After dinner, Song Jiamu was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Yun Shuqian was holding roses, humming a song, and wandering around every corner of the house arrogantly.
She held the flowers and came to the balcony, then took out her mobile phone to take a selfie, but her hands were too short to take a full picture, so she ran back to the room and took a selfie stick, held the flowers again and took a selfie on the balcony.
After taking the photo on the balcony, she ran to the living room holding flowers and took a selfie, and then gently opened the door to her parents' room.
She turned on the light and took another selfie in her parents' room holding flowers, which felt particularly exciting and fun.
Finally, she went to the kitchen, with Song Jiamu washing dishes behind her as the background, and she took another selfie holding roses behind him.
"What you are doing arrogantly now will become evidence in court for our arrest in the future." Song Jiamu reminded.
"snort."
Yun Shuqian looked fearless. After taking the photo, he ran away again humming a song.
Song Jiamu didn't know what song she was humming, but her voice sounded very nice when humming like this. He knew that she was very arrogant now. If the photos she took were discovered by her elders one day, she would definitely be a coward again.
Became an ostrich.
Song Jiamu washed the dishes and put them back in the disinfection cabinet. He washed his hands and shook off the water droplets. When he came out, her questioning voice came from the room.
"Song Jiamu, where is the best place to hide these flowers?"
"Why don't we just put it in the living room?"
"Putting such a large bouquet of flowers in the living room would make my parents blind so they can't see it."
"Then just put it in the room."
Song Jiamu also walked to the door of her room. She was arranging the table and indicating the appropriate placement of the flowers.
"Then it won't be safe to put it in a room when my mother and others come back."
I was very happy to receive such a large bouquet of roses, but Yun Shuqian had a problem with how to hide it.
As a girl who received flowers for the first time, Yun Shuqian was also curious: "Do you know what other girls do after receiving flowers?"
Song Jiamu said warily: "How do I know?"
"But since it is a real flower, it shouldn't last for a few days. If it wilts, it will have to be thrown away."
"..."
Hearing what he said, Yun Shuqian felt a little sad. She held the rose and rubbed the equally tender petals with her tender fingers.
It’s true that you don’t know what to do with flowers sent by someone you like. Receiving flowers can make you happy all day long, but where to put them is another problem. If you throw them away, it will feel like a pity, and when you throw them away, you will still feel sad.
Feeling strangely guilty.
"What should I do? It's such a waste! I told you to just buy one, but I bought so many..." Yun Shuqian, who had always been stingy, felt a little distressed.
"I have an idea. How about we pick off the rose petals? There is a bathtub in your bathroom. How about you take a rose bath tonight?"
“What a luxury!”
"Think about it, use the roses I gave you to take a rose bath, so that the love I give you can spread to every corner of your body! Isn't it beautiful?"
Song Jiamu hadn't thought of this at first, but suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and his eyes lit up when he thought of his love covering her whole body.
Yun Shuqian's eyes also lit up, and then she slapped him angrily.
"Why do I always feel so horny when I hear it from your mouth?"
"Mr. Lu Xun once said, don't look at people through colored glasses, Yun Shuqian, you should reflect on yourself."
"Go away! I don't want your love to spread all over my body!"
"You really don't want to wash it?"
"dont wash."
"Then what are you going to do about it?"
"..."
Yun Shuqian ignored him, and she waited until night to wash it secretly.
She brought the rose into the room and placed it on the bathroom table, washed her hands, and then flicked the water droplets on her fingers to the flower. The petals were stained with water droplets and looked particularly touching.
The space in the bathroom in the room is not large. After putting such a bouquet of roses in, the air will soon be filled with a faint floral fragrance.
If you stay in the bathroom, you won't be able to smell this faint fragrance, but if you come out and stay in the room for a while, then open the bathroom door and go in, you can smell it immediately.
Yun Shuqian seemed a little curious. He stayed outside the room for a while, then opened the door and put his little head into the bathroom to take a smell.
Song Jiamu looked at her thoughtfully and asked, "Yun Shuqian, do you still have a hobby of smelling toilets?"
"...If you don't speak, you can avoid getting beaten a lot."
Yun Shuqian closed the bathroom door, picked up the pillow and patted him twice angrily.
Song Jiamu had just eaten, and he didn't want to move when he was lying on her bed. The girl's bed always had a fragrant and soft smell. He liked to hold her quilt in his arms and bury his face in it to smell it.
Yun Shuqian snatched the quilt back and kicked him: "Have you forgotten what you just promised me?"
"I don't."
Song Jiamu tried hard to recall what he had promised her just now.
Yun Shuqian looked at him.
Song Jiamu's head was about to explode thinking about it, and finally he had to take the initiative to lift up the hem of his T-shirt, exposing the softest part of his waist.
Yun Shuqian stretched out her little hand and pinched his waist: "Go back and take the one that aunt gave you last time and give it to me for safekeeping!"
Song Jia numbly rolled over and got out of bed, grabbed her keys on the table as if fleeing, opened the door and went home.
He locked the box of Okamoto that his mother gave him last time in a drawer. It was packaged in the color of the starry sky and contained ten pieces in a box. He did not dare to remove the outermost plastic packaging.
Putting the things in his pocket, he opened the cabinet again.
The figure that had been customized and delivered before was placed on the shelf of the cabinet. He carefully took the figure down, put it into a gift box, and awkwardly tied it with a red bow tie.
Then she brought her laptop and the kitten that was about to be tanned on the balcony. Song Jiamu took out her key, opened the door, and returned to her home.
Song Jiamu had been away for a long time, and Yun Shuqian thought he had run away with his chewing gum. He was lying on the bed reading a novel out of boredom, with his little white legs dangling beside the bed.
When she heard the door opening, she raised her head and listened carefully. After a while, the door to her room also opened, and the kitten ran in through the crack in the door. She turned her head and saw a computer in her right hand and a gift in her left hand.
Box of Song Jia wood.
Since their birthdays were separated a few years ago, Song Jiamu has never given her a birthday gift again. Seeing the gift box he was holding, Yun Shuqian keenly felt that this was his birthday gift.
.
Surprise and curiosity immediately flashed in her eyes, but the girl was reserved and did not pounce.
Her eyes always fell on the box in his hand, trying to determine what was inside.
Recalling the birthday gifts Song Jiamu gave her in the past, most of them were small gadgets, such as cute dolls, hairpins, beautiful crystal balls, music boxes, pens, etc., because he didn't have much pocket money when he was a child.
In order to give her a birthday gift, he always saves money for a long time.
Yun Shuqian has no shortage of food and clothing. She has a soft spot for these meaningful objects. Until now, she still keeps all the gifts Song Jiamu gave her in those years, hiding them in a box and locking them in a cabinet.
, that Rilakkuma spent more than three thousand nights with her.
So what did he get for his birthday this year? Looking at the size of the gift box, could it be a doll?
Pretending not to notice, Yun Shuqian turned over and sat up from the bed, so that he could see his gift box more clearly.
Although she reservedly wanted to move her eyes elsewhere, she always fell back on the gift box involuntarily.
Her calves hanging on the edge of the bed swayed. Seeing that Song Jiamu didn't take the initiative to speak, she couldn't hold back her curiosity, so she pointed at the box in his hand and asked, "What is this?"
"A birthday present for you."
"oh."
Sure enough, after hearing his confirmation, the girl's expression was calm, but the frequency of her legs shaking obviously increased.
She waited for him to tell her what the gift was, but he refused to tell her. He put the box on the chair in front of her, put the computer on the table, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
The bright gift box was right in front of her. God knew how much curiosity Yun Shuqian was holding back, so she didn't rush to open it.
After Song Jiamu washed her hands and came out, she pointed at the gift box and asked, "What's inside?"
"Want to know?"
"……snort."
She turned her head away, said nothing, and stopped looking at the box.
But after a while, she couldn't hold it any longer and asked the annoying guy again: "So what is it?"
"you guess."
"I don't guess."
"Guess, if you guess correctly, I will do whatever you ask me to do."
"Little bear?"
"no."
"snack?"
"no."
"music Box?"
"no."
"Lamps?"
"no."
Yun Shuqian was shocked for the first time when opening gifts. She was not a girl who guessed gifts. After guessing more than ten answers but none of them were correct, she finally couldn't hold it in any longer and suddenly jumped out of the room.
He stood up on the bed, ran over with his bare feet on the floor, and picked up the gift box on the chair in his arms.
It was quite heavy. She shook it slightly. It was probably stuffed with sponge, but it didn't make any movement...
Too lazy to guess! She pulled off the red tie and opened the gift box eagerly.
Wrapped in a soft sponge, an exquisite figure appeared in front of her. She concentrated on it, carefully removed the sponge that Song Jiamu had just inserted, and then took out the figure.
She likes figurines, and she also likes to watch anime. She still has several collections of figurines on her bookshelf.
But she didn't recognize the character from which anime this figure was. The workmanship and shape were very exquisite and beautiful, which was in line with the aesthetics of girls. Until the figure was fully displayed in front of her, she felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
Coming out of the shop, her eyes were obviously widened.
The heroine's T-shirt and short skirt are the ones she wore when she went to West Lake before! There is also the same small bag and sky blue water bottle that she usually carries, as well as the heroine's hairstyle and
Those fair and beautiful legs and white shoes...
Let’s look at the male protagonist again. He is wearing the same clothes that Song Jiamu wore before going to West Lake. His hair style is exactly the same as his. He has a thin but strong figure and the details of his facial features are also well done!
The heroine's little head is resting on the hero's shoulder, her big and smart eyes are looking at him happily, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, he is also smiling, a few strands of hair are fluttering in the wind, and their hair is
There were a few cherry blossom petals on his clothes, and it was the same as the way he carried her while running in the rainy night that day, but his overall preference for pink cherry blossoms was different from that rain.
Until her eyes fell on the base from top to bottom and saw the two names "Song Jia Mu Yun Shu Qian" engraved on it, the figure suddenly seemed to have vitality in her eyes, and it easily appeared in her mind.
It captures the romantic scene of him carrying her while strolling through the cherry blossom rain.
In the eyes of anime fans, figures are equivalent to a medium that communicates between reality and the two-dimensional world. Looking at exquisite figures is like seeing the person themselves, so the restoration of the characters is very important.
I have seen many figures of my favorite anime characters. Yun Shuqian also has a collection of figures of several anime characters. This is the first time I have a figure that truly belongs to her and him. It looks like the perfect reproduction of her and his figures.
When making models, the sense of immersion is so strong that I can easily recall my original mood.
The same goes for taking photos as a souvenir. It records a specific moment, location, and mood in life.
Time will pass, and people will age with time. Keep the beautiful moments and make them into photos or figures. You can look back at them in the future. These are the memories shared by her and him.
And now, Song Jiamu extracted this memory and made it into a gift for her to keep forever.
Yun Shuqian held the handicraft carefully as if holding a bubble, looking at it carefully, smiling at the corners of his mouth and eyes, and his heart was full of sweetness and joy.
"Song Jiamu, is this me and you?"
"Obvious!"
"Song Jiamu, you are so ugly!"
"Please don't open your eyes and tell lies."
"Song Jiamu, why did you think of giving me this?"
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"Song Jiamu, did you do this yourself?"
"Well...I provided valuable opinions and drawings!"
"Huh, I'm just asking for all the credit."
"Like it?"
"like!"
"How much do you like it?"
Yun Shuqian didn't answer him, and walked to the table with the figure, vacating the most conspicuous place where the Hatsune figure was originally placed, and placed the figure of her and him here.
Apart from talking about her childhood, this was the first time that Yun Shuqian expressed her love so clearly in front of him, without even a hint of harshness, so it seemed like she really liked him.
The figure was placed on the table. She tried to sit as she usually did when typing or doing homework. When she raised her head, she could see the figure. She was very satisfied and even rearranged the table. All the ornaments were for her.
Serve with his figures, highlighting the C position.
"Aren't you afraid that Auntie will see you if you put it so obviously?"
"That doesn't matter."
Song Jiamu thought about it for a while, not to mention it was just a figure, last time her aunt saw them hooking up on the sofa in a reality show.
Yun Shuqian seemed to be tired of it. She folded her hands on the table. She lay on the table and rested her chin on her arms. She just smiled and stared at the figure. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She also stretched out her tender fingers from time to time.
Touch him in the figure model.
Just like the Mai-senpai figure and the 02 figure that Song Jiamu bought before, I wanted to take off all the clothes on the figure and take a closer look.
"I'm here in person, so you don't need to make weird imaginations about the figure anymore. You can just do to me what you want to do to the figure. I don't mind."
Song Jiamu clearly saw her poking the cat's tail of his figurine with her finger - even though the action was like touching it accidentally.
"I-I didn't!"
Seeing that Song Jiamu wanted to talk, Yun Shuqian quickly changed the subject. She stretched out her hand: "What about that one?"
"Do you want it?" Song Jiamu's voice became evil, and he imagined another scene in his head, treating it as self-entertainment under the dictatorial power of President Yunda.
"Give it to me quickly."
"How much do you want?"
"all!"
"Then I'll give it all to you~!"
"...Why does the tone of your words make me feel so vulgar?"
"You heard wrong."
Song Jiamu quickly handed her the chewing gum packaged in the color of the starry sky in his pocket.
This thing was embarrassing to hold in her hand. Yun Shuqian was calm on the surface, but she was a little nervous inside. She didn't see it clearly last time, but she took a good look at it this time. She had to keep her ears open at all times to pay attention to what was outside the door.
If my mother suddenly came in and saw this, she could really jump off the balcony and die.
"You, get out."
"what?"
"I want to hide."
"...You're hiding somewhere and you won't let me know?"
"Get out quickly."
Yun Shuqian pushed him, but Song Jiamu refused to leave and hurriedly said: "Wait!"
"What are you doing again?"
"Aren't you curious?"
Song Jiamu asked, "Let me explain first, I have never used it, nor have I studied it, but this thing... I mean, sooner or later it will be useful, why don't we study it... Ah! It hurts!"
Yun Shuqian blushed and pinched him angrily: "Who wants to study with you!"
"It's not the research you think of! I'm talking about serious research!" Song Jiamu quickly explained.
"..."
"Let's take a look." Song Jiamu said again.
Growing up, Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu had often studied strange things together. Seeing his confusion, the girl hesitated a little.
"I, I don't want it, who wants to study this thing..."
"If there's nothing wrong, just use the three at noon to check."
Song Jiamu took her bag, opened the zipper, and took out the seasoning packet from the innermost compartment.
Yun Shuqian snatched the bag and pushed him:
"close the door!"
"oh oh."
Song Jiamu quickly got up, went over to close the door, and then locked it.
When he turned back, Yun Shuqian had already taken out one of the seasoning packets.
Through the silver-white outer packaging, you could touch an elastic circle inside. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian sat next to each other on the bed and looked at it curiously.
"Then I take it apart?"
"..."
Yun Shuqian didn't speak, as if he was holding a bomb in his hand, he hurriedly distanced himself from him, holding a pillow in his arms to cover half of his small face, and his big eyes were nervous.
Song Jiamu tore open the package and she poked her head over curiously.
To be honest, the chewing gum was different from what they expected. It felt greasy and had a faint fragrance.
Song Jiamu gave her something and Yun Shuqian took it. She was frightened and ashamed, her heart was beating fast, and her mind was filled with strange things.
"Why, how do you use it?"
"Just try and you will find out."
Song Jiamu stretched out an index finger, and Yun Shuqian tacitly squeezed the circle and tried to put it on his finger.
"It's the other way around, it should be that side."
"……so?"
The two of them looked at their fingers in a daze for a while. Yun Shuqian suddenly turned red, and hurriedly took the thing off, wrapped it tightly in two paper towels, and threw it into the trash can.