Weird Gacha Machine

Song Qingqiao's room was divided into two floors, because he insisted that the bed should be far away from the work place, so that it would neither affect work nor sleep, so there was only a large, soft and thick tatami mat on the upper floor. It was sent to him by Song Xiangyi when he was in Japan, in Ukiyo-e style.The walls of the entire room are the original color of the cement, and there are graffiti when his inspiration springs up in places that are not blocked by things, and his personal color is very strong.

Speaking of which, the fall from the stairs was not easy, and the buttocks landed on the ground. There was not much meat on the buttocks, so it knocked the bones.

Lu Hengliang entered the room and turned on the light. Immediately, bright light filled the whole room. Song Qingqiao should have been nestled in the dark for a few days. When he saw the light, he was like a vampire seeing the sun. His eyes almost went blind.

"Close." He covered his eyes that hurt from the light.

Lu Hengliang also agreed to turn off the lights, because he felt flustered seeing the mess all over the floor.All the trophies in Song Qingqiao's large cabinets were smashed, leaving none of them.The glass ones were basically broken in two, and the more serious ones were probably incompletely pieced together. The metal ones were also criticized, some were broken, and some were smashed out of the hole.There are only a few of particularly good quality left, and they are still lying on the ground and lingering.

Not to mention people, wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt, plaid pajama pants, and barefoot.His whole body smelled of cigarettes and wine, his hair was messed up and knotted, and his stubble was not taken care of in time.

"Who smashed it?" Lu Hengliang realized that he asked a mentally retarded question, "Oh, Lao Song."

Song Qingqiao went upstairs: "Don't stay below, it's annoying."

In fact, the upstairs is not much better, the windows are open and the hot air is pouring in, and the smell of cigarettes is more pungent than downstairs, and there are seven or eight cigarette boxes piled up beside the bed.There were pools of blood on the quilt, and blood-stained toilet paper was also thrown randomly all over the ground, complementing the wine bottles.

Decadent beyond words.

Lu Hengliang turned off the light, and the two of them plunged into the darkness again. Through the street lamp light coming in from the window, he could barely see the man's haggard and slovenly appearance.

"Why did you go home like this?"

Song Qingqiao nestled back on the bed, lit a cigarette: "What are you doing here?"

"understand situation."

"Go to Zhisui, don't bother me."

Lu Hengliang looked at him very strangely: "What's the matter with this blood?"

Song Qingqiao glanced at the quilt with half-closed eyes: "Don't worry about it."

Unable to find out what was going on, Lu Hengliang sat on his bed and said, "I know it's definitely not your fault."

"You do not know."

"Pack up and go out, I haven't had dinner yet."

"Don't go."

Lu Hengliang found the unfinished bottle of wine, raised his head and took a few big gulps, and said, "That's enough."

After using up Song Qingqiao's cigarettes and alcohol, he wouldn't go out if he didn't believe it.

"Lu Mao, if I die, what will you do?" He asked suddenly.

As clumsy as Lu Hengliang, he replied, "I never thought about it."

"Then think about it now."

Time passed bit by bit, no one spoke, one seemed to be really thinking, one seemed to be really waiting.

"I can't figure it out." Lu Hengliang was the first to uselessly break the weird silence.

"My death should be a good thing for you." Song Qingqiao laughed sourly, "Since you were young, you hated me too, didn't you?"

"It was only when I was a child, not now."

"They're going to take me to the hospital." Song Qingqiao's thoughts jumped to another place.

As far as he is concerned, he doesn't feel pain at this moment, it's just that he is so lonely that it permeates every inch of his blood and perfuses his whole body.But it would be great if these lonely particles could flow out together with the blood, then drain all the blood on the body, and then inject fresh ones, it would be fine if there are no lonely ones.

If you go to the hospital, can you do it?

"I was sick and beat him. I don't know why, but it was just a trophy." He talked endlessly, as if he was thinking of where to say, "President Song stopped me and was injured. I didn't It doesn't deserve to stay by your side, does it?"

"You go, I want to be alone." He ordered Lu Hengliang to leave.

Lu Hengliang didn't say anything else, he was the one who could do nothing, he couldn't help anything, and he didn't even know how to reply to the question.

When Song Xiangyi came back, he ran into Lu Hengliang who had just come out of the house.

"Is he okay?" Song Xiangyi asked.

"not good."

"Okay, you go home first, I will solve it."

Lao Song was temporarily out of danger, but was pushed by Song Qingqiao. There was no major physical problem, the main reason was that he was out of breath and had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.Fortunately, he was sent to the doctor in time and saved his life.Song Xiangyi suffered a lot when he blocked Song Qingqiao, stepped on some glass shards, and was beaten a few times.He has always known that Song Qingqiao fights fiercely, but he has never made a move against him. This time it was an accident and no one could control it.

"He's just sick." He repeated this to Zhisui.

Zhisui knew that Song Qingqiao was sick, but he didn't know what kind of illness it was.When she was pushed outside the door and heard the smashing, cursing, roaring, and all the uncontrollable sounds inside, she could only squat outside in fear, covering her ears and crying.

Then the sound disappeared, and the ambulance came and took the old man away. The husband followed him to the hospital and asked her to take good care of her younger brother.

But what about my brother?Locked in the room, I didn't eat a single grain of rice for two whole days.

"He's just sick, it's all caused by the illness, it's not his fault." Song Xiangyi looked at her and said firmly.He is not only trying to convince Zhisui, but also brainwashing himself.

It was the illness that controlled Song Qingqiao, not Song Qingqiao's fault.

"We have to send him to a regular hospital for treatment, so he will get better and go back to how he was before."

Chiho could only nod blankly.

Song Xiangyi went to find Song Qingqiao. When Lu Hengliang left just now, Song Qingqiao didn't see him off, so the door was unlocked.

Walking upstairs, I saw Song Qingqiao sitting on the ground, smashing a wine bottle, and scratching a piece of glass on his arm one by one.It took a lot of strength, and with one stroke, tiny drops of blood oozed out, until the whole arm was bloody.

"What are you doing?" Song Xiangyi asked him.

The man continued as if he hadn't heard it.

"Old Song is fine, don't blame yourself too much, it was him who was wrong first."

"I'm doing an experiment." Song Qingqiao suddenly replied, "Is there anything else in the experimental blood?"

"The results of it?"

"How could he know about my mother?" It was this endless communication again.

"It seems that he was contacted by the hospital."

"Will he also send me to a mental hospital when he wakes up?"

Song Xiangyi squatted in front of him and spread his hands: "Give me the things, and I'll tell you."

Song Qingqiao obediently put the glass piece in his hand: "Anyway, the experiment is over."

"I'll take you there. With your current situation, you can't control it just by taking medicine."

Wait a minute.

"Have you taken your medicine these two days?"

Song Qingqiao looked at him with blank eyes, did not speak, and did not know where her thoughts had wandered.

That night, Song Xiangyi stayed with Song Qingqiao all the time, and the two of them talked all night without saying a word.

The next day, it rained heavily.The torrential rains in summer tend to come and go quickly.Song Qingqiao took a shower under someone's supervision, barely cleaned herself up, and got into the car.

He was in the co-pilot, looking out the window dumbly, but the nerves in his mind were tense: "How can the hospital's instruments accurately find my pain?"

Even he couldn't find it himself.Pain has eroded him for too long, so long that he is numb and no longer noisy.In the hospital, with the cold machines and pale data, how to accurately define the pain that spreads all over the body, all skin, all blood vessels, and all organs?

After going through the hospitalization procedures, Song Xiangyi followed the doctor's instructions and took Song Qingqiao for an examination.

During the pulse detection, the electric current enters Song Qingqiao's body from the patches on the neck and wrist, stimulates the nerves in the brain, and obtains the data.

He was restless, in pain, and wanted to escape.

If it wasn't for Song Xiangyi, it would be difficult to stick to the last item.

After the examination, I went to the inpatient ward. There was still a patient in this room, a 17-year-old boy.But Song Qingqiao didn't have time to pay attention to him, he didn't have the energy to do anything now, his whole body became stiff from nervousness, and his chest felt so tight that he wanted to vomit.

The nurse came in and gave him an injection before he calmed down a bit.

"I don't want to stay here."

Song Xiangyi was stunned for a moment, and said: "I will come every day, you can tell me who you want to see, and I will try my best to bring them to see you."

After the infusion was infused, Song Qingqiao fell asleep.

Song Xiangyi has been busy with a lot of things in the past few days, and now he thought of notifying Yin Mu when he was free, but the phone couldn't be turned on anyway.

"I'll lend it to you." The child in the next bed handed over his mobile phone and smiled at him.

"It's okay, don't worry about charging for a while." Song Xiangyi looked at him, "What's the matter with you?"

"Manic." The child was grinning, not at all like saying that he was sick.

"What's your name? We may see each other often in the future. My surname is Song, and we are close friends."

"My name is Feng Yang. Where's your brother? What's his name?"

"Song Qingqiao." Song Xiangyi pointed out the name on the medical record to him.

"Oh, bipolar disorder."

Maybe after staying in the hospital for a period of time, I am familiar with all kinds of diseases.

"How long have you been here?"

"It's been almost two months. I'm so happy that I don't have to go to high school." Feng Yang smiled with two canine teeth, and his skin was a healthy wheat color. He looked very sunny.

If not sick.

"I'll make a phone call, and we can chat with you later, shall we?" Song Xiangyi also smiled at him.

The child nodded.

"Hey, is it convenient for you to talk over there?" Song Xiangyi asked.

"It's convenient, why haven't I been able to contact you these two days?"

"Something happened, it's hard to say on the phone, how long will you be back?"

Yin Mu was extremely anxious, and went to the balcony with his mobile phone: "If you have anything to say, hurry up!"

He was a bit at a loss for being such a fierce Prime Minister Song.

"It's...that Song Qingqiao...he's hospitalized."

The author has something to say:

Bad old Songtou is very bad~!

I hope you will take care of those around you.

I wish you all good health.