It must be a trap set by the evil God, otherwise why would there always be so many coincidences with him?
Although she had a harmonious childhood with him, that memory has long been buried in a corner of her mind. However, certain fragments are still clear in retrospect, so much so that they even reappeared in her dream last night.
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Yun Shuqian would never tell Song Jiamu that he still remembered this kind of thing.
The communication between the two people has never had topics like, 'Do you remember when we were kids...' 'Yes, yes!' 'And there's more...' 'Haha, that's great!'
But now, as long as one party dares to bring it up, the other party will definitely say without hesitation: 'No, you still remember such a thing? Sure enough, you treat me...'
You will directly be at a disadvantage in the relationship!
"Your face is so red, like a ripe tomato in the field."
It was a rare opportunity to catch Yun Shuqian's embarrassment. Song Jiamu would not let go of this opportunity, buzzing in her ears like a mosquito that couldn't be shaken away.
This operation is ill-intentioned. After all, saying to others, "You are blushing," "You are crying," or "You are angry," will always put people at an immediate disadvantage in confrontation.
"You're so annoying!"
Yun Shuqian raised her fist, and Song Jiamu, who was chattering endlessly, quickly distanced himself from her.
He is indeed a nasty guy! Fortunately, I had a change of heart towards him last night and thought that he could actually be very gentle. Now that I think about it, it is simply outrageous.
So much so that when I woke up in the morning, the strange emotions in my heart disappeared.
Only a fool would marry him!
Inexplicably feeling guilty, Yun Shuqian quickened her pace, not wanting to walk with him.
Song Jiamu is quite curious. They have known each other for more than ten years and he is very familiar with Yun Shuqian's temperament. What happened today?
He took the initiative to provoke her, but she actually felt timid?
He didn't know what she was thinking. She was walking with her head down and her "short legs" walking very fast. He had to take long steps to keep up.
When Yun Shuqian stopped arguing with him, Song Jiamu felt bored. Sure enough, people have strange attributes deep in their hearts.
In a breakfast shop near the community, Yun Shuqian stopped.
"Auntie, I want a bowl of three-prawn noodles with more coriander."
She had to go to school today and didn't have time to cook breakfast, so Yun Shuqian went out to eat.
This shop has been open for many years, and the proprietress also knew her, and said enthusiastically: "Okay, girl, go find a seat inside, she will be there soon."
Yun Shuqian entered the store. The store was not big. There were many people having breakfast at the moment, so there was only one empty table in the corner.
Holding her backpack in her arms, she sat down and wiped the table in front of her with a piece of paper towel. When she looked up, that annoying guy Song Jiamu also came with her.
"Auntie, I want a bowl of braised pork noodles with more green onions."
"Okay, young man, sit inside... oh, let's share a table together, there's no room left..."
"fine."
Yun Shuqian stared at him and saw that Song Jiamu didn't see her, walked over and sat down across the table from her.
Looking up and looking at her murderous eyes, Song Jiamu was surprised and said: "What a coincidence, you are here to eat noodles too."
"Humph, follower..."
"Defamation is illegal."
Song Jiamu didn't give in, and Yun Shuqian certainly wouldn't give in either. In this case, whoever runs away has a guilty conscience.
The small table was not big either. On the surface, the two of them looked calm, but their legs were fighting fiercely under the table.
The four legs were arranged in the order of "Song Song Yunyun", but in order to gain more space for movement, Song Jiamu's right leg and Yun Shuqian's right leg came together, and they pushed each other's legs to the side with mission.
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Yun Shuqian didn't wear a skirt today. Like Song Jiamu, she wore ordinary casual pants.
It is said that when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. Although Yun Shuqian's chest is relatively youthful and energetic, her legs are still very beautiful, well-proportioned and slender.
It's just that with legs like this, when competing with Song Jiamu, he will definitely fall behind.
Song Jiamu still had enough energy to pour tea from a cup, but Yun Shuqian's little face turned red. She held her hands on the table and worked hard to pin his legs to the side.
No...no more!
Song Jiamu exerted his strength, and Yun Shuqian was immediately defeated, and the entire space below was firmly occupied by him.
The girl still refused to admit defeat, so she simply pulled out her right leg and stuffed it between his legs, thus turning into a bad posture of "Song Yun Song Yun"...
Seeing that Song Jiamu was holding her legs still, Yun Shuqian was embarrassed and stepped on him hard with her left leg.
"Ah! What are you doing..."
"Aren't you ashamed? Why don't you get out of the way...!"
"……Good men do not fight with women."
Song Jiamu comforted himself and let go of her right leg. Yun Shuqian took the opportunity to stretch her left leg over again, finally changing into the posture of "Song Yun Yun Song".
The war subsided and a brief peace agreement was reached. After all, boys could sit with their legs spread apart, while girls could only sit with their legs together, otherwise they would look too unladylike.
"Come on, come on, be careful..."
The landlady held a tray and brought out two bowls of hot noodles.
"...This three-prawn noodles is mine."
"Sorry, sorry, I'm so busy..."
The lady boss changed the position of the meal and continued her work.
Song Jiamu took out his mobile phone, clicked on a drama he was watching recently, broke off a pair of chopsticks, picked out a few pieces of coriander on the noodle soup, and then started to eat happily.
Yun Shuqian also picked out the chopped green onions on the soup surface, glanced at him, and said to himself: "If I get rich in the future, I will catch all the people who don't eat coriander and feed them to death!"
"..."
Song Jiamu choked, and the noodles almost spit out from his nostrils, but he also said: "If I were rich, I would specialize in greening and plant green onions on every inch of land I can see."
"Humph...childish."
Yun Shuqian murmured, thinking what if the whole world was covered with spring onions, she wouldn't eat them anyway.
She was afraid of burning the noodles, so she picked up some noodles before eating them, held them slightly with a spoon, blew them to cool down, and then ate them in small bites.
I secretly glanced at the guy opposite. His mouth seemed to have no warmth. He was stuffing noodles into his mouth while following the show.
The drama he watched, Yun Shuqian, was just finished, and it was about a bus explosion.
Maybe it was too obvious. Song Jiamu raised his head in surprise: "I'm so handsome today? Why are you staring at me?"
"Who's looking at you?"
While Yun Shuqian was eating noodles, he recalled the inexplicable words he said yesterday, "Let's make peace." Plus the chat last night, she had some questions in her mind that she wanted to ask him.
I don't know what to say, it seems like the two of them haven't had a peaceful chat for a long time...
It wasn't until she was halfway through the meal that she asked, "Song Jiamu, can I ask you a question?"
"Can."
Song Jiamu had already finished eating the noodles and drank the soup with a spoon: "But you have already asked one question."
"...Then can I ask you two questions?"
"Okay, but you've already asked two questions."
"Then can I ask you four questions?"
"You've already asked four questions."
"...When did I ask you four questions??"
"Now."
Yun Shuqian was so angry that she stepped on him hard.
"The mastermind is the woman with the pressure cooker! And the driver is an accomplice!!"
"...??"
Song Jiamu was stunned. The drama he was watching with great interest suddenly became boring.
Yun Shuqian, you vicious woman!
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(Thank you to classmate Chen Shiyi for being the leader. The boss is so generous! The boss has made a fortune! Thank you very much for your continued support!)