"You guys, don't be like this! Stop looking down on others!"
Yun Shuqian sat in the driver's seat and looked speechlessly at Song Jiamu, who was holding the armrest in the passenger seat, and his father and uncle who were sitting in the back seat and fastened their seat belts.
Are you so distrustful of her skills? After all, she is also a student who successfully obtained the certificate in one go! Even Song Jiamu failed once, but she didn’t!
As for the fact that she received the most scolding from the coach during normal driving practice, it is not worth mentioning. The coach never scolded Song Jiamu, but he also failed once.
Song Jiamu and the other three hurriedly explained, but the hand holding the armrest did not leave. Probably after riding in a car for so many years, everyone's safety awareness is the highest when riding in Yun Shuqian's car.
"I'll help you navigate, just look at the road." Song Jiamu quickly took out his phone and turned on the navigation.
"..."
It seems that I have to prove myself through actions.
Yun Shuqian started the car and studied the gear. Although her father's car was a good car, she always felt that it was not as smooth to drive as that shabby coach car.
"Pull the armrest up for reverse gear, and down for D gear..." Yun Lin poked his head over from the back seat and reminded in a low voice.
"I know, it's not like I've never driven before. Dad, didn't you teach me how to drive? I bumped into a pillar when reversing, and I drove pretty well on the road."
"Well..." Yun Lin hesitated. Not long after his daughter got her certificate, he did teach her how to drive. But after that lesson, he spent more than a thousand dollars to touch up the paint and never did it again.
After teaching her, I think it would be better for her to drive less.
Yun Shuqian looked eager to try. He first adjusted his seat very far forward, as if feeding milk to the steering wheel.
Then adjust the seat higher and fasten the seat belt.
"Where are we going now?" she asked, looking around at the road environment.
"Drive up from here first, then turn right onto Diba Road." Song Jiamu looked at the navigation road.
She shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator, causing the car to swerve suddenly. Then she slammed on the brakes, and the other three people in the car were frightened.
"Are you okay...?"
"I, I want to turn around."
"Reverse the car first, push the gear up, and don't step on the accelerator. The car has enough power."
"oh oh."
Yun Shuqian put the reverse gear on and the car backed up. She looked at the rearview mirror and turned the steering wheel hurriedly.
Feeling that she was almost in the right position, she slammed on the brakes again, then returned the steering wheel and prepared to move forward.
But when she released the brake, the car still rolled backwards, so she stepped on the brake again and shifted into forward gear.
The car finally drove forward, lurching forward suddenly, then slowly and steadily, and drove out from the open space below, which was a very steep uphill road.
"Give me a little oil...Give it gently! Give it gently!" Song Jiamu was no longer interested in looking at the scenery, and quickly helped her look at the road ahead.
"Turn right onto Diba Road, the road there is narrow, just slow down..."
Yun Shuqian was full of confidence at first, but gradually stopped talking. He nervously held the steering wheel and slowly applied the gas to turn the corner. It was a big right angle.
"Slow down at the intersection and turn on the lights." Song Jiamu reminded.
Yun Shuqian turned on the wipers.
Song Jiamu, Yunlin, Song Chi: "..."
"Light, light."
"I'm waiting."
"I said the turn signal... didn't you notice when you turned on the wipers?"
"oh……"
Yun Shuqian then hurriedly turned on the turn signal and waited at the intersection for a while. Song Jiamu, who was in the passenger seat, tried hard to help her look at the car.
"If you don't have a car, just drive up slowly."
"oh……"
The car drove onto the embankment road.
The road was relatively narrow, with only low guardrails on both sides, and there was a slope going down. Yun Shuqian didn't even dare to speak, so he drove cautiously and at a very slow speed.
"You can drive faster when you don't have a car. Drive this section of road quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome if you know how to drive."
"I, I don't dare to drive too fast!"
Maintaining a speed of about 20 to 30 kilometers, the black Mercedes-Benz drove slowly on the embankment road.
Song Jiamu didn't dare to rush her and concentrated on helping her see the road.
In the distance, a white SUV driving at a speed of about fifty or sixty kilometers drove over from the opposite side of Diba Road. Yun Shuqian suddenly became nervous.
"What should I do? Should I dodge him? The road is so narrow. Where should I dodge?"
"It's okay, it's okay. Slow down, slow down, turn on the lights, there is a small opening in front for cars, go there and pull over."
The girl, whose palms were so nervous that her palms were sweating, turned on the wiper again.
At the same time as the wipers were turned on, the white car on the opposite side seemed to be stunned. The speed immediately slowed down until it stopped, and then began to slowly retreat.
"Why is he reversing?"
"...He is timid, so leave him alone and continue to drive forward slowly."
"oh oh."
Yun Shuqian continued to drive forward slowly, and the white SUV took the initiative to reverse to the meeting point on the other side in the distance, allowing the Mercedes-Benz with the wiper on to pass straight past.
Fortunately, this dangerous embankment road is not too long. After passing this section, Yun Shuqian felt much more relaxed.
"Wipers..." Song Jiamu reminded softly, covering his face.
He has never spoken so gently in his life.
After all, she is a novice female driver, so she should be more considerate. When Song Jiamu drove on the road for the first time, she was also quite nervous. She just needs to get used to it gradually.
Although Yun Shuqian's driving skills were not good enough, she didn't have much control over the automatic car. She also drove slowly, really slowly. From time to time, there would be three aunts on the road passing by this Mercedes-Benz.
She doesn't argue with others, but occasionally she gets nervous when she hears a horn from behind a car.
She looked at the road and did not dare to turn around and talk to Song Jiamu. Song Jiamu could see her nervousness and said softly: "It's okay. Let's drive our own car. Just take your time. The speed is enough."
"Uh-huh!"
"Anyway, when you encounter a situation that is not easy to handle, just turn on the wipers."
"...you look down on me?"
"Absolutely not!"
As night fell, Yun Shuqian drove more carefully, still showing the awareness of a novice.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It took less than forty minutes when I went there, and a full hour and five minutes when I came back.
The car drove into the community, drove back to the parking lot, and arrived near his parking space. Yun Shuqian backed up the car for another seven minutes before crookedly stuffing the car into the parking space.
When the engine was turned off, the four people in the car breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, I'll get used to it after I drive it a few times!"
Miss Yun closed the car door and got out of the car. The down-to-earth feeling made her confident and felt that she could do it again.
"Song Jiamu, you can practice driving with me some other time."
"..."
Song Jiamu didn't dare to answer the call, and he wasn't afraid that she would drive by herself. She wouldn't have the guts to drive by herself without anyone accompanying her.
"Get something, get something."
Song Jiamu quickly ran to the back, opened the trunk and helped get things.
The fish in the fish guard have been poured out and put into buckets. There are four in total, two crucian carp weighing half a kilogram, which were caught by Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian, and a bighead fish weighing three or four kilograms, which was caught by Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian.
Lately, there was also a snakehead fish weighing more than two pounds, which was caught by Yunlin.
"Uncle, it really has to be you. Aren't you using silver carp and bighead carp as bait? How did you catch this black fish? Such a big one is enough to make a big pot of pickled fish!"
"...Each fish has a different constitution. Snakehead fish are greedy and it is normal to eat silver carp and bighead carp bait."
"Dad, this bighead fish is so big, why didn't I see any movement when you were walking the fish just now?"
"...Walking the fish depends on your technique. It's not too big. Once you get tired of walking it, the movement will naturally become less."
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian looked at the two small crucian carps they had caught. Compared with the big fish of their two elders, they realized that they still had a lot to learn.
There was no air force today, and after harvesting so many fish, the two families still ate together.
We ate at Song Jiamu's house and Song Chi cooked the food himself. The fishing guy's fish-killing skills were pretty good. The kitten came right after smelling the fishy smell and squatted at the door of the kitchen, refusing to leave.
The black fish is used to make pickled fish, the head of the big head fish is used to make the fish head with chopped pepper, and the fish body is chopped into small pieces and fried until it is fragrant and can be eaten slowly in the refrigerator.
As for the two small crucian carps, they are most suitable for making soup. First fry them in oil, mash them with a shovel, and then add various ingredients. Finally, use a filter to filter out the fish residue, leaving the white soup with tofu and fry it.
Eggs, kelp, wolfberry.
This soup is best for girls like Yun Shuqian and mothers who have just given birth. It is nutritious and both husband and child are very satisfied.
After Yun Lin and Xu Ying came back, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian's nighttime activities dropped sharply. After all, their elders had just come back and they didn't dare to be too arrogant.
I coded and took a shower peacefully at my own home.
Song Jiamu was fine, but Yun Shuqian felt much worse. After taking a bath, no one helped her dry her hair. Her parents were here, and she was too embarrassed to go to Song Jiamu's house all the time.
Yun Zhu Po: "I've finished taking a shower."
Song Zhutou: "I just finished washing it too."
Yun Zhu Po: "Come here and help me dry my hair."
Song Zhutou: "I'm not going, your parents are here! How can I be embarrassed?"
Yun Zhu Po: "Just say that you come to me to do your homework, okay?"
Song Zhutou: "I won't go."
Yun Shuqian was so angry that she wrapped her wet hair in a towel. She sat on the edge of the bed, took a photo of her legs together with her mobile phone, and then sent the photo of her legs to him.
Twenty seconds later, her doorbell rang.
Yun Shuqian, who was in the room, didn't hear it. Xu Ying, who was wearing home pajamas, came over and opened the door for him.
Song Jiamu was wearing a homely T-shirt and shorts, holding a laptop and a cat in his hands. The cat was dozing off with the air conditioner blowing on. When he came to his senses, he had already brought him here.
"Jiamu, are you looking for Qianqian?"
"Hmm, tomorrow isn't Monday. I have an homework on Introduction to Linguistics that I haven't finished yet. I was just thinking about asking Yun Shuqian. Auntie, your skin is very good."
"No, I just took a shower and took off my makeup, and I can't even hide these crow's feet..."
Xu Ying was so coaxed that she quickly stepped aside to let Song Jiamu into the room. She turned around and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Qianqian, Jiamu is here to do your homework."
Yun Shuqian was still sitting by the bed looking at his phone. He saw that the leg photo had been posted for dozens of seconds and he didn’t make any move. Do you think he was really that hard-hearted? But when he was about to withdraw the photo, he heard Xu Ying
The voice that said he was coming.
Putting down the phone hurriedly to hide the joy on her face, she opened the door and saw Song Zhutou holding the cat and computer. He didn't look at her, just glanced casually, lowered his head and followed Xu Ying.
While talking, Xu Ying poured him a glass of water.
The girl's expression was calm and she said naturally: "I haven't dried my hair yet. You can come in and do it yourself."
"Auntie, should I do my homework first?"
"Okay, take this fruit in and eat it. Auntie, please turn down the TV so that I don't disturb you."
"It's okay, it's okay! Auntie, just watch TV! Let me play with you every year."
Song Jiamu gave the cat to his old aunt to play with. He took the cut fruit plate and the computer into her daughter's room.
The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and he turned around and closed the door gently.
"whee."
After the door was closed, the girl who had been serious just now couldn't help but giggle, rushed from behind him, hugged him, and rubbed her face against him like a cat.
She smelled delicious just after taking a shower, and the smooth feel and elasticity of the girl's skin came from the friction of their arms, and Song Jiamu couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
He wanted to turn around and hug her, but she had a delicate figure and was hugging her tightly behind his back, so he couldn't hug her.
Her slender, round and well-proportioned hands hugged his waist, her ten fingers clasped tightly together, and she pressed on his strong belly, her palms soft and warm.
Song Jiamu walked forward, and she pulled him suddenly, then stretched out a hand to fumble behind him, locked the door he had just closed, and then hugged him back again.
Song Jiamu continued to walk forward, placing the fruit plate and computer in his hands on the table. Miss Yun, who was hanging behind him, also followed him forward and was brought to the bedside by him.
She finally let go and sat on the edge of the bed, her heart beating wildly.
It’s so exciting!
Mom is right outside the door! She was talking to Song Jiamu just now! Mom must have never imagined that as soon as he entered the room, he would be hugged by her daughter, right?
Seeing her sit down, Song Jiamu planned to sit down too. He was right in front of Yun Shuqian, so he would definitely sit on her if he sat down.
As soon as he bent down, he was kicked by the girl.
"What are you doing?" Yun Shuqian asked in a low voice. Feeling that his hand felt good, he kicked a few more times.
"Didn't you ask me to come over and touch your legs?"
"Rogue! I want you to see the mosquito bites on your legs!"
"..."
Song Jiamu took out his cell phone and zoomed in on the photo of his legs. Sure enough, there were several small mosquito bites near his calf.
"Isn't this fishing?" Song Yu'er made an annoyed voice.
"Well, you're already here, just help me dry my hair."
"...Sooner or later things will happen between us. When the time comes, you will have to marry me and give birth to ten or eight children for me."
"I don't want to give birth!" Yun Shuqian became nervous at the thought of having a child like the videos she saw today.
"That's not up to you."
Song Jiamu skillfully took out the hair dryer from the drawer, sat cross-legged behind her, untied the towel wrapping her hair, and the girl's youthful and energetic hair fell loosely.
The hair dryer buzzed, and the air was filled with the fragrance of her hair.
Yun Shuqian also changed her sitting position. She curled her white and tender legs back and sat in front of him like a duck.
In this position, Song Jiamu could easily see the little mosquito bites on the girl's skin.
Damn mosquitoes, I haven’t even bitten them yet!!
If Song Jiamu catches the mosquito, he must tear off its wings, cover it with a plastic cup, and put mosquito coils inside.
"One, two, three...five."
Song Jiamu counted and found that there were three buds on her right calf and two on her left calf. Perhaps it was because her skin was tender and her blood was sweet. After spending the whole afternoon with her, he didn't feel any mosquitoes.
He stretched out his fingers to scratch her, and Yun Shuqian patted his hand angrily.
"itch."
"I'll seal it."
Song Jiamu lowered his head and used his nails to mark a cross on her skin.
The girl's skin felt warm and moist, and when his fingertips brushed against it, her mood would always be stirred up.
"Would you like me to put some saliva on it? It will relieve the itching."
Song Jiamu remembered that when she was a child, if she was bitten by a mosquito, he would spit some saliva on it, and then she would happily say that it didn't itch anymore.
"It's so disgusting that you still want to lie to me."
Well, the Yun Shuqian in front of me is already a twenty-year-old girl, and she is no longer the easy-to-deceive kid.
She took out a jar of peppermint ointment from the drawer and handed it to him.
"Please help me apply it."
"Then I'll have to do it."
Song Jiamu couldn't wait to take the mint ointment, and the two changed positions. Yun Shuqian sat leaning against the head of the bed, holding a pillow in his arms; Song Jiamu sat sideways, holding her legs in his arms.
He looked at and admired the girl's legs, spread some mint ointment on his fingers, held her knees with one hand, and gently applied the mint ointment to the red dots with the other hand.
Song Jiamu had never applied mint ointment to the mosquito bites so carefully. After applying it, he rubbed his palms very hot like before, wrapped them around her calf like new cotton in early summer, and gently
Squeeze it for her.
Yun Shuqian hugged the pillow and looked at him warily. When the warm and generous palms wrapped her calves, she couldn't help but shrink her legs. But gradually with his massage, her calves, which were a little sore after walking for a day, felt comfortable.
With the feeling, her tense muscles relaxed little by little, and at the same time, her pretty face became crimson little by little.
Her big eyes looked at his expression for a while, and then at his hands. Neither of them spoke, enjoying the ambiguity while paying attention to the movement outside the door.
Until Song Jiamu started to act recklessly and tentatively put her palms over her knees, she dissatisfied and patted the pillow in her arms as a warning.
So the hand didn't dare to go up any further. He knew that the president meant that it could only go up to the knee.
After a while, Song Jiamu tentatively put his palm over his ankle, and he was able to catch the little foot, but it escaped again, and then Song Jiamu was kicked twice.
Song Jiamu touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed and did not dare to look at her.
"What are you doing? My mother is still outside!"
"sorry……"
Yun Shuqian put her legs back into his arms again. Her pillow was pulled up high, covering most of her pretty blushing face, leaving only a pair of big eyes rolling around.
Gently, quietly, she tentatively moved her feet to his arms, and then hooked them.
Song Jiamu's body froze, his ears began to turn red, and his Adam's apple rolled.
"You, rogue, as expected, as expected again..."
Yun Shuqian's face turned red. She couldn't sit still anymore, pulled her legs back, lifted the quilt and hid inside.
Song Jiamu: "..."
Who is the gangster?!
Song Jiamu used his fingers to spread some mint ointment again, this time applying it to the tip of his nose.
Even so, it was so fierce that it was impossible to open the door and go out for a while.