The janitor, Uncle Liu, adjusted his reading glasses. He was playing Douyin. On the screen, the aunts were performing the Yangko dance.
I looked up and saw Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian walking in harmoniously together.
The last time I saw it was probably the last time...
Oh! He remembered the time he brought the cat back two days ago.
When was the last time?
Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian have already gone upstairs, but Uncle Liu is still thinking. This will help prevent Alzheimer's disease. It may also be that he has watched too many short videos, and he feels that his memory is not as good as before.
Of course, this does not have a big impact on the janitor's job, because the property owner is his son.
It's just that he is usually more polite to the turtle than to his son. When he passes away, he will have to pass the turtle to his son and raise it well.
It wasn't until the cigarette he held was burned to the butt of the cigarette that Uncle Liu remembered.
Probably when they graduated from high school, these two little guys were carrying books home together, and they were so harmonious.
Uncle Liu put out his cigarette and lit another one. He gave Gui a puff first, and then he continued to smoke.
"Old man, your addiction is almost bigger than mine."
The uncle blew out the smoke ring happily, holding the mobile phone in his left hand, pointing the screen with his right index finger and swiping upwards, and continued to browse the next short video.
Spring is here, and the girl’s clothes in the video are getting thinner and thinner.
…
"I'm back."
Song Jiamu opened the door and entered the room, threw his schoolbag on the cabinet, supported the wall with one hand, and took off his shoes with the other hand.
Dad is in the study, and mom is watching TV, watching Little Goldfish every year.
Hearing the noise, Nian Nian jumped down from the cabinet and nuzzled him affectionately with his tail raised. Song Jiamu played with him for a while with the cat teasing stick.
When he went to take a bath, the kitten jumped back on the cabinet, sat by the fish tank, and glared at the three little goldfish through the glass.
The little goldfish were quite afraid of this guy at first. After watching each other for two days, the little goldfish were no longer afraid. When they saw the big cat's face getting in front of the glass tank, they even arrogantly bumped into it through the glass.
Nian Nian was startled, shrank back warily, and then raised her little paws to touch the fish tank.
The little goldfish floated up and blew a few bubbles.
After taking a shower, Song Jiamu threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine and sat in front of the computer to type.
When I was free during the day, I wrote a few sentences about the details of the chapters I would update today. When I coded the words at night, the speed was much faster. I still have to update 6,000 words tonight, which is already 4,000 words compared to the unbeatable 4,000 words in the past.
Great progress.
It was rare that he had a goal and told Yun Shuqian, so naturally he had to stick to it. He didn't expect that in the end she would put a note on his face with a look of disdain, calling him a braggart.
As if hearing movement outside the room, Yun Shuqian came to see the cat, and could faintly hear her and her mother talking.
Song Jiamu didn't go out. When the music of the washing machine started to sound after washing the clothes, he opened the door and came out, took the clothes into the bucket, and carried them to the balcony to dry them.
The girl sitting on the small bench playing with the cat also glanced at him pretending not to care.
Compared to how reserved she was a few days ago, she felt more and more comfortable coming to his house.
"Hey, don't run away every year..."
Seeing Song Jiamu go to the balcony, Nian Nian Bulin Bulin also ran out. Behind him, the girl put on her slippers and ran out Bulin Bulin.
"Look, you are still the closest to me every year."
Song Jiamu was a little proud. He picked up the cat and put it on the balcony. Yesterday, his mother had asked people to seal the balcony and windows at home. During the day, he would come to the balcony every year to bask in the sun.
"Hmph, when Nian Nian comes to live with me next month, I will soon forget you."
Yun Shuqian had been here for twenty minutes, and then she found a chance to say a word to him. The reserved girl couldn't run into his room to talk to him.
She didn't really want to talk to him. She came to his house to see the cat.
The two of them were standing on the balcony. The night wind was blowing coolly. From the height of the 23rd floor, they could see far away. The lights of thousands of houses and vehicles converged into a golden river. There were cruise ships on the Anjiang River, with their lights on.
If you are swimming and watching alone, you will feel like you have transformed into a speck of dust in the dark night.
I like to look at the distant scenery every year. When I was wandering, I just wanted to fill my stomach. Now it has a home. Yun Shuqian is holding it. The girl and the cat are standing on the balcony looking into the distance. The cat’s big blue eyes are very beautiful.
Beautiful, Song Jiamu is hanging clothes, looking warm.
"What are you doing hiding in your room, playing games?"
"I have a goal and am working hard to code."
Song Jiamu said, took off a clothes hanger, took out a piece of clothing from the bucket, hung it up, and then stretched out his hand to hang it on the clothes drying rod.
Look, they also said that I don’t do housework, just look at how diligent I am.
Yun Shuqian seemed to be able to see how proud this guy was of showing off, and said sarcastically: "Is this how you hang your clothes?"
"Otherwise, how else can I dry it?"
For boys, there are three criteria for drying clothes: as long as they don't fall off; they can be dried in the sun; the pleats will hold up after being worn for a while;
"You also said you could do housework. Don't laugh to death."
Watching him drying clothes, Yun Shuqian almost got obsessive-compulsive disorder. As long as he saw a hole, he would stuff a clothes hanger into it. He would never shake the clothes while hanging them. He would roll up his sleeves and wrap up his trouser legs. He would fold his sweater and hat.
He stood up twice and even comforted himself, "I was going to open it to dry in the sun."
If anyone marries him in the future, he will be angry to death just for hanging clothes.
"You hold Nian Nian."
Yun Shuqian couldn't stand it anymore, so she handed the cat to him, pushed him aside, took the clothes hanger from him to dry the clothes, and took out all the clothes he had put on the clothes hanger to dry them again.
"Why don't you just hang your clothes to dry? How can you hang out flowers?"
Song Jiamu whispered, holding the cat and standing aside obediently.
He washed all his own clothes, and he changed out more today. His parents' clothes had already been washed.
Apart from anything else, it feels strange to see a girl hanging clothes for him, and he feels an inexplicable sense of happiness...
"If you don't take pictures neatly, how will it be different from old tree bark after it's dried? It's one by one, it's so hard and ugly."
Yun Shuqian skillfully smoothed the clothes and then put the hangers through them. Some of the necklines were relatively small, so she would not force them into them. Instead, she put them on from the bottom and smoothed out the folded parts.
"Aren't they all the same? Just put it on and it will be fine..."
Song Jiamu felt the difference and did not dare to mutter too loudly.
"Then you might as well just put on your clothes and get into the washing machine and take a shower."
Yun Shuqian was not tall enough, so he could reach out and hang it directly on the clothes drying rack, but she couldn't, so she had to use a clothes support to hold it up.
The girl's soft body was stretched out, and the wind on the balcony blew her hair. She sometimes bent down and sometimes raised her arms.
Song Jiamu could smell the fragrance of her hair and felt that she suddenly became very beautiful. Although her mouth was thorny, she had an inexplicable gentle smell.
The clothes in the bucket were also reduced one by one. It was just a demonstration, but in the end he asked her to help him dry all the clothes.
It wasn't until she was twisting Song Jiamu's underwear in her hand that the girl finally lost her composure.
"You even threw your underwear together for washing?!"
"Um...this..."
The wet pants were cold, but when she held them in her hands, Yun Shuqian felt hot.
She secretly observed that these pants were terrible, they were worn until they almost lost their elasticity, and they were not willing to change them?
There was still an outline that had been worn for a long time in a certain position. The girl was so embarrassed that she threw her underwear on him and refused to help him dry it anymore.