Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 39 Probably Not Friendship
After Yun Shuqian went back, Song Jiamu also went back to his room to type.

Song Jiamu has pursuit of subscription grades, but he is not very demanding. After all, he is only a freshman and does not have too much financial pressure. The main thing is to accumulate experience.

The novel I am currently writing has more than 80 words, and the story is coming to an end. At that time, Zhaidai started the book at about the same time. Full attendance party.

The genre is not the same, he wrote about fantasy, the protagonist has a peerless cauldron system, and can become stronger by studying with the major female cultivators, and then readers will understand, it is a shame.

Zhaidai writes about the daily life of love. It is sweet and greasy in the early stage, and it is shameless in the later stage. Readers understand it. In short, it is also very shameful. If a girl who has never been in a relationship writes such an article, if it is known, That will definitely look at her with ambiguous eyes, and then cover her mouth and giggle.

The two of them estimated that the work would be almost finished within this month, and they hadn't thought about a new book yet.

Apart from complaining about some annoying person, most of the chat between the two usually revolves around writing. If it was before, Song Jiamu probably started chatting with her about the new book at this time, but since he found out that there is a nerd, it is Yun Shuqian. After this possibility, he really didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Although no tangible evidence has been found yet, this idea is already in my mind, and the more I observe it, the more it looks like it.

It's just that he hasn't figured out why Yun Shuqian didn't expose it, so he'll just use his tricks and see what she wants to do. Now that it's reversed two levels, he's in the atmosphere.

Song Jiamu lay on the table and flipped through the chat records, mainly looking at the news about a certain annoying ghost.

There are too many, and the summary is: lazy, lustful, talk back, naive, don't listen to her, like to litter, don't like to do housework, like to talk to other girls in class and disturb her study, every time I bring him The Coke didn't pay back the money, and the two of them farted on purpose when they took the elevator together, and she was the one who did it...

Damn, Yun Shuqian, aren't you afraid of someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night?

Not just once!That fart was all three years ago, how can you still think about it until now?

I don't know how many old accounts are recorded in her little notebook...

In short, Song Jiamu felt that her complaints were not objective at all, and then look at his complaints about her: small breasts and short stature, likes to meddle in other people's business, likes to hit people, talks non-stop when speaking the truth, loves to play tricks, Love to step on shoes, love to bite people, love to grab things, love to sue...

How objective!

When she first saw her complaining about annoying ghosts, Song Jiamu didn't think about himself at all, and just like her, he thought that guy was too bad.

Now that I think about it, didn't I help scold myself?

Song Jiamu's whole body is not well.

Looking back at the chat history, I saw that sentence:

"If God can hear our hearts, please make these two annoying guys a pair, and torture them well."

Damn, God bless, but don't let it happen!

"Meow."

Niannian twisted her ass, jumped hard, and landed on Song Jiamu's lap, then jumped again, onto the table.

Song Jiamu thought for a while, hugged the cat to his chest, took a selfie showing his face and sent it to Zeda.

Check the photo, he looks handsome and gentle while holding the kitten, with his palms around the kitten, his fingers are slender and beautiful.

Zhaidai responded quickly.

Zhaidai: "The cat is so beautiful! But I won't send you a full photo."

According to the normal logic, shouldn't you also praise me by the way, even if you don't know each other, I'm handsome, okay?Why do you only see cats?

Pen and paper: "I just wanted to describe a girl's feet last night, and I just wanted to ask you for a material..."

Zhaidai: "[Doubt] [Doubt]"

Pen and paper: "I picked up the cat yesterday, isn't it cute?"

Zhaidai: "Did you pick it up yourself? It's real!"

Pen and paper: "Oh, I picked it up with that idiot, but the cat didn't like her, so she followed me."

I don't know how hard it was for Yun Shuqian on the other end of the phone to hold back the feeling of coming to chop him with a knife.

Zhaidai: "Then what's its name?"

Pen and paper: "Song Niannian."

The poor sleeping bear got another beating, obviously it was Yun Niannian!

Zhaidai: "The name Niannian is really good. The person who chose it must have put a lot of effort into it. He should be a thoughtful and kind person. Did you get it?"

Seeing this, Song Jiamu became more and more suspicious that she was Yun Shuqian. Being in the atmosphere, he deliberately tested it. If he hadn't doubted her before, he might not think there was anything wrong with such a conversation. Now he always feels stuck. It was Yun Shuqian who almost put his name on his profile picture.

Hey, can you pretend to be a little bit like that?Can't help but praise yourself so much?
Pen and paper: "Hahaha, you are right, I took it."

Zhaidai: "Awesome [thumbs up]"

Song Jiamu put down his phone tremblingly, he felt that he was going to die tomorrow, but he didn't know what method Yun Shuqian would use to punish him.

Did he break the club rules because he stepped into the club with his left foot first, and was punished by running around the playground ten laps shirtless, or did he say a few more words to a certain girl, causing Yun Shuqian, who was ten meters away from him, to study and be accused? to my mother?
……

It was already eleven o'clock at night, Song Jiamu also yawned when the phone was plugged in to charge.

The hairpin on the table caught his attention. He propped his head with one hand and twisted the hairpin with the other hand, just staring at it quietly in a daze.

When Yun Shuqian came to the house just now, he wanted to return it to her, but he didn't know why, he didn't return it to her in his pocket, maybe it was kept as a little souvenir?

Open the locked drawer, there are several stacks of photo albums, including daily life photos, and graduation albums from elementary school to high school.

I have known her since I was five years old. There are many Yun Shuqian figures in the life photos, especially before junior high school. At that time, she had short shoulder-length hair and liked all kinds of small hairpins.

There are not only photos in the drawer, but also a few old greeting cards and cute little objects. These are birthday presents, Christmas presents, etc. that Yun Shuqian once gave him.

The greeting card was written by her own handwriting, big and ugly, far from her current delicate handwriting, but it had a pure and lovely flavor.

Song Jiamu hasn't opened this drawer for a long time, and it's filled with memories.

Watching with him every year, from the earliest memory to the graduation photo of the third year of high school, the positions of the two of them taking pictures are getting farther and farther...

All kinds of small gifts have also been kept for many years ago, and they can be called "broken" if they are taken out now, such as this jar of paper stars and a jar of small paper cranes.

But even this pile of rags, he was not willing to throw them away. When the house was refurbished and moved to a temporary rented house, he also took all these "rags" with him.

Because of the stay-at-home incident, he began to re-examine his relationship with Yun Shuqian.

What kind of feelings does he have for her?

friendship?He really is a good brother, right?
If the two had just met now, he felt that he could easily sort out this relationship, but precisely because he grew up together, year after year, one piece of memory was superimposed, whitewashing and blurring the memory, When I thought about it again, I realized that it was as difficult as peeling off cocoons.

The wind blew in through the window, and the old diary on the desktop was flipping page by page, and the dandelion she sent inside was scattered like snowflakes, like memories blooming.

Song Jiamu, who was in a daze, woke up with a start, hurriedly closed the window, and picked up the velvet flying in the air, looking a little embarrassed with his anxious appearance.

Well, maybe it's not as simple as friendship.

(End of this chapter)