Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 113 Schrödinger's Ambiguity (Subscribe)

Song Jiamu likes Saturdays.

I have to go to class from Monday to Friday, and I will definitely have to work in a few years. Sunday is full of anxiety about the next week. Only Saturday feels the most free.

He didn't set the alarm clock, but the biological clock he developed over the past month allowed him to wake up naturally at around 06:30.

Waking up early, but not feeling sleepy at all.

Looking at the mobile phone on the bedside, the screen shows the bed of Yun Shuqian, and the girl who slept badly has disappeared from the screen at this moment.

It didn't disappear completely, Song Jiamu saw her snow-white and slender arms, she covered her head with the quilt, and her black and beautiful hair was scattered on the pillow.

"Wake up pig."

Song Jiamu called her softly like this.

She seemed to hear it in a daze, and then felt that it was so noisy, the quilt moved, so she covered it with the pillow.

"..."

Song Jiamu turned off the video call, stretched his waist, and let out a constipated 'hmm~! ! ', then turned over and got out of bed, changed clothes and ran.

……

When the alarm clock rang at seven o'clock, Yun Shuqian woke up.

Eyes still closed, messy hair sticking to his face, he fumbled with his voice, found the remote control of the air conditioner for a long time, and then threw it away. turn off.

Now that the weather is starting to get hot, she sleeps in shorts and loose short-sleeved pajamas.

The right leg got out of the quilt first and clamped the quilt. The shape of the leg was very beautiful, slender and fair, and the arms gathered the quilt into a ball to hold it. When he moved restlessly in his sleeping position, the hem of the clothes slid to the chest, and the waist also slid. It's exposed, the belly button is super beautiful.

"Huh~ um~ um~ woo~"

Moaning and chirping like a pig for a long time, he rubbed on the soft quilt and rolled on the bed a few times.

Yun Shuqian likes to stay in bed, but she won't stay in bed all the time. She will feel irritable when she just wakes up, and she will be fine after she finishes moaning.

She sat on the quilt in a duck sitting position, hugged the pillow in her arms, half-closed her eyes, and yawned again.

I didn't have any good dreams all night last night. Either I dreamed that Song Jiamu was bullying her, or I dreamed that Song Jiamu was seen by uncles, aunts and her parents when he was bullying her. Anyway, they are scenes that need to be explained. Either he was explaining, or he was explaining with her.

It was a little cooler in the morning, so she put on a coat, got out of bed and went to the balcony to brush her teeth.

Maybe it's because she stayed in bed for a little longer today. While she was brushing her teeth, she looked at the gate of the community, but the doorbell had already rang.

I had no choice but to put down the cup, and trot over to open the door with a toothbrush in my mouth full of bubbles.

"Here, your little wontons with gnocchi."

Song Jiamu handed her her breakfast, and seeing her mouth full of bubbles, he thought it was quite cute.

The girl's eyes were very big, so he could easily see the gum in the corner of her eye, so he laughed again: "You didn't sleep well? There is..."

"Ok?"

She stared at him.

Song Jiamu didn't dare to laugh anymore, otherwise he would have no doubt that she would poke the toothbrush in his mouth.

"You bought so many breakfasts..."

Yun Shuqian took her share and saw that he still had three more.

"Today, Saturday, I bought all the family's breakfasts, a total of four."

"oh oh."

Hearing him talk about the family's breakfast, Yun Shuqian felt strange, after all, it included her part.

"I haven't made soy milk yet, you can come and get it yourself later."

"You don't have pants on?"

Song Jiamu's eyes rested on her legs.

The girl's legs are particularly eye-catching, white and tender. She is wearing a loose coat on her upper body. The coat is relatively long, and the shorts are covered up, making it look like she is not wearing pants.

"You're not wearing it!" Yun Shuqian wanted to lift up the hem of the clothes to show him clearly, but felt that such an action was too unladylike.

"Then I'll leave my breakfast here for you too. When I go back and take a shower, I'll bring Niannian over to code."

Song Jiamu thought about it, and gave her his breakfast too.

Yun Shuqian entered the room carrying two breakfasts.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face carefully, he went back to the room and sat in front of the dressing table to comb his hair with a small comb.

After closing the door, she opened the closet, pinched her chin and thought about it, found some clothes to study, and gestured on her body.

If she was the only one at home, then it didn't matter what she wore, but Song Jiamu was going to come to code with her, so she thought it would be better for her to dress up a little.

So I fell into another kind of entanglement. If I dress too formally, it will look strange. After all, I am just typing at home.

Are there any clothes that are homely and can catch his attention?

Sure enough, I still have too few clothes.

For a long time, Yun Shuqian seldom spends time on dressing herself up. She always feels that girls start to pay attention to hairstyle or dress up, which may be a sign of love or affection.

Of course, she is not in love or affectionate now, she just... wants to be different, wants to get a little attention, it is best that this little attention comes from someone, and I hope he can see it her change.

This is also to be yourself, to be a better self.

In the end, I searched and searched, but still couldn't find any satisfactory clothes.

I had to wear a pair of home shorts, a little longer than the ones she wore to sleep, and then an ordinary white T-shirt.

After going around for a while, it seemed that it was the same as usual, but after all, it took some time to choose, and she felt that there was still a difference, at least in her heart, she thought that she had spent a lot of effort, and many things were like this, so she had to lie to herself first.

It has been seven years since she started coming to her aunt at the age of 13, and Yun Shuqian only now feels like puberty is coming.

Like shallots and coriander on the balcony, there is a sense of sprouting.

……

"Mom, I'll go to Yun Shuqian's place, and I'll put breakfast on the table."

After Song Jiamu took a shower, he went out with his laptop and cat.

"Go so early?"

Li Yuan blinked.

Ever since I noticed the long hair on his shoulders last time, the more I look at these two guys, the more I feel that they are sneaking around. They seem to stay together every day, and they also stay at Yun Shuqian's house until eleven o'clock at night. It's past eight o'clock now?

She doesn't understand things about being young, but if it's Yun Shuqian, her mother will support her.

"It's very busy, we code every day."

"At noon, you ask Shang Qianqian to come over for dinner at home. She doesn't need to bother cooking at home, and comes over to eat together."

"Okay."

Song Jiamu went out.

Closed the house, traveled a long distance, and came to Yun Shuqian's house.

Feeling like a secret agent handing over, the girl quickly opened the door, Song Jiamu also quickly went in, and then Yun Shuqian quickly closed the door.

"Well~~every year~~"

"Meow~"

Yun Shuqian hugged Niannian and had breakfast with Song Jiamu.

People in southern Jiangsu love to eat wontons, and they can be divided into big wontons and small wontons. The light one is a common way for old Suzhou people to eat. A bowl of small wontons plus two gnocchi will start a morning full of happiness.

The shallots and coriander grown on the balcony are ready to eat. Yun Shuqian and Song Jiamu each pinched a little, washed them briefly, and then shredded them with their hands and put them in the soup. The aroma was rich.

"You want to go out?" Song Jiamu asked.

"No, aren't you typing at home today?"

"Oh, seeing that you're dressed so beautifully, I thought you were going out." Song Jiamu's compliment was natural.

So Yun Shuqian straightened her chest out calmly, and she was very happy to see that he had attracted his attention.

"I usually wear it like this, nothing special."

"Really, you don't usually wear shorts at school, but this is also good, your legs can be covered super white. I thought you were only wearing pajamas when you were at home on weekends."

"No, even if I'm alone at home, I will wear it like this."

"Isn't it cold? It's still a little cold in the morning."

"Don't you wear shorts too..."

"I just exercised, and my whole body is hot."

After breakfast, Song Jiamu packed up the lunch box, tied the plastic bag tightly and put it next to the trash can.

Yun Shuqian also came out with her laptop.

Because Song Jiamu also wanted to code together, the two sat down at the dining table.

Song Jiamu pulled the power strip over, and connected the power cords of their laptops.

"You don't need to cook at noon, come to my house to eat."

"No."

"My mother asked you to come. I guess she will send you a message later, so you can come."

"...I always feel embarrassed."

"It's not the first time. Don't be embarrassed. Don't forget, you have to take the initiative to reconcile with me. Then you don't have to go to my house as much as before."

Hearing what he said, the reserved girl can't help it. She still hasn't figured out how to become "she has to find a way to get along with him"...

"Stop talking, I'm going to start coding."

Yun Shuqian sat down opposite him.

"Let's spell, start now, and finish at noon."

"Okay."

Yun Shuqian is not a girl who likes to fight with others, but if it is to fight with him, she is very happy.

She thought for a while and said, "Spelling is meaningless, let's make a bet."

"What bet?"

"The one who wins can draw a turtle on the one who loses! Don't wipe it off until you take a bath!"

"Where are you painting?"

"It will be all right."

"you said!!"

Song Jiamu looked her up and down, and before he started, he was thinking about where to draw the turtle.

"...Student Song Jiamu, I feel that your gaze is very obscene."

Yun Shuqian glared at him, a little timid, and changed her words: "You can only paint on the arms, legs, and face."

Song Jiamu suddenly lost interest.

"It's eight o'clock."

"Then let's begin."

Both fell silent.

Yun Shuqian's leg stretched to his side, and Song Jiamu's leg stretched to hers.

As usual, the two habitually cross each other.

But it was different from usual, both of them were wearing shorts at the moment, so when the skin of their legs touched, they both kept away from it with restraint.

As time passed, the legs avoiding each other bumped into each other again.

At the beginning, they were tentative, touched and separated, then touched again, separated again... Finally, they rubbed together as usual.

It wasn't until the two of them clamped their legs tacitly to prevent each other from dawdling, that they calmed down a little and began to type.

Anyway, the table is opaque, and no one can see it anyway.

If you can't see it, it didn't happen.

This is called Schrödinger's ambiguity.

(End of this chapter)