The first day after the holiday, Beginning of Summer.
Accustomed to a slightly late schedule of half an hour during the holidays, Song Jiamu's biological clock also failed today, and he woke up leisurely when the alarm clock rang at six o'clock.
Fortunately, I was still energetic when I woke up.
The little cat also stretched out lazily on his pillow. Compared with the eldest lady next door, it was much easier to sleep with Nian Nian.
After all, boys and girls are different. When Song Jiamu sleeps with Yun Shuqian, it takes him a long time to calm down and fall asleep, and the dreams he has at night are also fascinating and torturous. After all, the fragrance of her hair is in his nose and her palms are full.
Her heart is filled with her gentleness, and her ears are filled with her lazy pig-like humming.
It's different for girls. As long as it's safe, she will sleep particularly comfortably and be able to sleep in the arms of the person she likes. Which girl doesn't dream of it.
Song Jiamu habitually looked at the mobile phone on the bedside, and then remembered that Yun Shuqian didn't video chat with him last night.
The breathing light of the phone was flashing, and when I clicked on the message, it was from her.
One fifteen in the morning: "Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu."
One o'clock in the morning: "Are you asleep? I feel something under the bed!"
One o'clock in the morning: "[Voice call 1s]"
What?
She even made a one-second voice call to him in the middle of the night last night?
Probably to confirm that he was really asleep, she hung up the voice call as soon as it was dialed, without waking him up.
1:17 a.m.: "Pig!"
Then there were more than a dozen pig emojis, including the big white pig being dragged away by its ears and trotters.
Song Jiamu was speechless. Fortunately, in the hotel, if she made a fuss, he could squeeze into her bed with just one step.
But now that he was at home, could he still spend the night at her house secretly while hiding from his parents...
Song Jiamu thought about the feasibility of doing this.
But he soon gave up. After all, her parents were coming back in a few days. How could he hide from his uncle and aunt and sleep with their daughter at their house?
They sleep together but are not allowed to hug each other, are not allowed to share the same quilt, and make themselves uncomfortable. This is a loss-making business that Song Jiamu will not do.
Sent her a message.
Song Zhutou: "Are you awake?"
She didn't reply.
Song Jiamu got up and changed his clothes, rinsed his mouth and face briefly, drank a glass of water and went out for a run.
It is still the new route that is six kilometers long, passing through the landscape bridge, to the old dock, and finally to the Jianghu Scenic Area.
Beginning of Summer is the first solar term of summer. For people in the south, summer has truly arrived. When the weather is good, the daytime temperature can reach 30 degrees.
It's only about six o'clock in the morning, but the sunshine is already pretty good.
Song Jiamu was wearing a gray vest. As the running distance increased, his chest and back gradually became soaked. The gray color was very vivid, and the soaked areas turned into ink color.
The shoulder straps of the vest are relatively thin, and the small teeth marks on his right shoulder can be easily seen. The purple color has faded slightly, but the marks are still clearly visible.
Of course, for boys, scratches on their backs or teeth marks on their shoulders are not something to be ashamed of. On the contrary, when such injuries occur, they will feel proud, which is a symbol of bravery and invincibility.
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Only generals who have experienced hundreds of battles have scars, large and small, on their bodies.
Song Jiamu's physical fitness is very good, and a healthy body will make people more confident.
When running, his mind is not empty. He will roughly arrange today's schedule. Today is Thursday, and tomorrow will be a short day for recommended stops.
In the week since the last recommendation, his and Yun Shuqian's new books have performed very well among the books of the same period, so I think there will be no problem in advancing to the next round of recommendations.
Currently, when it comes to writing, my ideas are smooth, and this fluency is also reflected in the text. Internet writing pays great attention to the smoothness of reading. After all, readers read books at a glance. They have never seen a pig running or eaten pork. There are many
Readers can't say what's good about the book, but they can also keenly feel that "this book will be a hit, leave your name in the front row"
If it were before switching to this job, Song Jiamu would have been complacent, but now he seems quite indifferent. He doesn't stare at the background all day like before. He slowly changed his mentality from caring about data to caring about writing itself.
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Perhaps this is also due to the changes brought about by writing with Yun Shuqian.
He liked writing with her. Of course, it would be best if she could get results, which would be twice as good as hers. When he became president, he would order her to wear cute socks to show him.
"Hello handsome guy, what would you like?"
"Two xiaolongbao and two egg pancakes."
The sister who sold the buns saw the teeth marks on his shoulders and suddenly felt envious of the girl who could help him bring breakfast. After all, she was tall, handsome, and in great shape, and she was so gentle when she helped bring breakfast.
The child can handle it.
The guy who was also buying steamed buns saw the teeth marks on his shoulder and decided to start running tomorrow... Wait, where can I find a girl to bite me?
The young man fell into the philosophical question of which came first, the chicken or the egg, so should he find a girlfriend first and then run, or should he run first and then find a girlfriend?
Just when he was about to ask Song Jiamu for advice, he had already carried breakfast and started running again in the morning sun.
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Song Jiamu ran back to the community and rang the doorbell of Yun Shuqian's house.
She usually opens the door very neatly, but this morning she took a lot of time to open the door.
Song Jiamu was startled when he saw the girl with messy hair and a depressed look.
"Yunzhu Po, did you put out the fire last night? Why are the dark circles under your eyes so big?!"
"..."
Yun Shuqian quickly took out a small mirror and looked at it. Sure enough, she looked like a national treasure.
I couldn't sleep most of the night last night, and I still remember that at two o'clock, she was still checking all kinds of strange questions on her mobile phone.
She swears! At first, she just wanted to find out how to fall asleep as quickly as possible!
Then the answer was to tell her that it would be easier to sleep when she was tired.
She went to find out how girls could be tired and sleep well at the same time, and the more she checked, the stranger the questions became.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! By the end, she searched all kinds of questions and answers about the first experience instructions, and even blushed and practiced how to make sounds...
All in all, the precious sleep time of the night was completely occupied by random thoughts. It was not until I finally felt sleepy that I fell asleep in a daze.
I won’t mention what happened in the dream.
"It's all your fault! How can I go to school now..." The girl's face suddenly became bitter. Because her eyes were big, the dark circles under her eyes became more and more obvious.
"...Then, I'm sorry?" Song Jiamu apologized carefully.
"Huh, here, your soy milk."
“Delicious.”
Song Jiamu took a sip of soy milk and wanted to say something else, but the girl had already closed the door and hurriedly went to wash her face.
When I got home, my mother came out of the room yawning.
"Hey, I'm covered in stinky sweat. Go wash up quickly."
"It doesn't stink."
Song Jiamu put down his breakfast, raised his arms and smelled it, then bent down to take off his shoes. The shoulder straps of his vest slipped, and his mother saw the small teeth marks on his shoulders.
His eyes widened for a moment, and his face was full of shock.
With such neat little teeth marks, could it be that I fell down while running and bit someone else’s dentures that were thrown on the ground?
"Did you use the one I gave you last time?" the old mother asked calmly.
"...How can it be used?"
Song Jiamu was speechless, put on his slippers and went back to the room to take a shower.
Li Yuan ran back to the room in a panic.
"Lao Song! Lao Song!"
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After taking a shower, changing clothes, eating breakfast, and feeding Nian Nian, Song Jiamu carried his bag and picked up the keys to his electric car and was ready to go out.
"I am leaving."
"……be safe."
"knew."
Song Jiamu closed the door and went to Yun Shuqian's house again. Just like when they went to school together when they were children, he rang her doorbell.
Indeed, it has been many, many years since I went to school with her, not counting the occasional encounters. After all, when they occasionally meet, one of them will speed up the pace and the other will slow down. It has never been like this.
He rang her doorbell specially to invite her to go to school with him.
Yun Shuqian opened the door quickly. She put on the most common outfit she usually wears when going to school, white shoes, casual nine-point pants and a slightly loose T-shirt. She had a small bag and a large kettle slung over her shoulders, and she was soaking in the kettle.
With a few jasmine petals.
Only when she was with him would she wear cute little skirts.
Although she was so embarrassed when she asked him to send her to school last night, after a night of reflection, she had selectively forgotten that it was she who had asked him to send her to school, and just assumed that it was Song Zhutou who wanted to send her to school!
After all, a quarter and a half is good for both of them. If he refuses to send her to school, she will deduct 0.5... No, deduct a quarter, only a quarter and a half is good!
Since he sent her to school, she would add a little more to him, barely getting it back to one-third!
"I'm coming."
She opened the door and stood in front of Song Jiamu. She still had some unfinished buns in her mouth. Because she was in a hurry, she stuffed them all into her mouth, which made her mouth bulge.
The girl's face is so tender, and when her mouth bulges out, her skin looks like a water-filled balloon, making people want to poke it.
"Song Jiamu, do I still have dark circles under my eyes?" She said vaguely, trying hard to eat the buns in her mouth.
"I'll take a closer look."
"Um."
She stood obediently, and Song Jiamu bent down and came closer, with that big face right in front of her.
The two of them were so close to each other!
His breath hit her face!
Yun Shuqian's big eyes stared at him warily to prevent him from suddenly kissing her lustfully.
Song Jiamu didn't dare to kiss her.
He just stretched out his finger and poked her cheek, and it was really good!
So, visible to the naked eye, the girl's eyes became dangerous.
Before she could speak, Song Jiamu quickly distanced himself and said, "There is one more thing, but it doesn't matter. It's not as obvious as just now."
"Lower your head." she said.
"what……"
"Lower your head."
"..."
Song Jiamu had no choice but to lower his head again.
She stretched out her tender fingers and pinched his face.
"alright."
"..."
Okay, but I really don’t want him to take advantage of it at all.
The two walked to the elevator side by side. When the elevator went down and opened the door, there were two residents upstairs.
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian entered the elevator and turned around. The palms between them were half-clenched, and the backs of their hands were rubbing against each other. If there hadn't been someone in the elevator, they would have held hands.
But luckily it's not someone I know.
The backs of their hands rubbed against each other for a while, and then they raised their little fingers in a tacit understanding. Song Jiamu's little finger was hooked up with her tender and soft little finger.
Yun Shuqian couldn't see the two people behind her, but she felt so excited when her fingers hooked up with Song Jiamu's.
She always felt that the two people behind her were staring at her and Song Jiamu's hooking fingers.
For a reserved girl, it was already very ambiguous to hook up with Song Zhutou with her little finger in front of strangers, but Song Jiamu was a little more unrestrained. Not long after the pinky hooked up, he put his palm around, palms facing each other, and his five fingers penetrated
He slipped into the girl's fingers, held her little hand, and intertwined their fingers.
Yun Shuqian hadn't even finished chewing the buns in her mouth. Her heartbeat quickened for a moment and she forgot to move her mouth.
The two of them secretly held hands and got out of the elevator. They looked around to see if there were any acquaintances as if they were having an affair. They continued to hold hands secretly and came to the carport where the electric car was parked in the community.
whee.
Yun Shuqian was in a beautiful mood. Holding hands with him for a short distance made her sleepiness disappear all night, and now she was very energetic.
Although she said when she was in Suhang that she couldn't do this again after she came back, it was okay to be sneaky, but she couldn't tell him, "It's okay to be sneaky". This would make her look very rude. If Song Jiamu didn't understand
If so, then he is a pig head, a pig head, a stinky pig head!
She stood obediently next to the electric car, and Song Jiamu took out the helmet and helped her put it on.
Many times, Song Jiamu felt like he didn't feel like he was in love, but like he had an extra daughter.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! His big hands helped her straighten the helmet, and she looked at him with her big eyes open.
Yun Shuqian likes to look at him very much, not entirely because he is good-looking, but because his serious expression attracts her, and his gentle eyes make her feel good.
"How long are you going to chew the bun in your mouth?"
"I have a small mouth, so I have to chew a lot before eating to be healthy."
"Then have you drank the soy milk?"
"No, I came out as soon as you pressed the doorbell. I'll be early next time. I went to bed late today."
"Then you won't let me wait for you?"
"I'm not as thick-skinned as you. Even though you are late, you still dare to ask others to wait for you."
"Getting in the car."
Song Jiamu sat astride the electric car, his feet firmly planted on the ground.
Yun Shuqian held his strong shoulders, raised her legs to sit on the back seat of the electric car, and put her arms around his waist. But compared to before the holiday, she had more body contact with him, and her arms were also around him.
Very tight.
Occasionally when the electric car bumped over the speed bump, their bodies would get closer. She did not pull away like before, but just let the bumps of the electric car push her against his back.
"Uncle Liu, where are you cleaning the turtle?"
"yes."
Uncle Liu turned the turtle over and used a toothbrush to brush its undercarriage. He looked at the two kids leaving the community on an electric scooter and forgot to brush the turtle's chassis for a moment.
The old turtle didn't like being turned over, so its four little thick legs came out of the shell, and with great effort, it turned over on its own.
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There is no need to squeeze in the bus to go to school. The morning wind and sunshine are very pleasant, blowing the girl's hair.
"So you slept well last night?" the girl behind asked.
"..."
Song Jiamu was alertly aware of the danger and said quickly: "No, if you don't video chat with me, I will toss and turn all night long and won't be able to sleep."
"But you don't even know I sent you a message."
"I closed my eyes, covered my head with the pillow and tossed and turned."
While waiting for the traffic light, Song Jiamu and the bus that Yun Shuqian usually took stopped together. The two of them turned to look at the passengers who were squeezed against the door in the bus in tacit understanding.
Song Jiamu proudly blew his whistle towards the bus.
Yun Shuqian also proudly whistled towards the bus like a hen laying eggs.
"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"Will we get beaten up if we do this?"
"If they get out of the car and beat us, just hide in my arms."
"How did you blow that whistle? How could you blow it so loudly?"
"It's useless to learn from me. Yours is awesome. It's full of sarcasm. You can teach me how to brag."
"That's it."
She poked her head from the side of his shoulder. Song Jiamu turned his head and saw her pouting her cute little mouth. She blew hard and made a "giggle" sound.
Song Jiamu also imitated her and started giggling.
"Oh, you hate it so much. It's obviously the sound of a hen laying eggs! You're so excited that you want someone to beat you!"
"But aren't you just giggling?"
"Yes~~~~~!"
"Kekeke~!"
The light turned green, Song Jiamu turned the accelerator, and the two silly fools rode the electric bike and overtook the bus in one fell swoop.