Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 120 Always Walking by the River (Subscribe)
Song Jiamu took a shower very quickly, and Yun Shuqian just picked a handful of shallots and coriander from the balcony, and he was already out of the shower.

It took less than 5 minutes before and after, and such a fast speed made Yun Shuqian believe that he did not do anything strange in the bathroom.

I heard that boys do strange things most often in three places, either in the bathroom, in front of the computer, or on the bed.

Of course, I often read the news, there will be perverts in the subway.

Thanks to the advanced Internet in modern society, my parents are often worried that she will be taken advantage of by others. Yun Shuqian is embarrassed to say that she actually knows a lot more than them!You won't be easily taken advantage of by others!

Song Jiamu poured some laundry detergent, put the jersey and shorts in the bucket, scrubbed them a few times, rinsed them twice, and took them to the balcony to dry.

The jersey itself is relatively big, and when it hangs with Yun Shuqian's clothes, it looks like her clothes are so small.

Yun Shuqian cut the meat into pieces in the kitchen, then chopped it with a knife...

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Song Jiamu approached enthusiastically.

"Do you know?"

"There's nothing wrong with chopping stuffing."

"Then come."

Yun Shuqian gave him the knife, and it was quite tiring for a girl to chop stuffing.

"It's like this, right?"

"Well, be gentle, otherwise the stuffing will be full of sawdust. Turn over the stuffing with a horizontal knife after chopping and continue chopping."

"Is that so?"

"...That's right."

Yun Shuqian stood beside him, she liked how tall he was, he simply washed off the sweat on his body, and didn't use shower gel, his body smelled like his.

She reached out her little hand and rolled up the short sleeve of his left arm to see that the Hello Kitty was still there.

Yun Shuqian was very satisfied.

He didn't roll back his short sleeves, and let this Hello Kitty hang out. His arms were very strong, a full circle larger than her petite shoulders.

Seeing that he was about to finish chopping the stuffing, Yun Shuqian prepared another bowl of sauce. After he chopped the meat, he asked him to dice mushrooms and shrimp, and finally used the sauce with the meat stuffing Give it a stir.

Song Jiamu washed his hands and didn't go out. He liked to stand behind Yun Shuqian, where he could smell the fragrance of her hair.

The girl's hair is very beautiful. Whenever she cooks, she will tie her hair up with a rubber band. The back of her slender and white neck is like a swan's neck.

"Is it time to start making dumplings?"

"Do you know?"

"It's not easy, you teach me."

Yun Shuqian held the dumpling wrapper in her left hand and picked up a ball of stuffing with chopsticks in her right, and wrapped a beautiful dumpling with a round belly in the blink of an eye.

"..."

"Have you learned?"

"You slow down."

"Stupid~"

Song Jiamu also took a dumpling wrapper and stood on her left, imitating her to wrap it step by step, but the wrapping was ugly.

"Obviously the same as you, why did I make such a bird..."

"It's not folded like this, you are so stupid."

Yun Shuqian couldn't stand it any longer, so she leaned over, grabbed his fingers with her small hands, and taught him bit by bit.

"First pinch the middle skin tightly, then use your left hand to pinch the upper skin of the right half into a small wave, then continue to make two small waves, and pinch the edge of the left half in the same way, so pinch it once... ...isn't it beautiful?"

She leaned sideways and got very close, and the air she breathed was also warm, with a sweet and fragrant smell.

"You can't learn that you are a pig."

Yun Shuqian made the ending of "pig" very long, and said: "When you don't get a wife in the future, just eat instant noodles every day."

"Hey, I've got it all done."

Song Jiamu followed the steps she taught and made a new dumpling. Although it was a bit slow, at least it was very beautiful.

Although the kitchen table is very spacious, the two are very close to each other. Song Jiamu stands on the left, Yun Shuqian stands on the right, and the arms between the two will rub against each other inadvertently.

Now that the weather is starting to get hot, both of them are wearing short-sleeved sleeves, and when their arms are in close contact, there will always be ripples in their respective hearts.

But never mentioned those ambiguous thoughts, in short, it was a comfortable and happy thing.

"Tomorrow is Friday." Song Jiamu said.

"So." Yun Shuqian replied. She put the wrapped dumplings on the plate one by one, like a lotus flower. Put the one in order.

"According to the usual practice, tomorrow noon should be the time to come to recommend the website short, do you think we will have recommendation news tomorrow?"

According to the habit here, the recommended news for the next week will come at two o'clock on Friday, and the list will change on Sunday. It's time for fear.

Now the competition is fierce, even if you are testing the waters, you need to follow up to rank, and the same is true for advancing to the next round of recommendations. If you don’t follow up enough, then the recommendation will be cut off, and streaking to the shelves is almost a life-threatening.

What Song Jiamu admires the most is not the person whose first order exceeds [-], but those who have more than [-] orders and can write more than [-] orders later. That is not just a test of the quality of the work, but more of a state of mind.

"I don't know. If you are an old author with better grades, you should have tested the water in the first week."

Yun Shuqian said.She is the same, she writes the same book, she can't wait to eat all the recommendations, but it's a pity that the two of them only got a thousand orders for the last book, so naturally they won't get this kind of preferential treatment, unless Xiang Toon likes their new book , I feel that there is a trick, it may tilt some resources slightly.

But since he asked Xiangton to draw the lottery on Monday, Xiangton didn't talk to them about the book, everything was uneventful, and it was almost Friday, so it was inevitable that he was thinking about it.

"Hmph, if the toon doesn't recommend it to us, I'll eat scrambled eggs with toon every day, and then flick her in the QQ window, and call her on QQ in the middle of the night!" Yun Shuqian took the dumpling in her hand as a toon, and squeezed it hard a few times .

"If you open the QQ window to edit, you will be blocked." Song Jiamu laughed.

Yun Shuqian was just thinking about it. As a newcomer, she was still timid when facing the editor.

"Toon is a female editor?"

"It should be. I heard that she likes books with well-written emotional lines." Yun Shuqian said.

She also thought of the new books of the two, including Song Jiamu's Blood Race. The relationship line was well written, and the feedback in the book review area was also very good recently. The data of the streaking in the past few days is getting better every day, so she is more confident.

"I think we will recommend it at noon tomorrow, I feel."

"We both post in the city, the most competitive channel, you have such high expectations, be careful not to be disappointed."

"It's not that I haven't rushed, what are you afraid of?"

"It is."

Accompanied by Song Jiamu to write a book together, Yun Shuqian felt that writing was not a lonely thing. The two of them pitifully waited for recommendations and spelled together. Even if they ended up on the street, they seemed to be quite happy.

Money and mood have to be harvested the same in order to have the motivation to continue.

"How much do you collect now?"

"What about you?"

"I'm over 600." Song Jiamu said, it's the fourth day of publishing the book, except for the first day, the average daily increase is [-], which is also his best achievement in streaking, so he is very confident in recommending this week.

"Oh, you've only grown twice? I've grown fifty times~"

Yun Shuqian had a smug face, a smile hung on the corner of her mouth, and her little head was shaking cutely.

Song Jiamu was taken aback, increased by fifty times? !

He hastened to do the math. When he published the book on the first day, he had a regular fan bonus, three hundred collections, and Yun Shuqian's new vest collection only had seven.

"That's only over 300!" Song Jiamu was speechless.

"In short, judging by the multiples, you have lost." Yun Shuqian disagreed with his calculation.

Song Jiamu didn't compete with her, so it seems that the streaking performance of the two of them has increased by the same amount, but he is an old vest, in comparison, Yun Shuqian did win a little bit in terms of statistics.

But the themes of the two books are not the same. She is a pure love and daily article. Compared with his slower-growing mainstream, she has an advantage in the early data.

Someone was chatting with me, and the dumplings were finished without knowing it.

There are five whole plates of dumplings. Apart from being able to eat for dinner, there is no need to buy them for tomorrow's breakfast.

Yun Shu took off the plastic wrap and put some of the dumplings in the refrigerator.

"Then you don't need to buy breakfast tomorrow."

"What about me? What about me? What do I eat?"

"..."

Yun Shuqian ignored him.

Song Jiamu didn't continue to ask. He calculated that she would never be able to finish the dumplings she put in the refrigerator for breakfast alone, which meant that there must be a portion for him too.

Putting the pot to boil water, Yun Shuqian steamed the dumplings for tonight in the pot.

While steaming the dumplings, she came to the living room and was about to put away the badminton racket when she remembered something.

Picking up the racket and another badminton, she said to Song Jiamu, "Can you teach me to serve backhand?"

"Have you learned how to serve the forehand?"

"I made Caiyi cry."

"Really, next time you two play, I'll go and see."

"...What's so interesting about two girls playing basketball? You'd better not look at it."

There is no harm without comparison, Yun Shuqian felt that Song Jiamu could not let Caiyi play, otherwise he would find that she was so flat.

The living room in Yun Shuqian's house is very spacious, more than enough to practice a serve.

The two often played badminton at home when they were young, and they didn't dare to play at home until the light bulb was broken.

As for breaking the light bulb, it was not because of the badminton, but because the racket dropped and broke the light bulb.

It was Yun Shuqian who smashed it.

The beating was done by Song Jiamu because it was his house's lamp.

"You stand here."

Song Jiamu found a position, and Yun Shuqian stood obediently, holding the ball in his left hand and the racket in his right.

"and then?"

"First learn the standing position, right foot in front, toes forward, left foot behind, toes out, center of gravity on the right foot, heel lifted..."

He squatted on the ground, holding Yun Shuqian's calf, helping her adjust her posture.

She was wearing slippers, and occasionally he would touch her cute feet, and the girl's heart beat a little faster.

It doesn't matter, because he taught like this on the court last time.

"Okay, are you ready?"

"Well, then there is your grip posture. You need to hold the racket with your backhand. Put your thumb against it like this, and use your fingers to exert force. Relax a little, don't hold it too tightly..."

When he got up, he grabbed her little hand with warm and generous palms and touched... Bah, he was teaching her how to pose!Yun Shuqian, you can't imagine strange things!
It doesn't matter, because he taught like this on the court last time.

"And then, and then..."

"It's your arm. It needs to be stretched forward, and the racket can't go over the waist. In this way...the shoulders should also be relaxed, don't be tight, uh, relax a little more..."

Yun Shuqian's face was already a little red.

The last time he taught the forehand serve was okay, but this time he stood behind her in a backhand serve, in a posture of wrapping around her, holding her arms and shoulders from behind to make adjustments, and said that the shoulders should not be tight, where is she? Relax!

Her heartbeat was so fast, she felt wrapped in his breath, her body became weak, and she even wanted to fall back into his arms.

She loves badminton and the learning process is really fun.

Learning to play in a quiet home, compared to playing on the court, the atmosphere is more exciting for girls.

She inexplicably enjoys such a frequency of [-] heartbeats per minute.

"Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"I suggest that you'd better not teach other girls how to play ball, or you will be sent to the bureau."

Yun Shuqian quickly added: "If it weren't for the fact that we are innocent friends, I couldn't help but want to hit you on the head with a racket."

"The conscience of heaven and earth, I have absolutely no strange ideas."

"Then try serving a ball and let me see."

Yun Shuqian withdrew her stalemate, finally heaving a sigh of relief, and gave him the racket and the ball.

Pointing to the gate over there, he said, "Can you accurately send the ball to the gate?"

"It's not easy, I can easily send you backcourt with a backhand."

Song Jiamu demonstrated the essentials of the backhand serve, and then exerted force on his wrist, and the badminton flew out with a whistling sound.

Even with the backhand, the strength was not small at all, and it hit the door precisely, making a crisp 'da'.

……

Outside the door, Li Yuan and Song Chi were shopping for groceries and going home, ready to get the keys to open the door.

He was attracted by the sound of 'da' coming from the door next door.

In the small group of three people who love each other, there is also a message from Song Jiamu an hour ago.

Son: "Mom and Dad, Yun Shuqian and I have dinner at school, and we will go back at seven in the evening." '

The eyes of the old parents and mothers met, as if they were thinking, seeming to realize something...

Why don't you find some time and bring the girl next door into the group, too?
(End of this chapter)