Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 121 The Altman that should be drawn still has to be drawn (Add more silver for Schrödinger's sky group!)

"Well, I'm pretty good."

Song Jiamu twirled the racket proudly. His fingers were slender and beautiful. Yun Shuqian, who was the hand controller, liked his hands the most. Even when he hated him so much before, he couldn't find any fault with his hands.

The racket is also very obedient in his hands, as if he is doing acrobatics, this guy will be handsome.

"It's just average."

Yun Shuqian went to pick up the ball, but she had to bend down to pick it up.

And when bending over, she will cover the collar of the collar in a ladylike manner to prevent the non-existent nakedness from being exposed.

After thinking about it, she learned how Song Jiamu used the racket to pick up the ball. Unfortunately, she could easily scoop up the vegetables in the pot with a spatula, but when she used the racket, she couldn't scoop up the badminton on the floor.

Seeing her clumsy appearance, Song Jiamu also found it funny.

"You need to be more flexible with your fingers. Use your wrist like this, with a bit of rotational strength, and pick it quickly and lightly... Hey, isn't this all right?"

Song Jiamu easily picked up the ball with his racket, and played with it smoothly with one hand.

"Slow down, I didn't see clearly!"

"...This action can't be slowed down, try again yourself."

Song Jiamu put the ball back on the floor, and Yun Shuqian looked like a little quail, with his left hand slightly stretched back, half-bent, with his butt pouted, and his right hand clumsily scratching the floor with the racket.

Fortunately, it wasn't a frosted concrete floor, otherwise she would have scraped off the paint no matter how many beats there were.

Although she couldn't pick up the ball, Yun Shuqian had a good time.

She actually likes this kind of life more and more. If Song Jiamu is not around, she probably just cooks noodles and eats casually. After eating, she has nothing to do. Lie in bed and go to sleep.

Song Jiamu has always been in her life, until now, she feels that he broke into her life again like when she was a child.

"I don't care, you have to teach me anyway, and I will beat you sooner or later."

"What if you can't win all the time?"

"Then keep fighting!"

She held the beat like a sword and frightened him fiercely.

The dumplings in the kitchen are steamed.

Yun Shuqian gave the beat to Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu put the beat away, and she went to the kitchen to serve dumplings.

Lifting the lid of the pot, it was steaming hot, Yun Shuqian took the tongs and took out the plate.

In this regard, she especially admires her parents, because they seem to be not afraid of being scalded, and they can take out the plate with bare hands.

"Wash your hands and eat. You can adjust the dipping sauce yourself."

Yun Shuqian took out the dumplings and put them on the coffee table. If there were not too many dishes, she would like to sit on the sofa with Song Jiamu and eat.

Just like making dipping sauces for hot pot, 1 people have 1 recipes, and everyone thinks their own recipe is the best.

Song Jiamu put a spoonful of minced garlic, a spoonful of chopped green onion, a spoonful of sugar, a spoonful of vinegar, a spoonful of soy sauce, a few grains of chili millet, and some sesame oil.

Yun Shuqian just put a spoonful of shrimp skin, a spoonful of sesame paste, a spoonful of crushed peanuts, a spoonful of sesame oil, and a lot of coriander.

The coriander is grown by herself, and she eats it very delicious.

"Want a drink?" Song Jiamu opened the refrigerator.

"I want orange juice!" Yun Shuqian turned on the TV and searched for the program she wanted to watch.

Song Jiamu poured two glasses of orange juice and sat down next to her. The sofa sank softly, so the girl beside him also softly moved closer to him.

"What do you want to see?"

"this."

Yun Shuqian turned on the Bilibili TV. There was a recent episode of "Unpredictable Abolian Classmate". She likes to watch this kind of sweet stuff.

"It's so pitiful, why do you need to open an extra membership to watch TV..."

"You can choose to cast the TV screen on the app, there is also a pop-up screen."

"Ah, can it still be like this?"

Yun Shuqian opened the Bili app on her mobile phone again. After using the screen mirroring, she was able to watch it as expected, and there were bullet screens. When she directly watched the ones on the TV that hadn’t popped up, she immediately felt that she had paid the IQ tax before.

"It's delicious, try this from me."

Song Jiamu took a dumpling and dipped it in his own seasoning, then put it in the Yun Shu shallow bowl.

There were still a few scallions on the fat and white dumpling, Yun Shu was taken aback for a moment, and then naturally put it in his mouth.

She has a small mouth, and Song Jiamu took a bite of a dumpling, so she had to bite into two bites.

"It's so hot!"

"It's still spicy."

"Taste mine."

She also made dumplings for Song Jiamu, with several slices of coriander on the dumplings.

Song Jiamu ate it in one bite.

In fact, both of them can eat green onions and coriander. As the relationship changed, even the taste began to gradually change.

Husband and wife are like eating each other's saliva all day long, and their eating habits are also close to the same. In the end, the couple becomes more and more similar.

"What are you talking about? Is the heroine so small?"

"Hmm~ Pure Love Fan."

"Father's love?"

The two watched the show while eating dumplings. When the male and female protagonists interacted and posted on the screen, Yun Shuqian would watch it super seriously, and then the movement of eating dumplings slowed down, and the corner of her mouth evoked a smile from her aunt.

Song Jiamu felt that watching her was more interesting than watching Fan.

If it weren't for the fear of being beaten by her, Song Jiamu would definitely take a picture of her expression and make an emoji.

Looking at the clinginess of the heroine in the episode, Song Jiamu remembered that when Yun Shuqian was a child, he was cuddly to him in class, after class, cuddly to him when eating, and hugging him like an octopus when sleeping.

Song Jiamu tapped her shoulder lightly.

"Hey, Yun Shuqian."

"Why, don't bother me."

"If you were in love, would you be so clingy?"

"Tch, how is it possible..."

……

After eating the dumplings, my stomach is full and satisfied.

After packing up, Song Jiamu picked up his schoolbag and went home.

Yun Shuqian helped him watch the wind, leaned over the cat's eye and looked at the opposite door, and then quickly opened the door to let him out.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and my parents were having dinner.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Qiqi turned to look at him.

"I am back."

Song Jiamu put down his schoolbag, supported the wall with one hand, and buckled his shoes with the other.

The little cat sitting on his usual dining chair also ran over brin bling, and a cat swooped and bumped into his crotch.

"Hiss... don't make trouble every year."

"Meow~"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat, the dumplings I ate tonight, what do you two eat?"

Song Jiamu walked over to look at Nian Nian with his arms in his arms.

Mom and Dad are holding a fork in their left hand and a knife in their right hand, and they are eating steak happily.

The whole thing looks like a western restaurant, with porcelain white dinner plates, and red wine at hand. The steak looks like it was carefully made by my father. Orchids, carrots and fried eggs, paired with red wine, this bourgeois life!
"I'm not at home, you just eat this?!"

"Yeah, if you're not here, the two of us can make something casually."

Song Jiamu felt tired and didn't like it, why is this way of opening it different from other people's homes?He thought that his parents would serve plain porridge with dried radishes, and he felt a little guilty about eating dumplings next door, but now that he saw it, he even served steak and red wine.

"Are you full? There's still some noodles in the kitchen."

"It's still healthy to eat dumplings. I'm taking a shower. I'll go to Yun Shuqian's house to code later. You two continue to live in a two-person world."

"Old husband and wife, I'm ashamed to hear your words."

Li Yuan thought for a while and said, "You guys don't have class on Friday afternoon, so ask Qianqian to come over for dinner tomorrow night."

"Do you also eat steak?" Song Jiamu asked with a smile.

"How can a family eat these? I'll go to the market tomorrow to buy a chicken and let your dad cook coconut chicken."

"Ok."

Song Jiamu sighed, and went back to his room to take a shower.

Li Yuan and Song Chi continued to enjoy their two-person world, and even raised their tall wine glasses for a clink.

It feels so good not to have to cook for the son, and the couple can eat whatever they want.

……

After taking a bath and changing clothes, and drying his wet hair, Song Jiamu took the laptop and hugged the dough-like kitten.

And the bunch of keys that Yun Shuqian gave him temporarily.

The key chain was the blue fat man he gave last time. He secretly went home after dinner at her house. If he came back at night, Yun Shuqian would give him the key, mainly because he was too lazy to come out and open the door.

"I took Niannian to Yun Shuqian's codeword."

"Have you got your keys?"

"Bring it."

Song Jiamu has been out since he was a child, no matter what he does, as long as he talks about being with Yun Shuqian, his parents won't say anything.

When he came to Yun Shuqian's house, he skillfully took out the key to open the door, and ran in first after Niannian, and then he came in and closed the door.

Yun Shuqian was not in the living room. The door of her room was closed. Song Jiamu turned the handle and locked it.

"Have you washed yet?"

"no!"

Song Jiamu was waiting for her in the living room, playing with Nian Nian with a badminton.

The little cat likes things with feathers very much. Song Jiamu threw the ball out, and then it jumped on the badminton. When it hit the badminton, it rolled on the floor, gnawed on the feathers with its small teeth, held the ball with its front paws, and kicked it with its back paws. ball.

After finally waiting for Yun Shuqian to take a shower, she opened the door and came out to dry towels. Song Jiamu was very fast, and immediately ran to her room with the cat and climbed onto her bed.

Yun Shuqian was very speechless at first, but now she is used to it, and by the way, she got rid of the habit of throwing her underwear on the quilt.

She was wearing pajamas and her hair was wet. She walked in and glared at Song Jiamu, then sat by the bed and picked up the hair dryer to dry her hair.

The door was not closed. When two people were together, it always felt weird to close the door.

"I washed my hair again today? Didn't I just wash it yesterday?"

"I sweated playing ball in the afternoon. If I don't wash it, it will stink to death tomorrow."

"I'll blow it for you."

Song Jiamu put down the computer and crawled behind her. Yun Shuqian sat on the edge of the bed, and he sat cross-legged behind her. Of course, it would be more comfortable if he could stretch his legs to her side, but he would be severely beaten. I had no choice but to sit cross-legged obediently.

"How embarrassing..."

The girl looked shy, but the hand holding the hair dryer had no strength at all, and he easily took the hair dryer away.

"Are you still embarrassed? When did you wash your hair recently and I didn't blow it for you?"

"I didn't ask you to help."

"It's because I want to practice my skills. After I get married, I will blow to my wife every day."

"Then your wife washes her hair every day, she must be bald soon."

"Boys also wash their hair every day."

"Different."

Song Jiamu didn't want to understand what's different, but it's really easy for boys to wash their hair, even if they don't blow their hair, it dries quickly.

He took the cloudy hair and put it aside, his five fingers were claw-like, he gently combed her scalp, and gave her a light massage.

Whenever this time, Yun Shuqian would close her eyes comfortably.

She put her legs together in a ladylike way, and put her hands on her thighs obediently, her tender fingers were slightly tense.

Starting from the root of the hair, Song Jiamu helped her dry her hair bit by bit. During this period, neither of them spoke, each quietly experiencing a throbbing mood.

Her hair was relatively long, and it took about 15 minutes to dry it. Song Jiamu's arms were a little sore, and Yun Shuqian felt that the time passed so quickly.

Song Jiamu put away the hair dryer. She used several thousand yuan for a hair dryer. Song Jiamu has always thought it was an IQ tax, but after using it, the experience is completely different, especially when girls use it. The larger the hair volume, the more you can feel the gap between the products.

"Let's spell!"

"I'm thinking about what to draw on you this time."

Yun Shuqian also climbed onto the bed with the notebook in her arms, she sat on the head of the bed, and Song Jiamu sat at the end of the bed.

"Master President, don't be too arrogant."

"Hmph, I've decided to draw a pink SpongeBob SquarePants on your shoulders!"

……

The time was eight o'clock in the evening, until 10:30 in the evening, both hands left the keyboard.

They each turned their computer screens to each other, Yun Shuqian wrote [-] words, Song Jiamu wrote [-] words.

"Did you write indiscriminately?" Yun Shuqian was stunned, and suddenly panicked.

"I would like to admit defeat. I wrote this plot fluently, so naturally it will be fast. I don't need to modify the [-] words at all." Song Jiamu looked smug.

"..."

Yun Shuqian closed the computer, lay down on the bed, and covered herself with a small quilt.

"I am going to sleep, bye."

"Don't try to play tricks, get up for me..."

"Oh, don't move, I'm going to shout!"

"You shout."

Song Jiamu rushed over and pulled her quilt, Yun Shuqian hugged the quilt tightly, but still not as strong as him, he pulled her up together with the quilt

"Only on the shoulder."

"can."

"You can't draw weird things."

"can."

"..."

Yun Shuqian blushed slightly, gave him a fierce look, sat cross-legged on the bed, rolled up her sleeves, revealing her tender shoulders.

The girl's skin is as white as the best rice paper, with a delicate and moist texture that makes it hard to bear to leave ink on it.

Song Jiamu didn't have such worries.

He smiled bitterly, took one of her oil-based pens, sat cross-legged next to her, propped his knees with one hand, and pinched his chin with the other hand, boldly admiring the girl's fragrant shoulders, thinking about what to do start writing.

"Okay, are you ready?"

"I'm thinking about how to draw Ultraman, wait a minute, I'll find a tutorial."

Yun Shuqian was desperate, did he really want to draw Ultraman on the cute and soft girl? !
The slightly cool tip of the pen lightly touched the young girl's tender skin, like a piece of tofu, even with the lightest force, it left a mark.

He lightly supported her shoulder with his left hand, and began to paint with his right hand. First, he drew the horns on the top of Ultraman's head, then the outline of the head, and the two egg-like eyes, and finally the body of Ultraman. level, I can only draw the Q version.

Finally, use a red oil-based pen to simply color it. Next to the Q version of Altman, he also drew a heart, which is also painted in red.

After drawing for half an hour, he finally finished the painting. He gently rubbed the back of his fingers against the girl's skin, and then dried the handwriting. Only then did he realize that Yun Shuqian had been staring at him, and his little face was red.

"Don't wash it off, you know?"

"Hmph, I'll wash it off later!"

The girl quickly rolled up her sleeves and drove him home.

(End of this chapter)