Weird Gacha Machine

A few days after the full moon wine, Ren Qi sent Song Qingqiao a message.

[The art test is over. 】

Song Qingqiao was in class at the time, and after receiving the news, she thought about who this person was for a while before she realized that it was his cousin, so she replied: [You can have dinner together after I get out of class. 】

Ren Qi on the other side felt quite flattered.

【OK. 】

[Wait for me in the teaching building. 】

Thus, Ren Qi and Yin Mu met again, and Yin Mu wanted to hide, but was stopped by Ren Qi.

"Don't run away." This little girl has a very cool personality.

Ren Xi naturally knew Yin Mu, after seeing more than 100 photos, anyone could remember this face.

"Are you waiting for Song Qingqiao?" she asked.

Yin Mu laughed awkwardly: "Coincidentally, don't you too?"

"I just finished the exam." Ren Qi said, "Did you see it at the signing party before?"

Yin Mu nodded.

Anyway, both of them lied to each other at the time, and no one is to blame for a tie.

Ren Qi quietly remembered the man behind this idol.

"Boss Yin!" Song Qingqiao came down and saw Yin Mu running in three steps and two steps, and turned to look at Ren Xi on the other side, feeling a little headache, sorry, although he didn't remember what it looked like when he saw it a few days ago ,"……cousin."

Facts have proved that distance produces beauty, and idols in real life are nothing more than this. Facts have proved that fan filters are terrible. Even ordinary behaviors of idols are all masters in the eyes of fans.

Just like Song Qingqiao was eating slowly as usual, in Ren Xi's view, the artist is really strict with himself, he must follow the rules when eating, and chewing twenty down is kind to the stomach.

In fact, he doesn't want to eat, just can't eat.

"How did you play this time?" Song Qingqiao asked.

Ren Qi was admiring it, but he didn't turn his head when asked a question: "Ah...it's okay."

"You've been in a game with me before? What game?"

"City Illustration Competition, Youth Painting Competition, City Garden Art Design Competition."

Gardens... artistic design?

Yin Mu couldn't intervene in their conversation, so he could only listen.

"It's pretty good, why did you lose the ranking?"

Ren Qi lowered his head in shame: "I haven't passed the cultural achievement."

Song Qingqiao was also taken aback, and laughed: "Then I really can't help."

"My mother found a make-up teacher for me, but there were too many missed courses, it was very difficult to make up, and the teacher was not very..." Be patient.

Ren Qi's high school course foundation is almost zero. I don't know what she has been doing for the past three years. She is following Song Qingqiao's footsteps, but not everyone can become a person like Song Qingqiao.

Well, this thing...

"Boss Yin." Xueba sat next to him, "What do you think?"

What to do suddenly called irrelevant people!

"I don't know what to do."

"Help her, she's your cousin."

???

Who's cousin?

Song Qingqiao has her own way of reasoning, first ask, who is Aunt Xiao Xingche?Let me ask again, who said that you will never rebel?Finally, ask, is my business your business?

It's you, it's you, Mr. Yin, you can't escape.

A scheming bitch is still that scheming bitch, and it won't change.

"Liberal arts and science?" Yin Mu asked.

"Liberal arts." Ren Qi replied.

Come on, I can't help even if I want to.

"I'll give you diplomacy in language and mathematics, and I'll do the comprehensive essay." Song Qingqiao smiled and divided the work, "But the tutoring teacher still has to continue, we can only teach you some opportunistic methods."

Who said yes! ! !

This year ends quickly, and when the New Year comes, problems arise.Song Qingqiao seemed to be going back to Lao Song's house for the New Year.This is of course a good thing, but...how can I explain it to Mr. Yuan and grandma.

"I'll find time to go there." Song Qingqiao embraced him, "It's not far away, is it?"

"I don't want to be separated from you."

After the incident with Ms. Zeng last time, Yin Mu had a lot of psychological shadows about the separation.

"Tsk tsk." Song Qingqiao clicked her tongue twice, "I don't even want to say it."

Before leaving, I did not forget to remind: "Remember to go home and find your notes."

Do you have a good memory for this?

It can be said that this year has been extremely difficult, and both grandma and Mr. Yuan are a little disappointed.I remembered that during the Chinese New Year last year, there were dumplings made by Song Qingqiao, and Song Qingqiao took a bath together... This year, there is no fart.

Looking at the Spring Festival Gala, I didn't even receive a New Year greeting.

"Xiao Mu, didn't you break up with Xiao Song, didn't you?" Grandma asked such a thought-provoking question when she got up early in the morning on the first day of the new year.

"No, it's very good." Yin Mu drank the sweet porridge and had no appetite.

"Ding Dong" the doorbell rang.

It must be Aunt Li's family who came to pay New Year's greetings early in the morning.

Yin Mu went to open the door, but when he opened it, there was nothing there. Which family of children came to play pranks early in the morning?

Pretending to close the door, I heard movement in the corridor next to me, and someone whispered, "Happy New Year."

Without even thinking about it, Yin Mujin pulled the slippers and ran over there, hugged the person to find where the lips were, and made an intercourse.

Song Qingqiao was overjoyed, but had to leave the man who had lost his mind, and said, "Someone is here."

Mr. Yuan heard why his son went to open the door and there was no movement. When he came out to look, seeing Song Qingqiao and Yin Mu standing there, he was overjoyed: "I came here early in the morning, and I feel very energetic."

"Don't you want to be a godmother and a godfather?" Song Qingqiao entered the room, "Godmother, you look more beautiful this year than last year, and my prescription seems to be very effective."

"That's what you would say."

Secretary Yin found out that the two women in the family were following Song Qingqiao's advice, and when grandma heard the movement, Wan Yijiao went to greet her god-grandson with her old arms and legs.

"Grandma, happy new year!"

Look, the whole family misses you so much, not just Yin Mu.

The days with Brother Qiao are good days.

Song Qingqiao caught the earliest flight, and he didn't feel tired at all. It was his grandma who coaxed him to rest and said that he would cook a good meal tonight.This year I have been studying cooking in the old courtyard.

"Song Xiangyi wants to rent a house with us." Song Qingqiao said lying on the bed, "My home is too far from the school, and the children are very clingy to me."

"Stick to you? How to stick to you?"

"As sticky as you are now."

He hugged and didn't let go, and touched his whole body up and down, no matter how much he looked, he couldn't get enough of it.

"Then how did you get away?"

"Let's go quietly. He will definitely cry when he finds out. It's none of my business."

Dear uncle, you are cruel enough.

Going home after the new year, Song Xiangyi has already found a house, not renting it, but buying a house directly.Coincidentally, it's Yin Mu's family opposite Auntie's.

When my aunt was selling the house, she said that the college students living across the street were too noisy, and the two men hugged each other after drinking, I don't know what they did.

If you can't stand these things when you are old, you can get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible and strive for a long life.

After everything was taken care of, Xiao Xingche and Zhisui were brought over.In fact, there is another reason for wanting to move out. How can I have a younger sister if I live at home?

Yin Mu suddenly blessed his soul.

"Ms. Song, you are not particularly busy at ordinary times, are you?"

Song Xiangyi smelled something tricky, but he still answered truthfully: "I'm not busy."

"Ren Qi, do you know? You help her make up lessons. She wants to enter the Academy of Fine Arts, but her cultural achievements are not good enough."

Song Xiangyi looked at Song Qingqiao: "I have been away from the college entrance examination for many years, so I can't help you."

Song Qingqiao returned Little Xingche in his arms to him: "If you don't help, we won't open the door if you knock on it."

"Are you being reasonable?"

"Don't talk."

Little Xingche came as soon as he left Song Qingqiao's tears, and his uncle didn't even bat an eye.

"Hey, whose son are you?!" Song Xiang was angry. After having Xiao Xingche, Song Qingqiao also found a good way to attack with curves.

When Ren Qi arrived at the address given by the idol on the first Sunday morning after school started, it was the idol's brother who opened the door.At this time, Song Qingqiao, Yin Mu and Zhisui who were facing each other were having fun with little Xingche.

The three of them sat in front of little Xingche, each holding a toy, watching who the crawling child was going to.The conclusion is that no matter what toy Yin Mu takes, Xiao Xingche will not choose him.

"Your nephew doesn't like me." Yin Mu threw away the toy, and lay on the foam cushion helplessly.

Song Qingqiao picked up the toy and hugged Yin Mu: "Little Xingche, come here."

The child hesitated for a moment, but couldn't bear Song Qingqiao's attraction and crawled over.

"Look, it's not coming."

"Mu, he's afraid of you." Zhisui nodded, affirming herself.

Yin Mu felt even more uncomfortable: "I won't eat him again."

When these words came out, Xiao Xingche's body shook, and he turned his head and crawled towards his mother.

"Not at all as cute as Zhisui." Yin Mu buried his head on Song Qingqiao's shoulder, lost, innocent, and pitiful.

"He's not even afraid of Lu Mao, so why is he afraid of you? It's really strange." Song Qingqiao also couldn't understand this. When he was in Hengliang, he dared to step on his face, Yin Mu was smiling, and he needed a lot of courage to even get close.

"Joe, the phone is ringing." Zhisui's Chinese has improved a lot now, but she still thinks it's more friendly to call her by name, so she doesn't change her name.

"Hey."

Yin Mu was so close that he could hear the other party's voice in the receiver.

"Xiao Song, are you okay?"

"what happened?"

"No, it's just that you haven't visited Miss Zeng recently, so I thought something happened to you."

It's the head nurse.

"It's okay, I'll be here later."

Song Qingqiao hung up the phone, and Yin Mu suddenly remembered that he really hadn't been to the hospital for a long time.

"I went there only last week, and the head nurse asked me to go again." Song Qingqiao stood up and was about to go to the hospital, but Yin Mu held her hand.

Yin Mu's hands trembled a little. If Song Qingqiao went to the hospital, he couldn't have known: "When did you go last week?"

"It's the weekend, didn't I tell you?"

Last weekend, Yin Mu and Song Qingqiao were helping Song Xiangyi move, and they had never been separated at all.

"Brother Qiao, think about it again, did you remember wrongly?"

Song Qingqiao smiled, noticing his abnormality: "Could it be last week?"

He was still in P city last week and didn't come back!

The author has something to say:

Dragging the timeline like crazy =)

do it again

A new storm has appeared~!