Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 91 When will you recover from this disease (please subscribe)

Reserved teenage girls don't behave like kittens licking screens.

Yun Shuqian put the phone in front of Niannian, and asked the little cat to video with him.

Nian Nian also likes it very much, tilting his head curiously to look at Song Jiamu on the screen, and stretching out his little claws to touch him without reservation.

Song Jiamu said, "Turn off the lights every year."

Nian Nian was stunned, if it was in his room, it would still turn off the light, but in Yun Shuqian's room it was a bit unfamiliar.

Fortunately, the position of the switch is almost the same. Every year biu~biu~ steps on the girl hiding in the quilt, runs to the bed, jumps on the bedside table, stands up with her front paws on the wall, and snaps the lamp to closed.

Yun Shuqian: "?"

What did these two guys do behind her back!Why do you listen to him so much every year!Mom doesn't love you anymore!
As soon as the light was turned off, the room became pitch dark, so she had no choice but to crawl over again and turn on the light.

Like Song Jiamu, he coaxed Niannian and said, "Turn off the lights every year."

"Meow?"

"Turn off the lights every year~"

"Meow."

Niannian is just a kitten who can't understand her words.

Song Jiamu in the video also heard her voice and whistled proudly. It was as if a child had learned to be called Dad first, with an inexplicable sense of pride.

"Don't bother, I'm the closest to you every year."

"Hmph, if you don't come back, you'll kiss me every year. I forget you."

"I'll go back tomorrow."

"Oh, you don't have to tell me."

Yun Shuqian got under the covers, picked up her mobile phone and made video calls with him.

Before Song Jiamu lay down, he sat on the edge of the bed, so that during the video, it seemed that he was watching her sleep.

Yun Shuqian pulled up the quilt a little bit to cover half of his face, and the phone was also shifted to prevent him from looking at it like this.

"Will not you go to bed?"

"Then I'm going to sleep, and I have to get up early tomorrow, bye."

"Don't hang up, don't hang up..."

Seeing that he was going to hang up the video, Yun Shuqian was a little anxious, and after a long time she said coyly: "Can you just... put your phone away like last night, and sleep if you want, I won't disturb you."

"Are you still afraid?"

"...Anyway, you're sleeping anyway, why don't you let me watch, you won't suffer."

"Then when you take a shower..."

"To shut up."

Yun Shuqian was actually not that scared anymore, but she couldn't explain why, anyway, watching him sleep, she felt that she slept soundly too.

Especially listening to his slight snoring, I feel inexplicably safe.

Like yesterday, Song Jiamu propped up his phone and put it on the bedside, and this time he even plugged in the charging cable.

He thought, how about going to Douyin to open a sleep live broadcast, maybe because of his handsomeness, he can also attract many lonely and empty girls to tip him.

Fortunately, the self-discipline during the recent period has paid off. She went to bed on time at eleven o'clock in the evening, and Song Jiamu hadn't rewarded herself for a while, so it didn't matter if she watched the sleep live broadcast.

He also really wanted to see how she slept, but if he kept staring at the screen, Yun Shuqian would not show him. Only when he closed his eyes, the girl would show her face.

Song Jiamu lay down, turned off the light in the room, and then turned on the lamp by the bed, so that it would not be dazzling and she could see it.

"How long will it take for you to recover from this illness?"

"What disease?"

"Aren't you frightened?"

"... two or three days, maybe two or three weeks?"

Yun Shuqian thought to herself, what if it doesn't get better all the time.

Song Jiamu was lying on his side facing the phone screen, and Yun Shuqian was the same. It felt like he was lying on a bed across time and space.

"Go to sleep, good night." Yun Shuqian said.

"Good night." Song Jiamu closed his eyes.

When he was about to fall asleep, this guy talked again, just like when he was a child, sleeping was not honest at all.

"Song Jiamu...are you asleep..."

"……what?"

Song Jiamu didn't open his eyes, and answered her vaguely.

"Oh, I just wanted to ask you if you found any material in today's wind gathering."

"Ok?"

"What did you do today?"

"...Just drive home. The highway is much easier to drive than the urban area. The country road is very narrow, so you have to be careful when meeting cars."

"Can you not talk about driving." Yun Shuqian was speechless, what was the boy's mind thinking all day long, was that what she wanted to hear.

With Song Jiamu's eyes closed, she felt much more comfortable when videoing with him, and she could look at him boldly and unscrupulously.

Covering half of her face under the quilt, she was a bit bored, she had already exposed her entire face. It was getting hot these days, and she hadn't changed the quilt yet, so she took her little hand out of the quilt, put the quilt under the creaking nest, and exposed it Her beautiful collarbone is so beautiful that the camera can't capture her lower body. When she gradually warmed up, she simply hugged her with the quilt. For girls, the quilt and the pillow are the two most comfortable sleeping positions. .

"...Just go home. We have dinner together at noon. In the afternoon, I went fishing with my grandpa. I caught a lot of small crucian carp."

"How many people are there in your family?" Yun Shuqian asked curiously.

"My grandparents, my uncle and my sister-in-law, my sister-in-law married Yanjing, and rarely come back. There is also a cousin and a cousin..."

Yun Shuqian listened carefully, and Da Moyue knew the immediate family members of his family.

"Then you all live together when you go back. Is there any spare room at home?"

"It's a small building with three floors. There are so many rooms..."

"Is that so..."

I don't know why she asks these questions, even she herself doesn't know, anyway, just ask if you are curious.

"Then, are your grandparents and uncles easy to talk to?"

"It's so easy to talk, my grandpa also said that I would bring you back for dinner next time..."

Hearing this, Yun Shuqian's heartbeat quickened, and she whispered awkwardly: "I may not be free, let's talk about it..."

Well, the more she chatted, the more energetic she became, and the more Song Jiamu chatted, the more sleepy she became.

"Then what time are you going to worship your ancestors tomorrow? How is it done?"

"..."

"Song Jiamu?"

"..."

"Pig~head~!"

Yun Shuqian scolded him as a pig, but he was already sound asleep, and the familiar light snoring sound also sounded.

It seems that since he was a child, he has been sleeping so well. During the lunch break together, he was already asleep when she was still chattering.

After falling asleep, Song Jiamu didn't seem to be annoying anymore. His eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly opened, and his lips would move occasionally. He could sleep for a long time in one position, unlike her, who was dishonest and tossed and turned. Moving around, I wish that the bed would be [-] square meters, and when she could roll from left to right, it would be dawn.

Nian Nian lay next to her pillow and fell asleep. The little cat didn't know if he had learned from him, but she also snored.

Yun Shuqian looked at her with her mobile phone, and her eyelids gradually became heavier. After closing her eyes, she fell asleep after a while. The mobile phone slipped from her fingers onto the bed, and her breathing gradually became even and long...

Breeze and moon, sporadic.

……

Song Jiamu got up at six o'clock in the morning.

Looking at the phone, the video call is still being connected, and Yunzhu Po doesn't know when she fell asleep. The camera was facing the ceiling yesterday, but today the camera is completely dark, probably because the phone is turned upside down.

He shouted softly: "Niannian."

Kittens have very clever ears. Most of the time, they don't hear you, but they don't want to talk to you. They ran to the phone every year and meowed.

Probably the movement disturbed the sleeping girl. She turned over and groaned, but she didn't wake up.

Song Jiamu hung up the video call, left her a message, got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

The ancestor worship here in the countryside is still very lively. There is a meeting to welcome the gods in the town. More than 30 statues of Tugu gods are carried and lined up in a ceremonial guard on Qingming. Prepare the things needed for sacrifices such as killing chickens and ducks.

At around eight o'clock, Song Jiamu's family set off. The destination was a nearby ancestral hall. It was very lively here. Most people in the village were surnamed Song. Before sweeping the grave, they had to come to the ancestral hall to offer sacrifices.

After leaving the ancestral hall, he went to a small hill nearby. At this time, the sickle and hoe he brought came in handy. There were a lot of weeds. As a young and strong man, Song Jiamu had to help with these tasks.

"Ancestors, please bless me with success this year. I can be admitted to the top three in the class. The new book also has high-quality results. Bless my family with good health. I am still single. I hope my ancestors can help me find a partner. My request is also It’s not high, it’s better to be a local, well-matched family, good-looking, able to cook, a little rich woman with ability, figure, courage, knowledge and connections will be fine..."

Song Jiamu bowed devoutly and put on the incense.

Grandpa and grandma are still sorting out some details. Both old people are over 70, but they are in good health. They come every year to worship their ancestors, mainly because they are afraid that the younger generations will not know what to do.

Song Jiamu stood under a shady tree to rest, took off the straw hat on his head, and fanned the wind like an old farmer.

The weather this year is indeed good. In the past, Qingming usually rained, but this time the sunny weather is estimated to last for more than a week.

The temperature is gradually getting hotter, as is the case in the south. On a sunny day in spring, there is often the illusion that it has entered the midsummer. Maybe there will be cold air again in a few days, and the temperature will drop back down again.

Finally, after finishing his busy work, Song Jiamu took the initiative to help carry the burden. He planned to be more sincere, so that when his ancestors helped him with things, he would be more helpful.

There are not too many things, there are two small baskets, and he has never picked anything before, and the burden on his shoulders still hurts. It is hard to imagine how hard it is to carry a hundred and eighty catties.

After returning home and taking a shower, Song Jiamu and his cousins ​​went to the town to watch the meeting to welcome the gods.

I took a lot of photos, which can be regarded as a custom. Many people in the city don't know about it, and haven't seen it.

If it's Chinese New Year or something, the people who went out to work will come back, and the town will be more lively, but the city will look deserted, and you won't even be able to see the fireworks.

Song Jiamu didn't post these photos on Moments, but sent them all to Yun Shuqian. She also seemed very interested, and would ask him from time to time 'what is this' and 'what is this doing'

For the two who have been in a cold war for several years, this feeling is strange.

After dinner at one o'clock in the afternoon, Song Jiamu's family went back to the city. His car became more and more proficient, and there was no traffic jam when he returned, and he arrived home at three o'clock.

Open the trunk and take all the things you brought back from the countryside.

There is also this one, which he brought to Yun Shuqian specially. It contains a bag of small crucian carp fried by Grandpa himself, even the bones are crispy, and a box of green dumplings, which is a unique dessert for Qingming Festival. , made by his grandma, soft and delicious, sweet but not greasy, and has a faint scent of wormwood.

After taking everything upstairs, Song Jiamu went out again.

The small e-Donkey bought two days ago was delivered to an electric car shop, and he needed to pick it up by himself.

The courier package was very good, and the car was firmly surrounded by wooden strips. He also borrowed tools from the boss, and it took a lot of effort to disassemble it.

Song Jiamu was very satisfied with the flamboyant maple leaf powder, the style of the light motorcycle, and the integrated front and rear seats. Song Jiamu rode it around twice.

He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Yun Shuqian.

Song Zhutou: "Where are you?"

Yunzhupo: "Library, I'm going home, are you back?"

Song Zhutou: "Not yet, there's a traffic jam."

He put his mobile phone in his pocket and rode a small electric donkey to school.

(I wish everyone a happy May Day~~Please ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket~~)

　Thank you for the [-] rewards for the little dinosaur who loves fish, and the [-] rewards for my lms and the Duck Demon King. The bosses are so generous!Thank you so much!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)