Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 111 It's okay to just hug a shoulder, right? (seeking subscription)
"Can this thing really be eaten in your mouth?"

Song Jiamu took the bunch of toon buds in his hand and smelled them. The smell was very strange. It wasn't smelly, but it wasn't fragrant. It was a mixture of citrus, cloves, and mothballs.

He had heard of Toon, which existed side by side with Zheergen in the culinary world.

I heard that there are people who like toon, they are very greedy for toon. If there is a toon tree at the door, they can look at the tree in a daze three times a day, wishing that spring will come quickly, and then pick up the tender buds with a hook eat enough.

"It's delicious, it smells like spring."

Yun Shuqian took the toon in his hand, sniffed it up to his nose, with a satisfied expression on his face, the two of them walked around the market, and finally bought it from an old lady who set up a stall outside.

Well, if Yun Shuqian hadn't sworn that this food was delicious, Song Jiamu himself would never have bought it.

Humans' senses of smell and taste vary on an individual level, and some people even think that heather smells good.

"Then I'll wait and see how delicious it is."

"The most top-notch ingredients, only need to use the most simple cooking method."

"How many bowls of rice do you want to eat tonight?"

"A little more than one bowl."

Song Jiamu washed his hands and measured two cups of rice for cooking.

"Wait a while and plug it in again. I'll season the pork ribs and steam them in the rice cooker."

"Then you plug in the electricity yourself."

There is nothing in the kitchen that needs his help, so he tore his clothes: "I left the towel at your house last time. I want to take a shower, and I feel sweaty all over my body."

"I do not know."

"Then I'll use your towel."

"……Can't!"

Yun Shu rolled his eyes at him, and hurried to his bathroom, took out his towel and gave it to him.

Song Jiamu took the towel and sniffed it up to her nose. She washed him and dried it with shower gel. There was a faint fragrance on the towel.

"You never used my towel, did you?"

"Please don't use your perverted thinking to think about others."

"you misunderstood."

Yun Shuqian turned around in doubt.

Song Jiamu continued: "What I mean is, I don't mind if you have used it."

Well, Song Zhutou's metamorphosis was beyond her imagination, Yun Shuqian raised the vegetable cutting knife, Song Jiamu disappeared in the blink of an eye, only heard the sound of running away footsteps, and then the bathroom door closed the sound of.

Song Jiamu took a shower with the shower to prevent his mother from finding out that he had taken a shower when he returned home.

There is a big mirror in the bathroom, both boys and girls like to look in the mirror after getting naked.

Song Jiamu turned around and looked in the mirror to see if there were any acne on his back.

There was a period of time before that he always had acne on his back, and he washed it with sulfur soap, which was better than many acne products, but his skin was dry after washing, and his body smelled like sulfur.

The jersey and trousers were drenched with sweat, so Song Jiamu simply took a basin and poured some laundry detergent to wash it by hand.

Putting on the casual clothes he wore during the day, he dried the towels and washed jerseys and shorts on the balcony, together with Yun Shuqian's towels and clothes.

Spring is coming to an end, and at six o'clock at the end of April, the sky is still bright.

He took the watering can and sprayed some water on the shallots and coriander.

Yun Shuqian took good care of his shallots, which had grown to more than ten centimeters high and were edible.

Her cilantro grows a little slower, but it's green and lovely.

Yun Shuqian was cooking, when she turned her head and saw him hanging his clothes to dry at her house.

This feeling is weird...

Dinner was eaten at the coffee table, instead of going to the dining table, because Song Jiamu turned on the TV and played an animated movie.

When Yun Shuqian said, "It's time to eat", Song Jiamu pulled the animated movie to the beginning, clicked pause, tidied up the coffee table, and went into the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Tonight's dinner is scrambled eggs with Chinese toon, fried meat with lettuce, and a small plate of steamed pork ribs, lined up on the side of the coffee table.

Song Jiamu served the meal and poured two glasses of orange juice. Yun Shuqian sat down beside him, and the two of them were also side by side, very close to each other.

"I just lay on the cat's eye and saw my parents came back." Song Jiamu told her.

It's fine if he doesn't say anything, but now that he tells her about it, Yun Shuqian feels that 'sneaky' smell is stronger.

Obviously it was impossible to hear the sound from the opposite room, but she subconsciously lowered her voice: "Then what would you say if uncle and aunt find out?"

"I just said that I came to your house to eat with shamelessness, and you couldn't drive me away even if you drove me away."

"That's the truth."

Satisfied with his answer, Yun Shuqian pushed her favorite dish in his direction, and shared enthusiastically: "Try the delicious Chinese toon scrambled eggs."

Song Jiamu took a piece and tasted it. Yun Shuqian seemed to be waiting for the announcement of the exam results. She didn't move her chopsticks, looking at his reaction expectantly.

"It has a little bit of bitterness, and the taste is very special... how to describe it, it's a bit like the 'wild grass drink' we made when we were young, it has a very strange aroma!"

Song Jiamu is not a food critic, but he can feel the indescribable taste of spring that Yun Shuqian said.

It has a very unique taste, but it is not delicious, but it is not unpalatable, and he can't help but eat more to try it out.

"Yes! That's right! It tastes like 'Wild Grass Drink'!"

Seeing that he got to the point, Yun Shuqian was very excited, and felt that he had found a like-minded person.

The most profound taste in her memory is the strange "wild grass drink" that she and Song Jiamu made together when she was a child. Later, she always wanted to relive this taste, but she couldn't find that taste, until she ate Chinese toon once. , the dusty taste jumped on the taste buds again, giving her the feeling of eating spring into her mouth.

Perhaps with the addition of memories, Song Jiamu gradually felt that the toon was quite delicious as he ate.

"Eat more, you won't be able to eat it after this season. This time it seems a little old."

For the first time, Yun Shuqian picked vegetables for Song Jiamu.

"You eat too."

Song Jiamu also brought her vegetables.

He was starving. In addition to this plate of toon scrambled eggs, the fried meat with lettuce she made was also delicious, and the steamed pork ribs were also very sweet. It tasted different from what he usually had at home. Song Jiamu ate it deliciously.

For a cook, gobbling like Song Jiamu is the best compliment to his cooking skills.

As night fell, the two sat on the sofa eating and watching TV, looking warm.

Song Jiamu chose an animated film called "You Look Delicious". It tells the story of a Tyrannosaurus rex picking up an egg and raising it. Childish, but for college students, this movie is just right.

Before they knew it, all the food was done, and Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian were not in a hurry to clean up.

Touching their round and full stomachs, the two leaned down on the sofa, their shoulders were also touching each other, and their legs were also lifted up to step on the tea table with their bare feet.

Feeling full and sleepy, Yun Shuqian felt that such a time was so comfortable that she even wanted to rest her head on his shoulder.

"The clouds are sparse."

"Ok?"

"Will you rest your head on my shoulder?"

Song Jiamu said so, and added: "I just took a shower. Although it doesn't smell very fragrant, it definitely doesn't smell bad."

"……don't want."

Her answer also seemed very lazy, she didn't hit him this time, but just tightened the pillow in her arms.

"Then can I put my hand on your shoulder?"

"What's the meaning……"

Song Jiamu didn't explain, but just moved. He raised his right arm, passed through the gap between the back of her neck and the sofa, and then wrapped his arms around her slender shoulders.

Yun Shuqian froze instantly, her heart beating wildly.

"you……!"

"Look! Hart left the plain with delicious food!" Song Jiamu pointed at the TV with the other hand.

But Yun Shuqian didn't have the heart to watch TV right now.

Seeing Song Jiamu's natural expression confused her, and thought to himself, is it a natural and normal thing for him to hug her shoulder? !
She froze and didn't move, her whole body was tense, and her cute feet stepped on the coffee table curled up her toes. I don't know if it was because her heart was beating fast or his palm was very hot. Anyway, she felt that her body temperature was rising, especially the area close to his palm. The ears on the sides are all red, and if the collar is pulled down, the white and greasy skin on the shoulder must also be red.

"One, two,..."

Yun Shuqian clenched his small fist, and when he was about to count to three, Bangbang punched him twice.

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not playing hooligans!" Song Jiamu immediately expressed his attitude.

"your hands."

"This is called hooking shoulders, you often see it, and Zhang Sheng and I do the same."

Song Jiamu's Adam's apple rolled, and his heart beat very, very fast.

Compared with Yun Shuqian who is passive, he is still under a lot of pressure as an active player, and if he is not careful, he will overturn.

Originally, he just wanted to test it out, but when he put his arms around her shoulders, he suddenly didn't want to let go. He felt that it was very comfortable to hold her like this, and his heart was filled solidly.

Seeing that Yun Shuqian was about to disbelieve his nonsense, her fists were clenched tightly, small veins could be seen on the back of Bai Nen's hands, and Song Jiamu's mind was spinning faster than ever.

calm!calm!
At this time, don't be cowardly!If you let go, you will have to take the name of molesting!

What is molesting? Isn't it molesting if you run away after teasing?
She hasn't done anything yet, she hasn't escaped yet, she's waiting for a reasonable explanation from him.

"I think with our current relationship, this is okay. Although it's not the best in the world, it doesn't matter if you hook your shoulders. I think so."

"..."

Yun Shuqian was a little confused, and followed his explanation. If it was Yuan Caiyi, it would be normal for her to be hugged like this, even if they were together on the bed, it would be normal.

But he is a man!
No, no, since we are friends, we should treat them equally, it was the same when we were young...

Yun Shuqian's cheeks were flushed, feeling wrapped in his breath, her heart was beating violently.

She tightly clenched a small fist with one hand, and lightly squeezed his waist with the other, but she didn't use any force, and she didn't allow him to get closer, meaning that she could only go here.

"Don't you think this is weird..."

Seeing that he wasn't too close, it was really just a hook of the shoulders, the girl's tense body gradually relaxed, after all, it doesn't matter if it's just the shoulders, right?Right?

If he says 'can I put my hand on your stomach', then no!

"What's so strange?"

Song Jiamu asked, his tone was normal, as if he was talking about something as common as eating and taking a bath.

On the sofa where there were only two people, there were no ghosts to scare people, and there was no rumbling thunder. Everything was peaceful and peaceful, but he stretched out his arms to wrap her shoulders, which made the girl very uneasy.

"I just... can't tell, it's weird anyway."

Yun Shuqian didn't dare to look at him, and couldn't tell what was so strange, it should be the same kind of strangeness as the last time he brushed her hair, secretly cooked with her at home, took a bath at her home, and hung her clothes to dry. .

"I think it's normal for you to have this kind of strangeness, because our relationship is changing, getting better little by little, as good as before, maybe even better."

"..."

"It's normal, just re-experience the process of us becoming good again. This is not the first time, nor will it be the last time. I will often come to your house to cook and eat with you, and then we will watch TV together after eating. Hook your shoulders like this..."

Song Jiamu's palm lightly exerted force, trying to get closer to her a little bit until the two of them touched again.

"For me, the most important thing about memory is that it allows me to reflect. I remember every stage of our relationship and how it became what we are now, so I learned to control myself and do the right thing. I want to grasp Stay for something."

"...So you said the right thing, grabbing my shoulder like this?"

"Don't care about that."

Song Jiamu said: "The relationship between two people is always closer because of some memorable things... I mean, friends are like this, whether it's from scratch, or reconciled like us, maybe a long time later, When you are full and watching TV, you will remember that there is a person who hugs your shoulders so naturally and relaxedly, and you also lean on him very relaxedly, this is just a natural and warm way of getting along, it doesn’t mean anything.”

There was some slight emotion in the words, probably he really really wanted to reconcile with her this time, recalling the past when he was young, listening to his words, the girl felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Don't look at her as if she is very brave, but in this kind of thing, she is actually a coward. Before robbing the bank, she has been imprisoned for 30 years in her heart, and she will only cover up her cowardice by going crazy.

Yun Shuqian raised her head, only to realize that Song Jiamu had gotten very close at some point, as long as she spoke loudly, her breath would be blown into his face.

"You are not allowed to come closer, that's all."

"Got it, Mr. President, I will listen to you."

Song Jiamu laughed, with his arms still around her shoulders, leaning on the sofa in a natural and relaxed posture.

Yun Shuqian looked at his smile, and gradually loosened her clenched fists, her heartbeat became less intense, but it maintained a faster frequency than usual.

Feeling the intentional or unintentional touch between the two without having to bear the psychological pressure of being active and ambiguous, a kind of silent throbbing bloomed in the apex of my heart.

Her heart was soft, but at this moment, it seemed as if she had gotten into something.

(End of this chapter)