Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 94 It seems that something is almost there (thanks to the leader of Yanyuan!)
Yun Shuqian went to the bathroom to wash his face.

There is a separate bathroom in Song Jiamu's room, and it's only for his own use. It's much smaller than the bathroom outside, and it's similar to the one in her room, separated from wet and dry.

His toothbrush and cups were placed on the sink, and the towels were also hung here. There was no messy hair clogging the drain, and it was still very clean overall.

After washing my face, I pulled two paper towels and patted it dry, and my red face gradually returned to normal.

This guy is really not shy at all, how could he throw a girl on the bed like this?
Um, although judging from her posture, she threw him down, but if he doesn't provoke her, a reserved girl won't do this!
Coming out of the bathroom, Yun Shuqian calmly canceled and locked the door that had just been locked, but she did not open the door to go out. She was really careful. Otherwise, if the aunt came to call for dinner later and found that the door was locked, she might have misunderstood the two of them. What's going on inside.

Song Jiamu was writing a report on the event, while Yun Shuqian sat by the bed and read it.

"I seem to have a little inspiration." Song Jiamu said.

"I also have a little inspiration." Yun Shuqian said.

In order to avoid the coincidence of the next sentence, Yun Shuqian said first: "I plan to write some new magical elements."

"Don't steal my lines."

Well, there is a heart-to-heart connection again.

"Then it seems that our club's first folk gathering activity is quite effective."

"It gave me some inspiration." Song Jiamu nodded in agreement.

The first gathering activity of Wangwenshe went to the haunted house, which contained all kinds of wonderful elements, but the inspirations obtained by the two were somewhat different.

"Then what are you going to write? Is it still fantasy fairy tale? Ghost catcher?" Yun Shuqian asked curiously.

"I won't write fantasy fairy tales anymore, I plan to write urban, light novel themes."

"Urban ghost catcher?"

"...can you not mention catching ghosts, your illness is not cured yet?"

Song Jiamu was amused by her, and asked: "Then what magical elements are you planning to write, catch ghosts? Catch monsters?"

"Do not."

Yun Shuqian said: "I want to write a group of ghosts and monsters that don't make people afraid, and then have a relationship or something."

"Can people of different races be in love?"

"As long as there is love."

"Can you have a baby?" Song Jiamu asked curiously again.

"...Can you stop thinking about these things?" Yun Shuqian raised her foot and kicked his chair.

Although the two have already had a little inspiration, it will take some time to form a complete story, determine the selling points, and then simply make an outline and character design. The book is still very early, and it should be in the new The stage of the folder.

Song Jiamu rolled the chair back to the bed, and said seriously: "I googled it last night, if you are sick..."

"I'm not sick!"

"...It's your fear. It should be the sequelae of the haunted house scare. Because you are with me, when you watch me in the video at night, you are not afraid anymore, is that right?"

"..."

Yun Shuqian blinked, she was actually not afraid anymore...

Although she was timid, during the whole process of breaking into the haunted house, she opened her eyes for less than one-tenth of the distance, and she was in his arms almost the whole time...

The post-traumatic sequelae of haunted houses have nothing to do with it at all. The reason why you can sleep more peacefully when you video with him is another kind of sequelae?

A sequela called 'infatuation with Song Jiamu's arms'? !

As long as the light is turned off, she in the dark will unconsciously miss his shoulders, his chest, his breathing, his heartbeat, his smell... How can I say such a thing!

"Yes, I'm quite scared." The reserved girl said.

Seeing her embarrassed and unwilling to admit it, Song Jiamu was sure that she was suffering from the sequelae of haunted house scares.

"Don't worry, those are all fake."

"Is it all fake..."

"Yes, and it's not hopeless, since holding me can make you feel at ease..."

"...Who wants to hug you!"

"No, I mean, find you a sustenance."

Song Jiamu took out a sweater of his own, and handed it to Yun Shuqian generously: "Whenever you feel scared, you hug my clothes, imagine you are hugging me, then you won't be afraid, the original flavor , take it, don’t pay it back.”

"...??"

Although this guy is 'treating' her, can he not use such a shameful method!

Yun Shuqian was very moved, and then rejected him, throwing his sweater back on the bed: "Get out, I'm not a pervert, who wants your original clothes."

"Then aren't you afraid? Baidu said it's quite effective."

"When I, I'm afraid, can't I video you like these two days?"

"It's okay, then I don't care about you."

Song Jiamu put away the sweater.

Seeing the original sweater being taken back, Yun Shuqian suddenly felt a little pity, wouldn't it be more...

Bah, pervert, Yun Shuqian, why are you so perverted.

The door was knocked lightly twice, but it didn't open. Li Yuan's voice came from outside: "Qianqian is eating."

"Oh!"

Yun Shuqian responded immediately. In order to prevent misunderstanding, she also got up and opened the door immediately, and went out with Li Yuan.

When I was a child, even if I locked the door with Song Jiamu and stayed in the room for a whole day, even if I laughed and screamed loudly, I was not afraid, but not now, even if it was the fight just now, I had to suppress my throat.

The night has fallen, the bright lights are on in the house, the dark purple night is outside the balcony, and the lights of the city are also lit up one after another.

After washing her hands, Yun Shuqian came to the dining table, looking at the dishes on the table, she suddenly felt a sense of happiness.

It's true that she hasn't eaten alone at Song Jiamu's house for many years. Originally, she planned to eat the leftovers at noon alone at home tonight, but now she is at Song Jiamu's house, eating such a big table lively dishes.

Song Jiamu's appearance disrupted her plan, but Yun Shuqian felt that she could give today a perfect score.

"Don't stand there, just sit casually, just treat yourself to your own home. It's not the first time you've come to eat at home. Auntie won't greet you."

"No, no, thank you uncle and aunt, it's already very rich."

Yun Shuqian found a seat nearby and sat down, Song Jiamu sat next to her, the girl's legs were restrained in front of the chair.

"Come on Qianqian, drink half a bowl of Tang Runrun before meals. This loofah is picked at home, it's very sweet."

"Well, thank you auntie."

Yun Shuqian got up to take the soup, and only after Uncle Song started to move the chopsticks, she moved the chopsticks, gentle and gentle.

Originally, if Yun Shuqian didn't come to eat, the family of three would not have to prepare so many dishes. They were all big dishes brought back from home, and they had never been served on the table. There were chickens, ducks, and braised pig's trotters. I know she likes to eat coriander since she was a child. , Song Chi also specially made her an extra serving of cold beef, and the loofah lean meat soup did not include shallots.

Of course, there is no shortage of the dish of small crucian carp that Song Jiamu has been showing off.

"Hey, try it. It's really delicious. I caught the native crucian carp."

Can you keep emphasizing that you caught it!I know you have no air force!

Song Jiamu put a small crucian carp in her bowl and looked at her expectantly.

Yun Shuqian couldn't do anything about it, so he had to take a bite.

Sure enough, it is very crispy and fragrant. There are many small crucian carp bones, but now even the bones are crispy, and it tastes extra delicious.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"Well, grandpa's craftsmanship is really good." He didn't mention anything about what he caught.

Song Jiamu didn't mind either, and kept adding vegetables to her bowl, including a big chicken leg.

Yun Shuqian glanced at him resentfully, perhaps a little moved, but more because he wanted to stuff all the vegetables piled up in the bowl into his mouth, how could I finish eating so much food! !

With her uncles and aunts in front, she couldn't stop eating, so she had to eat hard, and then eat hard, her cheeks were bulging.

I thought it would be uncomfortable to eat at Song's house again after so many years, but it turned out to be different from what I imagined. The rich and fragrant food, the warm lighting, the kind elders, and even Song Jiamu who brought food for her for the first time. It's all very different from being alone at home eating lunch leftovers.

But it's different from when I was a child, even eating chicken legs.

For a moment, Yun Shuqian felt in a trance, as if time had flown back many years, she was still in this home, she was still in this position, Song Jiamu was still sitting next to her, and her uncle and aunt were still sitting opposite her. When she regained her senses, the decoration had changed, her uncle and aunt looked old, her feet could easily touch the ground, and even Song Jiamu, who was sitting next to her, looked like an adult.

Yes, I have known him for 15 years. The lines of the two crossed 15 years ago, then intertwined, and then divided into two ends, closer or farther, and now they are trying to get closer again.

It's been a long time since I've eaten so full. Although I only ate one bowl of rice and one bowl of soup, Yun Shuqian ate a lot of food and felt that her stomach was bulging.

In order to show that he is not a man who does not do housework, Song Jiamu took the initiative to do the dishes.

Yun Shuqian was also embarrassed to run away after eating, so she hid in the kitchen with him under the pretext of helping him wash the dishes.

Compared with staying with the elders, it's more comfortable to stay with Song Jiamu, a bastard.

"are you full?"

"...You still have the nerve to say it! With so many dishes, you want to overwhelm me."

The girl flicked her wet hand in his direction, and the water drops hit Song Jiamu's face, Song Jiamu also shot back in her face, and the two friends babbled.

Song Chi and Li Yuan watched from the living room.

"Hey, Song, what do you think of them?"

"...We have to ask if your son has that ability."

"I think they have a good atmosphere recently."

"It's a little bit less interesting."

"When you say that, it seems to be."

The husband and wife sighed, they are both old people, don't look at the way these two guys are arguing, the more daring they are in front of their elders, the more innocent they are.

When they start sneaking around, that meaning will be there.

(Thank you Yanyuan for being the leader! The boss is handsome! The boss makes a fortune! The boss has girls to warm the bed every day!)

(End of this chapter)