Chapter 65 Anyway, lets be in the same room with her first
What were weekends like in the past?
Song Jiamu usually sleeps until about ten o'clock in the morning, which is the time to wake up. This time is quite embarrassing. It's too late to have breakfast. If he doesn't eat, he feels a little less energy, so he just lies in bed and plays on his mobile phone until ten o'clock.
After one o'clock, you can just have lunch, and the rest of the time you can either play games or read novels at home, and there are far places beyond the bed that can't be reached by hand.
But the great Song Jiamu has begun to change himself, and weekends are no exception.
Rewarding himself for sleeping an extra half hour, he woke up at 6:30 in the morning. As always, he started from Huabanli Community and ran to Anjiang Road and back again. The entire journey was six kilometers long, but his body gradually began to adapt.
This is the rhythm.
I brought breakfast to the pig next door, and it was half past seven when he returned to the community.
Thinking she was still sleeping, Yun Shuqian rang the doorbell twice and opened the door for him.
"Here, your barbecued pork buns and fried dough sticks."
"Hey, your soy milk."
The two completed the exchange of breakfast and went back to their houses.
When you wake up early, you will have extra time in the day.
Song Jiamu will finish coding today's words first, and after three or four days of updates, it is estimated that his book will be finished.
After coding, he started making plans for the event. He was very serious about this matter. He didn't go out on Saturday and was busy planning the whole day.
Occasionally when I stretch my legs and rest, I will also wonder what Yun Shuqian next door is doing right now.
According to what we know about her in the past, she might have gone to the school library, or she might have stayed at home reading books and watching TV shows.
Until I saw the update of Zhaidai at night, eight chapters in total!
Boy, she's speeding up to finish!
I guess I asked her last night, which made her a little panicked, and she wanted to finish it quickly, put on a new vest, and start a new book.
The girl who was coding intensively did not come to see the cat on Saturday night, so the two of them only touched each other in the morning when they were giving each other breakfast.
Well, Song Jiamu admitted that he was really not used to her not coming at night.
Saturday passed like this.
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After lunch on Sunday, my mother and father were going to a banquet.
"Song Jiamu, are you going with us? Your eldest cousin's son is getting married. If you don't want to go, you can make dinner by yourself tonight."
"I'm not going, you go ahead, I'll just order takeout."
Song Jiamu was typing on the keyboard. He had already completed seven or eight of the plans for the event.
As for the eldest cousin, he is still a little unclear and has not seen her a few times. She should be the eldest daughter of my grandma's brother. That's right...
In short, having to see many distant relatives is really a headache, so it is better to stay at home and continue the liver plan.
If Song Jiamu doesn't go, Li Yuan and Song Chi will ignore him. Such a big person can't starve him.
After his parents went out, Song Jiamu was the only one left at home.
An Jingjing felt a little bored, so she clicked on Yun Shuqian's WeChat and sent her a message.
Song Zhutou: "Are you there?"
Yun Shuqian picked up her phone and took a look at it, but ignored him. She hated being texted "Are you there" the most?
In order to lure her out, Song Jiamu sent her another sentence.
Song Zhu's head: "Horizontal vertical vertical, horizontal, horizontal, horizontal, horizontal, horizontal and horizontal, horizontal?"
Yun Shuqian was indeed fished out, and he replied with "?"
Song Zhutou: "What are you doing?"
Yun Zhu Po: "I am busy using language symbols to reflect things in a descriptive way, express thoughts and feelings, transmit knowledge and information, and realize the creative mental work process of communication."
Good guy, it took Song Jiamu a long time to figure out what she was doing.
Yun Zhu Po: "If you have something to say, tell me quickly. If nothing happens, you'll be finished."
Song Zhutou: "My father and mother are not at home!"
Yunzhu Po: "So?"
Song Zhutou: "Do you want to come to my house? It's just me and you."
For a moment, Yun Shuqian was really moved. While his parents were not at home, she secretly went to his house to watch a movie with him in bed?
Yun Zhu Po: "No, goodbye."
Song Zhutou: "Hey, let me go to your house and treat you to afternoon tea. How about M?"
Yun Zhu Po: "No, goodbye."
Song Zhutou: "I've wanted to see you every year. You didn't come last night. He couldn't sleep well because he didn't eat well. He's still depressed on the balcony."
Song Jiamu went to the balcony to take a photo of Nian Nian. The kitten was lying lazily on the balcony basking in the sun and enjoying its feline life. However, when he took the photo from a strange angle, it looked like it was about to jump off the building and die.
Sure enough, Yun Shuqian softened her heart when she heard that it was her child who wanted to see her.
Yun Zhu Po: "Then you can bring Nian Nian over."
Song Jia numbly returned to the room, took her ultra-thin notebook with her, then returned to the balcony and hugged Nian Nian, who was sleeping.
Before the cat could react, there was a jolt, and Song Jiamu had already carried it out of the house and rang the doorbell next door.
After two rings, the girl opened the door.
It was only opened a crack. She held the door and looked at him warily. She stretched out her hand and said, "Give me Nian Nian."
"I'm already here, so you can't let me go home all the way. I'll treat you to afternoon tea..."
Song Jiamu shamelessly squeezed into the crack of the door. Yun Shu made a shallow sound and wanted to close the door, but he was not as strong as him, so he forced his way in.
"I promise not to disturb you!"
"..."
Yun Shuqian glared at him. The door had already been closed by him. He was holding it against the door. What else could she do?
"If you bother me, I will block your mouth with ten pairs of socks."
"sure."
Song Jiamu put down Nian Nian. Although it was a strange environment for the kitten, it still had a familiar atmosphere. This was Yun Shuqian's home. The kitten didn't appear to be afraid of strangers and looked around curiously.
The layout of the houses of the two families is very similar. Song Jiamu used to come there often when he was a child, but as he grew up, he came less frequently. Usually when he visited his parents, he would only drink tea in the living room.
The innermost room is Yun Shuqian's, the door is half closed, and when you look inside from the living room, you can only see her bookshelf.
She did not code in the room. Instead, she opened a folding table in the living room near the balcony door. On the table was her laptop. There was a glass of water on the left hand side. The afternoon sun just illuminated half of the table.
, drawing a shadow on the other side of the cup.
Yun Shuqian likes to write in such an environment. He can bask in the sun. When he is tired, he can look at the scenery outside the balcony through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He can also know when it rains and open the balcony door to collect clothes.
The sunshine is good today and the wind is gentle, blowing the girls' clothes hanging on the balcony.
Among them, a set of small clothes hanging by the side particularly attracted Song Jiamu's attention.
It's the kind of cross-strap bra for girls, with glossy ribbons, tender pink and lace, like a butterfly flying in the wind in spring. You can imagine how cute she looks when she wears it.
The touching feeling of youth.
Although A is small, she does not look flat, but it is not obvious after wearing clothes. Considering her age, it is not impossible to develop into B in the future.
Of course, in addition to diet matching, this may also require the joint efforts of two people, which may be a very fulfilling thing.
"What are you looking at?"
"...There are planes."
Yun Shuqian looked in the direction of his finger.
In the clear blue sky in spring, a long cloud of airplanes was cut open, pointing farther away.