Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 157 Do you want to eat my hand? (seeking subscription)

Because Yuan Caiyi said that he wanted to discuss the script, after class at noon, Song Jiamu went to eat with the two girls.

Zhang Sheng looked at him disappointedly with a 'feeling faded' expression, this guy!It's okay to go to dinner with the cute class leader, but now I go to dinner with two cute girls all at once, what do you make us single brothers think?
Damn it, it's because there are too many cash charges like this that lead to insufficient sister paper resources.

Song Jiamu really wanted to explain, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel!Although he went to dinner with two lovely girls, he was the one who was left out, okay?
Yun Shuqian seemed not to know him, holding hands with Yuan Caiyi and talking happily, they walked in front, Song Jiamu walked behind, occasionally he wanted to get close to eavesdrop what they were talking about, but when he got closer, The voice of the two of them chatting stopped abruptly, and at the same time they were glared fiercely by Yun Shuqian.

With no little hands to hold, Song Jiamu put his hands in his trouser pockets, carried his bag on one shoulder, and followed the two of them leisurely.

Occasionally, I will compare the figures of the two girls.

From the back, it is undoubtedly Yun Shuqian who is better. The two girls are about the same height, but Yun Shuqian's legs are very long, and her waist is very, very slender. Picking clothes is much more beautiful.

Of course, if you look at it from the side, you have to use a line of poems. If you look at it horizontally, it looks like a mountain and a peak. At this point, Yunchongchong is completely defeated.

Just after class, the cafeteria was full of people, and the three of them lined up to get food. Song Jiamu offered to help with three pairs of chopsticks, spoons and soup, and the two girls went to find a seat.

Found a seat at a table for four in the corner, Yun Shuqian and Yuan Caiyi sat on the same side, Song Jiamu came over with soup, and sat opposite Yun Shuqian without thinking.

The girl didn't speak, nor did she express any expression, but she was satisfied with Song Jiamu taking the initiative to sit opposite her.

If he sits foolishly across from Yuan Caiyi, then he will definitely be deducted points.

"Hey, your soup." Song Jiamu brought the soup to Yun Shuqian.

"Thank you." Yun Shuqian said politely.

"Yuan Caiyi, your soup." Song Jiamu brought the soup to Yuan Caiyi.

"Thank you~"

Yuan Caiyi smiled and said, "Song Jiamu, your T-shirt looks good."

"Really, it was given by a cute girl. She has good eyesight." Yun Shuqian didn't tell him, and Song Jiamu didn't dare to say that she gave it to him in front of Yuan Caiyi.

"Cute girl~" Yuan Caiyi turned to look at Yun Shuqian, and smiled ambiguously.

You pig!Caiyi knows that I gave it to you, but you still say that, you are making her a joke!
Yun Shuqian blushed slightly, and stepped on him with her foot hidden under the table.

Am I saying the wrong thing?
Song Jiamu carefully corrected: "Not only is she cute, but she is also my favorite girl."

"My favorite girl~" Yuan Caiyi looked at Yun Shuqian and smiled even more happily.

Yun Shuqian's pretty face was flushed, and the foot hidden under the table stepped on him angrily, and kept on stomping on him to stop him from talking nonsense.

Still not satisfied?
Song Jiamu thought hard, and said again: "Actually..."

"Actually, what, eat quickly, eat quickly!"

Yun Shuqian panicked, fearing that he would say something strange again, she quickly picked up a few vegetables from the plate and put them on his plate.

Come on, the girl's world is really complicated.

Song Jiamu buried himself in cooking.

Yun Shuqian's stretched legs did not take back, and Song Jiamu also secretly stretched his legs to her side, and the two of them crossed each other's legs under the table.

Yuan Caiyi was cooking, so she didn't notice this little trick under the table.

Perhaps it was the two words Song Jiamu just said that made Yun Shuqian very satisfied. She ate in a gentle manner on the surface, but her legs under the table seemed to be shaking slightly happily, bumping against his legs. touched.

Song Jiamu knew that she was happy with this behavior.

Then why did you step on him again just now?

In short, it is very complicated.

Song Jiamu ate quickly. After he finished eating, the two girls were still eating, so he got up and bought two bottles of orange juice for them, and he bought a bottle of Coke himself.

When they came back, the two girls had finished eating, Yun Shuqian cleared the dining table, and Yuan Caiyi took out some printed manuscripts.

""Paper Note""

Song Jiamu looked at the name of the script, and then at the content of the script.

Yun Shuqian had already told him last night that what Yuan Caiyi brought today was the complete script, and the two of them watched it carefully.

The story is also very simple. After all, it is just a 15-minute micro-movie about an introverted man who lacks motivation in life. He meets a girl in the library. Through the communication with notes, love is born. And changed the life status of the male protagonist and became a positive story.

It is in line with socialist values ​​and campus cultural values, but it is different from inspirational films. This is a story of life changed by love, and young people are obviously more interested.

"Not a single line?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.

"No."

"That's it." Song Jiamu was slightly disappointed.

"Song Jiamu, you just want to shout a line like '30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi', right?" Yun Shuqian was like a roundworm in his stomach.

She never called 'Song Zhutou' when other people were around, because Yun Shuqian felt that the title 'Song Zhutou' was a secret between her and him, and she didn't want others to hear it.

"You two have also read the script, and you are writing novels, please give me some advice!"

"The way novels and movies are expressed is still not the same."

Song Jiamu thought for a while and said, "For a micro-movie with a simple plot like this, I think the tension of the drama is very important. This is the point in the script. Whether the male protagonist can muster up the courage to date the female protagonist is also the core thing to show. "

Yun Shuqian also nodded and said: "Well, I think there can be another twist here. The hero has already written a date note, but he hesitated, and the heroine didn't come to the library the next day, so he was depressed. Frustrated, set the stage for the climax of the next act!"

"In this way, let's go through it from the beginning, from the display of the male protagonist's life, to the acquaintance between him and the girl, to the development of the two, to the turning point that Qianqian just mentioned, and finally to the climax and ending, let's make a pull table , and clear up the action content of every minute."

"it is good."

……

The content of the script is actually just that. With the brainstorming of the three people, the pull list was quickly sorted out, such as what character actions and scenes to show in the first 2 minutes, and what actions and scenes to show in the next 3 minutes, etc. .

After sorting out the 15-minute pull-up list, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian knew how to act, and Yuan Caiyi also had an idea on how to shoot.

"Then director, when are we going to start the game?" Yun Shuqian said with a grin. In the play, she will play a generous, humorous, active, and slightly funny heroine. She is quite looking forward to it.

"Today is Thursday, then turn it on on Saturday!"

Yuan Caiyi thought for a while and said, "I'll find my classmates these two days and see if any of them are interested in being a street performer."

"Okay, then the symposium on the microfilm of the Internet Literature Society is over, let's adjourn the meeting." Yun Shuqian said.

"Qianqian, do you want to sleep with me in the dormitory?"

"No, it's almost time for class."

"Then I'll go back for a while, bye~"

Yuan Caiyi went back to the dormitory to take a nap.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian also left the cafeteria.

"Then it seems that the first scene should have been filmed at your home." Yun Shuqian said.

"Yuan Caiyi also came to my house?"

"No, I'm already a photographer and an assistant director! I'll shoot the scenes at your house!"

Yun Shuqian was excited when she thought that she could manipulate Song Jiamu at will and shoot him with a camera.

"...Aren't you the heroine? Why did you become a photographer again?"

"Two camera positions. I am the heroine, assistant director, photographer, and makeup artist. It's very hard."

"..."

Looking at the excitement on her face, Song Jiamu didn't feel her hard work.

"Then I'm the only one with the lowest status in the whole crew? Is it just me who is called upon?"

"Hmm~"

"No, I want to be an assistant director too, I'll tell Yuan Caiyi."

"It's useless for you to tell Caiyi."

"What?"

"Because the web agency is the sponsor, the president is bigger than the director than the assistant director, so you understand."

"...We've both slept for four nights, and you should give me the whole assistant director."

"roll."

……

It was past one o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no one at the sink.

In response to the call for saving water posted above the sink, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian shared a faucet.

"Master President, I'll wash it for you, please play with me as much as you want."

"Shameless, you have to be seen!"

"There's no one."

He is always so good at picking the time, and he can always play tricks in different ways.

Yun Shuqian coyed for a moment, confirmed that no one was there, and let him wash his hands for help.

There is a first time for everything, and there are countless times. Since he washed her hands for her when washing dishes at his house yesterday, the nature of washing hands together is different.

The water gently washed the palms of the two of them, washing away the sticky sweat stains on the palms. Song Jiamu opened the girl's palms and helped her scrub her tender fingers one by one.

His palm was very hot, but the water flow was very cool, which brought a different experience to the girl in this early summer season.

As the entanglement of her hands became ambiguous, a blush gradually appeared on Yun Shuqian's pretty face, and she was thoughtful.

"Song Jiamu."

"Ok?"

"..."

Then I can't touch anything else!Also, who is perverted?

But her hands are really beautiful, white and tender, and so small, they feel a little plump, not even a trace of dirt can be found between the nails, and the ten pretty fingers are like delicious spring bamboo shoots .

He not only touched such a beautiful little hand, but also kissed it. Although he had never used it, he still couldn't put it down.

The campus at noon was quiet, and Yun Shuqian obediently stood beside him without speaking.

He slowly raised her little hand tentatively.

There were crystal drops of water on the back of her white and tender hands, like freshly washed fruit. It was obvious that her hands had no smell, but when Song Jiamu lowered his head and approached, he smelled white toffee. Fragrance.

"Can I eat it?"

"No eating."

Yun Shuqian said, "But I allow you to kiss secretly like last night."

"How secretly?"

"..."

The girl closed her eyes.

Well, Song Jiamu admitted, the moment Yun Shu blushed slightly, lowered his head and closed his eyes, his heart was about to be made cute by her.

Raising her white and tender right hand that was stained with water, Song Jiamu lowered his head and kissed her index finger, middle finger, ring finger, little tail finger, and the back of her hand three times.

"You have kissed so many times!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back..."

"Then, this one, you have to kiss that many times."

Yun Shuqian closed her eyes and raised her left hand.

What he said about clothes while eating made her very happy.

Isn't it just the hands, anyway these days they are going to be touched bald.

Yun Shuqian felt that Yuan Caiyi must have asked her boyfriend to do something like kissing him, so the girl felt that this was normal.

The soft, wet and cool lips feel crisp and itchy when kissed on the hand.

The mood of sparse clouds is as warm and bright as the sunshine in early summer.

How about allowing him to eat his hands next time?

Will it be perverted?

No, because Caiyi must have done the same.

Thinking of this, Yun Shuqian felt at ease.

(End of this chapter)