Yun Shuqian went to the bathroom and washed his face.
There is a separate bathroom in Song Jiamu's room, which he usually uses. It is much smaller than the bathroom outside, and is similar to the one in her room, with dry and wet separation.
His toothbrush and cup were placed on the sink, and towels were hung here. The sewer outlet was not blocked by messy hair, so it was still very clean overall.
After washing my face, I patted it dry with two paper towels, and my red face gradually became normal.
This guy is really not ashamed at all. How could he throw a girl on the bed like this?
Well, judging from the posture, she threw him down, but if he didn't mess with her, a reserved girl wouldn't do this!
Coming out of the bathroom, Yun Shuqian calmly unlocked the door that had just been locked, but did not open the door to go out. Sure enough, she was careful, otherwise if the aunt came to order for dinner later and found that the door was locked, she might have misunderstood that they were together.
What's going on inside?
Song Jiamu was writing a report on the activity, and Yun Shuqian was sitting by the bed and reading.
"I seem to have some inspiration." Song Jiamu said.
"I also have some inspiration." Yun Shuqian said.
In order to avoid coincidence in the next sentence, Yun Shuqian said first: "I plan to write some new magical elements."
"Don't steal my lines."
Okay, there's a connection again.
"It seems that our club's first gathering activity was quite effective."
"It gave me some inspiration." Song Jiamu nodded in agreement.
The online literary club went to a haunted house for their first collection. There were all kinds of magical elements in it, but the inspiration they got was somewhat different.
"Then what do you plan to write? Or a fantasy fairy? A ghost catcher?" Yun Shuqian asked curiously.
"Instead of writing about fantasy and fairy tales, I plan to write about cities and light novels."
"Urban ghost catcher?"
"...Can you not mention catching ghosts? Your illness is not cured yet?"
Song Jiamu was amused by her and asked: "Then what magical elements do you plan to write about, catching ghosts? Catching monsters?"
"No."
Yun Shuqian said: "I want to write about a group of ghosts and monsters that are not scary, and then fall in love or something."
“Can we fall in love even if we are of different races?”
"As long as there is love, it's okay."
"Can I have children?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.
"...Can you stop thinking about this all the time?" Yun Shuqian raised her foot and kicked his chair.
Although the two of them have already had some inspiration, it will take some time to form a complete story. They need to determine the selling points and other things, and then simply come up with an outline and character design. It is still very early for the book to be started, and it should be in the new stage at the moment.
Folder stage.
Song Jiamu rolled the chair back to the bed and said seriously: "I searched on Baidu last night. If you have a disease like yours..."
"I'm not sick!"
"...It's just that you are scared. It should be the sequelae of being frightened in a haunted house. Because you are with me, you are not scared anymore when you watch me on video at night, right?"
"..."
Yun Shuqian blinked, she was actually not afraid anymore...
Although she was timid, during the entire process of breaking into the haunted house, she opened her eyes less than one-tenth of the way, and she was in his arms almost the entire time...
It has nothing to do with the sequelae of trauma in a haunted house. The reason why video chatting with him makes you sleep more peacefully is that it could be another sequelae?
A sequelae called 'obsession with Song Jiamu's arms'?!
As soon as the lights are turned off, in the darkness, she will unconsciously miss his shoulders, his chest, his breathing, his heartbeat, his smell... How can she express such a thing!
"Yes, I am quite scared." The reserved girl said.
Seeing her being so coquettish and unwilling to admit it, Song Jiamu was even more sure that she was suffering from the sequelae of being frightened by a haunted house.
"Don't worry, those are all fake."
"Are they all fake..."
"Yes, and it's not hopeless. If holding me can make you feel more at ease..."
"...Who wants to hug you!"
"No, what I mean is to find you a sustenance object."
Song Jiamu took out one of his sweaters and handed it to Yun Shuqian generously: "Whenever you feel scared, hug my clothes and imagine that you are hugging me, so that you are not scared anymore. Original flavor
Yes, take it, you don’t have to give it back.”
"...??"
Although this guy is 'treating' her, can he not do it in such a shameful way?
Yun Shuqian was very moved, then rejected him and threw his sweater back on the bed: "Go away, I'm not a pervert, who wants your original clothes?"
"Aren't you afraid? Baidu said this is quite effective."
"I, when I'm scared, can't I give you a video like I did in the past two days?"
"Okay, then I don't care about you."
Song Jiamu put away the sweater.
Yun Shuqian looked at the original sweater being taken back, and suddenly felt a little regretful. If she had held this sweater while video chatting with him, wouldn't it be more...
Bah, pervert, Yun Shuqian, why are you so perverted?
The door was lightly knocked twice but did not open. Li Yuan's voice came from outside: "Qianqian is eating."
"oh!"
Yun Shuqian responded immediately. In order to prevent misunderstanding, she immediately stood up, opened the door, and went out with Li Yuan.
When I was a child, I was not afraid even if I locked the door with Song Jiamu and stayed in the room all day long, even if I laughed and screamed loudly, but that was no longer the case now, even the fight just now had to be done with a suppressed voice.
Night has fallen, bright lights are on in the house, dark purple night is outside the balcony, and the lights of the city are also on.
After washing her hands, Yun Shuqian came to the dining table. Looking at the dishes on the table, she suddenly felt happy.
It has indeed been many years since she has eaten alone at Song Jiamu's house. Originally, she had planned to eat the leftovers for lunch alone at home tonight, but now she is at Song Jiamu's house, eating at such a big table in a lively manner.
dishes.
The appearance of Song Jiamu disrupted her plan, but Yun Shuqian felt that she could give today a perfect score.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Qianqian, don't stand around. Sit wherever you want. Just treat it as your own home. This is not the first time you come to eat at home. Auntie won't greet you."
"No, no, thank you uncle and aunt, it's already so rich."
Yun Shuqian found a seat nearby and sat down. Song Jiamu sat next to her, with the girl's legs reserved in front of the chair.
"Come Qianqian, drink half a bowl of soup before meals to moisten it. This loofah is picked at home, it's very sweet."
"Yeah, thank you, auntie."
Yun Shuqian stood up and took the soup. After Uncle Song started to move his chopsticks, she moved her chopsticks gracefully and gently.
Originally, if Yun Shuqian didn't come to eat, the family of three wouldn't have to prepare so many dishes. They were all big dishes brought back from home, and none of them were served before. There were chicken, duck and braised pig's trotters. I knew she liked to eat coriander since she was a child.
, Song Chi specially made her an extra serving of cold beef, and the lean loofah soup without adding green onions.
Of course, there is no shortage of the plate of small crucian carp that Song Jiamu has been showing off.
"Now, try it. It's really fragrant. It's a small native crucian carp that I caught."
Can you please stop stressing that you caught the fish? I know you don’t have any air force anymore!
Song Jiamu put a small crucian carp in her bowl and looked at her expectantly.
Yun Shuqian was helpless by him, so he had no choice but to take a bite.
As expected, it is very crispy and fragrant. The small crucian carp has a lot of bones, but now even the bones are crispy and it tastes particularly fragrant.
"How about it, I didn't lie to you."
"Well, grandpa's craftsmanship is indeed very good." He didn't mention anything about what he caught.
Song Jiamu didn't mind either, he kept adding vegetables to her bowl and even gave her a big chicken drumstick.
Yun Shuqian glanced at him resentfully, maybe a little touched, but more importantly, she wanted to stuff all the dishes piled high in the bowl into his mouth. How could I finish eating so many dishes!
!
With her uncle and aunt in front of her, she had no choice but to stop eating, so she had to eat hard, and eat harder, until her cheeks were bulging.
She originally thought that it would be uncomfortable to eat at the Song family again after so many years, but the result was different from what she imagined. Rich and fragrant meals, warm lights, kind elders, and even Song Jiamu who brought her food for the first time.
Everything is completely different from eating the leftovers for lunch alone at home.
But it's different from when I was a kid, even though I still eat chicken legs.
For a moment, Yun Shuqian had a trance-like feeling, as if time had gone back many years. She was still in this home, still in this position. Song Jiamu was still sitting next to her, and her uncle and aunt were still sitting opposite her, but once
When I came back to my senses, the decoration had changed. My uncle and aunt looked older. Her feet could easily reach the ground. Even Song Jiamu, who was sitting next to her, looked like an adult.
Yes, I have known him for fifteen years. The threads between the two of them crossed fifteen years ago, and then became intertwined, and then separated into two ends, closer or far, and now they are working hard to get closer again.
I haven't felt so full for a long time. Although I only ate a bowl of rice and a bowl of soup, Yun Shuqian ate a lot of food and felt that her belly was bulging.
In order to show that he was not a man who did not do housework, Song Jiamu took the initiative to take on the job of washing dishes.
Yun Shuqian was too embarrassed to run away after eating, so she hid in the kitchen with him on the pretext of helping him wash the dishes.
Rather than staying with the elders, I feel more comfortable staying with this annoying guy like Song Jiamu.
"are you full?"
"...You have the nerve to say that! With so many vegetables, you want to suffocate me to death."
The girl's wet hand flicked in his direction, and the water droplets shot onto Song Jiamu's face, and Song Jiamu shot back onto her face, causing the two enemies to make noises.
Song Chi and Li Yuan were watching from the living room.
"Hey Lao Song, what do you think of them?"
"...You have to ask your son if he has that ability."
"I think they have a good atmosphere recently."
"It's not a bit interesting."
"When you say that, it seems like it is."
The couple sighed, they were all old people, and despite the fuss these two guys were having, the more they dared to be presumptuous in front of their elders, the more innocent they would be.
When they start sneaking around, it will make sense.
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(Thank you Yanyuan classmate for being the leader! The boss is handsome! The boss has made a fortune! The boss has girls to warm his bed every day!)