Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 227 Isn't more than 2 square meters ours?

Chapter 227 Isn't more than 200 square meters ours?

"Huh~huh~ Song, Song Jiamu, slow down! My phone is ringing, please stop for a moment..."

"Don't stop, just turn on the PA, and move quickly."

On a summer night, on a windless night, Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were sweating profusely as they ran along Anjiang Road together.

"Whose phone is it?"

"Damn it!"

Yun Shuqian followed Song Jiamu's pace and got through to his mother's phone.

"Huh~ Hello? Mom?"

"Qianqian, have you eaten yet?"

"Eat, it's already ten o'clock, huh~"

"What are you doing, why are you out of breath?"

"I'm running with Song Jiamu."

The phone was on the loudspeaker, and Song Jiamu, who was running beside him, also interjected, "Auntie! I'm urging Yun Shuqian to exercise! Seeing that you're not here, she wants to be lazy and stop running for the next two days!"

Yun Shuqian pinched him angrily.

Xu Ying on the other end of the phone laughed: "Okay, Jiamu, you should supervise her more, otherwise she won't exercise at home all day, it will be bad for her health."

"Mom, don't listen to him!"

"Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, are you on vacation?"

"Leave it for three days, huh~"

"Then do you have any arrangements? If you want to eat zongzi, you can buy a few and try it. We can't even eat zongzi here."

"Auntie, I will wrap rice dumplings with Yun Shuqian tomorrow."

"That's great. When will Jiamu learn to wrap zongzi? Qianqian hasn't wrapped zongzi yet. Remember to take a few photos for auntie when you're done."

"Mom, how can he wrap zongzi! Don't listen to him!"

Yun Shuqian was speechless, obviously she was my mother's own daughter, but when my mother heard Song Jiamu's voice sounded beside her, her tone of voice was as if a mother-in-law had seen her son-in-law.

Yun Shuqian turned off the speakerphone, chatted with her mother for a few words, and then hung up the phone.

Running to the small shop representing a distance of one kilometer, the exhausted girl refused to run any more, so Song Jiamu had to rest on the stone chair at the old place with her on his back.

"With your physical strength, if you were in the countryside, you wouldn't even be able to lift a hoe."

"I don't have to plow."

Song Jiamu thought about it for a while, he was the one who was going to plow the land, and his physical strength was enough.

"Tell you to talk nonsense with my mother. We haven't bought the zong leaves yet. Should we wrap them in vegetable leaves?"

Lying on his shoulder, Yun Shuqian wiped his sweaty face on his clothes.

"Vegetable leaves are not bad either. Doesn't the glutinous rice chicken also use vegetable leaves?"

"The glutinous rice chicken uses lotus leaves, stupid."

"Lotus leaves are also vegetable leaves."

To be honest, Song Jiamu still doesn't quite understand why glutinous rice chicken and zongzi are two different foods, anyway, they taste the same.

Just like pineapples and pineapples, cherries and cherries, he feels that they are the same thing.

Song Jiamu bent down and put her on the stone chair, helped her take off her shoes and socks, put her arms around her legs on his own, and squeezed her sore muscles with both hands.

"It's okay, I should have zong leaves at home, I'll ask my mother when I go back later."

"I don't know how to wrap zongzi, and you don't know how to wrap zongzi either. Let's play house together."

After running a kilometer, Yun Shuqian's face was red, and her neck, back, and thighs were sweating.

I don’t know if this summer is particularly hot. It’s only the beginning of June, and the temperature has already reached 32 degrees. It was very hot for a while, and she didn’t sit on Song Jiamu’s lap anymore. I heard that it’s often hot. Huge cushions can lead to hemorrhoids.

Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the school also has a three-day holiday. This is the only holiday in June. Soon after the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, the CET-[-] exam will be taken, and then the final exam will be at the end of the month. it's over.

Song Jiamu held her little feet, she felt a little itchy, curled up her toes, and scratched at his palm.

"Auntie and uncle are going back to the countryside tomorrow, won't you go back together?"

Yun Shuqian asked him, looking at her feet in his palm, being played by him.

If he touches her face with the hand that touched her feet later, she will beat him to death.

"You go back with me and I will go back."

As Song Jiamu said, he scratched her soft sole with his middle finger maliciously.

Yun Shuqian immediately felt itchy. She wanted to shrink her legs, but he firmly grasped her ankles. She had sensitive spots all over her body. What Song Jiamu knew temporarily included her ears, the soles of her feet, her armpits, her waist.

Girls have well-developed nerve endings, and because the clouds are sparse and shallow but not fat, the parts with less fat are particularly sensitive.

"If you want to go back, go back. Why do you drag me? Even if you're away for three days, I won't miss you very much."

"If you don't go back with me, then I won't go back. This month is so busy, we will go back together when we have time. Let me tell you, our countryside is very fun. Have you ever seen a duck that can fly?"

"Can ducks fly?"

"Well, it looks like a goose and a duck. It's very fierce, but the meat is delicious."

"Well, what else is there besides ducks?"

"And chickens, geese, cows, dogs, cats, birds, have you ever seen a cow?"

Yun Shuqian shook her head. She had only seen beef, not cattle. When she went to the market to buy vegetables, she had seen beef roots. At that time, she didn't know what it was, so she asked the stall owner, who told her After what happened, she was ashamed.

"It's that big gray buffalo, it's very big, it likes to soak in the water in summer, even though it looks fierce, it's actually quite cute."

"Cows can also be associated with cuteness?"

"Stupid things look cute." Song Jiamu said.

Yun Shuqian disagrees, she thinks the definition of cute should be like a giant panda, or like a nian.

She used to think that dolphins were cute, but after knowing that dolphins like to do strange things, she felt that dolphins were not cute.

In comparison, puffer fish are quite cute. When they are angry, they will inflate themselves into a balloon, which sounds very cute.

Song Jiamu pinched her little feet, looked at the girl with her hands propped on the stone chair in a daze, and said with a smile, "Yun Shuqian, you are quite cute."

Yun Shuqian felt a little embarrassed, looked away shyly, and pouted her small mouth.

Suddenly, he realized what Song Jiamu said just now, and stretched out his hand to pinch him angrily: "You just want to say that I'm stupid, right?"

"I didn't say that!"

"That's how you defined cute just now!"

As a native of the city, Yun Shuqian has never been to the countryside, but Song Jiamu often goes back to the countryside. Whenever it is Chinese New Year, she cannot see Song Jiamu.

The two sat on a stone chair to enjoy the shade. Song Jiamu told her about the country as she did when she was a child. Her concept of the country was probably what Song Jiamu's hometown looked like - there was a small town next to it. A small village with the surname of Song. Next to the village is a field. There is a small stream next to the ridge. The water flow is crystal clear, and there are small fish swimming upstream. A buffalo is grazing beside it, piled high and high in front of a gate. His grandparents lived in the firewood house.

Listen to him, his grandpa and grandma are still childhood sweethearts!
It's amazing, Yun Shuqian imagined that she would marry Song Jiamu, have a child, and then the child would have a child, and she and Song Jiamu would become old men and old ladies. She had to put her legs on his as she did now.

Thinking about it this way, Yun Shuqian felt a little craving for watermelon.

Although the desire to eat watermelon has nothing to do with the thoughts just now, but the girl's thinking is just like this.

"Song Jiamu, I want to eat watermelon. I haven't eaten watermelon this year." Yun Shuqian held Song Jiamu's hand that had passed over her knee and touched her thigh.

"...I bought you a watermelon, so I can continue touching your legs?" Song Jiamu couldn't keep up with her train of thought.

"What the hell! I want to eat watermelon!"

"Okay, then let's buy a watermelon and eat it back."

Song Jiamu helped her put on her shoes and socks, Yun Shuqian took her leg off his, stood up and bounced a few times.

After Song Jiamu also stood up, she jumped onto his back with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.

"You carry me back!"

"Yun Shuqian, you ran this mile in vain."

Song Jiamu was speechless. Every time he took her out to run a kilometer, she would hang on him and not walk, so as to make up for the exercise of this kilometer.

But what can Song Jiamu do, he has to hold her thigh obediently, and walk back slowly along the riverside road with her on his back.

The number of times is too high. When passing some small shops and newsstands, people recognize the two of them, and they all praise in their hearts, "This guy can do it. Every two days, he goes out for a walk with his paralyzed girlfriend on his back."

Walking to the fruit shop near the community, Yun Shuqian, who was hanging on his back, was finally willing to let go.

In summer, watermelon is the king of fruits.

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian eat watermelon every year, but they still don't know how to choose watermelon.

"Look at the melon vines, look at the melon vines, the more curved the sweeter!" Yun Shuqian checked her phone and said to Song Jiamu.

"How about this?" Song Jiamu chose a melon with curvy vines according to her request.

"Then you clap your voice again."

"Boom bang—"

"Does it sound like a good melon or a bad melon?" Song Jiamu asked.

"Forehead……"

Although the guide said that when you shoot a watermelon, the sound sounds sweet, but Yun Shuqian didn't understand why, looked at it and asked: "Do you think the bottom of this melon is yellow?"

"Yellower than me." Song Jiamu said.

"That's it!"

Yun Shuqian made a decision, and the two bought the watermelon.

"Eat now or wait until tomorrow?"

"...I knew it was better to buy frozen ones, so let's eat them tomorrow when I finish typing." Yun Shuqian just remembered this. If the watermelon is not iced, it will taste much worse.

"Yun Shuqian, when can't you eat ice?" Song Jiamu asked curiously.

"I eat ice, why don't I eat..." Yun Shuqian was stunned.

"I said your aunt."

"...Why are you asking this?!" Yun Shuqian glared at him with a defensive look, covering the collar of his shirt tightly with both hands, always feeling that he had malicious intentions.

"Don't act like I'm going to spoil you, I'm just afraid that you'll spoil your stomach if you eat ice." Song Jiamu quickly explained.

"I'm in good health and very regular, so you don't have to worry about it. Song Jiamu, how could you ask a girl this cheeky?"

"What is the relationship between us, you will tell me yourself before... Hey!"

Yun Shuqian beat him and Song Jiamu didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Song Jiamu, do you want to sleep with me again tonight?"

"...I haven't slept well in two days!"

"It's better to sleep together, it's not something you think about strangely all day long, just don't think about it."

"Anyway, I won't go tonight, I want to catch up on sleep."

Seeing Yun Shuqian staring at him with some resentment, Song Jiamu couldn't help it, and quickly coaxed: "My father and mother will go back to the countryside tomorrow, and my father and mother will not be at home by then, and neither will your father and mother." At home, isn’t this 200-square-meter place all ours?”

Yun Shuqian's big eyes rolled around, and the little resentment between his eyebrows dissipated little by little, and he patted him with a blushing face: "What are you thinking? We are just sleeping, The kind with two quilts! What does it have to do with them not being at home?"

"Yun Shuqian, how about this, you come and support me, give me your monthly manuscript fee, and I will sleep with you every day, and I can sleep with you how you want, whether it is meat or vegetables You, I'm new too."

"I do not want."

Yun Shuqian is not that stupid, a fool can only spend a month's manuscript fee for something that can be done with a few pairs of socks.

back home.

Song Jiamu put the watermelon in the refrigerator, and asked his mother to take the unused zong leaves. They were all dry and had to be soaked in water overnight, and the red beans had to be soaked in advance.

"Jiamu, are you not going back to the countryside tomorrow?" Li Yuan asked.

"This month is very busy. I will take the CET-[-] exam in a few days, and I will take the exam again at the end of the month. The new book has just hit the shelves. I'd better stay at home and study for these three days off."

"That's up to you, use this big pot to cook the rice dumplings, just cook for two hours, remember to watch the fire."

"Know it."

Song Jiamu went back to his room to take a shower.

Li Yuan continued to eat apples and watch TV. As for Song Jiamu not going back with them, the old mother couldn't understand who he wanted to stay with.

As a person who has experienced it, Li Yuan also knows that men and women who are in love are like taking strong medicine. Just a kiss on the mouth can last an afternoon without getting tired of kissing, let alone more fun things. Back then, she and Lao Song were... not to mention.

But fortunately, observing the two of them during this period of time, at least when they are in front of her, they are relatively honest, presumably Qianqian is more reserved, you can tell at a glance, every night, this brat is going to the next door He ran away, could it be that Qianqian invited him to go?

Just as she was thinking, the doorbell rang, and Li Yuan got up to open the door.

"Hey, is Qianqian here?"

"Auntie, my hair dryer is broken, I'm going to Song Jiamu's room to blow dry my hair..."

"That's it, then go quickly, don't catch a cold."

The girl looked away guiltily, wrapped her wet hair, ran into Song Jiamu's room with her little white legs.

(The state is very poor, Kawen is very good in the later stage, there is no way, I will be less today)

(End of this chapter)

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