Song Jiamu couldn't sleep until Yun Shuqian fell asleep.
And if Song Jiamu wasn't there, Yun Shuqian would never be able to sleep.
Fortunately, he was with her tonight. She moved her little head comfortably in his arms until she reached the most suitable angle and posture. The two of them talked quietly. As the night progressed, the conversation continued.
The voice became quieter and quieter, the girl's breathing gradually became smooth and long, and she fell asleep contentedly.
Song Jiamu also felt very tired. Seeing that she was sleeping obediently and not causing trouble, and smelling the sweet milk fragrance on her body, he hugged her tightly, put his face against her head, and fell asleep deeply and comfortably.
It rained for two days in a row, and it started to clear up on Sunday.
The summer morning comes early, and the sky starts to get bright at five o'clock. At half past five, the whole city lifts the hazy veil of night.
Occasionally, a bird flying high will land on the window sill to rest. It tilts its little head and looks into the room through the gap in the curtains. The room is still dim. Occasionally, it can see the pair of quilts at the end of the bed.
The cute little feet are exposed.
Another bird also landed on the window sill, and the two birds flew up and fluttered their wings high into the sky.
The alarm bell rang at half past five, and Song Jiamu did not dare to turn off the sound. First he felt a vibration on his pillow, and then the gentle tones of mountain water and birdsong began to ring from small to loud.
He slept very alertly. After all, the biological clock adjusted during this period, and he usually woke up earlier. When the ringing was about to wake up the sleeping Princess Yun, Song Jiamu got up and turned off the alarm.
Yun Shuqian was still sleeping soundly, with her big eyes closed relaxedly. When she was lying on her side, her face was pressed on the corner of the quilt, her little mouth was slightly pouted, revealing two lovely white teeth, and she was breathing softly.
Soft.
"He also said he would wake up and watch me go. He slept like a pig."
Song Jiamu looked at the girl's sleeping face and couldn't help but whisper.
She didn't even react when the alarm clock rang, but when she heard Song Jiamu calling her a pig in her sleep, her eyelids trembled slightly and her delicate brows wrinkled slightly.
Song Jiamu was startled. He really couldn't underestimate this woman's desire for revenge. She was still wary of him even when she was sleeping.
He quickly comforted her back gently and whispered: "I said I am a pig, I am."
This time Yun Shuqian let him go, moved her body gently and quietly, grabbed his big hand and hugged him, her soft face was squeezed on the back of his hand, maybe she felt his fist knuckles were hurting again.
Feeling uncomfortable, she rubbed her face against the quilt again.
Song Jiamu carefully took his hand out of hers, gathered the quilt into his shape and let her continue to hold it.
He picked up his mobile phone and made sure that the white socks and keys were in his pocket. He got out of bed quietly and leaned against the door for a while to listen to the movement outside. After confirming that no one was outside, he gently opened the door and came out.
Just like when I came here, I was also nervous and cautious when I went back.
As if walking through a minefield, Song Jiamu left her house cautiously and returned to his own home. It was not until he opened the door of his own room and entered that he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Meow?"
He wakes me up every year, lying on his pillow and lazily bending my waist into an arch.
After being away from home all night, the pillows were covered with cats. The little cat slept very comfortably last night. It was able to do somersaults on the 1.8 meter big bed.
It was still early, so Song Jiamu shook the cat off the pillow and hid the little white sock under the pillow together with the previous one. He lifted the quilt, lay down again and fell asleep.
I kept catching up on my sleep until seven o'clock in the morning, when it was already bright and the morning light shone in through the gaps in the curtains.
The little cat will still enjoy it. While the air conditioner in the room is blowing, it lies on the floor and bask in this ray of morning light.
If this were a novel about cultivating immortals, when the sun comes out in the morning, when the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is the most intense, there is something like washing the limbs and bones. Xiao Yan would have been meditating on the big stone by now. Why did Xun'er
Being able to fall in love with Xiao Yan, brother Xiao Yan would sneak into Xun'er's room every night, using clumsy techniques and a weak fighting spirit to warm the girl's bones and meridians, causing damage every time.
After sweating profusely, I left exhaustedly!
I didn't know what the book meant when I first read it. Looking back, I became a reader of the book. Song Jiamu realized Xiao Yan's hard work.
When I woke up from my bed, it was already seven o'clock. In a daze, I felt that sneaking to her house to sleep last night seemed like a dream.
If you don't do it, you'll never do it again. If you do this every day, something big will happen sooner or later.
Fortunately, it was the weekend, so it didn't matter if he slept less. After catching up on his sleep, Song Jiamu felt no different from usual. He changed into sportswear and went out for a run as usual.
Yun Chongchong, who lives next door, didn't even know when Song Jiamu left. She slept comfortably until she woke up at 7:30.
If his pillow and quilt hadn't been left on the bed, Yun Shuqian would have thought he had a dream last night.
After a good sleep, the girl hugged his quilt and rolled on the bed, humming like a little pig.
It's feasible. It seems that doing this every day is feasible. Anyway, just let Song Zhutou go back early and he won't be discovered. It's feasible!
If Song Jiamu knew what she thought like this, his blood would flow backwards and a mouthful of old blood would spurt out.
Today he changed back to the original running route of Half a Mile Road - Jinxiu Road - Anjiang Road. The temperature in mid-May was already quite high. After running for more than 30 minutes, he was sweating profusely, as if he had just run
It's like being fished out of the water.
He ran into trouble again when buying breakfast. Usually he only bought it for himself and Yun Shuqian, but now Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu are also back. Adhering to the strategy of good performance, Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu have their share of breakfast.
buy it?
Buy. Then since I helped Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu buy it, do I have to buy breakfast for my parents too, right?
Buy. Song Jiamu didn’t buy it during the running route. He ran all the way back to the noodle soup shop where he often ate near the entrance of the community, and then bought a total of six breakfasts.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With his hands full, he went upstairs and rang the doorbell of Yun Shuqian's house.
I was a little surprised when I opened the door. It was Xu Ying who opened the door. Behind her was her precious daughter. She probably wasn't as fast as her mother and didn't open the door in time.
Looking past Xu Ying in front of them, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian quickly exchanged glances.
[Why did your mother wake up so early? Didn’t you notice? 】
【No no!】
Song Jiamu felt relieved now, but he still felt a little guilty in front of Xu Ying.
"Auntie, I made breakfast for you, uncle and Yun Shuqian. It's just right that you woke up so early. The noodles won't taste good if they've been soaked for a long time."
"Wow, Jiamu is so thoughtful! Are you going out for a run so early?"
Xu Ying hurriedly helped him take the breakfast. The old aunt's face was full of satisfaction and joy. As expected, it was this boy from the Song family who was honest and sensible, and could also take care of others.
"Yes, I run every day. From here to Anjiang Road and back again, it's six kilometers."
"It's a good thing to keep running, and it's good for your body. Qian Qian always told her that she doesn't like to exercise."
"Auntie, I'll go back and take a shower first."
"Okay, if you sweat, take a hot bath. Don't catch a cold."
Xu Ying's concern made Song Jiamu feel even more guilty. He looked up and saw that Yun Shuqian looked like a normal person. He had a toothbrush in his mouth and was busy opening breakfast to see what he had for breakfast this morning.
President Yunda, next time I ask you to come to my house, I will see if you are panicked.
Today is the weekend. Although they are a capitalist family, Yun Lin and Xu Ying are not as cruel as asking the company to work overtime. The couple are resting at home.
The two members of Song Jiamu's family didn't go out either. After breakfast, his father played chess on the computer. Song Chi only had four hobbies, playing chess and fishing, as well as watching Deng Gang fishing and watching Xu Yinchuan play.
Whenever he went fishing or was frustrated in playing chess, he would watch the two masters fishing and playing chess, and then he would feel that he could do it again.
My mother did housework and took advantage of the nice weather to take off the quilt at home and wash it. Song Jiamu was typing in front of the computer while his mother took off the quilt behind him.
Suddenly something occurred to her. At the same moment she picked up the pillow, Song Jiamu also turned around and put away the pair of cute little white socks under the pillow.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The sharp-eyed Li Yuan could tell at a glance that these were definitely not his socks. With his big feet, could he burst these small socks?
"Whose socks are these..."
"Oh, Yun Shuqian, she, her shoes were wet that day, and she took off her smelly socks and stuffed them into my schoolbag. I washed them and dried them for her and was about to return them to her."
The old mother was thoughtful, how could this be the same reason as Xu Ying told her yesterday that the brat's clothes were hung to dry in the house next door?
In short, these two guys are definitely weird, they just haven't been caught, but she doesn't understand, what else can young people do with a pair of socks?
Doesn't his son have some strange hobby? Did he go to Qianqian's room to steal it? Isn't it bad to steal a pair of underwear? He had to steal a pair of socks. Qianqian is so sensible and well-behaved. If he said she gave it to him, he would
My mother wouldn't believe it even to death.
There was no evidence, and he couldn't say anything strange. Li Yuan glared at him angrily, and Song Jiamu continued to code with a guilty conscience...
The elders of both parties were at home, and Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian also stayed in their own homes to write.
After dinner at noon, Yunlin from next door came to find Song Chi to go fishing.
"Old Song, have you packed your things? The weather is nice today, I'm sure you can get a lot of goods!"
"I feel like we didn't make a good nest yesterday, but we made another round when we left last night. It should be almost done today."
The two of them were full of confidence and eager to try. Li Yuan was eating melon seeds on the sofa and looked back helplessly at Lao Song, who was about to put on his shoes.
Fortunately, my son doesn’t have such a strange hobby. He spends the whole day sitting by the water. What’s the point?
"Dad! Uncle! I'll go with you too! Didn't we agree yesterday that uncle, I'll go and learn a few tricks from you! Save me twenty years of detours!"
Li Yuan almost choked on her melon seeds. She just said that this brat is quite decent. It’s okay if he develops a habit of liking little girls’ socks. Fishing is the point of no return!
"Why are you going? If you don't memorize a few more words in this time, isn't it said that you will take the CET-4 test next month?"
"Mom, you don't understand."
This is an opportunity to perform well. If you want to win over others, you have to do what they like. You can't let your father-in-law not smoke. No matter how good the cigarettes you give them, it's useless.
Song Jiamu was thinking that when Uncle Yun turns forty-seven years old one day, he would give him a fishing rod... It's too expensive, so he would give him a net copying bar! A net specially designed for copying big fish, Uncle Yun would definitely like it.
Yun Lin looked cheerful, and when he saw Song Jiamu's enthusiasm, he was happy to give him everything he had.
"That's okay. I still have a pole at home, which is suitable for beginners. I'll go back and get it for you."
"Uncle, I will take this box. I am strong."
"it's okay no problem……"
"Bring it here, you're welcome!"
Seeing that his father was hesitant to speak, Song Jiamu wisely carried his father's suitcase on his back. Only then did Song Chi feel satisfied. He didn't know what this brat was thinking? When his grandfather broke his leg.
, Song Chi had to wait a long time, and then he got Li Baicai.
Yun Shuqian learned to braid her hair with her mother at home, and Xu Ying helped her style a nice hairstyle. The girl sat sideways on the sofa, her white and tender calves resting on the armrests of the sofa, her little feet crossed, swaying.
"Hey, Dad, why are you back again?"
"Get a pole. Jiamu said he would go fishing with us and asked me to teach him how to use it."
"...can you teach at your level?"
Xu Ying gave her daughter a half-tied braided hairstyle. Yun Shuqian couldn't learn this complicated braided hair. As expected, it was her mother who helped her do the braided hair. She has a gentle and elegant ladylike temperament. The rear
Wear a small fresh hair tie to look more youthful and sweet.
"You don't even have the vision of Jiamu. If it weren't for resource problems, I would be able to protect you every day at my level."
When she heard that Song Jiamu was also going, Yun Shuqian, who was obediently learning to braid her hair with her mother at home, couldn't sit still.