Chapter 90 When will you get better from this disease?
A reserved girl will not behave like a kitten licking the screen.
Yun Shuqian held the phone in front of Nian Nian and asked Xiaomao to video chat with him.
Nian Nian also liked it very much. He tilted his head curiously to look at Song Jiamu on the screen, and stretched out his little paws to touch him without any reservation.
Song Jiamu said: "Turn off the lights every year."
Nian Nian was stunned. If it was in his room, it would still turn off the lights, but it was a bit unfamiliar in Yun Shuqian's room.
Fortunately, the positions of the switches were almost the same. He stepped on the girl hiding under the quilt every year, ran to the bed, jumped on the bedside table, stood up with his front paws on the wall, and turned on the light with a snap.
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Yun Shuqian: "?"
What did these two guys do behind her back? Why do you obey him so much every year? Mom doesn’t love you anymore!
As soon as the light was turned off, the room was completely dark, so she had to crawl over again and turn on the light.
He also followed Song Jiamu's example and coaxed Nian Nian to say: "Turn off the lights every year."
"Meow?"
"Turn off the lights every year~"
"Meow."
Nian Nian is just a little kitten and cannot understand her words.
Song Jiamu in the video also heard her voice and whistled proudly. It was like a child learning to call daddy first, and he felt inexplicably proud.
"Don't bother, you are the closest to me every year."
"Humph, if you never come back, you will kiss me every year and forget about you."
"I'll go back tomorrow."
"Oh, you don't have to tell me."
Yun Shuqian got into bed and picked up her cell phone to video chat with him.
Before Song Jiamu lay down, he sat beside the bed. When the video was being played, it looked like he was watching her sleep.
Yun Shuqian pulled the quilt up a little, covering half of his face, and shifted the angle of his phone to prevent him from looking at it like this.
"Will not you go to bed?"
"Then I'll go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow. Bye."
"Don't hang up, don't hang up..."
Seeing that he was about to hang up the video, Yun Shuqian was a little anxious. After being coy for a long time, he said, "Can you just...put your phone away like you did last night? If you want to sleep, just go to sleep. I won't disturb you."
"Are you still afraid?"
"...Anyway, you are still sleeping when you sleep, why not let me watch, and you won't suffer any loss."
"Then when you take a shower..."
"Shut up."
Yun Shuqian was actually not that scared anymore, but she couldn't explain why. Anyway, watching him sleep, she felt that she slept soundly.
Especially listening to his slight snoring made me feel inexplicably safe.
Song Jiamu propped up his phone and put it on the bedside like he did yesterday, and this time he also plugged in the charging cable.
He thought that he might as well start a sleep live broadcast on Douyin. Maybe because of his handsomeness, he could attract many lonely and empty girls to reward him.
Fortunately, the self-discipline during this period of time has paid off, and he went to bed on time at 11 o'clock in the evening. Song Jiamu has not rewarded himself for a while, so it doesn't matter if he live broadcasts it to her while sleeping.
He also really wanted to see how she slept, but if he kept staring at the screen, Yun Shuqian wouldn't show it to him. The girl would only reveal her face when he closed his eyes.
Song Jiamu lay down, turned off the lights in the room, and turned on the bedside table lamp so that it would not be dazzling and she could see.
"How long will it take for you to recover from your illness?"
"What disease?"
"Aren't you scared?"
"...Two or three days, maybe two or three weeks?"
Yun Shuqian thought to herself, what if things never get better.
Song Jiamu was lying on his side facing the mobile phone screen, and Yun Shuqian was doing the same. It felt like he was lying on the same bed across time and space.
"Go to sleep, good night." Yun Shuqian said.
"Good night." Song Jiamu closed his eyes.
Just when he was about to fall asleep, this guy started talking again. Just like he did when he was a child, he didn't sleep well at all.
"Song Jiamu...are you asleep..."
"……what?"
Song Jiamu didn't open his eyes and answered her vaguely.
"Oh, I just wanted to ask you if you found any material during today's collection."
"Um?"
"Just what did you do today?"
"... Just drive home. The highway is much easier to drive than in the city. The country road is very narrow, so you have to be careful when passing cars."
"Can you not talk about driving?" Yun Shuqian was speechless. What was the boy thinking about all day long? Is this what she wanted to hear?
With Song Jiamu's eyes closed, she felt much more comfortable when video chatting with him. She could look at him boldly and unscrupulously.
The quilt covering half of her face felt a little stuffy. She had already exposed her entire face. It was starting to get hot these days. Before she changed the quilt, she took her little hands out of the quilt and clamped the quilt under the creaking nest to expose it.
Her delicate and beautiful collarbone, the camera could not capture her lower body. As she gradually warmed up, she simply hugged her under the quilt. For girls, holding the quilt and holding the pillow are the two most comfortable positions for sleeping.
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"...I just got home. At noon, the whole family had dinner together. In the afternoon, my grandpa and I went fishing. I caught a lot of small crucian carp."
"How many people are there in your family?" Yun Shuqian asked curiously.
"My grandparents, uncle, sister-in-law, and sister-in-law went to Yanjing to marry, so they rarely come back. I also have a cousin and a cousin..."
Yun Shuqian listened carefully, and finally got to know his immediate family members.
"Then you will all live together when you go back. Is there any extra room at home?"
"It's a three-story building with a lot of rooms..."
"That's it..."
I don’t know why she’s asking these questions, not even herself. Anyway, just ask out of curiosity.
"Well, are your grandparents and uncles easy to talk to?"
"It's easy to talk to. My grandpa also asked me to bring you back for dinner next time..."
Hearing this, Yun Shuqian's heart beat faster, and she whispered coquettishly: "I may not be free, let's talk about it, let's talk about it..."
Well, the more she talked, the more energetic she became, and the more Song Jiamu talked, the more sleepy he became.
"Then what time will you go to worship your ancestors tomorrow? How will you do it?"
"..."
"Song Jiamu?"
"..."
"Pig~Head~!"
Yun Shuqian scolded him, but he had already fallen asleep, and the familiar snoring sound also started.
It seems that he has been sleeping so well since he was a child. During lunch breaks together, he would already fall asleep while she was still chirping.
After falling asleep, Song Jiamu didn't look annoying anymore. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, and her lips would move occasionally. She could sleep in the same position for a long time. Unlike her, she was restless and tossed and turned all night long.
She moved, wishing that the bed was ten thousand square meters, and when she could roll from the left to the right, it would be dawn.
Nian Nian also fell asleep lying on her pillow. I wonder if the kitten imitated him and even snored.
Yun Shuqian held the phone and looked at it. Gradually her eyelids became heavier. After closing her eyes, she fell asleep soon after. The phone slipped from her fingers to the bed, and her breathing gradually became even and long...
The breeze is bright and the moon is shining, bit by bit.
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At around six o'clock in the morning, Song Jiamu got up.
I looked at my phone and saw that the video call was still connected. Yunzhu Po didn't know when she fell asleep. Yesterday the camera was pointed towards the ceiling, but today the camera was completely black. It was probably because the phone was turned upside down.
He shouted softly: "Nian Nian."
Kittens have very smart ears. Most of the time, it’s not that they don’t hear you, but they just don’t want to pay attention to you. They run to the phone every year and meow.
The movement probably disturbed the sleeping girl. She turned over and groaned, but she didn't wake up.
Song Jiamu hung up the video call, left her a message, got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face.
Ancestor worship here in the countryside is quite lively. There is a meeting to welcome the gods in the town. More than 30 Tugu statues are carried in a guard of honor on the Qingming day, called the meeting. For each family, this is also the time to celebrate.
Busy preparing to kill chickens, ducks and other things needed for the sacrifice.
At around eight o'clock, Song Jiamu's family set off. Their destination was a nearby ancestral hall. It was very lively here. Most of the people in the village were named Song. Before sweeping the tombs, they had to go to the ancestral hall to offer sacrifices.
After leaving the ancestral hall, we went to a nearby hilltop. The sickle and hoe we brought came in handy. There were a lot of weeds. As a young and strong man, Song Jiamu had to help with these tasks.
"My ancestors, please bless me to have a smooth year this year. I will be among the top three in my class and my new book will be of high quality. May my family be healthy. I am still single. I hope my ancestors can help me find a partner. My request is also
Not tall, preferably a local, well-matched, pretty, good-looking, good at cooking, capable, stature, courage, and well-connected, a rich young woman would be fine..."
Song Jiamu bowed devoutly and burned the incense.
Grandpa and grandma are still sorting out some details. Both of them are over seventy years old, but they are both in good health. They come to worship ancestors every year, mainly because they are afraid that the younger generations will not know how to do it.
Song Jiamu stood under a shady tree to rest, took off the straw hat on his head, and fanned himself like an old farmer.
The weather is indeed good this year. In the past, it usually rained during Qingming Festival, but this time the sunny weather is expected to last for more than a week.
The temperature is gradually getting warmer. This is the case in the south. Sunny days in spring often give the illusion that we have entered midsummer. Maybe a few days later there will be cold air and the temperature will drop again.
Finally, when the work was finished, Song Jiamu took the initiative to help carry the burden. He planned to be more sincere, so that his ancestors would be more powerful when helping him with things.
There were not too many things, just two small baskets. He had never carried anything before, and the weight of the shoulder pole was quite painful for him. It was hard to imagine how hard it was to carry a weight of 180 kilograms.
After returning home and taking a shower, Song Jiamu went to town with his cousins to watch the God-welcoming Games.
I took a lot of photos. It can be considered a custom. Many people in the city don't know about it and have never seen it.
If it's the New Year or something like that, all the people who go out to work will come back and the town will be more lively. On the contrary, the city will look deserted and you won't even see fireworks.
Song Jiamu did not post these photos on WeChat Moments, but sent them all to Yun Shuqian. She also seemed very interested and would ask him from time to time, "What is this?" and "What is this doing?"
For the two people who have been in a cold war for several years, this feeling is strange.
After dinner at one o'clock in the afternoon, Song Jiamu's family went back to the city. He became more and more proficient at driving, and there was no traffic jam when he went back. He arrived home at three o'clock.
Open the trunk and pick up all the things you brought back from the countryside.
There is also this one that he specially brought to Yun Shuqian. In it is a pack of small crucian carp that his grandfather cooked and fried so crispy that even the bones are crispy. There is also a box of green dumplings, which is a unique dessert during the Qingming Festival.
, made by his grandma herself, it is soft and glutinous, sweet but not greasy, and has a faint scent of mugwort.
After taking everything upstairs, Song Jiamu went out again.
The small electric donkey he bought two days ago was delivered to him and placed at an electric vehicle store. He needed to pick it up by himself.
The courier was packed very well and the car was solidly surrounded by wooden strips. He also borrowed tools from the boss and took a lot of effort to unpack it.
With its Maple Leaf Pink color, light motorcycle style, and integrated front and rear seats, Song Jiamu rode it for two laps and was very satisfied.
He took out his mobile phone and sent Yun Shuqian a WeChat message.
Song Zhutou: "Where are you?"
Yunzhu Po: "Library, I'm about to go home. Are you back?"
Song Zhutou: "Not yet, there's a traffic jam."
He put his mobile phone in his pocket and rode a small electric donkey to school.
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