I still remember when the two of them got a little closer in adolescence, and others made fun of them, they became so embarrassed that they wanted to end their relationship immediately.
But now, Song Jiamu ran for six kilometers with the words "a man who belongs to Yun Shuqian" on his face, but he felt particularly happy and comfortable.
Being able to face one's own heart and not care about other people's eyes is such a powerful willpower!
Yun Shuqian made breakfast and looked at Song Jiamu who was sweating profusely and running back with nine big characters still clear on his face. The reserved girl felt that her pretty face was so feverish that she felt dizzy.
"You, why don't you wipe off your sweat?!"
"You can't wipe it. If you wipe it with sweat, the handwriting will be blurred."
Song Jiamu looked excited, gently wiped the sweat from his face with a tissue, and told Yun Shuqian about his journey of running.
"I have become a person with a strong heart. I am not surprised by favors and humiliations. I watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court. I have no intention of staying or leaving. I watch the clouds roll and relax beside my bed. I have to be calm. The spring water bursts into the embankment and my face does not change!"
"...What Yunjuan Yunshu! What are you talking about?!"
Yun Shuqian was embarrassed and pinched him angrily.
"So you're saying that you've become so thick-skinned that no one can match you?"
"I mean I love you so much that I'm not afraid of anyone's eyes!"
"Aren't you worried about others wondering who you are?"
"Well, they should be more curious about who 'Yun Shuqian' is."
Yun Shuqian was about to faint and pounced on him, like a crazy puppy, snarling and trying to bite him to death.
"Has anyone familiar seen you?"
"That's not true." Song Jiamu showed a pity expression, "Uncle Liu saw it, but he didn't wear reading glasses."
"Song Jiamu, sooner or later you will become a social terror."
"I'm not afraid of society."
Song Jiamu was in a good mood, the sunshine outside was beautiful, and the clothes of the two people on the balcony were fluttering in the wind.
Yun Shuqian was also convinced. For the first time, she experienced the state of happiness, shyness, embarrassment, and satisfaction mixed together. It was like she got the most delicious piece of candy in the world, and this piece of candy also made her legs grow.
, it ran in front of everyone and shouted loudly, 'I am Yun Shuqian! I was born to feed her!'
After being fucked like this by him, the reserved girl couldn't hold herself back any longer. If she had known better, she wouldn't have written it on his face. Wouldn't it be better to write it on his thighs?
Before his parents came back, and with Yun Shuqian's begging for mercy, Song Jiamu finally washed away the nine words on his face while taking a bath.
He was sitting at the table eating breakfast and preparing to code.
"You are the one who needs to be erased, and you are the one who needs to be rewritten. Yun Shuqian, are you not contradictory?" Song Jiamu took a mouthful of noodles and tapped the table with his knuckles.
"Who knew you were so shameless!" Yun Shuqian's voice came from under the table.
She squatted on the ground, holding a pen in her hand, pulled up the cuff of Song Jiamu's shorts, and used the pen to rewrite the words "a man dedicated to Yun Shuqian" on his thigh.
"Then I want to write too." Song Jia finished the noodles numbly.
"Don't write messy things." Yun Shuqian warned.
"Get up, it's my turn."
Yun Shuqian got out from under the table, sat on the chair, and turned on the computer. Song Jiamu squatted under the table, took a pen, lifted up her shorts a little, and wrote on her thigh, "Exclusively for Song Jiamu"
The nine words "woman".
Not to mention, although it looks quite shameful, the sense of belonging and satisfaction is really strong! It’s like buying a comic book you like when you were a child and you couldn’t wait to write your name on it.
The reserved girl pulled up the hem of her trousers a little. She was a little trance looking at the words 'a woman who belongs exclusively to Song Jiamu' on her thighs, and her mood became more subtle. These words seemed to have warmth and were hot.
It made her face turn red.
Her tender fingers scratched the edge of the words, and she shyly pulled up the side of her pants to cover the words again. Now she and Song Jiamu were stamped with the factory label.
"Song Jiamu."
"Um?"
"Come here, let's take a photo together as a souvenir."
"...Yun Shuqian, there is no one in this world who is more suitable than the two of us."
Song Jiamu moved the chair over and sat next to Yun Shuqian. The two of them lifted up the sides of their pants, each revealing nine words on their thighs. She wrote on his right leg, and he wrote on her left leg.
, Yun Shuqian took a mobile phone, took a photo of each of their exclusive labels, and saved it in a private album. Of course, this photo cannot be released at the wedding in the future.
After taking the photo, Yun Shuqian was satisfied, and Song Jiamu moved a chair back to sit on the opposite side. The two crossed their legs and started typing.
Song Chi and Li Yuan came back at noon. In order to show off, they coded until ten o'clock. Then they went out to buy vegetables and prepared to cook lunch for the elders.
The distance from the community to the market is more than one kilometer, and it takes about ten minutes to walk. It is June weather, and the sun is already very strong at ten o'clock.
Song Jiamu drove her over in an electric car. The wind blew their shorts, occasionally revealing the words on the fair skin of their thighs. Whenever this happened, Yun Shuqian would shyly pull the fabric to cover up the words.
"Have you thought about what to cook for lunch?"
Song Jiamu asked, and then said proactively: "I want to eat braised pig's trotters! The kind with peanuts."
"Well, let's make braised pork trotters, then stir-fried bitter melon with pork, then oysters with garlic paste, and then make American ginseng and pork ribs soup!"
If you buy your own food, you don't have to worry about being criticized by your elders for being a picky eater. You can just buy the food you like.
However, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian really didn't like eating bitter melon when they were young. They don't know when they started, but they felt that bitter melon was delicious for no reason, and even added it to the most common menu in summer.
There are many people in this market. The two of them walked hand in hand from the vegetable area to the meat area and then to the aquatic products area.
With Song Jiamu accompanying her to buy groceries, Yun Shuqian felt very relaxed. She only had to hold his arm and he was responsible for carrying the groceries.
When they got home after shopping for groceries, the two of them started working on lunch together.
Song Jiamu washed the rice and cooked it in a pot. Yun Shuqian blanched the ribs and stewed the soup with American ginseng. Today, she cooked in his kitchen. She cooked twice in his kitchen in the past two days. She was right
It’s also very familiar here.
"Why don't you buy peeled peanuts?"
Song Jiamu sat on a small bench peeling peanuts and eating them while peeling. The kitten wanted to eat too, so he gave it a peanut.
Nian Nian chewed it loudly and then spat it out slightly.
"Don't be picky about food every year."
"Meow wow wow."
Every year I think to myself, if it goes to buy food by itself, you will all have to eat canned cats and dried fish for lunch today.
"If you buy peeled peanuts, wouldn't you be out of work?"
"...It doesn't have to be like this. Here, I'll give you some peanuts. There are actually five peanuts in this peanut!"
Song Jiamu peeled the most unique peanut and gave it to her to eat.
Yun Shuqian came over, and Niannian hurriedly hid his tail for fear of being stepped on by her.
The little kitten has clearly seen that she likes to step on her tail the most.
Taking the peanuts that Song Jiamu had peeled, Yun Shuqian scalded the peanuts with boiling water to remove the bitter taste of the peanuts. The pig trotters also had to be blanched first. The boss had already burned the pig hair and helped chop it into pieces.
Small pieces, small pieces.
Cut a few slices of ginger, prepare some cinnamon, star anise and other spices, and Yun Shuqian started making braised pig's trotters.
Making the sugar color is a technical job. You can also use dark soy sauce to color it, and then add some rock sugar.
After Song Jiamu finished peeling the peanuts, he started peeling the garlic. Making garlic oysters requires a lot of garlic, so his workload is quite heavy.
He liked Yun Shuqian looking at her while cooking, her serious eyes, her white and tender hands, her legs as beautiful as peeled bamboo shoots under her shorts, her specially tied hair into a ponytail, and the kitchen
It was hot, and the sweat on her slender neck was moist.
The wok made a sizzling sound, and the rich fragrance spread. Song Jiamu and the cat sniffed together, but it felt so much like home.
The pig's trotters and peanuts were briefly stir-fried, and then Yun Shuqian put them in a casserole and slowly simmered them with water. The salt was added when it was almost done, so that the stewed pig's trotters would be softer.
"The clouds are sparse and shallow."
"Um?"
Song Jiamu started to flatter you: "I suddenly feel that if you marry me, I will take advantage of you!"
When he said this, Yun Shuqian felt very good, and she pursed her lips proudly: "It's good to know that I'm beautiful, my cooking is delicious, my personality is gentle, and my family still has money, besides you
Handsome and useless!"
"It's amazing. Did I hear it correctly? I actually heard a compliment from President Yun Da."
"Have you peeled the garlic yet?"
"……alright."
Song Jiamu washed the peeled garlic and put it on the chopping board. Yun Shuqian slapped it horizontally with the knife, and with a snap, the garlic was flattened, but the knife was intact.
Song Jiamu, who had nothing to do, came to harass Yun Shuqian who was cooking.
He stood behind her, gently holding her waist, covering her flat belly with his thick palms, looking at the hair behind her ears, or scraping the sweat off her temples with the back of his fingers.
Occasionally, while the vegetables were simmering in the pot, Yun Shuqian would relax and rest in his arms.
"The clouds are sparse and shallow."
"Um?"
"I don't want you to be beautiful, nor do I want you to cook delicious food. I just want you to be you, you know."
"Me too."
"No, you have to at least be a little bit attracted to my handsomeness. After all, I'm really handsome."
"So what if you're handsome, you have to listen to me, you know."
With the handle in her hand, Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled and he nodded obediently.
Hearing the sound of the door opening and voices outside, the two of them quickly separated, straightened their clothes, and the kitten also ran out.
"Dad, Mom, are you back so early?"
"It's almost twelve o'clock. There's been a traffic jam on the road for a while. Let's put these in the refrigerator."
The old parents were changing their shoes at the door. The weather was hot and they brought back so many things from their hometown that they were sweating.
"Hmm~! It smells so good!"
Li Yuan sniffed. Song Jiamu sent her a message last night saying that he and Yun Shuqian would make lunch for them today. After being away from home for two days, there was no change at home. However, as soon as she entered the door, she could smell the aroma of the food.
Son, this is still very gratifying to my parents.
"Yun Shuqian is cooking inside. It will be ready soon." Song Jiamu helped carry the things diligently like a dog.
"Then you won't go in to help!"
"Didn't I just come out? We were cooking together."
As soon as he finished speaking, the snail girl in the kitchen also came out. Probably because she and Song Jiamu had been too presumptuous in the past two days, she unexpectedly heard the sound of opening the door and voices, which made her panic.
"Uncle and aunt, you are back."
"Thank you Qianqian for your hard work. It smells so good! Auntie smelled it as soon as she walked in. I want to taste your craftsmanship today!"
"It's all done in vain..."
"Why is Qian Qian's face so red?"
"Hot, hot."
Li Yuan didn't doubt him, so she came over and moved a fan in to blow the cool breeze into the living room. She also took out a lunch box with some glutinous rice cakes in it.
"Qianqian, try the glutinous rice cake made by grandma Jiamu herself. It's delicious!"
"Hmm, delicious!"
Li Yuan and Song Chi wanted to help, but Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian hurriedly asked them to rest.
The old parents had no choice but to sit down on the sofa with a smile, drink tea, and blow on the air conditioner.
From time to time, they looked towards the kitchen. This was the first time they saw Yun Shuqian cooking at their house. She was wearing an apron and her hair was tied into a ponytail. She was cooking and serving dishes neatly. Song Jiamu was helping wash the dishes.
Use chopsticks to pick up the washed vegetables in the basin.
This feeling is strange. After all, they are two guys who have watched them grow up. They can cook and eat for them in the blink of an eye. Going home feels like going to the home of the married son.
"Dad, Mom, it's time to eat."
Song Jiamu brought out the dishes and helped with the soup, while Yun Shuqian wiped the kitchen counters and sorted out the used pots and pans.
The old parents sat down at the table and gave Song Jiamu a look. Song Jiamu hurried to the kitchen to help Yun Shuqian clean up, and then came out together. After the little chef also sat down, the family started to use chopsticks.
Song Chi and Li Yuan were full of praise for Yun Shuqian's cooking skills, almost praising them while eating, which made Yun Shuqian feel embarrassed.
The topics of conversation are also very common. The old parents and old parents chat about things in their hometown, or ask them what they have been doing at home these two days.
"Code words." Song Jiamu said.
"Read a book." Yun Shuqian said.
"Meow, wow, meow, meow," said Nian Nian.
"You just spent two days reading and writing at home?" Li Yuan asked in surprise.
"Hmm..." Yun Shuqian put her legs together in a ladylike manner and pulled the sides of her pants, fearing that the words on her thighs would be exposed.
"That's not the case either."
Song Jiamu said: "We went swimming these two nights. Yun Shuqian can't swim, so I taught her how to swim. We got a card and went swimming every night."
The old parents nodded, that's good. Reading books, learning code, and exercising is what a healthy life should be. It seems that if they live together, it's quite reassuring and they can supervise each other.
"By the way, Jiamu, mom wants to tell you something."
"Um?"
There were no outsiders here, so Li Yuan said: "A few years ago, your dad and I bought a suite next to No. 4 Middle School. It has been renovated now. If we live there, it will be close to my classes and your dad's work."
It's also one less road to take. I originally planned to buy it for you to get married later, so I didn't want to tell you first. But now it's empty and I don't worry about renting it to others. I'll just make plans and wait.
I’ll move there during the summer vacation and ask what you think.”
"Auntie...you want to move, move?!"
Yun Shuqian's face turned pale. Did Song Zhutou also want to move away with him? She didn't want it!
But after all, unable to speak, Yun Shuqian could only look at Song Jiamu nervously.
"Our whole family will move here? Mom, I'd better forget it. You and dad can go live in the new house. When I live here, I'm close to classes and can learn code with Yun Shuqian."
"I didn't say let you go."
Li Yuan looked like she was afraid that this brat would come and disturb the couple's world, "I wouldn't be willing to rent this old house to anyone else. Just stay here and take care of the house. Learn how to live by yourself. You really don't know how."
To cook, you go to the cafeteria to eat."
"oh……"
Song Jiamu suddenly felt relieved. He concealed the excitement in his expression and tried his best to look reluctant to give up.
"Then you'll move here and not come back. Don't worry about eating. I'll just let Yun Shuqian cook for me."
"I do not want it……"
Yun Shuqian also felt relieved and lowered his head to eat, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to him.
In short, things have been settled for now. The old parents will move to the new house when they have time during the summer vacation, leaving Song Jiamu to learn to live alone here.
For young people, if their parents agree to live alone, it is simply the greatest freedom. The free space spreads directly from one room to the entire home.
Of course, there is still some time before liberation. When the elders are back, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian are much more honest. They code and read in the afternoon, and go to practice swimming after dinner in the evening. After swimming, they go back to their respective homes.
At around eleven o'clock at night, after both his parents went to bed, Song Jiamu sneaked out of the door again and took out the key that Yun Shuqian gave him...
He swore! He really came to return the key!
The two of them didn't make an appointment, but they had a tacit understanding. When he didn't come, the lights in Yun Shuqian's living room were not turned off.
Opening her door, the girl was already lying on the bed. Seeing that he was indeed here, she couldn't help but put her head under the bed and giggled.
How can a man and woman in love endure sleepless days alone?
As soon as Song Jiamu sat down beside her bed, Yun Shuqian couldn't help but wrap around him like an octopus, hugging him from behind, taking off his T-shirt, and getting her hands under his armpits.
She pressed it against his chest, put her little face against his back, and sniffed his scent deeply, feeling satisfied.
"You left your key with me, I'm here to return it."
"oh."
Yun Shuqian threw the key in his hand aside, and wrapped it around him even more tightly. One of her little feet was not wearing socks, and the other little foot was wearing cute little white socks, which were as white and tender as bamboo shoots.
His legs crossed from behind his waist.
"Song Jiamu, you are not allowed to leave."
"Didn't I say that I won't move away? We will live together then... Yun Shuqian."
Song Jiamu couldn't help calling her name softly, grabbing her delicate ankles, his heart started to beat rapidly.
"Didn't we agree..."
"But you clearly still look unconvinced."
Yun Shuqian snorted, grabbed his hand, and continued to move his feet evilly.
"I want to see you convinced."
"..."
Song Jiamu could no longer think.
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(There are only a few chapters left. It will probably be finished by the end of the month. Finally, I’d like to ask everyone for a monthly pass~)