Chapter 226 Isnt more than two hundred square meters ours?
"Hoo~ho~Song, Song Jiamu, slow down! My phone is ringing, please stop for a moment..."
"Don't stop, just turn on the loudspeaker and start moving."
On a windless summer night, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were sweating profusely and running together on Anjiang Road.
"Whose phone number is it?"
"Holy shit!"
Yun Shuqian followed Song Jiamu's pace and answered his mother's call.
"Hello? Mom?"
"Qianqian, have you eaten?"
"Eat, it's already ten o'clock, phew~"
"What are you doing? Why are you out of breath?"
"Running with Song Jiamu."
The phone was on loudspeaker, and Song Jiamu, who was running nearby, also interrupted: "Auntie! I'm urging Yun Shuqian to exercise! Seeing that you are not here, she wants to be lazy and not run in the past two days!"
Yun Shuqian pinched him angrily.
But Xu Ying on the other end of the phone laughed: "Okay, Jiamu, you should supervise her more, otherwise she won't exercise at home all day long, which will be bad for her health."
"Mom, don't listen to him!"
"It's the Dragon Boat Festival tomorrow. Do you have a day off?"
"Let it go for three days, phew~"
"Then do you have any plans? If you want to eat rice dumplings, go buy a few and try them. We can't even eat rice dumplings here."
"Auntie, I'll make rice dumplings and eat them with Yun Shuqian tomorrow."
"That's great. When will Jiamu learn how to wrap zongzi? Qianqian hasn't even wrapped zongzi yet. When you do, remember to take some photos for Auntie."
"Mom, how can he wrap rice dumplings! Don't listen to him!"
Yun Shuqian was speechless. She was obviously her mother's biological daughter, but when her mother heard Song Jiamu's voice ringing beside her, her tone of voice was almost like a mother-in-law meeting her son-in-law.
Yun Shuqian turned off the speakerphone on her phone, chatted with her mother for a few words, and then hung up the phone.
After running to the small shop that represented a distance of one kilometer, the exhausted girl refused to run any more. Song Jiamu had no choice but to carry her on his back and rest on the stone chair at the old place.
"With your physical strength, if you were in the countryside, you wouldn't even be able to lift a hoe."
"I don't have to plow."
Song Jiamu thought about it and agreed. He was the one who had to plow the land. It was enough that he had good physical strength.
"I asked you to talk nonsense to my mother. We haven't bought the rice dumpling leaves yet. Why don't we wrap it with vegetable leaves?"
Lying on his shoulder, Yun Shuqian wiped her sweaty face on his clothes.
"Vegetable leaves are not bad, glutinous rice chicken can also use vegetable leaves."
"The glutinous rice chicken uses lotus leaves, stupid."
"Lotus leaves can also be considered vegetable leaves."
To be honest, Song Jiamu still doesn't quite understand why glutinous rice chicken and rice dumplings are two different foods. In short, they taste similar.
Just like pineapples and pineapples, cherries and cherries, he felt that they were obviously the same thing.
Song Jiamu bent down and put her on the stone chair, helped her take off her shoes and socks, put his arms around her legs and put them on his own legs, and squeezed her sore muscles with his hands.
"It's okay. I should have rice dumpling leaves at home. I'll ask my mother when I get back later."
"I don't know how to wrap zongzi, and you don't know how to wrap zongzi. Let's play house together."
Just after running one kilometer, Yun Shuqian's face turned red, and her neck, back, and thighs were sweating.
I don’t know if this summer is particularly hot. June has just begun and the temperature has already reached 32 degrees. It was very hot for a while. She didn’t sit on Song Jiamu’s lap. I heard that it often
Sitting on a hot cushion can cause hemorrhoids.
Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the school has a three-day holiday. This is the only holiday in June. Soon after the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, they will have to take the CET-4 exam, and then they will have the final exam at the end of the month. They will be in their freshman semester.
it's over.
Song Jiamu held her little foot, which made her feel a little itchy. Her toes curled up and dug into his palm.
"Auntie and uncle are going back to the countryside tomorrow, why don't you go back with them?"
Yun Shuqian asked him, looking at her feet in his palm, being played with by him.
If he later touches her face with the hand that touched her feet, she will beat him to death.
"If you go back with me, I will go back."
As Song Jiamu spoke, he scratched her soft soles with his middle finger in an evil way.
Yun Shuqian immediately felt itchy. She wanted to shrink her legs, but his ankles were firmly grasped by him. There were sensitive points all over her body. The places Song Jiamu knew for the time being included her ears, the soles of her feet, and her armpits.
Her waist.
Girls' nerve endings are very developed, and Yun Shuqian is not fat, so the areas with less fat are particularly sensitive.
"You can go back if you want. Why do you have to drag me with you? Even if you are gone for three days, I won't miss you."
"If you don't go back with me, then I won't. I'm so busy this month. Let's go back together when we have time. Let me tell you, our countryside is very fun. Have you ever seen a flying duck?"
"Ducks can still fly?"
"Well, it looks like a goose and a duck. It's very fierce, but the meat is delicious."
"Well, what else besides ducks?"
"There are also chickens, geese, cows, dogs, cats, and birds. Have you seen a cow?"
Yun Shuqian shook her head. She had only seen beef, not cattle. When she went to the market to buy vegetables, she also saw beef roots. At that time, she didn't know what it was. She asked the stall owner, who told her
What happened after this made her feel quite embarrassed.
"It's just a big gray buffalo. It's very big. It likes to soak in the water in the summer. Even though it looks fierce, it's actually quite cute."
"Can a cow be cute?"
"Stupid things look cute," Song Jiamu said.
Yun Shuqian disagrees. She thinks the definition of cuteness should be like a giant panda, or like a nian.
She used to think dolphins were cute, but after learning that dolphins like to do strange things, she felt that dolphins were not cute anymore.
In comparison, puffer fish are quite cute. When they are angry, they will inflate themselves into a balloon, which sounds very cute.
Song Jiamu pinched her little feet, looked at the girl who was in a daze with her hands on the stone chair, and said with a smile: "Yun Shuqian, you are quite cute too."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yun Shuqian felt a little embarrassed, looked away shyly, and pursed her lips.
Suddenly, he realized what Song Jiamu had just said, and reached out to pinch him angrily: "You just want to say that I'm stupid, right?"
"I didn't say that!"
"That's how you defined cuteness just now!"
As a city native, Yun Shuqian has never been to the countryside, but Song Jiamu often goes back to the countryside. During the New Year and festivals, she cannot see Song Jiamu.
The two sat on stone chairs to enjoy the cool air. Song Jiamu talked to her about things in the countryside just like he did when he was a child. Her concept of the countryside was roughly what Song Jiamu's hometown looked like - there was a small town, and there was a small town next to it.
There is a small village named Song. Next to the village is fields. There is a small stream next to the field ridge. The water is crystal clear. There are small fish swimming upstream. A buffalo is grazing next to it. In front of a door, piles of piles are piled high.
His grandparents lived in a house made of firewood.
Listen to him, his grandfather and grandmother are still childhood sweethearts!
It's so magical. Yun Shuqian imagined that she would get married to Song Jiamu in the future, and then have a child, and then the child would have another child. She and Song Jiamu would become an old man and an old lady. By the time that summer night,
She still had to put her legs on his lap like now.
Thinking about this, Yun Shuqian felt like eating watermelon.
Although the desire to eat watermelon has nothing to do with the thoughts just now, girls' thoughts are just like this.
"Song Jiamu, I want to eat watermelon. I haven't eaten watermelon this year." Yun Shuqian pressed Song Jiamu's hand that had crossed her knee to touch her thigh.
"...Does it mean that I can continue to touch your legs after I bought you a watermelon?" Song Jiamu couldn't keep up with her train of thought.
"What the hell! I want to eat watermelon!"
"Okay, let's buy a watermelon and eat it later."
Song Jiamu helped her put on her shoes and socks, and Yun Shuqian took her legs off his legs, stood up and jumped a few times.
After Song Jiamu also stood up, she made a small jump and threw herself on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Carry me back!"
"Yun Shuqian, you ran this kilometer in vain."
Song Jiamu was speechless. Every time he took her out to run for one kilometer, she would hang on to him and stop walking to compensate for the amount of exercise in the kilometer.
But what could Song Jiamu do? He had to hold her thigh obediently and carry her for a leisurely walk back along the riverside road.
After many times, when passing some small shops and newsstands, people recognized the two of them and praised in their hearts, "This young man can do it. He carries his paralyzed girlfriend out for a walk every two days."
When he walked to the fruit shop near the community, Yun Shuqian finally let go of the hanging bag on his back.
In summer, watermelon is the king of fruits.
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian eat watermelon every year, but they still don't know how to choose watermelon.
"Look at the melon vines, look at the melon vines, the more curved they are, the sweeter they are!" Yun Shuqian checked her phone and said to Song Jiamu.
"How about this?" Song Jiamu chose a melon with curved vines according to her request.
"Then you pat the sound again."
"Bang bang——"
"Can you tell whether it's a good melon or a bad melon?" Song Jiamu asked.
"Forehead……"
Although the guide said that when patting a watermelon, the sound sounded sweet, but Yun Shuqian didn't understand why. He looked at it and asked, "Do you think the bottom of this melon is yellow?"
"More yellow than me." Song Jiamu said.
"Then this is it!"
Yun Shuqian made a decision, and the two of them bought the watermelon.
"Eat now or wait until tomorrow?"
"...If I had known it would be better to buy frozen, I would have eaten it when I finish typing tomorrow." Yun Shuqian just remembered this. If the watermelon is not iced, it will taste much worse.
"Yun Shuqian, when can't you eat ice?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.
"I eat ice, why don't you..." Yun Shuqian was stunned.
"I'm talking about your aunt."
"...Why are you asking this?!" Yun Shuqian glared at him, with a defensive look, and covered the collar of his clothes with both hands, always feeling that he had evil intentions.
"Don't act like I'm going to ruin you, I'm just afraid that you'll get a stomachache from eating ice." Song Jiamu quickly explained.
"I'm healthy and regular, so you don't have to worry about this. Song Jiamu, how could you be so shameless to ask a girl this?"
"What kind of relationship do we have? You would have told me yourself before... Hey!"
Yun Shuqian beat him up, and Song Jiamu didn't dare to ask any more questions.
"Song Jiamu, do you want to sleep with me again tonight?"
"...I haven't had a good sleep in two days!"
"It's obviously better to sleep together. It's not like you think about strange things all day long. Just don't think about it."
"I'm not going tonight anyway, I want to catch up on my sleep."
Seeing Yun Shuqian staring at him with some resentment, Song Jiamu couldn't help but hurriedly coaxed: "My father and mother will go back to the countryside tomorrow. My father and mother will not be at home by then, and neither will your father and your mother."
At home, the total area of more than 200 square meters is not all ours?"
Yun Shuqian's big eyes rolled around, and the little resentment between his eyebrows gradually dissipated. She blushed and patted him: "What are you thinking about? We are just sleeping,
The kind with two quilts! What does it have to do with them not being at home?"
"Yun Shuqian, how about this? You support me and give me your monthly royalties, and I will sleep with you every day. You can sleep with me how you want, whether it's meat or vegetables.
You and I are also very new."
"I do not want."
Yun Shuqian is not that stupid. What can be done with a few pairs of socks, a fool only spends a month's royalties.
Return home.
Song Jiamu put the watermelon in the refrigerator and asked his mother to get the unused rice dumpling leaves. They were all dry and needed to be soaked in water overnight. The red beans also had to be soaked in advance.
"Jiamu, aren't you going back to the countryside tomorrow?" Li Yuan asked.
"This month is very busy. I will take the CET-4 exam in a few days, and I will take the exam again at the end of the month, and new books have just been released. I'd better stay at home and review by myself during these three days off."
"It's up to you. Use this big pot to cook the rice dumplings. Just cook them for two hours. Remember to watch the fire."
"Know it."
Song Jiamu went back to the room to take a shower.
Li Yuan continued to eat apples and watch TV. As for Song Jiamu not going back with them, her old mother didn't understand who he wanted to stay with.
As someone who has experienced it, Li Yuan also knows that men and women during the period of passionate love are like taking strong medicine. Just a kiss on the lips can last an entire afternoon without getting tired of it, let alone more fun things.
Back then, she and Lao Song were... let's not talk about it.
But fortunately, I observed the two of them during this period. At least when they were in front of her, they were relatively honest. I guess Qianqian was more reserved. You could tell at a glance. Every night, this brat would shamelessly go to the house next door.
Is it possible that he ran away or that Qian Qian invited him to go?
While she was thinking about it, the doorbell rang, and Li Yuan got up to open the door.
"Hey, Qianqian is here?"
"Auntie, my hair dryer is broken. I'm going to Song Jiamu's room to blow dry my hair..."
"That's it, then go quickly and don't catch a cold."
The girl looked away guiltily, wrapped her wet hair, opened her little white legs, and ran into Song Jiamu's room.
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(The state is very bad, the card problem is very bad in the later stage, there is no way, there is less today)