Qingqiao.In this art gallery, a month of sleepless nights finally appeared in front of the eyes of those who pleased.

"Do you like it?" Song Qingqiao came from behind Yin Mu, approaching his origin step by step steadily.

Yin Mu raised his fist and slammed it hard at him, but lost all strength the moment he dropped his hand, barely grabbing his neckline: "How much do you want me to like you?"

How many likes do you need to feel enough?

Song Qingqiao was dumbfounded, and felt that Yin Mu was a little angry, but it was only for a few seconds, and then his stern expression eased, becoming gentle and affectionate.

"Obviously it's your birthday." Yin Mu said, "Just a word of liking is not enough."

Song Qingqiao smiled and took his hand, those warm hands were tightly wrapped around her side: "Enough."

He wasn't a greedy kid at all, he didn't have to ask for more and better returns after giving a lot of things, as long as he felt it was worth it, that was enough.He did this not only for Yin Mu, but also for himself. He found the answer to what he urgently needed to confirm.

When Yin Mu returned home, he was furious: "If you dare to make such a silent noise in the future, I will kill you!"

"You?"

"I just... just ran away from home!"

Song Qingqiao opened the gift with a smile: "Don't dare."

The presents were sent by Mr. Yuan, basically painting tools, I don't know where to find out about them, but I was quite excited to see Song Qing's disguise.The other small bag was sent by grandma, a red string bracelet and two peace charms, prayed for the two grandsons by the old man who eats vegetarian food and prays to Buddha.

"Mr. Yuan never gives presents on my birthday." Yin Mu took the safety amulet and thought about it. The embroidery on the outside looked a little strange, it couldn't be embroidered by grandma herself! ?

"I'll send you off." Song Qingqiao simply gave up and hugged Yin Mu, "I have to see my mother today, so..."

so?

Yin Mu suddenly felt bad.

"Let's fight quickly."

That can't be on the ground!

……

"Boss Yin, it's time for vacation soon." Song Qingqiao lay on Yin Mu's body dripping with sweat, not wanting to get up.

"Brother Qiao, what does origin mean?"

The two people are not right with each other.

"Come back tonight and tell you."

"How many days will the photography start?" Yin Mu asked.

"Five days."

"Are you willing to let me show it to others for five days?"

"It's just the tip of the iceberg. I'll keep all the good ones for myself." Song Qingqiao kissed Yin Mu's neck with a straight face, and got up to take a bath.

"Treacherous." Yin Mu cursed secretly, lying on the sofa unwilling to get up, and covered up her shame with Song Qingqiao's clothes, which were full of sandalwood fragrance.

Damn it.

The author has something to say:

So hypocritical Song Qingqiao...

Such a hypocritical boy doesn't look straight at first glance...