On the first day of vacation, Song Jiamu got up at six o'clock in the morning.
Perhaps it was God's blessing and understanding of their rare trip out of the city to collect news. Some time ago, the weather forecast said it would rain on May Day, but when I looked at it yesterday, it was also cloudy and sunny at the destination of Suzhou and Hangzhou.
Even counting their childhood, this is the first time that Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian have left Sunan with each other, and only the two of them.
The high-speed rail tickets were booked at 9:30 in the morning. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian did not let Song Chi drive them. The feeling was like that in elementary school. After knowing the way from home to school, the two of them never had the same feeling.
We let our elders pick us up and drop us off, but we prefer to go to and from school with each other, play on the road, use the pocket money in each pocket to buy a stick of ice cream, and then you eat it one bite at a time.
He became extremely happy.
If an elder comes to pick you up, it means you lose a period of time alone with the other person.
"I went for a run and you haven't gotten up yet."
Song Jiamu spoke to the video at a volume that was close to his ears.
The girl who was covering her head with the quilt on the pillow groaned twice, turned around, got into bed and ignored him.
When self-discipline becomes a habit, Song Jiamu will not use this as an excuse to interrupt his running even if he has to go on a long trip later.
For him, exercising has become secondary. What is important is whether he can persist. This is also a good determination for her. He cannot become lax just because the relationship between the two begins to become closer.
What he said to Yun Shuqian last time was true. The most important meaning of the memories is to make him start to reflect. He remembers every stage of getting along with Yun Shuqian and how he became like this, so he must learn to control himself.
Do the right thing.
Going out, we still took the new route today, passing through the landscape bridge, the old pier, and finally to the Linjianghu Scenic Area, and then ran straight back from there, a total distance of seven kilometers.
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At seven o'clock, Song Jiamu rang Yun Shuqian's doorbell with breakfast in hand.
Yun Shuqian had just woken up, still holding a pillow in her arms, rubbing her eyes and looking sleepy. Her hair was messy, she had enviable bangs from her sleep, and there were some red marks on her pretty face.
"You just woke up? I've already run seven kilometers!"
"I fell asleep very late last night."
"Didn't you sleep with me?"
"You have the nerve to say that! You fell asleep in five minutes! You ignored me when I talked to you!"
"How should I care for you when I'm asleep..."
Because when she thought about setting off with him to Suzhou and Hangzhou tomorrow to collect the scenery, Yun Shuqian was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night, thinking over and over again about going out to play.
Sometimes I thought about where to go, and sometimes I thought about living in the same room with him. I also searched for a lot of weird things to note about boys and girls living together, and even hesitated to click the check-out button in the double room I booked.
I have hesitated many times.
But this guy slept like a pig's head, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
"It's time to brush your teeth and have breakfast. We'll set off at 7:40. Have you packed everything?"
"It's been prepared a long time ago, where's yours?"
"Everything is ready!"
"Bye-Bye."
Yun Shuqian closed the door, put breakfast on the table, and threw the pillow back into the room. She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face. She combed her hair with a small comb and patted her face with both hands. She had a little baby fat on her face, so she was very kissable.
That kind of.
She changed into a long skirt with a gentle style. Recently, whenever she went out to play with him, she would wear a skirt.
I ran into my mother's room, took an eyebrow pencil and simply drew my eyebrows, applied a little light-colored lipstick, pursed my lips to make the color even, and now I was done with makeup.
As for concealer powder, she didn't use much. Her skin was very good, and it didn't make much difference whether she applied powder or not. He couldn't tell it anyway.
The key is that he went to bed late. If he had woken up an hour earlier, Yun Shuqian would have dressed up seriously. As for why he went to bed late, it was not all his fault.
So blame him, blame him, it’s all him.
After doing this, Yun Shuqian checked her luggage again. She also packed it for a long time last night. She originally wanted to bring a suitcase, but in the end she decided to travel light.
Compared with many girls, the things are not too much, but it also contains a whole large backpack. The computer is placed in the mezzanine, clothes and other things are in the middle, and there is also a small bag for daily carrying.
You can't carry such a big backpack everywhere you go.
People always remember that they forgot to bring something when they are on the road, so Yun Shuqian checked it early.
Then while eating breakfast, I was thinking carefully about what else I didn’t bring.
Last night on Baidu, many girls said it was best to bring a pack of small safety umbrellas. After all, they live with boys, just in case.
She doesn’t want to take it!
If Song Jiamu found out, wouldn't he be embarrassed to death?
How could a reserved girl agree to such a thing!
During the video chat with Song Jiamu last night, the two of them also checked their luggage. He brought many things that could be used together, so she didn't have to bring them.
For example, if he brings the charging cable for his laptop, then her computer can also be used, so there is no need to bring it again.
After breakfast, it was already 7:40.
Yun Shuqian put on a pair of white shoes, carried the big travel backpack, and rang the doorbell of Song Jiamu's house.
It was Li Yuan who opened the door.
"Good morning, aunt."
"Qianqian has packed up so quickly? Come in and sit for a while. You don't need to change your shoes. Auntie will mop the floor later."
Yun Shuqian went to the sofa and sat down to wait for him, put down her schoolbag, and played with Nian Nian for a while.
"Well~ every year, we have to go out to work, you have to be good at home, you know."
"Meow wow wow."
Nian Nian is very sensible, and when he thinks that Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian are going to work hard to earn small fish for him, he becomes extremely well-behaved.
Not long after, Song Jiamu also came out of the room with his bag on his back, and Yun Shuqian also picked up his backpack and stood up.
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"Be safe on the road and remember to call when you arrive."
"Know it."
"Take more care of Qianqian!"
"Know it."
Song Jiamu also hugged Nian Nian and kissed her, which happened to be the position where Yun Shuqian had just kissed her.
The girl rolled her eyes at him, but didn't remind him.
The two of them came out of the house, went downstairs, and walked to the community. The early morning sun had already set, and it felt warm and comfortable on their bodies.
"Uncle Liu, where are you cleaning the turtle?"
"Hey, where are you two going this early in the morning?"
"Go to Suzhou and Hangzhou."
"Hey, where are you looking at the West Lake?"
"yes."
Song Jiamu smiled and chatted with the gatekeeper, Uncle Liu, and Yun Shuqian also said obediently, "Good morning, Grandpa Liu."
After leaving the community, starting from here is considered part of the journey.
The unknown bird jumped up and flew on the green belt. The sky was blue, the sun was shining brightly, and the girl was in a beautiful mood.
"Give me the backpack."
"what?"
"I'll help you carry it."
Song Jiamu talked to Yun Shuqian while walking.
The girl herself is petite. Her travel backpack is floral. It looks like the kind used by girls, but it is not small. She carries it on her back like a heavy shell. Plus she wears
The dress is a long skirt, which makes her look more delicate, but the backpack is as heavy as a five-finger mountain.
"No, I can carry it myself."
"Bring it to you, don't take advantage of it, and claim that you are smart."
Song Jiamu stopped in front of her, grabbed the shoulder strap of her backpack with both hands, and took it off her slender shoulders.
The collar of the girl's skirt was lifted a little, and the extremely fair skin and delicate collarbones on her shoulders could be seen.
"You have to carry it for me yourself. I don't have any hidden rules for you."
"Yes, yes, it's a great honor for me to be able to help the president carry his bag."
Song Jiamu was also carrying a large black backpack behind his back, so he put her floral backpack on his chest and carried it. As a result, he became very bloated, while the girl next to him was relaxed, like the girl who was covered by the wind.
The billowing skirt is full of light and airy flavor.
"Then do you feel heavy?"
"I won't feel the weight even if I carry you on my back. I'm very strong."
"What a bastard. You'll be so heavy soon that you can't stand it anymore."
Without the weight of the backpack, Yun Shuqian turned into a little bird. Even his steps felt like jumping, light and comfortable.
She enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of by him and being very close to him.
The subway station is not far away. After walking for about a kilometer, you can see the stop sign.
"Face mask."
"Where did you put it?"
"I'll get it."
Song Jiamu stopped. She stood in front of him, opened the zipper of her backpack, and took out two masks from the outermost pack.
Song Jiamu lowered his head, and she was stunned for a moment, then helped him put on the mask, even though his hands were empty.
After putting on the mask, checking the health code and itinerary code, and carrying her backpack through the security check machine, she waited at the exit of the security check machine and quickly pulled out the two heavy bags. Song Jiamu took them and put them on her shoulders again.
Yun Shuqian rarely takes the subway. There are quite a lot of people at this moment, most of them with big bags and small bags like the two of them. Especially on the line to the high-speed rail station, there are many people waiting in line.
The two stood side by side. When the subway didn't come, the glass was like a mirror, reflecting their appearance.
Only then did Yun Shuqian realize that he was so tall when looking at him from a third perspective.
"Song Jiamu, stand up straight."
"what."
"Compare."
Song Jiamu stood up straight, and she stood up straight too. Only then did Song Jiamu realize that she was 'looking in the mirror'.
She was 1.65 meters tall and just reached his shoulders. She was wearing a gentle floral dress and her hair was spread behind her. Next to her, Song Jiamu was carrying bags for two people. He was sunny and handsome, standing tall.
There was a sense of security around her.
Yun Shuqian took out her mobile phone and took a photo against the reflection of the glass.
"Travel, let's go!"
After the photo was taken, the train also entered the station, and the light and shadow were intertwined.
She only felt that her little hand was wrapped by a warm and generous hand, and Song Jiamu held her.
"Let's go."
"Oh oh..."
With Song Jiamu protecting her, Yun Shuqian felt smoother even during the process of squeezing into the subway.
He naturally held her hand to prevent her from being scattered by the crowd, and led her inside.
There was definitely no room left to sit. The two of them walked to the middle of the carriage. Song Jiamu held her with his right hand and held on to the support pole beside him with his left hand. During the whole process, the girl obediently didn't say a word.
When the door closed and the train started moving, she staggered a little, but Song Jiamu held her hand with just a little force and she stabilized her figure easily.
As the train gradually stabilized, Yun Shuqian also felt that the hands held by the two began to get warmer little by little, and finally felt hot. Her palms were sweating, and the hem of her floral skirt moved gently with the train.
The ground was shaking, and her slender and tight body was also close to his side. Her other hand was clenching her small fist tightly, her heart was beating hard, and her cheeks were flushed. Fortunately, he couldn't see it because he was wearing a mask.
"You, you still won't let go..."
"What?" Song Jiamu pretended to be stupid.
"hand."
"Oh, I'm afraid you got lost."
Song Jiamu reluctantly let go of the catkins in his palm.
I really have to admire the ancient descriptions. The girl's hands are not just like catkins, thin and soft, but also like a piece of warm jade, smooth and slightly cool.
"I'm not a child."
Seeing that he let go of his hand, Yun Shuqian breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being held by him made her both nervous and enjoying it, but for now, nervousness and uneasiness still occupied most of her emotions.
She wanted to hold on to something, but there were no poles or handrails around her unless she was willing to take a step and leave Song Jiamu.
"Just hold me and it'll be fine."
"Not so good……"
"What's the point? No one knows us, and we are wearing masks."
Song Jiamu grabbed her hand again and placed it on his waist.
Yun Shuqian felt coy for a while. After he let go, she put her hand on his waist and didn't take it back. She was too embarrassed to fully put it on her, and just pinched the corner of his clothes with a few fingers.
You don't have to change lines to get to the high-speed rail station, but it's still quite a distance, probably more than half an hour. It's only early eight in the morning, and the high-speed rail ticket is for 9:30, so there's plenty of time.
From the beginning when she was just squeezing the corner of his clothes, to the bumpy train stop and start, the girl's hand was completely around Song Jiamu's waist, and she was closer to him. The two of them stood side by side, but in the middle
His body was almost completely attached to her.
Is there a possibility that she can actually hold the backpack?
In order to cover up her lack of reserve, she extended her palm towards Song Jiamu.
"What for? Do you want to hold me?"
"Go away. Didn't you bring chewing gum? Give me a piece."
"..."
Damn it! There’s no chewing gum! He didn’t bring any chewing gum!
"Um, I forgot to take it back when I took it out to eat in the morning. I have some fruit candies in my pocket, would you like some?"
Yun Shuqian glanced at him suspiciously, nodded and said, "Okay."
"Take it yourself."
Song Jiamu held the support pole with his left hand, held the mobile phone in his right hand, and turned his right leg towards her, which meant that the candy was in his trouser pocket.
Yun Shuqian's little hands got in and dug around in his trouser pockets.
Song Jiamu's thigh muscles tightened instantly, as if he had crawled into a naughty big eel.
"No……"
"Is it on the left?"
"What is this..."
"Little power bank, don't take it out! I'll give it to you."
Only then did Yun Shuqian realize that this action seemed a bit strange, and the passengers sitting around looked at them in surprise.
She pulled the mask up a little more, stared at him fiercely and said, "Did you do this on purpose?"
"The conscience of heaven and earth, it really wasn't intentional!"
Song Jiamu took out the candy from his left trouser pocket.
Yun Shuqian took the candy, tore one piece open and put it in his mouth, then tore another piece open, pinching the candy with his tender fingers. Song Jiamu also cooperated and pulled down the mask, and she stuffed the candy into his mouth.
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Her fingers touched his lips, feeling warm and moist.
She was stunned and took her hand back.
The peeled off candy coating was balled up and stuffed back into his trouser pocket.