Weird Gacha Machine

Yin Mu lit a cigarette, thinking that he might have stayed with this lunatic for a long time, madness is contagious, even with him he started going crazy.

Anyway, blame Song Qingqiao and the wine for everything, who the hell made this dog have a good skin, and who the hell let the wine add a filter to him.

Song Qingqiao held up the cup and swallowed in small sips. He was wearing a lotus root pink long-sleeved sleeve. Coincidentally, the cuffs of this dress were very large, and the white wrist could be vaguely seen. The area was usually well protected, and the skin was much more delicate. .But Yin Mu could see the scar on the inside.In fact, if you think about it, you will know that you have to wear long sleeves in summer, which is just trying to cover up.There are two scars, one is not very clear inside, and the other is deep and protruding. Somehow Yin Mu's eyes can see these things very clearly.

Inexplicably, my nose felt a little sore, I wanted to sneeze but I couldn't, and it hurt, so painful that tears were about to flow down.

Song Qingqiao glanced at him, and almost dropped the wine glass: "What... what's wrong?"

That was the first time Song Qingqiao saw Yin Mu shed tears. It was quite strange to say, but later on there were many things that people might cry just by telling others. Yin Mu never shed tears.This time, it was an accident.

"Ah?" Yin Mu came back to his senses, "I'm hungry, I want to eat instant noodles."

Hungry can make you cry.

Song Qingqiao got up to boil water, put the kettle on the stove and sat back down, completely unaware of what happened, except for the moment of panic, she didn't dare to think about anything.

"Do you still drink?" he asked.

"Drink." Yin Mu replied, pouring down a glass of wine.

"Wait a minute." Knowing that he was a little drunk, Song Qingqiao went around to the bathroom and took out the hair dryer, "It's time to blow it up, otherwise I'll get a headache."

"That's troublesome Brother Qiao." Yin Mu stretched his head.

Hey man.

Song Qingqiao still blew it for him. Yin Mu's hair is of very good quality, and the hair is soft and soft. It is not dry after bleaching and dyeing, and it is very comfortable to hold in the palm of your hand.

After soaking the instant noodles and bringing them the water, Yin Mu suddenly asked in his heart, "Brother Qiao, what if I die alone?"

"Just thought about this and wanted to cry?"

"No, I just thought of it suddenly."

"The probability of a person being able to die alone is extremely small. Firstly, one must be lonely, and secondly, one must live to old age."

Is it lonely? Actually, I don't feel that much.

"Then you think you'll end up alone?"

Waiting for instant noodles, no nutritional discussion.

Song Qingqiao was silent for a long time, this seemed to be a difficult problem for him, he should drink.

Why does Yin Mu ask people some unanswerable questions every time he drinks alcohol?For example, are you happy?Will you die alone?How the hell should I answer this.

Song Qingqiao lost her appetite when she heard Yin Mu's face groaning.

"Don't eat? Want to be a fairy?" Yin Mu asked, who didn't even eat dinner.

Song Qingqiao stirred the noodles with a fork, then put it down again: "I don't want to eat."

"Do you want me to chew it up and feed it to you?" Yin Mu opened his mouth evilly, and showed Song Qingqiao the mouthful of noodles he had just stuffed into his mouth.

Well, I don't even want to eat.

"Boss Yin, promise me that you won't drink with others in the future."

He does stupid things when he's drunk.

"Why? I feel like I've just experienced the joys of drinking."

"Others can't stand you like this."

"Then how can you bear it?"

"I'm not someone else." Song Qingqiao smiled and pushed her face to Yin Mu, "Boss Yin, eat more."

Yin Mu suspected that Song Qingqiao had been eating alcohol and tobacco for a long time.Smoking never said that I don't want to smoke, I can't smoke anymore, I just don't want to eat when I eat, and I have no appetite.Of the two packs of cigarettes he just bought, he smoked almost one pack by himself.

"This fucking Japanese cigarette is so hard to smoke." Yin Mu complained.

"It's better than nothing."

"Can you live without smoking?"

"Yes, but maybe not for long."

You will be poor.

"Refill me with wine."

Song Qingqiao glanced at him, helpless and amusing.

"I might be really drunk." Yin Mu murmured, "Why is the building shaking?"

It's not the building shaking, it's the ground shaking!

"There's an earthquake!" Yin Mu sobered up instantly, looking at Song Qingqiao sitting there as if nothing had happened.

He can't do it, he is still afraid of death, in case he dies in another country.Yin Mu spotted the dining table and rushed towards it, hid underneath and hugged a ball: "Come the fuck over here!"

The vibration became stronger and stronger, and the sushi on the edge of the table fell to the ground.Song Qingqiao remained unmoved.

"Fuck you want to die!?" Yin Mu shouted.

Song Qingqiao nodded imperceptibly, then smiled again.Yin Mu's reaction was really funny.The man was trembling with fear, and crawled towards Song Qingqiao on all fours.

Step by step, he got closer and closer to Song Qingqiao, until his sweaty palm completely grasped Song Qingqiao's hand.He was trembling, but he pulled the person in front of him into his arms without the slightest hesitation.

In fact, Yin Mu's mind was already blank, unable to rationally think about whether the earthquake would really kill people, he felt that maybe his life was not long, and he was still an ordinary person after all, greedy for life.But he just did something that was not afraid of death, so he had to pull Song Qingqiao over to save him.Then it went away.

Yin Mu hugged Song Qingqiao's neck tightly and refused to let go, just like when his parents wanted to throw away his favorite baby bear before, so tight.It was a long time ago, and he hasn't had any obsession with anything since then.But now if anyone dares to take Song Qingqiao away, he will not allow it, never.

"Relax, I'm going to be out of breath." Song Qingqiao's voice was deep and reassuring than ever before.

Yin Mu ignored him and waited until the end of this sudden disaster.It felt like a lifetime, but only for a few minutes.

During this period, Song Qingqiao didn't move, and didn't say anything except that sentence.There was no smell of perfume or decoration on his body, only a chilling indifference, the kind of smell that had nothing to do with life and death, which he couldn't smell but had a strong feeling.

After Yin Mu was calm enough, he let go of the shackles on him, and his heart was full of anger, and he had nowhere to vent it.

It was just a small earthquake, not even a building could be shaken, not even a dangerous wall could be shaken.Yin Mu regained his sanity and actually laughed too.

I buried my head and laughed for a while, it was really a novel experience.Then I went to the bathroom and vomited, and my stomach was completely vomited, and my stomach acid came back up, and I collapsed to the point where there was nothing left.And the person he thought he had tried his best to protect was still drinking there, as if nothing had happened.

Dog thing, white-eyed wolf, wolf-hearted.Yin Mu scolded a lot in his heart, but he didn't let it go.After rinsing his mouth and dragging his weak body, he sat back to the old place.

Forget it, you can't ask for anything from Song Qingqiao.

Yin Mu lit a cigarette, the taste of Japanese cigarettes was bland, and he exhausted his lung capacity to take a big puff, but it was difficult to spit out much follow-up.The peppermint taste left in the mouth is cold and headache.

Song Qingqiao said nothing, twisted open the bottle of mineral water and put it in front of Yin Mu, then unpacked the sandwich and handed it over.The two cooperated with each other very tacitly, playing the game of whoever speaks first loses.

In the end, Song Qingqiao voluntarily gave up, and said after drinking two cups, "Don't do this to me."

The last bite of Yin Mu's sandwich was left, leaving only three layers of bread slices, tasteless.

"I have nothing to give you in return."

"I can do whatever the hell I want, and I don't want your bullshit in return."

Yin Mu suddenly felt that Song Qingqiao was very awkward. He was obviously a person who wanted everything he wanted, but he got into the horns of the horns.Just like the period that everyone goes through when they are young, it is similar to "the whole world is against me" and "I can't fit into the world". During this period of time, you will feel that everything is wrong, and everyone is against you. Usually, you become an outcast of the world.This is commonly known as the rebellious period.Song Qingqiao was on a mission, trapped in this period of rebellion and couldn't get out, couldn't make it through, and couldn't figure it out.

According to Mr. Yin, a researcher of psychopathology, depression is a fucking dead end.And pursuing the benevolence of a doctor who saves the common people, he needs to teach him what it means to be free and easy.See how well Mr. Yin lives, who he loves, who he loves, what he loves, he can eat salty food, and he must take things lightly.

"Boss Yin, thank you." Song Qingqiao said.

"You're welcome, it's the same for everyone." This was Yin Mu's first lie to Song Qingqiao, but it was different for everyone.One is the person with whom it is impossible to experience enrichment to this stage, and the other is the person with whom he would not risk his life to accompany him even at this stage.Most people stuck in the former, and a few people except Song Qingqiao stopped in the latter.

Song Qingqiao looked at him, his pupils flickering: "At first, I thought I knew at least [-]% or [-]% of you, but now it seems that maybe I don't know [-]%."

Yin Mu smiled: "I will return this sentence to you as it is."

Song Qingqiao didn't say anything anymore, he was not a person who would spread his heart out, on the one hand it was too difficult to expose the scars, on the other hand he didn't know how to spread it out.Passive personality, if you are willing to grope, you can grope for you, if you don't want to, just like this, it's okay.

"Fill up the wine." Yin Mu said without rushing, thinking that we will have a long time in the future, and it is boring to think about it now.

After drinking a glass of wine, I feel happy all over.

"Brother Qiao, are you really not drunk?" He asked.

"I've been drunk, but not many times." Song Qingqiao laughed, "Have you heard that everyone who is not drunk is drunk?"

"It means that if you don't want to get drunk, no one can make you drunk?"

"That's what it means."

"Then how drunk are you?"

Started again, unanswerable questions.

"What else can I do? After drinking, I fell asleep and died." In fact, Song Qingqiao couldn't remember clearly, who knew what happened after drinking all the pieces.

"Then after your game is over, we have to get really drunk." Yin Mu shook the empty champagne bottle, "Let's stop here today, and I'll go to sleep."

There are two beds in the bedroom, mattresses [-] to [-] centimeters high, and a four-piece set on a low-saturation green bed.The softness and comfort are comparable to the tatami mats in Yin Mu's projection room.

Song Qingqiao hastily swallowed a tablet and lay down on the bed, it happened to be 12 o'clock in the morning.

Yin Mu fell asleep in a daze, and started having nightmares again.This time, he was in a large forest, and he was trapped by towering trees, no matter where he went, there was no exit.He was running around in a daze, very fast, and short of breath.

Something was chasing after him.

I couldn't hear the footsteps of that thing, I just felt that the distance was very close.In the dream, Yin Mu looked back, and all he could see were clusters of tree trunks, standing high and empty.From this point of view, he was just being pursued by an imaginary illusion, but he had to run as hard as he could, and he would be finished if he was caught.

Then through the sound of the wind and through the dense forest, an arrow flew straight at him. The arrow had a metal head and a wooden shaft, shining with a cold light.No matter how Yin Mu dodged, it aimed at him, so that it pierced through the heart from behind in a moment.

Pain, pain to numbness.It's not a feeling, it's an awareness.The collection of pain from real life is enough to kill Yin Mu instantly.

"Boss Yin." The voice echoed ethereally among the trees, one after another.

"Yin Mu." Song Qingqiao called his name for the first time, and pronounced the words clearly.

"Huh?" Yin Mu opened his eyes dimly, and met Song Qingqiao's eyes. Those eyes were a little urgent, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"Have a nightmare?"

"Seems to be."

When I had a nightmare last time, I opened my eyes and Song Qingqiao was no longer there, but this time it was okay, it was that person who rescued him.But if you think about it carefully, it seems that if you are in the same room with him, you have to have a nightmare to add to the fun.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Yin Mu took a look at the cell phone next to the pillow, only half an hour had passed.

Song Qingqiao pursed her dry lips and said, "Less sleepiness."

"Do you often have nightmares?"

Yin Mu thought about this question for a while: "Occasionally."

"Is it because you are not used to sleeping in the same room with others?"

That being said, it really is.

Yin Mu didn't know how to answer.

"Then I'll go to the living room." Song Qingqiao got up and left.

This man was very thin, about [-] years old, and his clothes were empty, like a piece of paper, it seemed that he could be folded with a little force.

"No!" Yin Mu shouted, "You sleep here."

He stood up and threw himself on the bed that Song Qingqiao was lying on before: "Change to another one, you don't recognize the bed anyway."

This bed smells like Brother Qiao.It was cold and clear, and it was outrageously indifferent.

Song Qingqiao shook her head with a smile, and lay on Yin Mu's crumpled bed: "Then, good night."

The author has something to say:

Smoking is bad, don't follow suit!

Remember to hide under the table when the earthquake comes!

Life-saving is important~!