Weird Gacha Machine

How should I put it, Song Qingqiao asked Wuyou what they had talked with, and she could tell that the answer must be good just by looking at the expressions of Yin Mu and Yuan Jie.

After a [-]-day vacation, Song Qingqiao accompanied Yuan Jie to the reexamination and the third chemotherapy after returning home.The doctor looked at the test results with a stagnant expression, and said, "The results of the chemotherapy are not very good, let's do it twice to see the situation."

Song Qingqiao couldn't understand what it meant, but when Yin Mu came to talk to Yin Mu in the afternoon, he figured it out.

"That is to say...it got worse?" He looked at Yuan Jie, and Yuan Jie's condition was much better than before, and there were no more adverse reactions.

"It should just mean that the recovery speed is not normal." Yin Mu, a layman, understood it in this way.

On the second day after being discharged from the hospital, Yuan Jie went to shave her head bald, making her look more and more like a cancer patient.

She said: "It's almost gone anyway, it's better to shave."

"You can think about it." Song Qingqiao looked at her. Ever since she got in touch with Yin Mu's family, she found that they all have personalities. Their hearts are not a little bit big, and they can accommodate the entire Milky Way.

The family was invited to have dinner at Song Xiangyi's house on weekends. Grandma had met Song Xiangyi before, so Yuan Jie was a little taken aback.

"It's good, what are you doing for dinner?"

Yin Mu was also stunned: "Yeah, what kind of abacus is he playing?"

Song Qingqiao gave them a reasonable explanation: "It is estimated that Zhisui has learned some messy cuisine and wants to show off to others."

What he meant was that Song Xiang wanted to find someone to show his wife's skills because of this wife-showing madman.

Damn, I'm full.Yin Mu rolled his eyes.

The place is not big, there is a table of people.What to eat...Mandarin duck hot pot.What can you do with Song Xiangyi?

Since Xiao Xingche turned one year old, her language talent has become prominent. Song Qingqiao opened her mouth and called "Uncle" in a childish voice as soon as she entered the door, which was sweet.Seeing Yin Mu, she called out the word "Aunt", then frowned and thought for a while, then changed her name and called "Uncle".Thanks to Song Qingqiao's good education, he was ordered not to be called "Auntie" today.

Little Overlord and Yuan Jie were inexplicably intimate, yelling "Grandma" and hugging Yuan Jie's thigh.

"Take care of your child!" Yin Mu yelled at Prime Minister Song as he watched Mr. Yuan froze.

Song Xiangyi rushed over and hugged the bear child: "Aunt Yuan, I'm sorry, the child is very fresh when he meets someone for the first time."

Zhisui was busy in the kitchen, and the two brothers surnamed Song went to help, leaving little Xingche in the stroller.

"I reckon I'm already called grandma at my age." Yuan Jie drank hot water, "According to this seniority, Mom, you must be a great-grandfather."

……

"No matter how you look at it, other people's children are cuter than our own." Grandma said this sentence slowly.

"I think I was... quite cute when I was a child." Yin Mu retorted in a low voice, well, he has also seen pictures of himself when he was a child, and he is a child with a straight face.The children of their old Song's family are indeed hippie and shameless, and they are more popular with the elderly.

The three of them were chatting, and with a "wow", Xiao Xingche cried.

? ? ?What's the situation?

"Yin Mu, please coax us, we can't leave here." Song Qingqiao called out from the kitchen.

He wanted to say that there was nothing he could do with this little thing, so Yuan Jie went over to pick up the child.

"Child, grandma will carry you to sit on the sofa."

Little Xingche seemed to be just like this, he immediately calmed down in his arms, tears were still hanging on his flushed face from crying, and he looked at Yuan Jie foolishly.

Fuck... co-author, the whole family, Song Xingche, a dead boy, doesn't like Yin Mu alone.

When it was time to eat, the child still hugged Yuan Jie and did not let go, Song Qingqiao carried him over: "It's almost done, don't think that you are good-looking and I dare not beat you up."

"Uncle, it's bad!" Little Xingche was being carried, wanting to hit Song Qingqiao all the time.

"Try it, as long as you are short-handed and short-footed, if you can hit me, I will be considered a loser."

Competing with children is really worthy of Song Qingqiao.

But in the afternoon, little Xingche was beaten, the reason was very simple, he took Yuan Jie's hat off desperately.He was doubled by Song Xiangyi and Song Qingqiao.Chiho watched TV well.

"Zhisui, please persuade me." Yin Mu put the hat back on for Yuan Jie.

Zhisui narrowed her eyes with a smile and said, "It's okay, you have to get used to it."

Song Qingqiao came out after beating and gasped heavily: "Little brat, if you didn't discipline yourself when you were young, you won't be able to control it when you grow up."

He is only over a year old!

In short, according to what Song Xingche later said, when he was a child, he always had nightmares dreaming that his father and uncle would beat him together.The shadow of childhood is hammered.

Yuan Jie's chemotherapy basically came to an end in March, and her body couldn't take it any longer, so she had to rest.Yin Mu is free and has nothing to do. After this semester is over, he is going to go abroad.

One night, he and Song Qingqiao had just finished tossing, and it was rare that they didn't feel sleepy.

"I'm going abroad, please help me take care of Mr. Yuan and grandma."

Song Qingqiao raised her eyebrows: "Trouble me?"

"I also trouble you to take care of yourself by the way."

"That's troublesome."

Yin Mu thought for a while and said, "Grandma seems to be planning to go back to P City, Mr. Yuan doesn't know what to do."

"It's in City B, so it's convenient to take care of."

"No, she seems to want to go back to the company."

"That won't work."

It is absolutely impossible for the two to think the same way.

"No news from Zeng Ruoyu recently?"

Song Qingqiao's expression darkened: "Song Xiangyi has visited her before, and said that there is nothing serious."

"Where is Deputy Commander Song?"

"Who cares about him?"

They didn't even attend Little Xingche's birthday party before, and since that conflict, they haven't seen Song Chengying once.

"I want to settle your affairs before leaving." Yin Mu said.

"What's the matter with me?" Song Qingqiao pressed her smooth skin against him, "It's fine now."

"Then what are you going to do after college?"

"Continue to draw, don't worry about me, don't we only meet once every six months, and it's not like we don't see each other for two years."

To be honest, there is still a sense of panic, not the panic of time, but the panic of unknown variables.Yin Mu always felt that if he was far away, it would be like being thrown into the deep mountains and old forests, and he would not know what was going on here, not to mention the old turtle Song Qingqiao could hold back, even Yuan Jie was the kind who didn't have to. A person who can speak up.Why do everyone like to do it alone without telling others?

But after thinking about it, if something happened to him abroad, he probably carried it himself, so he was speechless in an instant.I have no right to speak of others.

In this way, until the beginning of May, he was in a state of anxiety.This feeling is particularly tormenting, illusory, coming out from time to time to mess up the good mood you have built up, and then slipping away before grabbing its tail, and the cycle repeats tirelessly.

One night Song Qingqiao answered a phone call in the middle of the night, and went out in a hurry. Before leaving, she said to Yin Mu very seriously: "I have to deal with something, don't worry, I will notify you as soon as the matter is over."

Not only him, Song Xiangyi also went out together.It is estimated that something serious happened to the old Song family.

Damn, how can this fucking make people feel at ease! ?

It was exactly three o'clock in the morning when Song Qingqiao and Song Xiangyi rushed to the mental hospital outside the urban area. When they arrived, three fire trucks had already parked downstairs of the inpatient building, busy laying something underneath.

The two of them went upstairs without even thinking about it. The inpatient building has nine floors at the highest. To be auspicious, the upper floor is the rooftop.The door to the roof is made of wood. The door handle was broken once by a patient before, so it can only be locked with iron chains all year round. In comparison, iron chains are much easier to use than door locks.

The first strange thing was that the fire alarm on the entire fifth floor sounded, and the nurses who almost fell asleep hurriedly got up to check which fire hydrant had a problem. It was not until they checked the innermost room in the corridor that they found that the ax in the fire hydrant at the door of 527 and the fire hydrant of 527 All the patients in the ward disappeared.

In just a few minutes, the nurse on the top floor of the inpatient building called the security office, saying that someone was smashing the door leading to the roof.They didn't know who was doing the smashing. They heard what tools they should be holding in their hands. First, they smashed the iron chain a few times. They probably didn't smash it open, so they started hacking the door directly.They were too frightened by the situation to go up.

The security department had already received the notice from the fifth floor and rushed over, and directly concluded that the person who was smashing the door on the roof was Zeng Ruoyu.

The head nurse called Song Qingqiao, thinking it was inappropriate, and hurriedly notified Song Xiangyi.The hospital's fire alarm was directly connected to the local fire department. When it was notified that a patient might be about to jump off the building, they came to deploy life-saving mats.

But in about 10 minutes, Zeng Ruoyu was already standing on the edge of the roof with an ax in hand.

Song Qingqiao and Song Xiangyi came here on motorcycles. The elevator went straight to the ninth floor. There were already many patients who had been woken up by the noise, as well as security and medical staff who couldn't control the situation. Scream.Even the narrow stairs leading to the roof were crowded with people, blocking the flow of water.

"Excuse me, we are Zeng Ruoyu's family!" Song Xiangyi tried his best to squeeze forward with Song Qingqiao, but he was still separated by the crowd.

Song Qingqiao's mind was blank now, and the surprised eyes of the crowded crowd looking at him flashed before his eyes.He couldn't control his strength to push them, and he couldn't even control his own pace. If it wasn't for the crowd, he might not even be able to stand up.

... Zeng Ruoyu, no way.

When Song Xiangyi finally squeezed his way from the crowd to the rooftop, the first thing he saw was Song Qingqiao kneeling there.Kneeling in front of Zeng Ruoyu who stood tall and held up the ax as if he was about to strike it down in a second.

The head nurse and the dean stood near the door, as well as several firefighters in full gear.At this time, a firefighter stopped Song Xiangyi: "Are you a family member? Hurry up and distract the patient. We are going to walk around the wall to her feet from behind and drag her down."

But Zeng Ruoyu is obviously not crazy enough to lose her mind, she is even sober: "I have counted how many people there are on your side! If there is one less, I will cut him off!"

Does he... mean Song Qingqiao?

"Then he's your own son!" Song Xiangyi had never cursed before, until he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Zeng Ruoyu looked at Song Xiangyi intently, and smiled coldly: "So what if he's my own son?"

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