After class at noon, Song Jiamu went to the cafeteria with Zhang Sheng and others to eat.
Today is the last day for new recruits, and yesterday’s flyers haven’t been distributed yet.
Fortunately, the weather was kind, and the rain that had been pouring all morning finally stopped. Birds were jumping on the tall palm trees, knocking water drops off the leaves.
Naturally, Song Jiamu forgot to bring an umbrella.
It wasn't until she saw him walking downstairs talking and laughing with a few boys that Yun Shuqian silently put away his umbrella and managed to comb and tie the umbrella leaves neatly.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about every day. An umbrella only costs twenty or thirty yuan. I’m so prodigal. I’ll be careful that I’ll lose all the money for my child’s milk powder in the future.
Yun Shuqian and Yuan Caiyi finished eating together, and she returned to the new recruitment tent.
I thought he came late yesterday and would come earlier today, but I waited for him for ten minutes and still didn't come.
Open WeChat and send a message to ‘Song Zhutou’: “Where are you? Where are you?”
When the news was bombarded, he didn't reply. The little girl was extremely depressed and looked helplessly in the direction of the canteen, planning to teach him a lesson later.
But he didn't expect Song Jiamu to run over from the direction of the teaching building.
"Damn, I just went to the cafeteria to have a meal. I remembered that I forgot to take my umbrella, so I ran back to the teaching building to find it. Damn it, some bastard stole my umbrella. I will give birth to a child without a butthole..."
Song Jiamu was so angry that he sat down next to Yun Shuqian.
"I also said that I would come early today. I really didn't mean to be late. I'm going to find an umbrella... um..."
He was still talking, and his eyes fell on the dark blue folding umbrella on the table. His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, his pupils trembled wildly, and the soft flesh on his waist began to hurt reflexively...
"Keep talking, classmate Song Jiamu, I'm listening."
"...Yes! The umbrella I lost is exactly the same as yours. I'll go look for it again!"
"Stop, who can give birth to a child without a butthole?"
"Ah, it hurts...I, I."
Yun Shuqian let go of him angrily, "Hurry up and get rid of the remaining flyers before it rains."
Song Jiamu was speechless, touched his waist, and said he wanted to find a way to reconcile with her, but in the end he pissed her off again. Could it be that the two of them are incompatible...
Seeing that Yun Shuqian had divided the flyers and was about to leave, Song Jiamu stretched out his other hand in front of her.
"Here, here it is for you."
Different from yesterday's ice cream, today it was a cup of milk tea. He bought it in the cafeteria after eating and specifically asked for hot one. After all, it was a lot colder today.
"don't want."
"Take it, I bought it especially for you."
Song Jiamu pushed the milk tea into her hand.
Yun Shuqian still wanted to refuse, but when her slightly cold hands touched the warm milk tea, she couldn't push away.
"How much will it cost this time?" She held milk tea in one hand and took out her mobile phone in the other.
"Please." Song Jiamu said generously.
"...Don't think that bribing the president with milk tea will ease your work tasks."
Yun Shuqian looked at him with a strange expression. Every time he took the initiative to give something, he always had bad intentions. He would either borrow notes from her, beg her to remove her name, or simply pay off a debt.
"I've had this before. It's delicious. I bought it for you to try."
"I don't believe it, no, just drink it yourself."
Yun Shuqian pushed the milk tea to him again.
"Hey, why are you so stubborn..."
"No, I suspect you have other thoughts."
"Are you still worried that I won't be able to pursue you? What's the relationship between us? If another boy gives you milk tea, he must have bad intentions."
Song Jiamu grabbed her little hand, she made a little fist, and he opened her fingers one by one, and then forced the milk tea into her hand. When she still refused to hold it, he started fingering her fingers one by one.
He closed her fingers and wrapped her little hand with both hands, letting her hold it firmly.
Yun Shuqian was a hand-controller, so when she was pulling with him, her big eyes stared blankly at his hand, watching him scratch and touch her little hand, her heartbeat accelerated, and her pretty face turned red unconsciously.
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"How can you give milk tea to a girl like this?"
He was useless when it came to the saucy trick of giving milk tea. He simply pushed the milk tea into her hand. You don’t need to learn this trick, otherwise you will most likely lament that the food in the detention center is not bad.
"Anyway, just take it and drink it. If you don't want it, I will randomly find a senior sister to give it to you."
As soon as he said this, Yun Shuqian stopped returning the milk tea to him. He held it tightly in his two little hands, and looked like he was afraid that he would snatch it back.
"Then you give it to senior sister like this? Take the opportunity to touch someone else's hand?"
"...What kind of image do I have in your mind?"
"Huh, anyway, even if you invite me to drink milk tea, I won't agree to do something I don't want to do."
Song Jiamu felt tired, and the road to reconciliation was long and arduous. He couldn't be like what he did when he was a child. He only had to give her a candy, and she would say with stars in her eyes, "Song Jiamu, you are so good to me, I want to be with you."
Give birth to so many babies!'
"I'm going to work, you can take care of the house."
"Don't be lazy, I'm keeping an eye on you."
Song Jiamu took the flyer and left. Yun Shuqian blinked and looked at him for a while, then sat down, inserted the straw, held the warm milk tea in both hands, and took a sweet sip.
The sugar made her taste buds happy, and she felt much better.
He opened his palms and looked at his hands. His snow-white skin was still a little red from the entanglement just now. Now his small hands were warm. He clenched them into small fists and shrank them into his arms.
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At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the sky turned dark again, and it started to rain again.
Song Jiamu ran into the tent, with traces of raindrops on his coat.
"What should we do now? It's raining again, the weather is bad, and the effect today is worse than yesterday." He panted, opened the bottle of mineral water handed to him by Yun Shuqian, and drank a few sips.
The water was not too ice cold, she seemed to have taken it out of her arms.
"Just keep an eye on it for now. It shouldn't rain very heavily. It might stop after a while."
Yun Shuqian took out the registration form: "Three people who signed up yesterday just contacted me and said they didn't want to join..."
"It's okay, it's better than others being silent during the interview." Song Jiamu comforted him.
"..." Yun Shuqian rolled her eyes at him angrily.
She refused to leave, and Song Jiamu couldn't leave her alone. If he really ran away, then why not fight until he was old?
Unfortunately, Yun Shuqian's judgment was wrong. Not only did the rain not stop, it also got heavier and heavier.
The tent was rattled by raindrops, and the wind came out from the side, mixed with cold water vapor, and penetrated the defense of the clothes, so cold that even Yun Shuqian shivered.
The key is that this shabby tent is not very useful. Occasionally, a few drops of water will drip down, just falling to the collar of the clothes, which is so refreshing.
"Not leaving?" Song Jiamu asked her again.
"If you walk back to the classroom now, you will only get your shoes wet. Go back by yourself." Yun Shuqian shrank her legs and stepped on the bars of the chair.
"Fine."
Song Jiamu opened the umbrella.
Yun Shuqian looked at him, thinking that he was going to leave on his own, leaving her alone here stupidly.
Unexpectedly, he moved the chair to the direction of the wind, sat down next to her, blocked the wind, and held up an umbrella under the tent.
"What are you doing standing there dumbly? Come closer."
"……oh."
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(Thank you to Kui Chuan for being the leader. The boss is generous and makes a fortune. We are all old book friends. Thank you very much for your support~!)