Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 66
What was the past weekend like?

Usually Song Jiamu would sleep until around ten o'clock in the morning, this is the time to wake up, this time is quite embarrassing, it's too late to eat breakfast, if you don't eat, you feel that you have less energy, so you just lie on the bed and play with your phone until ten o'clock After one o'clock, then you can just have lunch, and the rest of the time is spent watching fanda games or reading novels at home, and the places beyond the bed that cannot be touched by hands are far away.

But the great Song Jiamu has already begun to change himself, and weekend is no exception.

Slightly rewarded himself for an extra half an hour of sleep. He woke up at 06:30 in the morning. As always, he ran from Huabanli Community to Anjiang Road and back. The whole distance was six kilometers long, but his body gradually adapted to it. with such a rhythm.

I brought breakfast for the pig next door, and it was already 07:30 when he returned to the community.

Thinking she was still sleeping, the doorbell rang twice, and Yun Shuqian opened the door for him.

"Here, your char siew buns and fried dough sticks."

"Hey, your soy milk."

The two finished their breakfast exchange and went back to their houses.

Wake up early, the day is extraordinarily abundant.

Song Jiamu finished today's writing first, and there are three or four days to update. It is estimated that his book will be finished soon.

After writing the words, he started to make an activity plan. He was very serious about this matter. He didn't go out on Saturday and was busy with the plan all day.

Occasionally when stretching and resting, I would also wonder what Yun Shuqian next door is doing now.

According to previous understanding of her, she may have gone to the school library, or stayed at home to read books and watch dramas.

Until I saw the update of Zhaidai at night, there are eight chapters in total!
Boy, she's speeding through!

I guess I was asking her last night, which made her a little flustered, thinking of finishing it quickly, changing to a new vest and opening a new book to change her appearance.

The girl who coded intensively didn't come to see the cat on Saturday night, and the two bumped into each other when they were sending each other breakfast in the morning.

Well, Song Jiamu admitted that he was not used to her not coming at night.

That's how Saturday passed.

……

After lunch on Sunday, Mom and Dad are going to a banquet.

"Song Jiamu, do you want to go together? Your eldest cousin's son is getting married. If you don't go, you can arrange dinner by yourself tonight."

"No, you go, I'll just order a takeaway."

Song Jiamu clattered on the keyboard, and he had already completed seven to eighty eight plans for the event.

As for the eldest cousin, he is still a little unclear, and he hasn't seen her a few times. She should be the eldest daughter of my grandma's younger brother, so that's right...

In short, I have to meet many distant relatives, which is really a headache. It is better to stay at home and continue the liver plan.

If Song Jiamu didn't go, Li Yuan and Song Chi wouldn't care about him, and such a big man couldn't starve him.

After Mom and Dad went out, Song Jiamu was the only one left at home.

An Jing was a little bored, so she clicked on Yun Shuqian's WeChat and sent her a message.

Song Zhutou: "Are you there?"

Yun Shuqian picked up her phone and looked at it, but ignored him, because she hated other people sending 'Are you there' the most.

In order to catch her out, Song Jiamu sent her another sentence.

Song Zhutou: "Horizontal, vertical, vertical, vertical, vertical, horizontal, vertical, vertical, vertical, vertical, horizontal?"

As expected, Yun Shuqian was fished out, and he replied "?"

Song Zhutou: "What are you doing?"

Yun Zhupo: "I am busy using language symbols to reflect things in a descriptive way, express thoughts and feelings, transmit knowledge information, and realize the creative mental work process of communication."

Good guy, Song Jiamu stroked for a while before he realized what she was doing.

Yun Zhupo: "If you have something to say, tell it quickly, if you don't have anything to do, you will be done."

Song Zhutou: "My parents are not at home!"

Yunzhupo: "So?"

Song Zhutou: "Do you want to come to my house? It's just me and you."

For a moment, Yun Shuqian was really moved. When his parents were not at home, he secretly went to his house to watch a movie with him under the covers?

Yunzhupo: "No, goodbye."

Song Zhutou: "Hey, then I'll go to your house and I'll treat you to afternoon tea. How about M?"

Yunzhupo: "No, goodbye."

Song Zhutou: "I want to see you every year. You didn't come last night. It doesn't eat well and can't sleep. Now it's depressed on the balcony."

Song Jiamu went to the balcony to take a picture of Niannian. The kitten was lazily lying on the balcony basking in the sun and enjoying its cat life, but after being photographed from a strange angle, it seemed as if it was about to jump off a building and die.

Sure enough, when she heard that the child wanted to see her, Yun Shuqian's heart softened.

Yun Zhupo: "Then you can bring Nian Nian over here."

Song Jia went back to the room numbly, took the ultra-thin notebook, went back to the balcony, and hugged Nian Nian who was sleeping.

Before the cat could react, there was a jolt, and Song Jiamu had already carried it out of the house and rang the doorbell next door.

After two rings, the girl opened the door.

It was only opened a crack, she hugged the door and looked at him vigilantly, stretched out her hand: "Give me Niannian."

"I've come all the time, I can't let me go home all the way, I'll treat you to afternoon tea..."

Song Jiamu squeezed into the crack of the door sullenly, and Yun Shuqian made a loud sound, trying to close the door, but he was not as strong as him, so he forced his way in.

"I promise not to disturb you!"

"..."

Yun Shuqian glared at him, the door had already been closed by him, and he pushed against the door, what else could she do.

"If you bother me, I'll gag your mouth with ten pairs of socks."

"sure."

Song Jiamu put Nian Nian down. Although it was an unfamiliar environment for the little cat, it still had a familiar aura after all. This was Yun Shuqian's home, and the little cat didn't seem too shy, and looked left and right curiously.

The layout of the two houses is very similar. Song Jiamu came here a lot when he was young, but he rarely came here when he grew up. Usually when he came to visit with his parents, he would just drink tea in the living room.

The innermost room was cloudy and the door was half closed. Looking inside from the living room, only her bookshelf could be seen.

Instead of typing in the room, she opened a folding table in the living room near the balcony door. On the table was her laptop. There was a glass of water on the left, and the afternoon sun just shone on half of the table. , drawing a shadow on the other side of the cup.

Yun Shuqian likes to code in such an environment. She can bask in the sun, and when she is tired, she can look at the scenery outside the balcony through the floor-to-ceiling windows. When it rains, she can know immediately when it is raining, and open the balcony door to collect clothes.

Today's sunshine is good, and the wind is gentle, blowing the girl's clothes hanging on the balcony.

Among them, a set of small clothes hanging by the side caught Song Jiamu's attention.

It's the kind of girly underwear with cross straps, shiny ribbons, soft pink with lace, like a butterfly fluttering in the wind in spring, you can imagine her cute and youthful feeling when she wears it .

Although A is small, it does not look flat, but it is really not obvious after wearing clothes. Considering her age, it is not impossible to develop into B in the future.

Of course, in addition to the diet, it may also require the joint efforts of two people, and it may be a very fulfilling thing.

"What are you looking at?"

"...there are planes."

Yun Shuqian looked in the direction of his finger.

In the clear blue sky in spring, a long plane cloud was cut, pointing to a farther place.

Definitely not an airport.

(End of this chapter)