The previously customized figure was also sent over today.
Song Jiamu secretly hid from Yun Shuqian and went to the community express delivery point to get it.
The express package was packed very carefully. After returning to the room, I opened it and the exquisite figure appeared in front of me.
The young girl from the producer had already sent him photos of the figure before shipping it. Now when he saw it with his own eyes, Song Jiamu still felt quite amazed.
His and Yun Shuqian's names are engraved on the base. The figures of the two are in the shape of him carrying her. The details are very good, and the hairstyles and small features of the two are restored. Yun Shuqian is wearing a T-shirt.
T-shirt and short skirt, along with a small bag and her big blue water bottle.
The girl's little head was resting on his shoulder, her big and smart eyes looked at him happily, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, a few strands of hair were fluttering in the wind, and there were a few cherry blossoms on their hair and clothes.
petal.
The details are really good. After the previous adjustments, the green breasts were restored, and the beautiful legs were made even more finely. When he was carrying her, his palms were on her thighs, even the dents in the skin
All levels are well done.
The overall height of the figure is about 30 centimeters. Song Jiamu gently touched the skin of the figure with the back of his fingers. The texture was also quite good.
He looked up again from bottom to top. Damn it, why are there safety pants under the skirt of the figure?!
Deduct money! Must deduct money!
Okay, just kidding, Song Jiamu is very satisfied with the overall figure. The producer girl basically did it for him, and she happily paid the balance to the other party and sent more.
Two hundred yuan red envelope.
[Thank you, boss! The boss is generous! The boss will make a fortune!]
[Thank you for your hard work. I am very satisfied. Can you also make wedding-style figurines in the future? 】
【able!】
Girls always say they like boys who have a long-term vision, like Song Jiamu. Although he is only twenty years old, it does not prevent him from making some small plans for the future.
I took the initiative to put an A in front of the nickname of the little girl, and also added an A in front of the nickname of the photographer who took the photo at Faxi Temple last time, so that they will be higher up in the contact list and will not be afraid of contacts.
I can't find it after there are too many. As for adding any real estate agency, decoration agency, etc. in the future, you don't need to add A yourself. Their nicknames basically have A, and they try every means to put themselves at the front of the customer's contact list.
Life is not easy. Everyone is working hard. Although I am still a student, I have also experienced the hard work of making money.
A lot of happiness in life is an afterthought. It may feel like nothing when you are in it, but after a long, long time, many things can no longer go back to the way they were at that time, and you will start to miss it and feel that in life
It's really great to have such a period of time. Ordinary people can't have youth and the feeling of youth at the same time.
Jay has previously responded to the question that "his current songs are not as good as his previous songs." He said that it is actually because of memories, which is indeed reasonable, but Song Jiamu still thinks that his previous songs are more classic.
It’s better not to talk about him anymore. He won’t release new songs after talking too much. Let’s just say ‘Ah, right, right, right’.
Now that he and Yun Shuqian are back together, Song Jiamu cherishes them even more after experiencing those days.
After all, the two have been together since they were five years old, so there is no reason not to cherish them.
At 9:30 in the evening, Song Jiamu finished taking a bath and went to Yun Shuqian's house with the cat in his arms.
The person who opened the door was Xu Ying, who was very enthusiastic when she saw Song Jiamu coming over.
"Jiamu, come in and sit down."
"Auntie, is Yun Shuqian feeling better?"
Song Jiamu looked into her room. The door was closed, and he didn't know what she was doing inside.
When he came back in the afternoon, he accompanied her to the community clinic to see a doctor. The doctor said that she might have been exposed to the sun and caught wind and cold at night, and she had a slight fever. She would be fine after taking medicine for a few days, and asked her to pay more attention to rest.
"Sneezing, sore throat, runny nose, no energy. I'm about to get some medicine for her. Jiamu, please come and see her. She must be very happy."
Xu Ying handed the ceramic cup in her hand to Song Jiamu. There was a brown cold medicine in the cup: "Then Jiamu, please take it in and give it to her. I asked her to take leave tomorrow and she refused. Please help me talk to her."
"Uh-huh."
Song Jiamu took the cup and knocked on the door.
There was a knock on the door. Yun Shuqian, who was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, thought it was his mother who had come. He quickly put the mobile phone aside, closed his eyes and lay down.
She does feel uncomfortable, but that doesn't stop her from playing with her mobile phone. She won't be able to fall asleep even if you let her sleep at this point. After all, she still needs to take medicine before going to bed.
The girl's brain has a very annoying function, which she calls waiting mode. It is obvious that more rest will make the cold better faster, but she still has to take medicine at ten o'clock, which means that she cannot do anything before ten o'clock.
To rest peacefully, I can only wait slowly for ten o'clock to arrive, take medicine and then go to sleep.
Seeing that there was no movement in the room, Song Jiamu gently opened the door.
The little cat seemed to know that Yun Shuqian had a cold. He didn't rush over to the bed as usual. He just poked his head through the crack in the door and smelled the air, and then trotted in quietly.
He jumped on her bed, got close to her face and smelled her breath.
"Meow."
I'll tell Song Jiamu every year.
It means she is still alive.
When Song Jiamu turned around and closed the door, Yun Shuqian, who was lying on the bed, narrowed her eyes and glanced at him secretly.
Seeing him, she was about to turn around, so she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
When Song Jiamu saw that she was asleep, he moved even softer. He closed the door carefully, walked to her bed quietly, put the still hot cup on the table, and looked at her seriously.
The girl's hands were placed on the outside of the quilt, and she was lying sideways. Her nostrils were blocked on her side, making her breathing difficult. Her originally fair face also had a faint blush, and her little mouth was pouted a little, and her face was moist.
Lips appear a little dry.
Song Jiamu just looked at her like this, making no sound.
It happened that Yun Shuqian was pretending to sleep. After being watched like this for a long time, her heart beat a little fast. She wanted to squint secretly to see what he was doing, but she was afraid that he would find out that she was pretending to sleep.
While she was thinking wildly, a big, generous and warm hand fell on her smooth forehead.
Her eyelids trembled slightly. She liked this action so much. It felt inexplicably safe and full of caring.
Song Jiamu gently touched her forehead, and then gently probed her face with the back of his hand, feeling it was slightly hot.
He picked up the thermometer gun on the table and put it on. It showed 37.5 degrees. She had had a slight fever since the afternoon, but she didn't expect that the temperature had not cooled down yet.
Song Jiamu frowned. A cold was okay, but fever was the most uncomfortable thing. His body was obviously very hot, but he was afraid of the cold, his head hurt, and he felt dizzy.
Yun Shuqian couldn't see his expression, nor could she hear his inner voice, but she could feel the slight sound of the bed being pressed down, and he sat on the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, her little hand outside the quilt was held by him.
Being shaken by him unexpectedly, the girl's hand trembled subconsciously.
His palms were so warm and thick, it was very comfortable to hold his hands like this.
Her hands were hot and small, almost like those of a baby. She was usually sour when she spoke or shut up, but she seemed very well-behaved after getting sick.
When someone has a cold and chills, he will inexplicably want to touch the body temperature of others. Song Jiamu held her little hand and gently rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. The girl's thin brows gradually relaxed.
After holding it for a while, Song Jiamu lifted the corner of her quilt.
The girl who pretended to be asleep became nervous again. What do you want to do by lifting the patient's quilt?!
Fortunately, Song Jiamu didn't put his hand in to touch her belly or heartbeat. He just lifted the quilt slightly, put her little hand in, and tucked her in again.
Seeing that one of her little feet was also exposed outside the quilt, he leaned over and grabbed it.
The girl's feet were slender and small. Song Jiamu held her slender heels and felt warm and moist.
Sure enough, Song Zhutou couldn't help but take advantage of her while she was sick!
What should I do? Should I open my eyes immediately and catch him?
The girl pretending to be asleep hesitated, and Song Jiamu missed the best opportunity to play with her feet. He just opened her quilt and put her little feet in as he did just now.
After doing this, Song Jiamu still sat by the bed, watching her sleep quietly, waiting for ten o'clock to arrive before asking her to get up and take medicine.
Well, Yun Shuqian admitted that such a warm and considerate Song Zhutou warmed her heart.
Kiss me, you kiss me!
The reserved girl lay there for a long time, but Song Jiamu didn't come up to kiss her, and she couldn't pretend anymore.
First he frowned, then he groaned in discomfort, and by turning around, he rolled towards Song Jiamu, then he hugged him in a daze and put his head on his waist.
After a while, he seemed to wake up a little. He touched his thighs and belly with his little hands, then raised his head and opened his big eyes full of surprise to look at him.
"You, when did you come here..."
"Just now, I saw you sleeping and didn't wake you up. Are you feeling better?"
Seeing that she was awake, Song Jiamu began to make sounds normally, but his voice was still gentle as never before, tickling the girl's ears.
"Headache..." she said uncomfortably, as if she was coquettishly coquettish with him.
"You have a low fever." Song Jiamu pressed his palm on her forehead again.
"My throat hurts too..." She rubbed his palm like a cat.
"The tonsils are inflamed. Your voice has become mute. Stop talking." Song Jiamu took his palm away from her forehead and gently smoothed her neck and throat with the backs of his middle and index fingers. Warmth spread across her skin.
Creamy touch.
"Then I still felt cold..." Like a newborn kitten, she just wanted to rub herself in a warm place.