"By the way, were you really caught by your dad on the way home today? [Funny]"
Seeing this message from him, Yun Shuqian's heart skipped a beat. She held her breath and her heartbeat skipped half a beat.
Thinking carefully about everything that happened today, Yun Shuqian was sure that Song Jiamu had not noticed her. Maybe it was the chat just now that aroused his vigilance?
I quickly pretended to be innocent and replied to him: "Am I still lying to you? [Humph]"
"[Funny][Funny]"
"Okay, I thought you saw me, but it turned out that I was too handsome and didn't dare to come out to meet me."
Yun Shuqian was speechless, there was such a shameless guy in the world!
"I'm not bad looking either. If we meet, you will definitely run away."
"Then send a photo and I'll take a look."
"What kind of look do you like? I can do whatever you like."
Song Jiamu thought about it, and assembled in his mind the appearance of the girl he liked. She should have fair skin, beautiful long hair, big and smart eyes, and be small enough to hug her whole body... Uh.
Why is it that there is always an annoying person with exactly the features he likes?
"Bye, I'm going to sleep."
"Going to bed so early today?"
"We have class tomorrow."
"We also have class tomorrow morning."
Song Jiamu looked at the time and saw that it was already past ten o'clock. Then he cleared his throat again, clicked on the voicemail, and texted her: "Good night~"
In the dim room, Yun Shuqian huddled under the quilt, the speaker of her mobile phone was pressed against her delicate ears, and she listened to the words "Good night" over and over again.
It really doesn't sound like his at all!
By some strange coincidence, she also turned on the voicemail, and in a voice that seemed to be speaking in her ear, she also sent him a message: "Good night~"
After she finished sending, she turned off the screen, got out of the bed with her little head, and lay flat on the bed, holding the phone on her chest with both hands, her heart beating like a deer, her big eyes looking at the ceiling, blinking, and moaning.
I don’t know what I’m thinking.
I just feel weird and bad, my heart is beating so fast, and my whole body seems to be a little warm...
What's going on, Yun Shuqian, your best pen pal has become Song Jiamu, and you actually... feel a little excited and happy?
"Oh, you are duplicitous, classmate Yun Shuqian, you are indeed... to me..."
Oh, absolutely, absolutely cannot let him know the truth!
That night, Yun Shuqian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
Sometimes I pick up my phone and want to delete friends, sometimes I go back to the chat interface to look through the previous chat history...
I finally fell asleep, and at night I dreamed about my childhood——
The little she and the little him were hiding together in the closet. Their little bodies were squeezed together, holding each other's little hands. The light coming through the gap could see their little outlines.
And the other person's big eyes that refract light spots.
"Song Jiamu."
"Shh, your mother is still outside..."
"Song Jiamu, I want to marry you in the future."
"ah?"
"I said I wanted to..."
The closet door was opened, and light came in...
Somewhat dazzling...
She narrowed her eyes, murmured, and nuzzled in the bed like a cat.
When I came back to my senses, I realized that it was dawn.
Today is Monday and the weather is sunny.
…
"Song Jiamu! What time is it and you still can't get up!"
"……I'm coming!"
Hearing his mother's voice in a daze, Song Jiamu, who was still in bed, jumped up from the bed like a reflex.
A person has woken up, but his soul has not yet returned to his body.
I picked up my phone and looked at the time. There were still five minutes left before the alarm went off.
"oh……"
Adhering to the principle of not wasting, Song Jiamu fell straight down again. When the alarm clock rang, he feebly began to change clothes and get up.
Today's young people are going to bed later and later. They go to bed early before twelve o'clock in the evening. If they don't stay up until two or three o'clock, they are embarrassed to say that they stayed up late.
Didn’t you say good night to me at home after ten o’clock last night? That’s different. Good night doesn’t mean sleeping, but it’s time to be alone.
It was still a bit cold in the early spring morning in March. Song Jiamu changed his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.
The chubby new toothpaste tilted in the cup really makes people feel safe.
Brush your teeth and wash your face, wet your hands, press down some of the hair that sticks up due to sleep, and simply blow-dry your hair.
Dad hasn't woken up yet, and the company doesn't go to work until nine o'clock. Mom has classes in the morning and wakes up early. She sits at the dining table and eats breakfast. She puts her cell phone next to the bowl and plays short videos with the sound loud.
[The birth rate fell below one percent for the first time, and young people are no longer willing to have children? Criticize 996, crack down on extracurricular tutoring, and discuss delaying retirement...]
The voice of the video blogger was very clear, and Li Yuan sounded solemn, as if she was concerned about the country and the people.
"If this continues, won't your dad and I have to work for another twenty years before retiring?"
"Ah? It's possible."
Song Jiamu doesn't have too deep feelings about these things. Like most young people in the comment area, he even has an attitude of watching the excitement.
After all, based on his experience as a child for so many years, having children is of no use.
He yearns for some kind of Platonic love, which is spiritually pure love that pursues spiritual communication and rationality.
For example, staying at home is great.
"How can this be done? I'm still waiting to have my grandson..." Li Yuan muttered.
"...Mom, yesterday you warned me about the date, and now you want to have a grandchild?"
Song Jiamu was used to his mother's double standards, but he still couldn't help complaining.
"Who knows what kind of girl you're dating, and you're meeting someone online. It's best to know the basics when it comes to dating. Be careful not to be deceived."
"Besides this body, what else can your son be deceived about?"
"I think Qian Qian is very good. A girl should be like her, knowledgeable, good grades and polite, able to cook, sensible and well-behaved, and pretty..."
Song Jiamu, who was sitting on a small bench and putting on shoes, gave her a strange look.
"So, mom, what do you mean?"
"What do I mean? I don't mean anything. I'm just warning you to learn from others and don't always act like children and get into trouble. You are both grown up, so it's time to..."
Li Yuan was at a loss for words and couldn't think of what they should do, so she glared at Song Jiamu: "Are you still having breakfast?"
"...it's bread and milk again, I'd better go downstairs and eat some powder."
My mother has been married to my father for so many years and has only cooked a handful of times. It is better to expect her to prepare a sumptuous breakfast than to pray that he will find a wife who can cook in the future and let her prepare breakfast for him.
Song Jiamu held his schoolbag on one shoulder and opened the door to his house. The door opposite also opened at the same time.