Weird Gacha Machine

The wind in December is violent and impetuous, like knives gouging out a person's face one by one, finding any gap, they go all over the body, and no one is spared.

Song Qingqiao is not afraid of the cold, he just doesn't like the feeling of being tormented by the strong wind, as if blood can be seen when it is scraped across his delicate cheeks, and these hot blood beads freeze on the face before they hit the ground.So wanton and helpless.

He was walking in the wind, and the snow accumulated on his shoulders did not stay for a moment before slipping back to the dust.Because taxis do not enter the hospital, they have to walk in from the road.

There was already an old gentleman standing outside the operating room, straight and anxious, pacing back and forth for a while, and coughing a few times in the panic-stricken corridor from time to time, resounding throughout the floor.

"Dad." Song Qingqiao greeted him, hoping he didn't come too late.

Song Chengying nodded slightly to him as a greeting, and then continued to walk, anxious.

"How long has it been since you've been in?" Song Qingqiao sat down on the bench, he wasn't in a hurry.

"It's been almost two hours." The old man looked at his watch and sighed, maybe he felt that the time passed too slowly, why there is no news yet.

Song Qingqiao stopped talking, not knowing what to say to calm the old man's emotions, on the one hand, he also knew that it would be useless to talk too much, the old man thought he talked too much, if he didn't understand current affairs at this time, he would hit himself with a gun Mouth, it's better to shut up.

Finally, at [-]:[-] in the morning, there was the first cry of a child, then the second, and then the third.

The three men of the Song family heaved a sigh of relief.

Song Xiang was escorted in the operating room, kissed Zhisui's pale, sweat-covered forehead, and tightened the woman's tired hand: "Okay, okay, the child is fine."

Who knows what a thrilling hour or so it was just now. The baby's head was stuck and he was almost suffocated by the amniotic fluid. After being successfully released, he was like a dead baby, and his whole body was gray and blue.As soon as the doctors and nurses were busy, the child's buttocks were red and swollen, and then he let out a cough, followed by crying.Fortunately, he was safe and sound.

But for Song Xiangyi, Zhisui was the one who cared more about him. The little girl was lying on the operating table, crying so hard that she couldn't make a sound.

"Go back to the ward and have a good rest. We'll go see him when he's recovered." Song Xiangyi only held the child for Zhisui to take a look at, and then handed the child over to the nurse to take him away.

The newborn child's face is wrinkled and unattractive.

"It's a boy." The nurse carried the baby out of the operating room and explained to Song Chengying who had been waiting outside for four or five hours.

Boy, Lao Song's family has another boy.

Song Qingqiao patted the old gentleman on the shoulder: "Go and see Zhisui."

When he arrived at the ward, Song Xiangyi twisted a warm towel and wiped Zhisui's face. The childish little girl had something different in her body after becoming a mother for the first time.

"Zhisui, thank you for your hard work." Song Chengying smiled at her.

Chiho shook his head, indicating that it was okay.

"I've already chosen a name, Song Xingche, does it sound nice?" Song Xiangyi asked Zhisui, even though Zhisui didn't understand what it meant, she still nodded with a smile.

In short, the name chosen by the teacher is naturally good.

[Mother and child are safe. 】Song Qingqiao sent a message to Yin Mu, but that person was still waiting at home.

Without waiting for a reply, a phone call came in.

"Xiao Song, come here quickly, Miss Zeng is dying!" The head nurse called.

...It's about to die, what do you mean?

Song Qingqiao didn't have time to think about it, so she said goodbye and went to another hospital.The taxi driver thought it was too far away, so he stopped when he was several hundred meters away from the hospital.

He had no choice but to pay the money, and then ran inside by himself. At this time, he no longer knew what the wind was blowing on his face and body, only the sound of his heart beating like a drum in the silent night.

One short night, yet so long.In and out of the two hospitals, it was a completely different mood.

The head nurse stood guard outside the operating room and saw Song Qingqiao rushing over and said, "Well, it's time to come. I'm not out of danger yet, so wait a little longer."

Song Qingqiao looked at the blood that spread all the way to the closed operating room door with fear.

"Why...suddenly..." He wanted to take a few breaths, but his heart was clenched tightly. Lying inside was his mother who was not out of danger.

Zeng Ruoyu committed suicide by slitting his wrist at night. He didn’t know when he secretly hid the shards of porcelain and cut his wrist silently under the quilt. It wasn’t until the room-finding nurse approached and saw the quilt was stained with blood that he discovered it. It happened, but at that time the whole bed was almost half soaked.

"We have indeed checked carefully, and it is impossible to leave any sharp objects in the ward." The head nurse explained, but it is useless for her to argue with this incident in the hospital, "not to mention that during this time she The state is as usual, who would have thought..."

She only cares about patients, but doesn't treat them. It's hard to say what's going on in the operating room now.

Song Qingqiao slumped on the chair exhaustedly. The cold chair surface penetrated into the crevices of his bones and made him chill. He was helpless and hopeless for a while, and had nothing to say.The phone vibrated desperately in the coat pocket, unable to take it out.

The sparks that had been rekindled in my heart after all the hard work were extinguished in the blink of an eye, and there was no possibility of rekindling.

"...Brother Joe."

The voice seemed to come from the distant sky, echoing in the empty valley where he was.

I don't know how long it has been, but when he stood up, his bones cracked twice, his legs were so numb that he was about to fall to the ground when he stood up.

Not soon, but already.

But before he fell to the ground, Yin Mu supported him and held him tightly in his arms.

"Sit down." Yin Mu helped him back to the seat, hurriedly brought some drinks, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to the man's mouth, "Swallow."

It took Song Qingqiao a while to come back to his senses: "Why are you here?"

"I was a little worried, so I came here." Yin Mu didn't answer many phone calls, and didn't reply to the messages he sent. Generally, there is only one possibility that Song Qingqiao is here with Zeng Ruoyu. Fortunately, I still know this about him.

"Are Zeng Ruoyu's family members?" A doctor came out of the operating room.

"I'm."

"The patient is out of danger and will be transferred back to the general ward later."

Song Qingqiao's frozen limbs gradually warmed up, and her tightly gripped heart relaxed a little.

Yin Mu didn't ask what happened or why it happened, because he knew that even Song Qingqiao himself might not know the reason, so why bother.

All he can do is just be with him.

"You go back." Song Qingqiao said suddenly.

Yin Mu was stunned, and asked, "Can't I stay here?"

"Farewell, it's not good for her to wake up and see you."

So why do you have to drive people away now?

Yin Mu was speechless, took his hand and rubbed it in his palm, it was always not warm: "Just sit for a while, it's okay."

Song Qingqiao looked up at him, with a cold face, she was really frightened, and said, "I'm staying with her in the hospital during this time, and I won't go back."

"Okay, remember to eat on time." Yin Mu paused, and wanted to ask how long this time would last, but couldn't ask, "When I miss you, can I come to you?"

Song Qingqiao lowered her eyes, was silent for a long time, and said, "Be patient."

It was the first time that Yin Mu had such a strange feeling, that the person in front of him was strange and strange, and even the words he said were so indifferent and ordinary.It seemed that this was the real Song Qingqiao, the one who made such an expression and said such words was the real him.

What about him before?What's going on again?People are multi-faceted, and you can discover something when you get in touch with them more. Just like no matter how perfect and supreme an impeccable person, there are still some bad roots.The same is true for Song Qingqiao, but Yin Mu never imagined that there would be such a big contrast between the opposites in his personality.

He wanted to say, it's too tiring to suffer alone, let me accompany you, but Song Qingqiao didn't give him the possibility to say this, and Zeng Ruoyu knew what outsiders looked like, so there was no room for discussion.

"At least let me leave after dawn, right? There are no cars outside at this point." Yin Mu clasped his weak hand, and touched his protruding phalanx with his fingertips, caressing it carefully.

Song Qingqiao didn't speak, she buried her head and didn't know what she was thinking.

"You must like her very much." Yin Mu smiled and talked with him, and he couldn't let him think about it alone at this time, "Can you tell me about it? What kind of person is Miss Zeng?"

Song Qingqiao still didn't answer, as if she didn't hear it.

"Don't you like her?" Yin Mu continued to ask.

"I like it." He finally said, "She is more beautiful than everyone else."

"She will dance for me at home, and she can also sing. She is obviously a caged bird, but she is still so happy."

Song Qingqiao spoke very slowly, with the deep sadness and helplessness in her tone on the surface, it was not even sweet to recall.

"She likes Deputy Commander Song very much, doesn't she?" Yin Mu thought, being imprisoned can make him happy, it must be because of love.

Song Qingqiao looked up at him. His eye sockets were a bit deep, like the eyes of Westerners, but they were black and bright. He said, "It's just a one-sided liking."

Can't ask for it.Heartbreaking sorrow.

The only thing Song Chengying likes and loves is the late wife, Song Xiangyi's mother, whose name they don't even know.

"She likes you too, right?" How can there be a mother who doesn't love her child, but the way they love each other is different. Zeng Ruoyu must also like Song Qingqiao, right?

Song Qingqiao let out a sneer between his lips and teeth, which passed by in a flash, almost uncaught by Yin Mu.

"What do you think?" He asked such a question, making it difficult to figure out.

In fact, the answer has already been stated, and it can be summed up in a simple conclusion that I don't like it.The reason is complicated. The life she gave Song Qingqiao came from her love for Song Chengying. Naturally, Song Qingqiao's love for her is not the same as Song Chengying's love for her, so this love is meaningless to her.

Whether Song Qingqiao loves her or not is not important to her.But she understands, so she is confident, self-willed and savage, and she spreads all her arrogance and violence on children.It's just because Song Qingqiao loves her.

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