Chapter 6 Your mother is really good, now she is my mother
After going around and around, the cup of milk tea she was supposed to drink fell into her hands.
Yun Shuqian felt that he had gained a lot of blood.
The sweet and fragrant taste filled his mouth, and coupled with Song Jiamu's deflated appearance as a relief, Yun Shuqian's mood suddenly improved a lot.
Seeing the expression of enjoyment on her face, it was urgent to regain her place.
Song Jiamu pretended to be surprised and asked: "Didn't you go on a blind date? Why did you come back so soon? Is it because you weren't noticed?"
"Who told you that I would go on a blind date?"
Yun Shuqian glared at this guy and said as he walked: "I just went to pick up something from a friend. He is taller and more handsome than you. He is a very gentleman."
"We have known each other for more than ten years. I don't know which of your friends is more handsome than me. He doesn't even make a draft when he brags."
After hearing what she said, Song Jiamu felt relieved. This is confidence.
Maybe Yun Shuqian really has friends he doesn't know, but it's absolutely impossible for him to be more handsome than him.
"shameless."
Yun Shuqian was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. She took a few sips of milk tea, rolled her big eyes, and asked him curiously:
"What about you? You're dressed like a dog. You must have dated some girl, right?"
Her voice rose a little higher, and she looked incredulous: "You came back so early, is it because you were dating?"
Song Jiamu's fist in his trouser pocket was hardened, but his face looked unconcerned. He chuckled and made a cut:
"How is that possible! Do I need to date a girl? Although she is prettier than you, speaks softer than you, and is taller than you..."
Just when he mentioned his height, Yun Shuqian was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He subconsciously stood up on his heels and argued: "I'm not short! I'm 1.65 meters tall! You were still in the first grade of junior high school."
Not as tall as me!!"
1.65 meters is indeed not short among girls, but Song Jiamu, who is 1.83 meters tall, likes to use this to hit her. Because they grew up together, she grew up first and relied on her being taller than him.
I lost it and told him to call me sister.
As a result, starting from the second grade of junior high school, their heights reversed in two levels.
Yun Shuqian, who is 1.62 meters tall, has barely grown any taller. Until now, when he is nineteen years old, he has only grown three centimeters.
And Song Jiamu was like a bamboo shoot in the spring. From his height of 1.6 meters in the first year of junior high school, he grew eight centimeters in the second year of junior high school, and another eight centimeters in the third year of junior high school. When he was in high school, Yun Shuqian talked to him.
You have to hold your neck up.
At one time, Yun Shuqian wondered if Aunt Li had given this guy hormones. At that time, he only grew taller and looked like a bamboo pole. Now he has gradually gained weight and looks even and good-looking.
"Can you still grow?" Song Jiamu looked thoughtfully at her youthful and energetic breasts.
Noticing his gaze, Yun Shuqian became angry and straightened her back: "What do you want to say?"
"……nothing."
Song Jiamu felt murderous, but he still couldn't help but said: "Of course, I have a suggestion. Instead of taking care of my business all day long, you might as well seize the time to find a boyfriend, and maybe you can grow longer in the future. Research shows that,
Falling in love can stimulate the secretion of estrogen, which can help to a certain extent...ah!"
Before he could finish his words, a piece of soft flesh on his waist was severely injured.
Yun Shuqian looked small, but his pinching force was not small at all. He pinched his soft flesh with his thumb and index finger and twisted it in a circle.
"Just be prepared to be single for the rest of your life, and let's see who is blind enough to dare to marry you!"
Song Jiamu ran away, while Yun Shuqian held up the milk tea with one hand and pulled the shoulder strap of the bag with the other hand, looking like she was going to tear him apart.
The gatekeeper at the gate of the community put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at the two people chasing me and running in.
I have seen this scene countless times in the past ten years.
The old man shook his head and raised the newspaper again to cover his face.
Yun Shuqian chased Song Jiamu from the entrance of the community to the elevator. Song Jiamu hurriedly pressed the elevator button, but the elevator didn't come.
In the end, he was punched twice by her.
"Oh...! Hiss...! Ah...! Be gentle! Stop...my mother is here!"
"Who will believe what you say!"
"Really!...Ah! Don't hit that!"
"If you fool me again, I will be a puppy!"
Li Yuan just came home from get off work and saw her son being beaten by a pretty girl in a skirt.
"Ahem."
Hearing the coughing sound from behind, Yun Shuqian turned around. Her little hand was still holding the corner of Song Jiamu's clothes, and she quickly let go.
With his head lowered and his face red, he obediently retreated to a corner and tugged at the strap of his bag uneasily: "Teacher Li..."
Song Jiamu, who finally found his savior, would not let go of the opportunity to complain. He straightened his clothes and said to his mother with a "you're done" look:
"Mom, look at the students you teach! If you catch me, I'll be beaten!"
"Teacher Li...no, that's not the case!"
"Why not? Mom, you have seen it, and she will bully me. You still don't believe me when I told you before..."
Song Jiamu walked to his mother, but he didn't expect that Li Yuan not only didn't help him, but also slapped him angrily: "If you don't offend Qianqian, will she teach you a lesson?"
"?"
My dear mother! I am your son! Why does being beaten become a lesson?
Yes, Song Jiamu's mother was once the class teacher in the second grade of junior high school, and Yun Shuqian was her favorite student.
In the second year of junior high school, studying in his mother's class was the most difficult year in Song Jiamu's life...
"I've been out of shape all day. Look at Qianqian, who already got a school scholarship. If you don't work hard and learn more from others, I want to beat you up..."
Li Yuan also pinched him, and Yun Shuqian's eyes lit up. He quickly put the straw in his mouth to drink milk tea, trying to cover up the gloating arc at the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, Aunt Li is the best.
Song Jiamu was so disheartened that he didn't even dare to express his anger.
Thirty years in the east of Hedong, thirty years in the west of Hexi! One day, the clouds are thin and shallow, I want you...
"You haven't apologized to me yet!"
"...Yes. Classmate Yun Shuqian, I was wrong. I shouldn't have messed with you."
"It's okay, it's okay, I was wrong too."
"..."
There are ants crawling on me!
After his mother appeared, Song Jiamu was left alone, whistling in boredom while waiting for the elevator to come down.
Li Yuan actually had a good time chatting with Yun Shuqian, asking her about her studies, talking about the changes in Su University, etc., and seemed to be in tune with her.
The elevator comes down.
Song Jiamu became the doorman, opening the door and helping to block the door. When the two leaders went in first, he folded his hands in front of him and did not dare to look back at them.
"Qianqian looks really good today. Did you buy this new dress? It's very beautiful. Are you going out to play?"
"Yeah, I..."
Hearing the voice behind him, Song Jiamu couldn't help but interrupt.