Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 167 Song Zhutou can eat a lot of coriander (subscribe)

In the morning, the bus stopped slowly at the school stop, and a sparrow flew up from the branch, shaking off a leaf, like a small butterfly, whirled down gently, and landed on the On the girl's floral skirt, it turned into a bigger butterfly.

"Good...so hot!"

Yun Shuqian's pretty face was flushed, because her face was tender, and when the blood rushed to her face, her face turned red.

"Is the air conditioner on the bus broken? Why is it so hot?"

"..."

Song Jiamu didn't dare to complain, and he also felt quite hot. After all, in this summer, the two of them were still hugging on the bus. It's strange that the journey wasn't hot.

It would be great if it is winter, no matter if you take an electric car or a bus, no matter how tightly you hug, you won’t feel hot.

Song Jiamu tugged at the collar of his shirt, it was ten o'clock in the morning, the sky was blue and cloudless, and the sunlight dappled his feet through the shade of trees.

Yun Shuqian's forehead was a little sweaty, and her neck was also slightly sweaty. She watched Song Jiamu's movement of pulling the collar of the shirt, and she wanted to learn it too, but it was too unladylike!

A girl, in order to dissipate heat, pulled her neckline back and forth. If there was someone on the street tree, wouldn't everyone be seen?
Yun Shuqian took out a tissue from the bag.

Song Jiamu reacted quickly. He was obviously looking ahead, but the moment the girl next to him took out a tissue, he leaned over and lowered his head: "It's your turn, wipe it for me."

"I do not."

"Wipe it for me, you wipe it once for me, and I'll wipe it for you ten times."

"...You said it!"

"I said."

Yun Shuqian felt that the deal was a good deal, so she raised her little hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with a tissue.

While wiping his sweat, he complained: "It stinks!"

Song Jiamu didn't think he stinks at all. Who on the bus just buried his head in his chest?
"Is it the stinky tofu effect? ​​The more stinky I am, the more you like it?" Song Jiamu suddenly realized.

"Show some face."

Yun Shuqian took the opportunity to pinch his face, the boy's face felt like a pinch, but fortunately, Song Jiamu's face was not greasy, and after pinching, his fingers didn't feel greasy either.

A boy's clean and refreshing face will add a lot of points to his appearance. As long as he is clean and refreshing, and his facial features are correct, then for a girl, there is not much to be picky about in terms of face.

As diligent and frugal housekeepers, the two of them don't sweat a lot, and a tissue is enough to wipe each side. Yun Shuqian didn't bring out a new tissue, but took the one he had just wiped his face with. Turning the tissue over, she wiped it on her forehead and neck.

After wiping her face, Yun Shuqian opened the tissue again, turned to the dry part in the middle, and wiped off the sweat in her palm. She was sure that the sweat in her palm was not only her own, but also part of Song Jiamu.

After wiping the sweat off his left hand, Yun Shuqian grabbed Song Jiamu's right hand next to him, opened his palm, and wiped the sweat off his palm as well.

Song Jiamu was stunned by the utilization rate of such a paper towel. He probably only folded and used it many times when there was only one paper towel left in his shit.

Still a little curious about why she would wipe the sweat from her palms, Yun Shuqian put the tissue in her right hand and clutched it, and her dry left hand actively burrowed into his right hand, interlocking his fingers, like elementary school students holding hands, lightly Shake it, shake it.

Her hand was small and soft, even in the hot weather, it was still comfortable to hold, Song Jiamu took advantage of the situation and gently held her hand.

Holding hands while walking outside like this has become extraordinarily natural, especially recently, Yun Shuqian has offered to hold hands more times than Song Jiamu.

She especially likes to be held by him, whether it is interlocking fingers, or just gently holding three to four fingers, in short, when they are connected to each other, she feels a sense of happiness and satisfaction constantly emerging in her heart, feeling that she is became his little baby.

When passing by the small shop, Song Jiamu led her to buy a bottle of ice water.

Not thirsty for the time being, and this ice water was not bought for drinking right now, Song Jiamu stuck the cold bottle on his face and neck, shivering comfortably.

"Do you want to try it? It's very cool!"

"No, make it wet..."

"Let me wipe it for you in a while, come and try."

"Ah...! I hate it!"

Song Jiamu pressed the cold bottle body on her neck, Yun Shuqian shrunk his neck, and then he pressed it on the other side of her neck, the girl giggled, the ice-cold still Itchy, she patted him angrily.

But it was really cool, she snatched the ice water from Song Jiamu's hand, held herself with one hand and put stickers on her face, forehead, and also on the hand they were holding , then stood on tiptoe and giggled, took ice water to freeze Song Jiamu's neck, and lifted the hem of his T-shirt, and let the ice water cool down his back.

Song Jiamu hissed and said, "It's hot to death!" ''It's hot! ’, she smiled happily, with a little pride of being able to play tricks, her eyebrows and eyes were curved.

This reminded her of the game of nourishing water that she played together when she was a child. The two of them drilled a hole in the cap of the mineral water bottle, and then played with nourishing water at home, which wet the sofa, and then Song Jiamu was beaten, because It's his sofa.

Yun Shuqian likes the time spent with Song Jiamu so much, even if she is bored walking on the road, she can be so happy.

The main scenes of "Notes" were shot in the library. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian came to the library and found a place on the second floor that was more suitable for shooting.

This weekend, it's not yet the exam month, there are not many people studying in the library, and there are no lines to say in the film, so it will be quiet and won't disturb others.

"Look, I said that Caiyi won't arrive so early, I'll ask her again."

Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu sat facing each other on the self-study table, with their legs crossed naturally under the table, in the posture of Song Yun and Song Yun.

Song Jiamu is wearing casual work shorts today, and Yun Shuqian is wearing a floral dress with a skirt that reaches above the knees. The skin of their legs can be rubbed together intimately, which is different from the feeling of holding hands. Legs When they are closer to the lower body and gently rub against each other, it will bring more charming and ambiguous feelings.

The girl's legs were slender and soft, and Song Jiamu rubbed them intently.

After rubbing for a while, he stopped rubbing, his Adam's apple rolled, and he secretly adjusted his sitting posture.

Song Jiamu likes her so much, likes everything about her, so much that he wants to have all the exciting things with her.

【Caiyi, where have you been?Are you still awake? I have been waiting for you for half an hour! 】

[I was just charging the SLR, and I arrived, 3 minutes! 】

The actor is late and the director is furious, but what should the director do if he is late?

Yun Shuqian took out a post-it note from her small bag, the goose yellow one, which will also be the main prop when shooting later.

She picked up the pen, and while writing, she gently rubbed Song Jiamu with her leg.

The girl's handwriting is very delicate. When she holds the pen, she pinches her fingers very near the front of the pen barrel, and the characters she writes are as small and cute as hers.

She wrote down the heroine's first 'line'

【Hello^_^】

Then he folded the note in half and threw it in front of Song Jiamu. Song Jiamu didn't speak, he knew she had started to practice.

He opened the note and wrote a sentence.

Song Jiamu's handwriting is much more scribbled than Yun Shuqian's. The font is the same as his, looks thin and tall, and his writing is stronger than hers. The strength of the pen will leave traces on the back of the paper.

After finishing writing, he folded the note along the crease of the note just now, and threw it back in front of her.

Yun Shuqian knew what lines he was going to write, because the hero also replied [Hello]

But when she opened the note, she was stunned for a moment, her expression didn't seem to change much, but if you observe carefully, you will find that the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her big eyes read the contents of the note word by word. I read it several times, because the note did not say [Hello], but unexpectedly wrote:

[Song Zhutou really likes Yun Zhupo, super super like it]

Obviously happy and sweet because of his words, but the girl still pretended to be 'you are making trouble again', she pursed her small mouth, wrinkled her delicate nose, and also got down to write One line, throw the note back to him.

Song Jiamu couldn't wait to open the note she threw back again, seeing that line of cute words, he couldn't help being amused by her.

[Song Zhutou is a nasty ghost, a stinky pig, super super stinky! 】

[That Song Zhutou can eat a lot of coriander, so he is very fragrant]

Song Jiamu folded the note and threw it back to her.

Yuan Caiyi's figure appeared in sight, and Yun Shuqian stopped playing the game of passing notes with this childish ghost. She put the note, which both of them wrote their own voices, into her bag. , placed in the most private mezzanine.

"Oh my God, are you two superhuman or did you sleep together last night? So it's fully charged?"

Yuan Caiyi looked terribly sleepy, "I didn't sleep until one o'clock, why can't I wake up."

"You, how do you know that we last night..."

Yun Shuqian was stunned, did Caiyi really install a camera on her body?How could she even know that she slept with Song Jiamu last night?
She almost blurted out, then slammed the car on the brakes, and changed her words: "How do you know that we didn't sleep until one... one o'clock last night?!"

Song Jiamu was drinking water and almost choked.

"Didn't you send me the video you took in the middle of the night to watch?"

"Yes, yes..."

Seeing Yun Shuqian flustered, and Song Jiamu who was drinking water, Yuan Caiyi was thoughtful and seemed to realize something.

She sat down next to Yun Shuqian, smiled ambiguously and said, "You two are not secretly adding drama to yourself, are you?"

"……What drama?"

"What kind of show can it be if you are in the room this late at night."

"No!"

(End of this chapter)