Weird Gacha Machine

Yin Mu returned to City B about ten days before school started, which was actually the second day after Song Xiangyi called him.

When I returned to the rental house, it was still the same as before I left.It's just that Yin Mu felt a little exhausted for a while. For everyone, it was a good thing for Song Qingqiao to go to the hospital for treatment. At least the hospital could give him more systematic, comprehensive and even professional management.But he just felt a sense of powerlessness, bitterness started from the tip of his tongue, and then spread to his internal organs, this overly bitter taste made him want to cry.

After adjusting his mood, he packed Song Qingqiao's things and took some change of clothes.Walking to the balcony, I found Song Qingqiao's new drawing board standing there, with a semi-finished picture on it.With a black and blue base, a window is open and some dreamy light shines in. The purple galaxy outside the window is magnificent. Inside the window sits a man smoking a cigarette with his head up. He has no facial features, and it is only by the outline that one can tell who is in the painting.

He said he didn't want to paint anymore.But he still picked up the pen in the time of lovesickness, and used colors to trace the phantom in his mind little by little.There is a book on the bedside, Plato's "Utopia", see page 150, I don't know if I still remember what I read before.

Yin Mu felt his throat tighten for a while, and his nose felt sore like being choked by smoke, rushing towards Tianling Gai.

Forget it, go to the hospital quickly, there is no time for him to be hypocritical.

According to Song Xiangyi's address and ward number, he found the place, but hesitated at the door.This is a large hospital in the city center, and there are many people coming and going. The dozens of wards on this floor alone are full of all kinds of mental patients.

"To see a patient?" Feng Yang, who came back from the outside, looked at the man standing outside the ward with an anxious expression on his face, "I shared a room with him, he seemed to have gone for a check-up before he left, and I don't know if he's back yet. "

The child talked to himself and helped Yin Mu open the door of the ward.

The curtain on Song Qingqiao's side was drawn tightly, and it seemed that the inspection had been completed.Because he said that he didn't want to see the light and felt it hurt his eyes, so he pulled the curtains when he woke up in the morning.Although it didn't play a big role, it can still be escaped psychologically.

"Patient, your friend is here." Feng Yang called him. They were not very close, but mania must be more active. Last night, after chatting with Song Qingqiao for a while, the patient called him .

There was no sound from inside the curtain, Yin Mu opened the curtain and went in, and said with a smile, "Brother Qiao, do you miss me?"

Song Qingqiao sat on the bed in a big hospital gown, her face was white, and she burst into tears when she heard Yin Mu's voice.Frightened, Dou Da's teardrops fell like broken threads, Yin Mu hurriedly threw the bag on the ground and hugged him: "But our little Qiao Qiao was wronged."

Song Qingqiao rested her chin on his shoulder, hugging him desperately with both hands, crying so hard that she couldn't speak a word.

"Okay, okay, I'm back now, be good." Yin Mu patted him on the back and whispered softly in his ear.

I don't know how tired that person was during the time he left, crying like a child, pitiful and emaciated.He wasn't even hysterical, just a tiny whimper.

After crying for half an hour, Yin Mu never thought that Song Qingqiao had so many tears to shed, and a large area was wet on his shoulders, but he still hugged him and refused to let go, for fear that he would disappear once he let go. like.

"I kiss you, stop crying, okay?"

When it was applied to Song Qingqiao's lips, it was full of the salty smell of tears, and when it penetrated into it, there was a bitter taste of medicine, which was very bitter, but compared to the one that cried just now, it was nothing.

After the kiss, Song Qingqiao managed to calm down and said, "I just woke up today, and I was dragged to get an injection before I brushed my teeth."

"Injection?" Yin Mu looked at him a little funny.

"Blood drawn, several tubes were drawn." Song Qingqiao was sobbing, and it took him a long time to finish a sentence, "Give it back to my head, put something on it, and measure the brain waves."

Yin Mu touched his pale face: "Haven't you eaten yet? I'll go buy you something to eat."

"Song Xiangyi, let's go."

Hey, why haven't you come back after going there for more than half an hour?

In fact, Song Xiangyi came back early, but Song Qingqiao had been crying inside since Feng Yang said that someone had come, so he knew that Yin Mu had come, so he didn't dare to disturb them, and sat quietly outside waiting.

Hearing that the inside was almost finished, he opened the curtain, Song Qingqiao was still leaning on Yin Mu, the snot and tears were wiped clean, only the two red and swollen eyes stood out on that face.

"Dinner, Zhisui made it."

A small three-layer lunch box, three dishes and one soup, considering Song Qingqiao's appetite, Song Xiangyi didn't bring him much, two fried lotus root boxes, a small portion of boiled green vegetables, a small portion of steamed pork ribs with glutinous rice, and corn and yam Rib soup, even the rice is steamed black rice.A lot of effort has been made.

Feng Yang was drooling while holding the boxed lunch he bought downstairs, and drooling over Song Qingqiao's meal.

In turn, Song Xiangyi took out another big lunch box, which was for Yin Mu. He had expected that this person would definitely come to Song Qingqiao when he arrived in City B, and he didn't care about the meal.

"I'm going out for a while." Song Xiangyi left with another bag.

"Children, come over to eat together?" Yin Mu smiled at Feng Yang, who was eating by himself.

The three of them huddled together on the small table of Song Qingqiao's bed, and Yin Mu put a lotus root box for Feng Yang: "You can eat whatever you want, you're welcome."

Song Qingqiao glanced at the child displeasedly, and asked Yin Mu, "Why don't you pinch me?"

"Pick it up for you, eat more, and there will be a reward for eating all of it."

Feng Yang's eyes wandered over their faces, wondering, today's patient is not the same patient as yesterday's patient at all, is today's patient a fake patient, or yesterday's patient is a fake patient?

Thinking about it, thinking about it, I almost got myself into it.

"What should I do when school starts?" Yin Mu asked him.

"I don't know, I don't want to stay here." Song Qingqiao said.

"See a doctor obediently, won't everything be cured when the illness recovers?" Yin Mu stroked his hair, "I'll ask Song Xiangyi what's his plan this afternoon."

Turning his head, Yin Mu looked at Feng Yang again: "My child, where are your family members?"

Feng Yang was busy eating, so he answered casually: "They let me fend for myself in the hospital."

Well, how could you speak so calmly.

After eating, Yin Mu cleaned the lunch box and packed it up, but Song Xiangyi hadn't come back yet.He still has a lot of things to ask and he doesn't know who to ask. Could it be that he asked Song Qingqiao?

In the afternoon, the nurse came to give Song Qingqiao water, and a thin needle was inserted into his blue blood vessel, but he didn't respond at all.

Because of Yin Mu's presence, he felt much more at ease.

Feng Yang was also getting an infusion. After he was hospitalized, he recovered very well. As soon as the infusion started, he quickly fell asleep.

"What did you go home for?" Song Qingqiao asked suddenly.

Yin Mu hesitated for a while, but decided to tell him: "Something happened to my dad, and Mr. Yuan and I are cooperating with the investigation."

Speaking of this point, if you think about it casually, you can understand what's going on.Song Qingqiao didn't ask any more questions.

"It's none of your business," he said.

"It has nothing to do with me, so I'm not coming back, but my dad may not be easy to say."

"Are you worried about him?"

"I'm definitely worried, but he should bear the consequences for what he did."

"Is it related to Mr. Yuan?"

"It doesn't have much to do with her. They actually... separated a long time ago." Yin Mu was a little sad when he said it, but it was just a little bit. Didn't touch him too much.Maybe the incongruity of his parents in the past gave him a certain degree of acceptance.

Song Qingqiao stopped talking.

"I brought you a notebook. I'm idle anyway. How about drawing when you're bored?" Yin Mu took out the sketchbook and pencil case from his bag.

Song Qingqiao hasn't touched these things for a very long time, because he doesn't specialize in this area, so sketching is not too much for him as a pastime.

"Hmm." He responded softly.

Song Xiangyi sent a message to Yin Mu, asking him to go downstairs to the hospital.

"I'm going to buy you some fruit snacks or something, do you want to eat anything?"

Song Qingqiao shook her head.

"Just squint for a while if you're sleepy, I'll be right back."

Song Xiangyi kept smoking while waiting for him downstairs. In just a few days, two members of his family were admitted to the hospital. He had to take care of the old and the young. Generally speaking, he was very depressed.

"Stop smoking, go to the supermarket." Yin Mu told him to go.

Song Xiangyi knew what to say, but he didn't know how to say it. To be honest, he himself was still in a daze, and the matter developed like this, and he didn't have time to make sense of it.

"Hurry up, why are you becoming a mother-in-law?" Yin Mu was quite speechless seeing his constipated face.

"Let's put it this way, what I told you was that we were going back to see Lao Song, right? Actually, it was because he called me suddenly and asked me to take Song Qingqiao back." Song Xiangyi felt a little horrified when he recalled it, " After returning, Lao Song became very angry, I don't know where he learned about Zeng Ruoyu, anyway, he quarreled with Song Qingqiao."

"Arguing? Why did Song Qingqiao quarrel with him?"

"It's not that you've been away for such a long time. He's not in the right state. When Lao Song said this, he became very angry. Once he got angry, Lao Song became even more angry."

"Then Lao Song smashed all his trophies and said some nasty things. Song Qingqiao pushed him, hit the cabinet and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage."

Yin Mu was a little unbelievable: "Brother Qiao... pushed Lao Song?!"

"That's why he was sent to the hospital. At that time, he almost couldn't control his violent symptoms. Later, he stayed in the room for two days. It's better that you don't know about the situation."

"How could you let him live alone for two days!?"

"I sent Lao Song to the hospital. Zhisui is at home and doesn't know his condition. How can I manage it alone?" As I said earlier, Song Xiangyi is also the first and the second eldest.

"Fortunately, he didn't do anything, otherwise what we see now would never be a big living person."

Although I don't know what Song Qingqiao thought and did during those two days, his emotions are absolutely impossible to be normal.How long did he have to struggle with himself, and how much effort he had to get through these two days alone?

Just thinking about it is scary.

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