After staying in the library until five o'clock in the afternoon, Yun Shuqian planned to go home.
I was bored alone, so I invited Yuan Caiyi, who was also bored, to have dinner at home.
This was the first time Yuan Caiyi came to her home.
Because they tried to avoid it before, no one in the class knew that Song Jiamu lived next door to her, and now only Yuan Caiyi knew.
"Wow! It's true! Qianqian! He lives next door to you! You can meet him every time you open the door. It always feels so romantic!"
Before entering the house, Yuan Caiyi looked as if he was making a fuss. For most city dwellers nowadays, it is quite normal for them not to even know who their next door neighbor is.
"It's not romantic anymore. Oh, stop looking. He's not at home. Come in quickly."
"Hmm, Feng Shui is also very good, wealth will be prosperous, the family will be healthy, and people will be prosperous and wealth will be prosperous."
"Can you still read Feng Shui?"
"I know a little bit about it, but after I graduate, I plan to either become a psychological counselor or help people with fortune telling."
Yun Shu gave a faint smile and said: "Who believes in divination? I think you are more reliable as a psychological counselor."
"It's the same. In fact, I think divination and fortune-telling are actually meant to give people positive hints. Those who always say something to scare people, I classify them as charlatans. This type is the most annoying, but...
People have dark sides, and they like to hear these things. You know, it is much more difficult to guide the positive side than to guide the dark side, whether it is divination or psychological counseling."
"Then the last time you helped me with my divination, you were trying to trick me."
"Not at all! Everything I said is true! You two are as destined as red steel bars! It wasn't until after the on-site inspection that I confirmed it even more!"
Yun Shuqian was in a happy mood and was too lazy to compete with this clever and eccentric housekeeper.
Because Yuan Caiyi was a guest, the two of them just bought some vegetables together. Yun Shuqian put the vegetables in the kitchen, and Yuan Caiyi followed her around.
After spending a whole day basking in the sun on the balcony every year, the kitten was almost melted by the sun. Hearing the movement in the house, he didn't bother to get up and look.
Until Yun Shuqian came over, picked up the sun-baked kitten, and brought it into the house to cool down.
"Oh! Little cat~! Well~ give me a hug~!"
When she saw Nian Nian, Yuan Caiyi's eyes lit up and she hugged the kitten and started stroking it.
"Hey, it's so disgusting."
"What's its name? When did you get a cat? I didn't even hear you say it."
"Yunniannian, Song Jiamu and I picked it up together. It usually lives at Song Jiamu's house, but it came to live with me these two days."
"Isn't it really Song Niannian?"
"The last name is Yun!"
Yuan Caiyi had already taken a general tour of her home, nodded and praised: "Qianqian, your home is really big. Are you afraid of sleeping alone at night? Do you want me to squeeze in with you?"
"I'm very brave."
"But having said that, this is really cool. Think about it, if you fall in love and your parents are not at home, you can take Song Jiamu to live here with you at night. You don't need an ID card, and you don't need to
Worrying about cameras and stuff.”
"What, classmate Yuan Caiyi, your associations are too rich!"
"No, you haven't thought about it this way?"
"Not at all."
The two girls chatted, laughed and prepared dinner together.
Yuan Caiyi could cook, but only to the extent that she could eat. She started to cook mainly with Yun Shuqian.
After finishing the work, the dishes are served to the table for dinner.
Even though the person opposite was also a girl, Yun Shuqian kept her feet on her side in a reserved manner.
Talking about why every time it was Song Jiamu, she couldn't help but stretch her feet towards him...
This guy must have stretched his foot to her side first, and then she stretched her foot over as there was no more room.
After finishing the meal, we cleared away the dishes together, and the two girls hugged the cat and hid in the room to play.
In fact, there is nothing fun. Neither of them likes to play games, so they just share some small objects they collect, or books, or they lie on the bed without any image, chatting miscellaneously while looking at the ceiling, or take out their mobile phones to take selfies.
Selfie after selfie.
Isn’t it often said that before a boy dies suddenly, he must get up and clear the records on his mobile browser? As for girls, the chat records with their best friends are also top secret, and they will die on the spot if they are seen in the club.
The presence.
It was a lot of fun when looking through old photos. Yun Shuqian took out the photo album she had collected. There were many photos of her and Song Jiamu when they were young.
"No! He was not as tall as you at that time!"
"Yes, who knows what hormones he took."
"Wow, Qianqian, if you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have known it was you. As for Song Jiamu, those eyes and nose are pretty easy to identify."
"I was cute when I was little!"
"Hehe, you are much fatter than you are now. How can your waist be so thin..."
"Oh, don't make trouble, itchy."
Yun Shuqian slapped her hand away and started gossiping about Yuan Caiyi's relationship. For someone like her who has been single for twenty years and is still in bloom, she always has some yearning for her.
Yuan Caiyi was also very generous. He opened QQ space for her and looked at several private photo albums.
QQ is used less now, and real friends basically use WeChat to communicate, but the space is still very useful for putting photos.
Yun Shuqian has several QQ accounts, and he has always used the large one, but the account has been locked for a long time. After all, the comments he posted when he was in middle school and high school still make him blush when he sees them now.
Strong sentimentality and depression, full of unfulfilled love, such as, "Although I have the urge to hit you, don't let me do it." For you, I used stalking,
Even if you hate me in the end, I won't regret it." In fact, you don't know that I have been paying attention to you silently, but we will never be close again."...
In addition to space, there are often such mood records in her previous essays. Any sentence she picks out can make Yun Shuqian's goosebumps rise with embarrassment, her toes curl up, and she wishes she could throw away her phone.
Yun Shuqian hereby solemnly declares: 1. None of this is her original creation! No! No! She just recorded it after seeing it and feeling emotional about it! 2. This has nothing to do with someone! Absolutely not!!
In short, there was a lot of talk in her space, especially when she was in junior high school, so much so that she deleted it for a while, and finally she was so tired of deleting it that she simply locked the space.
And what about Song Jiamu's space? His space was also locked, but Yun Shuqian still remembered that what he posted most often at that time were probably some words that he copied from nowhere, such as "Holding the sun and moon in hand and picking the stars."
,There is no one like me in the world!'
Anyway, it's right that both of them are in the middle, but their middle two are obviously divided into two directions, and no one can understand the other.
"Caiyi Caiyi, show me what you said before."
"This is not okay!"
Well, it seems that even Yuan Caiyi has a dark history, and Yun Shuqian feels balanced.
Yuan Caiyi showed her a private photo album, which recorded every moment of her and her boyfriend. The two had known each other since high school and had many common memories, such as the photos of them holding hands, the gifts given by the other party, etc.
As a single person, Yun Shuqian looked very yearning.
"You actually kissed in the classroom...!"
"Hehe, it's very exciting, especially when I hear footsteps in the corridor and refuse to leave, my heart beats super fast."
Yun Shuqian tried to imagine that Yuan Caiyi didn't have to tell her how to stimulate her. For a good student like her, just thinking about it was enough to get her blood pumping.
"Are you envious? Find one for yourself, Song Jiamu is really good, a childhood sweetheart~"
"You're talking nonsense again."
It's getting late, Yuan Caiyi is going back to school.
Originally she was still a wanderer in Tianya, but just as she was sending her out of the community, Yuan Caiyi's boyfriend made a video call. The two of them had the video on, and Yun Shuqian was the only one who was as lonely as a dog.
When she returned home, it seemed even more deserted, and only the kitten in her arms could give her a little warmth.
She looked at the empty Song Jiamu's house next door, stood at the door in a daze for a while, then turned around and closed the door and entered the house.
After taking a shower, I called my mother. It was morning at Xu Ying's place, and the couple had breakfast at the hotel.
Asking about the current situation and chatting casually, Yun Shuqian said: "Mom, when will you come back?"
"It may take more than half a month. I don't know how long I will be in isolation when I go back. Qianqian, you have to take care of yourself. If you have any difficulties, you can ask Jiamu for help. Mom told him."
"Well, I know, I'm going to sleep~"
"Good night, baby."
Since childhood, it has been common for my parents to go on business trips, and the family company is not very big. The couple is the core of the company. As a foreign trade company, they often go on business trips. It is precisely because of this that the relationship with the Song family next door has been strengthened.
Recently, when I was still in kindergarten, my aunt would pick up Yun Shuqian every time she picked up Song Jiamu from school.
Li Yuan held Song Jiamu with her left hand and Yun Shuqian with her right hand. He and she were both young at that time. People who didn't know better thought that Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu were biological siblings.
Indeed, if someone asks, Li Yuan will always smile and joke, "This is my daughter."
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and Yun Shuqian hugged Nian Nian and got into bed.
After being frightened by the haunted house, I wasn't so scared today. Although I was timid, it didn't matter if I turned on the light to sleep. However, Yun Shuqian hesitated for a while and still made a video call to him.
She lay on her side, covering half of her face with Nian Nian, blinking her big eyes, waiting for the call to come through.
Not long after, Song Jiamu connected to the video.
In the picture, he was shirtless, with a towel hanging around his neck, wiping his wet hair.
Yun Shuqian's eyes suddenly widened even more. It was the first time since she grew up that she saw him shirtless. She could see two not obvious but strong chest muscles, as well as his collarbones and strong arms.
, the hair is not dry and the bangs look messy, but they have a different kind of charm.
She secretly took a screenshot.
As if there was a network delay, she covered her eyes with Nian Nian and let out a muffled voice of blame: "You, you are a gangster! Why are you not wearing any clothes!"
"I had just finished taking a shower, and I heard my phone ringing, so I came out to take a look."
Song Jiamu put his phone on the table, and there was only a white ceiling in the picture. Then the sound of the hair dryer sounded again. When he came back to the picture, he had put on a loose white T-shirt, and his hair was also
Blow dried.
"Why, are you still scared tonight? Don't you dare to sleep again?"