Weird Gacha Machine

"He is not someone who can make you give up your life for him." Song Xiangyi said this to Yin Mu.

Because Song Qingqiao really had no choice, he could stay at home, but he didn't know how to communicate with Yin Mu anymore, he needed to use his own method to solve the problem, but the solution had nothing to do with Yin Mu.In short, under the same roof, he can still be alone.Therefore, I can only ask Song Xiang for help.

"You are still young and so outstanding, why not?" Song Xiangyi could see that he hadn't slept all night, and sighed, "Needless to say, you know the seriousness of the problem, you have to think for yourself."

"If I don't care about him, who cares about him?"

Just like that, he refuted back in front of his own brother.

"There's a doctor, and there's me." Song Xiang didn't feel annoyed, although he couldn't empathize with Yin Mu, at least he could understand.

He can understand how Yin Mu feels at this moment.

"You have made up your mind to stick to him now, but you can't tell in the future. If you slap your ass and leave at that time, he will be even more unacceptable." Song Xiangyi said, "Don't tell me it's impossible, in the future You can't be sure about things, I always plan for the worst."

"Then do you guarantee that you will stay with him all the time?"

"I'm his elder brother. You can leave whenever you want, but I can't."

Yin Mu became confused for a moment, what was the relationship between him and Song Qingqiao in the eyes of other people?It's so irrelevant and worthless.

"I'm not saying that I'm doing it for your own good, so I don't want you to be disdainful. I just ask you a question. What can you do for him now?" Song Xiangyi patted the back of his head, "Listen to my brother's advice, leave him first."

Things have a cause and development, but a result is missing.But this result is often foreseeable in advance and unsatisfactory.

Yin Mu stood at the door of the house, unwilling to unlock and enter the house for a long time. He didn't enter the password in a hurry until some strange sounds came from inside.

I don't know how long Kuang Nan has been here, anyway, he is sitting on the ground now, looking like he has fallen badly.

"What's wrong!?" Yin Musan stepped forward to help him up.

It was obvious that the impact just now was the sound of Kuang Nan being thrown out of the room by Song Qingqiao with great strength. The throw hurt quite badly. Kuang Nan landed on his buttocks, hit his head on the wall, and stared at him.

"Ask him yourself." Kuang Nan straightened his glasses and touched the back of his head, a big lump protruding, "What a bad temper, I'm fucking quitting!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingqiao immediately opened the door, and came over here with fists clenched.

"Don't, don't, go back to the room and calm down." Yin Mu stopped Song Qingqiao, turned around and gave Kuang Nan a wink, "Let's go first."

Kuang Nan naturally knew that he couldn't stand Song Qingqiao, so he picked up his bag and left.

Song Qingqiao broke free from Yin Mu's shackles, stretched out her long legs and kicked a chair by the dining table down, the wooden armchair hit the tiles hard, the sound was muffled and loud.

Those downstairs who didn't know it thought the house was demolished above.

"Go back to the room and stay." Yin Mu half dragged him back into the room, and then helped up the chair, and there was another sound of smashing things in the room.

Song Qingqiao smashed his drawing board in half, and the things on the table were scattered all over the place. Scanners, sketches, brushes, paints, everything in the whole room was thrown into a mess, and the bed sheets were covered with colorful.

As if he couldn't stop, he picked up the drawing board and wanted to smash it, but Yin Mu stopped him.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry."

It's impossible to say it's not scary, it's too scary, Yin Mu trembled all over, and even the palm of his hand that patted Song Qingqiao's back couldn't help sweating.

At first Song Qingqiao was still struggling, but Yin Mu hugged him around his neck. He had nothing to do with it. After finally hugging him for a while, Song Qingqiao didn't make any big movements. sharp.

No, not just trembling, he was crying.

Yin Mu wanted to let go of him, but as soon as he took his hand off, the man's waist was tightly bound by the man, with so much strength that he couldn't move.While clinging desperately, he desperately pressed on his body, as if trying to press someone into his body.

Gradually, Yin Mu felt wet through a thin layer of cloth on his shoulders.

"It's okay, good boy." He whispered softly in the man's ear.

It didn't help much, and she still couldn't stop crying, but on the one hand, Yin Mu also wanted to tell herself that she was fine for the time being, and since she didn't choose to leave, she had to get used to it if she stayed.

Song Qingqiao, who fell into bipolar disorder, worked very hard, not only for himself, but also for the people around him.The reason for the illness was simply because Kuang Nan asked him when the manuscript was going to be handed in.Suddenly, his temples were throbbing, and he felt uncontrollably irritable, and felt that the whole world was asking him: When will you finish painting?What are these things you drew? !Your previous work was so good, how did it become like this now?Could it be plagiarism? !Was he really such a useless person?No matter how old you are, you will be exhausted, right?

All the accusations and insults surged in his mind, and Kuang Nan's puzzled expression became ferocious.

"I didn't mean to urge you..." Before he could finish speaking, Song Qingqiao opened the door and threw it out like trash.

Before Kuang Nan regained consciousness, the door was closed hard and hard, and the whole house shook three times.

Song Qingqiao hugged Yin Mu and cried for a long time. It should be said that he didn't even know why he was crying, but he was restless and urgently needed to vent. Throwing and smashing things could only relieve him for a while, and then there were more attacks that could not be resolved. The grievance, the pain.

Tears are endless. When you are tired from crying, take a break and start to flow again.Later, I cried not only for painting, but also for many trivial matters. Thinking of each one made me feel uncomfortable, the pain was infinitely magnified, and I couldn't breathe.

After taking the medicine, Song Qingqiao lay back on the bed as if exhausted, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to paint anymore."

Meaningless, painting is no longer something to be passionate about and proud of for him. His talent and hard work have festered in his empty mind with the attack of illness.

"Okay, no painting." Yin Mu promised him.

"I don't want to do anything."

Yin Mu let him stay alone, but he didn't close the door of his room completely, leaving a gap to see what he was doing inside.The answer is that he does nothing but smoke a cigarette and stare blankly at the wall.

One cigarette after another, almost never broken.Yin Mu was sitting on the sofa watching TV, staring at him from time to time.This feeling of being watched would definitely not be pleasant, and Song Qingqiao changed her clothes and came out just when Yin Muhuang was falling asleep.

"Where are you going?" Yin Mu grabbed him.

"The cigarettes are gone, go buy some."

"I will go with you."

Song Qingqiao didn't refuse, logically speaking, he believed that they had broken up now.What Yin Mu said, as long as he doesn't leave the room, it's fine, and if he doesn't say whether to break up or not, it's equivalent to acquiescing.

Yin Mu kept a step away from him, and when he walked to the convenience store, Song Qingqiao received a call.

After a couple of hums, it was cut off, and then turned around and walked in the other direction.

"Where are you going?" Yin Mu asked.

"See Lu Hengliang, go back quickly."

I'm worried.This can't be said out loud, why should he be worried when the two brothers meet.

"Then...remember to come back early."

He needs to go out and get in touch with people more, plus taking medicine, there won't be a big problem... right?As a medical student, Yin Mu encountered a real case for the first time, and had considerable doubts about his professional knowledge.

However, the reality was not as beautifully assumed. When Song Qingqiao came back, the sky was bright and the distance was pale.A dislocated arm hangs, a few horrific scratches on his neck, and his face is... disfigured.Among them, the brow bone was peeled, one nostril was stuffed with a tissue, and the upper lip was swollen into a small pink bump. The whole person was very disfigured, and the messy hair was even stained with some sticky objects, and the white clothes were stained. It was yellow, and the wet spots clung to him.

There was a smell of hogwash all over his body.

"Is this... fell into the ditch?"

Song Qingqiao moved the injured arm, it didn't seem to be dislocated, but she simply didn't want to move it, and was too lazy to lift it up, saying: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Well, it has nothing to do with me, you can solve it yourself." Yin Mu lay back on the sofa and continued to sleep, when he heard the door being slammed heavily, he felt uncomfortable.

Why do you have to be so strict, as if someone is trying to harm him, even if you feed the dog with good intentions, the dog will yell at you twice.

Song Qingqiao is really nothing.

The people in the nest room really don't feel that they need to be cared about. They say it hurts. They don't feel much, but they are very annoyed to see themselves like this.

Embarrassed, unbearable.

After smoking a cigarette, I felt alive again. I went out to take a shower, and as soon as I opened the door, the person lying on the sofa opened his eyes vigilantly, looked up at him, closed them and continued to sleep.

The hot water hit Song Qingqiao's face, seeping in from the wound on the brow bone, and the pain was refreshing.The arm was hit by a sap, hitting the bone, and the blood under the skin was stained in a large area.

He numbly pressed on the center of the bruise, it hurt, but he still wanted to be alive.He himself doesn't know whether he wants to get better or doesn't want to get better. This disease afflicts people and stays with them for a lifetime. Either you control it, or it controls you in reverse.When it gets better, it is natural that you control it, and as long as you live, you will be followed for as long as possible, and you will not be able to survive.It's better to get up and get over it sooner.

This idea is very dangerous.His previous outburst in the third year of high school stemmed from this dangerous idea.

"Have been washing for half an hour, come out quickly." Yin Mu knocked on the door, "I'll give you another 10 minutes, if I don't come out, I'm going to break in."

Song Qingqiao didn't bother to answer, looked at the person in the mirror and laughed.

He is not qualified to die, otherwise it would be too difficult for some people outside, including Yin Mu of course.

The author has something to say:

Song Qingqiao came out and was beaten :)

This sick man is really bad :)