Weird Gacha Machine

It has been two hours since Yin Mu came out, and he has kept a straight face for two hours.

Lu Hengliang didn't care too much, but made Xu Huang anxious.

"I said Mr. Yin, although it's really wrong for Brother Qiao to leave without saying goodbye, you don't have to be so angry, right?"

Brother Qiao left without saying goodbye?Oh, it seems that there is such a thing.When he woke up, he was gone.

"I'm not angry." Yin Mu was definitely not because of this.

"Bullshit, it is generally said that those who are not angry are angry." Xu Huang pushed Lu Hengliang with his elbow, "You should explain it!"

"Ah? Oh, it was Brother Qiao who had an accident at home and rushed back."

"Oh."

Come on, come on, go, you fucking ghosts!Xu Huang completely collapsed, on the one hand was the preoccupied Yin Mu, and on the other was the chronically paralyzed Lu Hengliang.Not to mention Lu Hengliang, this guy has been like this since he was a child, but Yin Mu's appearance of completely ignoring his inner activities makes people feel flustered.

"Could it be that something happened to you last night? Then Brother Qiao pulled up his pants and refused to recognize anyone?!"

Forgive me for layman Huang's brain circuit can only come to this conclusion.

"Tsk." Yin Mu clicked his tongue, "Brother Huang, let me repeat that I'm really not angry, I'm just thinking about something, and it has nothing to do with Brother Qiao."

In fact, Yin Mu was just obsessed with that nightmare. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out who the person who pushed him off the cliff was.

Damn it, if one day I suddenly remembered the appearance of that person, I hope I won't beat him to death.

However, the speed at which people forget dreams is always unbelievably fast. After two days, even everything that happened in the dream is completely forgotten, and I can’t remember what it was like when I was dying. taste.

"Boss Yin, see you at the beginning of school." Xu Huang reluctantly bid farewell to Yin Mu, boarded the flight to City B, and announced the end of the trip.

This time means that the new semester is about to start again.In the future, the chance of meeting Meng Er at school jumped from zero percent to one hundred percent. This span is really scary.

Yin Mu returned to City B a few days earlier, to his rental house.In the empty two-bedroom apartment, the landlord's furniture is quite complete, but very little belongs to the tenant.

Loneliness is not something to be feared, and the only way to get over it is to get used to it.It's like Yin Mu sitting on the balcony and seeing the road next to the downstairs, which is so congested that he can't move forward or back, and he can still crack a few melon seeds and smoke a small cigarette with peace of mind.

It was in high school that he learned to smoke, and Meng Er gave him the first cigarette in his life.Yin Mu likes to go to the bathroom on the top floor of the teaching building. Although there is no dust on the floor tiles there, it is very rough because there are very few people coming and going. It is quiet and has no smell.All in all, it's an ideal place for anything.

Until Meng Er also discovered here.Since then, there will always be a lot of cigarette ash on the squatting seat by the window, but I can't find where the cigarette butts went.After a long time, Yin Mu could even tell from the smell whether Meng Er had just left or had been away for a while.

It was so unfortunate that at the end of the summer vacation when the whole school was making up classes in the third year of high school, the two bumped into each other.Pure white short-sleeved school uniform, tucked into knee-length black shorts, with one hand propped against the chin on the window bank, and the other holding a cigarette in the air.I thought it would be such a bad boy, but it looks like that, more like a junior high school student whose rebellious period has been delayed.

Hello.Meng Er just looked out of the window and said something lightly.

Yin Mu couldn't remember whether he replied at that time, but Meng Er's hand trembling slightly as he passed the cigarette, he remembered quite clearly.

The smoke was bitter and choking, and he accepted such "good intentions" like a ghost at the beginning, which is enough to prove that his rebellious period seemed to be long overdue.

There is no doubt that Menger is indeed a top trick player.

Let this deep "friendship" begin then.

Yin Mu actually laughed out loud after thinking about it, shit friendship, shit Menger, so naive as shameful.

Therefore, when people are unlucky, it is like a godsend.

The last puff of smoke was choked in the throat, like a needle prick or a fire, bringing a strange refreshing feeling, and after spitting it out, I didn't know where it was scattered.The same is true for people, if they are not bound by any effort, they will not know where they are going.

I'm particularly blaming today.

The start of school came quickly, and Yin Mu saw Xu Huang in front of him from a long distance away, and chose to walk away, not wanting to run into him, otherwise he might not be able to leave again.

"No, absolutely not!" Xu Huang was on the phone, "I'm telling you, or you can find someone I trust to be with you, or don't even think about it!"

Yo, rare, brother Huang lost his temper.

Yin Mu stepped into the flower garden beside the main road, ready to step on the lawn to the path.

Still the same sentence, when people are unlucky, it is like a godsend.

"Coincidentally." Meng Er dragged a large suitcase, and met Yin Mu who had just struggled out of the bushes.

Damn, I forgot that this is the dormitory for exchange students.

"Farewell." Sure enough, it was better to go to Brother Huang after weighing it.

"Hey, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Menger's expression remained the same as usual, "I met you on the first day of school, Brother Mu, did you do it on purpose?"

Yin Mu didn't want to talk to him, and arguing with this person would only make him more and more energetic, and he would only get more and more beating up.

"Brother Huang!" Seeing Xu Huang hang up the phone, Yin Mu hurriedly called out and flew forward.

Meng Er dragged the suitcase and sneered, not intending to catch up.

"Boss Yin, how did you get out of there?"

"Don't worry about it, let's go." Otherwise, I will meet the God of Plague later.

Xu Huang didn't ask too much, Brother Huang was very depressed today.

"what happened to you?"

"You're asking, I'm almost suffocating." Xu Huang frowned, "Boss Yin, can you do me a favor?"

"It's quite polite, don't worry about you, just speak directly."

"Just don't you live outside the school all the time? The one you live in is quite close to the Academy of Fine Arts...just..."

? ? ?Academy of Fine Arts.

"What? Song Qingqiao doesn't live in school?"

"He can't live in the school, there are too many people."

"Sure, I can help him find a house."

"It's not about this! I just want to ask you... can you share the rent with him."

"Ah? What do you mean?" It's not that Yin Mu didn't understand Xu Huang's words, but sometimes he had to pretend to be stunned at the right time.

Why can't you, Song Qingqiao, afford to rent a house?

"Just... well, brother Qiao, he can't live alone, and I'm really worried about other people, so I have to ask Mr. Yin for help." Xu Huang rarely put on a serious face.

What, can't live alone?Have no self-care ability?Hire Yin Mu as his nanny?

"No, why don't you go with him?" Yin Mu asked.

"Isn't my schedule different from his... Mr. Yin, I can let him pay all the rent, please!"

"Don't, don't, it's not about money, what about Lu Hengliang?"

"Lu Mao School requires accommodation on campus."

Come on, if the matter can be easily resolved, Xu Huang won't put down his face and ask Yin Mu.

"I have to think about it."

"Boss Yin, if this matter is resolved, you will be my benefactor!"

Yin Mu sat on the sofa at home, staring at the phone in a daze.On the phone interface is the WeChat account of Song Qingqiao that Xu Huang insisted on giving him.If you add it, doesn't it mean that he accepted Xu Huang's proposal and agreed to share the rent with Song Qingqiao?If you don't add it...wouldn't it be quite embarrassing to meet in the future.Xu Huang looked like a fool, but he didn't expect to have some tricks.

In the end the mother is to add or not add ah!

While Yin Mu was still struggling, Song Qingqiao took the initiative to send a friend request.

[Boss Yin, I'm free now, so I can move here directly. 】

【? ? ? 】

【Didn’t Brother Huang say you agreed? 】

[I'm still thinking about it. 】

Then there was no reply for a long time.

【OK】

Then came a message without even punctuation.

【Can I come over and talk to you? 】

【……Fine. 】

Yin Mu posted his location and the house number 3-18-3.

Now I really have no way to disagree.

Within 10 minutes there was a knock on the door, and Yin Mu opened the door with a deep sigh.

If it wasn't for Meng Er who came in with one leg and really wanted to close the door, why didn't he have the habit of looking at the cat's eyes before opening the door?

"Whoever let you in, get out." Yin Mu stood in front of him.

"He can come, why can't I come?" Meng Er's thick-skinned index has not soared for several years.

Song Qingqiao stood behind Meng Er, thinking about it, it should be Meng Er who found the place where Yin Mu lived but didn't know the house number, and when he saw Song Qingqiao coming, he followed up shamelessly.

Just as Yin Mu was about to scold him, Song Qingqiao raised his hand and pulled Meng Er to the ground, then entered the room and locked the door, all movements were done in one go, without any chance to breathe.

Fun!

"Song, you fucking come out to me!" Meng Er started banging on the door.

Song Qingqiao didn't respond the whole time, and lifted up the kraft paper bag in his other hand: "Mr. Yin, do you want supper?"

Brother Joe, you are a fucking talent.

The two of them ate fried beef with peace of mind just because of Meng Er's unremitting slamming on the door.

Song Qingqiao's meals were extremely refined, and he could not make people feel the slightest appetite from his handsome face after eating a small bite for twenty times.

"It turns out that you live in a two-bedroom apartment by yourself," he said.

"...This is the smallest apartment size." Yin Mu replied.

"What about the rent?" Song Qingqiao put down his chopsticks, and a portion of dry fried beef had already condensed into a big noodle pancake.

"2200 a month, pay once a quarter."

"Within budget."

"Wait, I have to ask first, what does Brother Huang mean when you say you can't live alone?" Yin Mu also put down his chopsticks, and looked at each other face to face with him.

"Literally." Song Qingqiao pursed her lips and smiled at him, showing the faint dimples under the corners of her lips that Yin Mu saw for the first time.

This kind of man... Even a man seems to be a fatal existence.

"Then why don't you just live at home, aren't you a local?" Yin Mu continued to ask.

"do not like."

The fart child is used by the family, so willful.

"Then do they know you live outside?"

"have no idea for now."

Song Qingqiao kept staring at Yin Mu and was silent for a long while, and finally had to compromise: "When will you be free to move?"

"The luggage is downstairs."

It was obvious that Yin Mu was calculated to death.Song Qingqiao came here with the determination to convince him.

"First things first, you can't bring people back casually, second, you can't enter the other party's room casually, and third, you can't disturb the other party's private life casually." Yin Mu said, "Then the cleaning will be done once a week by the aunt, and the rent will be paid in the quarter. I have already paid for the water and electricity bills every month, and I will prepare the key tomorrow and give it to you, nothing else matters, OK?"

Song Qingqiao nodded: "Do you smoke at home?"

"up to you."

It took the two of them an hour of chatting and eating supper without talking, and Song Qingqiao received a solid punch in the face after opening the door.Apparently, Meng Er also waited here for an hour.

"Fuck me?" Yin Mu supported Song Qingqiao, who was staggered by the impact of the punch, and couldn't help but swear, "Are you fucking sick!?"

"Brother Mu, you know that I am a man who will take revenge." Meng Er relieved his anger with this punch.

Song Qingqiao touched the numb face from the beating, and found that there was no blood or disfigurement and smiled: "It should."

Yin Mu suddenly had the idea of ​​wanting to see these two fight to the death, and he startled himself: "You're fucking sick, too, and you're still laughing!"

"It's okay, I'm in a good mood today. Brother Meng, you don't want to go back to the dormitory and close the door later." Song Qingqiao patted Yin Mu's hand on his arm, signaling that it's okay, and then turned to look at Meng Er.

It was only now that Meng Er realized that Song Qingqiao was such a difficult character to deal with. This punch relieved the anger just now, and now the anger is on the rise again.

After finally driving Meng Er away, Yin Mu followed Song Qingqiao to the garden behind the building. At this time of night, it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, and Song Qingqiao's luggage was safely placed there.

The little kid is pretty smart.

But this thing is too much, it is three or four times more than all Yin Mu's luggage combined.

"How did you move here?" Yin Mu asked.

"Brother Huang sent me here."

The feeling of being calculated is getting stronger and stronger. I completely underestimated the three of them, Xu Huang, Song Qing, Qiao Lu Hengliang, they are all fucking scheming bitches!

"Hello." Song Qingqiao picked up the phone, "Yes, Boss Yin agreed."

You don't even have to think about who hit it.

"Okay, let's stop talking, let's carry the luggage." Song Qingqiao hung up the phone and showed Yin Mu a smile that could blind the eyes in the dark.

Bah, it's cheap and good-looking.

It took a lot of effort for the two of them to move all the luggage. Yin Mu was so tired that he slumped on the sofa, and began to regret that he had promised to attend Xu Huang's birthday party. The accountability should always be investigated from the very source. .

"By the way, President Yin." Song Qingqiao fiddled with his drawing board, "I saw your ex-girlfriend at the school's orientation office today."

"Huh? You mean Meng Ji?"

"Well, we are sophomores."

The world is too small, there are only a few acquaintances who come and go, and they have to have an intersection if they don't want to have an intersection.

"Oh."

Yin Mu replied, walked to the balcony, and lit a cigarette.Song Qingqiao also came out holding the drawing board.

"Can I put it here?" he asked.

"You don't have to ask me anything."

"it is good."

The night was still as quiet as usual, and Song Qingqiao could be considered a pretty good roommate.I packed all the luggage by myself, made the bed, took a shower, and went to the balcony to paint quietly.What makes a person excellent is that he has a certain amount of advance and retreat, he is able to chat with him when he needs to talk, and he can be quiet when he needs to be quiet.After all, it is not easy to be calm.

When she slept in the middle of the night, Yin Mu opened her eyes in a daze, and found that it was starting to rain in City B, no wonder it was chilly.Looking at the time again, it was already past two o'clock at night.

There was no light coming in through the crack of the door, and it seemed that Song Qingqiao was not the kind of artist who fell into madness and restless.But in the next moment, Yin Mu was slapped in the face.

The man was leaning on the balcony railing to smoke, but the lights in the whole house were not turned on.

"Didn't sleep? Still awake?" Yin Mu poured a glass of water and walked over to join him.

"The mattress is too hard." Song Qingqiao joked.

"That's really wronged you." Yin Mu glanced at the drawing board, which was an oil painting painted directly with paint. The main color was dark, dotted with some bright spots here and there, like a night view of a city from afar.

Straightforward narrative like staying out of the way.

"Go to bed early, don't smoke and you won't be able to fall asleep." He instructed and went back to the house.

The water cup held by the person who entered the room and locked the door was almost broken on the ground due to loss of force.Yin Mu couldn't help trembling all over his body. There was an inconspicuous small medicine bottle on the coffee table that he passed by in the dark just now, which wasn't enough to attract any attention, but he saw it.

It's so familiar, the term learned in professional courses inexplicably came to mind, Paxil.

Antidepressants.

The author has something to say:

Song Qingqiao: Boss Yin, if you can refuse, I'll be the loser.

Xu Huang: Brother Huang leads by a thread, cherish this relationship.

Lu Hengliang: I'm not, I don't, I don't know anything.