Weird Gacha Machine

At 58:[-] p.m., Yin Mu hurried to the City No. [-] Middle School, the first-grade teacher's office in the senior high school.

During the class period, there were only two or three teachers in the office. Song Xingche and another boy stood beside the head teacher's desk.

"Mr. Deng, hello, I'm Song Xingche's uncle." Yin Mu greeted him.

Seeing him coming, Song Xingche clicked his tongue impatiently.

"Please sit down, we will talk together when Ji Zhen's parents come." Teacher Deng brought him a bench.

Yin Mu looked at Song Xingche, damn it, he is only 1.7 meters tall and dare to fight with someone who is 1.8 meters tall.Will today's children grow too fast?I grew up to 1.8 meters in the first year of high school?

"Then Teacher Deng, can I chat with Song Xingche first?" Yin Mu asked.

Teacher Deng saw his soft-spoken and soft-spoken, so he agreed.

The two pulled into the corridor outside the office.

Song Xingche was the first to ask, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't your dad call me? He is still in school, and Zhisui went to pick up Xiaoxingtai and Xiaoxinglou after school."

"Where's uncle?"

"Are you waiting for him to beat you?" Yin Mu smiled at him, "He said he and your Uncle Lu are waiting for you at home."

Song Xingche is no good.

"Tell me, what's going on." Yin Mu didn't suffer from looking at him. On the contrary, someone else was beaten by him, but generally Song Xingche wouldn't cause trouble. If there is any reason, he should first find out clearly When the time comes, I will explain it to my parents.

"If you can't understand him, you will hit him."

"Awesome." Yin Mu felt that this child really looked more and more like Song Qingqiao. Unlike Song Qingqiao's superficial appearance, he was exactly the same on the inside, "Did someone provoke you?"

"He's disgusting."

"That is to say, you can't beat him with your mouth, so you can only do it?" Yin Mu clicked his tongue.

Song Xingche glanced at him, speechless.

Some relative of the classmate named Ji Zhen who was beaten came, and Yin Mu took a look... Fuck, Kuang Nan?

"Hey, I'm surprised, why didn't I know you have a nephew?"

Kuang Nan opened a studio and signed some painters. What I have to say is that he is still Song Qingqiao's immediate boss. Although this immediate boss is just a decoration, after all, Song Qingqiao signed an unequal treaty with him. One of them.

Ji Zhen is his sister's son.

"Not only do you not know that I have a nephew, you don't even know that I have a sister." Kuang Nan dismissed it.

It seems to be such a rationale.

"You two know each other?" Teacher Deng asked.

"I know each other very well." Yin Mu replied.

Kuang Nan turned around and began to educate his nephew: "You feel sorry for not looking for trouble all day, aren't you? It's only been a long time since the first year of high school, and you're fighting with someone. I don't even need to ask. I know it was you who provoked him first! "

Ji Zhen touched the corner of his swollen mouth, tears were about to flow out in a short while: "It is obvious that he is too irritable."

Hey, Song Xingche almost punched him again when he said this: "Who told you to touch me!?"

???

Yin Mu and Kuang Nan: "Touch!?"

This small parent meeting lasted for about an hour, during which there were countless teachers and classmates watching.Later, Yin Mu and Kuang Nan each brought their little ancestors home.

What happened was that Song Xingche was allocated a seat to be at the same table as Ji Zhen, and then the child knew that he was a sports student and insisted on touching his abs... Isn't this sick?Then Song Xingche pushed him to the ground and beat him.

"Both men, what's the matter if someone touches you, it's not generous at all." Yin Mu said to Song Xingche who was walking straight ahead.

"It's disgusting." Song Xingche replied coldly, "A man who cries at every turn, isn't he sick?"

Then you have never seen the power of your uncle crying.

"Did he cry when you beat him?"

Song Xingche nodded: "The more you cry, the more you want to beat me up."

"Okay, good little Che, don't think about it, grandma has cooked a lot of dishes and is waiting for us at home."

When I got home, the whole family was there.Originally, the house belonged to Yin Mu and Song Qingqiao, a three-storey villa with an area of ​​more than 1000 square meters in the city center. Now everyone in the family lives together, plus Lu Hengliang, who eats, cheats, drinks and waits to die.This house is comparable to the old Songtou's courtyard house before, because this place was demolished and rebuilt from the old Songtou's courtyard house.

"Auntie!" Xiaoxingtai and Xiaoxinglou ran over and hugged Yin Mu's leg, "Brother."

Song Xingche clicked his tongue, looking annoyed at his two younger siblings.

"Hey, did you really fight? It's intact." Song Qingqiao came over with his trousers pocketed, pulled the two children apart, and hung himself on Yin Mu's back, "Do you want to beat him?"

"No, let me tell you, it's Brother Nan's nephew who fought with Xiao Che."

"Huh??? Isn't his nephew a god?"

"What?!" Yin Mu yelled, "Even you know he has a nephew?"

"I... I knew it a long time ago. He told me that he suspected that his nephew was not normal."

Song Xingche squeezed his fist: "I knew it."

"What's abnormal?" Yin Mu asked.

"It just doesn't look like a man... It seems to mean that." Song Qingqiao looked at Song Xingche, "Why are you fighting with someone?"

Song Xingche was so angry that he couldn't speak now.

"He... touched Xiao Che." Yin Mu saw Song Xingche's face getting darker and darker, and quickly hinted at Song Qingqiao.

Things have exploded, so our little Cheche won't be targeted by the fake mother.

"We are an enlightened family..." Before Song Qingqiao finished speaking, Song Xingche went upstairs and locked himself in the room.

"Forget it, let him be quiet for a while." Yin Mu led Song Qingqiao downstairs.

Xiao Xinglou and Xiao Xingtai are twins, Song Xinglou is the elder brother, Song Xingtai is the youngest sister, the kind that is favored by the whole family.Just turned four and went to kindergarten, so cute.According to Yin Mu's words, the old Song family's ancestor's face is not only unisex, but also unisex, and the most beautiful one is Xiaoxingtai.The main reason is because Xiao Xingtai is close to him, otherwise it would be hard to show any face.

At the moment, Xiao Xinglou lay on Grandma Yuan Jie's body to watch TV, and Xiao Xingtai was hugged by Yin Mu, and kept kissing her.

Old Song Tou said abruptly, "Xiao Che has been in a temper tantrum lately."

These words woke up Yin Mu a bit, fuck it, the child is 15 years old, so it must be the rebellious period! ?

After dinner, Song Xingche sat down for a while and said that he would go back to school for training.

"It's only been a week since school started, and your coach said you're going to train?" Song Xiangyi asked.

"You have to tell me to train me?" Song Xingche retorted.

……

After Song Xingche went out, several men in the family surrounded him.

"This phenomenon is absolutely wrong." Song Qingqiao spoke.

"Well, try beating me up?" Lu Hengliang spoke.

Kicked by Yin Mu: "I beat you!"

"I think he learned his temper from you, Xiao Yin." Song Xiangyi spoke.

"What's wrong with my temper!? Tell me clearly!"

"Yeah, my wife has a bad temper!"

Song Xiangyi: "Yes, I can't tell you two, how to solve it."

"You need to enlighten me, you have never experienced normal puberty, so you must not understand." Yin Mu pondered.

"Hey, you're right. We don't have any normal people here, right?" Song Xiangyi said.

"Anyway, I haven't experienced it before." Song Qingqiao spoke.

"I...don't know, I forgot." Lu Hengliang spoke.

……

In the end, it was decided to leave the matter of guiding the children to Yin Mu. After all, the only person Song Xingche could listen to at this age was Yin Mu.

It was past nine o'clock when Song Xingche came back, his body smelled of sweat, and when he returned to his room, he saw Yin Mu standing at the door of his room. The two were about the same height now, and they looked at each other: "What are you doing?"

"Talk to you."

"Wait until I take a shower."

Yin Mu obediently sat in his room and waited, and within ten minutes, Song Xingche came out in his pajamas with wet hair.

Damn, handsome!My eldest nephew is so fucking handsome!

"Not in a good mood recently?" Yin Mu asked.

Song Xingche wiped his hair with a towel, and said calmly, "Fortunately, I want to go to live in school. The kid has a headache all day long."

"Success, just come back once a week." Yin Mu agreed.

Even Song Xingche didn't expect him to agree so readily.

"Then tell my dad, I don't want to tell him."

Yin Mu felt strange: "Why... I feel that you have some complaints about your father?"

"No." Song Xingche lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Auntie, are you disappointed in me?"

"Why do you think so?"

"When I was going to practice sports, I felt that Dad was a little unhappy, otherwise I wouldn't just throw me to you guys."

That's right... the coach had taken a fancy to Song Xingche when he was in elementary school, and it was not until the first year of junior high school that Song Xingche agreed to join the track and field team.It happened to be the time when Zhisui gave birth to twins, so Song Xiangyi directly put the baby in their home to take care of.Later, they moved here together because it was true that twins could not take care of them.

"Well... Xiao Che, I think the men in your old Song family are a bit strange, so don't pay too much attention to this matter, and even if your father wants to do something, won't Zhisui love you? My uncle and aunt also love you Ah, your uncle likes you the most." Yin Mu thought for a while and wanted to add, "Grandma likes you too, and Uncle Lu likes you too. You and Uncle Lu were very good when you were young."

"If you really feel that someone is partial, I can tell you the story of your father and uncle, which is much more miserable than yours."

Song Xingche looked at him blankly: "Grandpa likes uncle more?"

"Wow, your uncle is the most unpopular."

"Ah? I don't think so. I see Grandpa like that. He accepts both of you."

Yin Mu smiled and shook his head: "That's the only way to accept it. Maybe he also has guilt in his heart. Some things are too complicated to tell you now. Will I tell you what you want to know in the future?"

"In short, your father is still very concerned about you, because Xiaoxinglou and Xiaoxingtai are still small, so they need more care. When you grow up, he hopes that you can be responsible for yourself, so let you become independent as soon as possible. Rely on your parents. When you were a child, you had to change people to pick you up from kindergarten every day, but you are willful."

"When you were your age, no one took care of your father and uncle. Of course, you must be taken care of by someone, but you have to understand them. They haven't experienced too many days of being taken care of by others. So I don’t know how to take care of children.”

Thinking about it, not only Song Xiangyi and Song Qingqiao, but even Yin Mu hadn't been taken care of much, let alone Lu Hengliang.It is really difficult for such a few big men to think about the psychology of a child who was raised in the palm of their hands.

I don't know if Song Xingche understood or not, but he's a bit dumb anyway.

"If you really have any ideas, it's not easy to tell your dad, just let me pass them on. Our family is very enlightened, don't you think so?" Yin Mu stroked his head, his hair was limp.

"Well, let me think about it again."

Yin Mu didn't heave a sigh of relief until he returned to his room.

"How?" Song Qingqiao asked lying on the bed.

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

"That's you, if you want me to tell you how to beat me up."

Yin Mu lazily lay on him: "He still teases you, but children are not as good at talking as you are."

Song Qingqiao put his arms around his waist: "Hey, Yin Mu, I found out that you are almost forty, why don't you look old?"

"Young and beautiful like a flower, a fairy will never grow old." Yin Mu looked at him with a smile, "Come on, give me a smile."

Song Qingqiao grinned with big white teeth: "Isn't it pretty?"

In a trance, I feel that the other party is still in his twenties. It has been more than ten years, how can he still be the same?

"Looks good, I'm so tired." Yin Mu rolled over and nestled under the quilt, "Song Qingqiao."

"uh-huh."

? ? ?Um?

Fell asleep?

The author has something to say:

The whole article should be like this, and the extras can't be written well 233.

There may be Song Xingche's story in the future, but it's not necessarily true.

Then I may edit the text later~

Weird’s article means a lot to me, sometimes it makes me feel uncomfortable when I write it orz

Anyway, I'm really happy to be able to stick to it and finish it! (Psychological quality barely passes

In my opinion, the relationship between Song Qingqiao and Yin Mu is more like a process of self-acceptance.

There are too many unsatisfactory things, as long as you step forward bravely.

During this period, if you can also meet someone who walks with you, that would be the best.

Bless you all.

See you in the next article!