Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 125 Let's Go!Song Zhutou! (seeking subscription)

On the first day of the holiday, Song Jiamu woke up at six o'clock in the morning.

Maybe it’s God’s blessing, and I’m considerate of their rare trip out of the city to collect scenery. Some time ago, the weather forecast said that it would rain on May [-]st, but when I looked at it yesterday, the destination Suzhou and Hangzhou were also cloudy and sunny.

Even counting childhood, this was the first time that Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian had left Sunan with each other, and it was only them.

The high-speed rail ticket was booked at 09:30 in the morning. Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian did not ask Song Chi to drive it. It felt like when they knew the way from home to school in elementary school, and the two never saw each other again. I have been picked up by the elders, but I prefer to go to and after school with each other, play on the road, scrape together the pocket money in each pocket to buy an ice cream, and then you eat it one bite at a time. became very happy.

If the elders come to pick them up, it is equivalent to missing a way to be alone with each other.

"I'm going for a run, and you're not up yet."

Song Jiamu said something into the video with the volume of speaking in his ear.

The girl covering her head with the quilt on the pillow groaned twice, turned around, and got under the quilt to ignore him.

When self-discipline became a habit, Song Jiamu would not use this as an excuse to interrupt his running even if he had to travel far later.

For him, exercising has become secondary. The important thing is whether he can persevere. This is also his determination to have a good relationship with her. He cannot relax just because the relationship between the two has gradually become intimate.

What he said to Yun Shuqian last time was the truth. The most important meaning of the memory is to make him start to reflect. He remembers every stage of getting along with Yun Shuqian and how it became what it is now, so he must learn to control himself do the right thing.

Going out, today is still the new route, passing the landscape bridge, the old pier, and finally to the Linjiang Lake scenic spot, and then running straight back from there, the whole journey is seven kilometers.

……

At seven o'clock, Song Jiamu rang Yun Shuqian's doorbell with breakfast in hand.

Yun Shuqian just woke up, still hugging the pillow in her arms, rubbing her eyes as if sleepy, her hair was messed up, she slept with enviable bangs, and there were some pressed red marks on her pretty face.

"Just woke up? I've already run seven kilometers!"

"I fell asleep very late last night."

"Didn't you sleep with me?"

"You have the nerve to say it! You fell asleep in 5 minutes! I don't talk to you when I talk to you!"

"Why do I care about you when I'm asleep..."

Because Yun Shuqian was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night when she thought of going to Suzhou and Hangzhou to collect wind with him tomorrow, thinking about going out to play over and over again.

For a while, I thought about where to go, and for a while, I thought about living in the same room with him. I also searched a lot of precautions for boys and girls living together on Baidu, and even hesitated at the check-out button of the double room I booked Yu many times.

But this guy slept like a pig's head, leaving her alone to think about it.

"It's time to brush your teeth and have breakfast. We're leaving at [-]:[-]. Have you packed everything?"

"It's already ready, how about yours?"

"Everything is ready!"

"Bye-Bye."

Yun Shuqian closed the door, put the breakfast on the table, threw the pillow back into the room, brushed her teeth and washed her face quickly, combed her hair with a small comb, and patted her face with both hands. Her face had a little bit of baby fat, which belonged to a special kiss kind of.

She changed into a gentle long skirt. Recently, whenever she went out to play with him, she would wear a skirt.

I ran into my mother's room, took the eyebrow pencil and simply hooked the eyebrows, and then applied a little light-colored lipstick, pursed my lips to make the color even, and it was considered a good makeup.

As for concealer powder, she didn't use it too much, her skin was very good, and it didn't make much difference if she put on powder or not, anyway, he couldn't tell.

The key is that she went to bed late. If she woke up an hour earlier, then Yun Shuqian would definitely dress up seriously. As for why she went to bed late, it's not all his fault.

So blame him, blame him, it's all him.

After finishing all this, Yun Shuqian re-checked her luggage. Last night, she also packed for a long time. She originally wanted to bring a suitcase, but in the end she decided to travel light.

Compared with many girls, the things are not too much, but there is also a whole big backpack, the computer is placed in the mezzanine, clothes are in the middle, and there is a small bag, which is used to carry it on the shoulder. I can't carry such a big backpack everywhere.

People always remember that they forgot to bring something when they are on the road, so Yun Shuqian checks it early.

Then when I was eating breakfast, I was also thinking carefully about what else I didn't bring.

Last night on Baidu, many girls said that it is best to bring a pack of small safety umbrellas, after all, they live with boys, just in case.

She doesn't want to take it!
If Song Jiamu found out, wouldn't he die of embarrassment?

How could a reserved girl agree to such a thing!
During the video call with Song Jiamu last night, the two also checked their luggage. He brought a lot of things that can be used together, so she didn't have to.

For example, if he brings the charging cable of the laptop, then her computer can also be used, so there is no need to bring it.

After breakfast, it was already seven forty.

Yun Shuqian put on a pair of white shoes, carried the big travel backpack, and rang the doorbell of Song Jiamu's house.

It was Li Yuan who opened the door.

"Morning Auntie."

"Qianqian cleaned up so quickly? Come in and sit down first, you don't need to change your shoes. Auntie will mop the floor later."

Yun Shuqian sat on the sofa and waited for him, put down her schoolbag, and played with Niannian in her arms.

"Well~ Niannian, we are going to work outside, you should know obediently when you are at home."

"Meow wow."

Niannian is very sensible, thinking that Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian are going to work hard to earn a small fish for it, it is very obedient.

Not long after, Song Jiamu also came out of the room with his bag on his back, and Yun Shuqian also picked up his backpack and stood up.

"Mom, let's go then."

"Be careful on the road, and remember to call when you arrive."

"Know it."

"Take care of Qianqian!"

"Know it."

Song Jiamu also kissed Niannian in his arms, which happened to be where Yun Shuqian kissed just now.

The girl gave him a blank look, but didn't remind him.

The two of them came out of the house, went downstairs, and walked to the community. The morning sun had already set, and the warmth on their bodies was very comfortable.

"Uncle Liu, what about washing turtles?"

"Hey, where are you two going this early in the morning?"

"Go to Suzhou and Hangzhou to play."

"Hey, how about the West Lake?"

"correct."

Song Jiamu smiled and chatted with the gatekeeper, Uncle Liu, and Yun Shuqian also obediently called, "Morning, Grandpa Liu"

After leaving the community, starting here is part of the journey.

An unknown bird was flying happily on the green belt, the sky was blue, the sun was shining brightly, and the girl was in a beautiful mood.

"Give me the backpack."

"what?"

"I'll help you carry it."

Song Jiamu talked to Yun Shuqian while walking.

The girl herself is petite. Her travel backpack is floral-colored. It looks like the kind used by girls, but it is not small. She carries it behind her back like a thick shell. What she wears is a long skirt, which makes her look more delicate, but the backpack is as heavy as Wuzhishan.

"No, I can carry it myself."

"Bring it to you, don't take advantage of it, and say you are smart."

Song Jiamu stopped in front of her, grabbed the shoulder strap of her backpack with both hands, and took it off her slender shoulders.

The collar of the girl's skirt was lifted a little, and she could see the extremely fair skin and delicate collarbone on her shoulders.

"You are the one who helped me memorize it. I have no unspoken rules for you."

"Yes, yes, it's a great honor to be able to help the president carry the bag."

Song Jiamu himself was also carrying a large black backpack on his back, so he carried her floral backpack on his chest. As a result, he became very bloated, while the girl beside him was relaxed, like the wind-quilted backpack. The blown skirt is full of light and fluttering flavor.

"Then do you feel heavy?"

"I don't feel heavy when I carry you on my back. I have great strength."

"Stinky fart, you will be very heavy after a while."

Without the weight of the backpack, Yun Shuqian became a bird, and even her steps seemed to be jumping and jumping, light and comfortable.

She enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of by him, and was very close to him.

The subway station is not far away, and after walking about a kilometer, I saw the stop sign.

"Face mask."

"Where did you put it?"

"I'll get it."

Song Jiamu stopped, and she stood in front of him, unzipped her own backpack, and took out two masks from the outermost pack.

Song Jiamu lowered his head, she was stunned, and then helped him put on the mask, obviously his own hands were also empty.

Putting on the mask, checking the travel code of the health code, and passing through the security inspection machine with her backpack, she waited at the exit of the security inspection machine, and quickly pulled out the two heavy bags. Song Jiamu took them and carried them on her shoulders again.

Yun Shuqian seldom takes the subway. There are quite a lot of people at the moment, and most of them have bags like the two of them. Especially the line to the high-speed rail station has a lot of people waiting in line.

The two stood side by side. When the subway didn't come, the glass was like a mirror, reflecting the two of them.

It was only at this time that Yun Shuqian realized that he was so tall when looking at him from the third perspective.

"Song Jiamu, stand up straight."

"what."

"Compare."

Song Jiamu stood up straight, and she also stood up straight. Only then did Song Jiamu realize that she was 'looking in the mirror'.

She is 1.6 meters and [-] meters tall, just reaching his shoulders. She is wearing a gentle floral dress, her hair is loose behind her, and Song Jiamu next to her is carrying bags for two people. He is sunny and handsome, standing tall at her Surrounded by a sense of security.

Yun Shuqian took out her mobile phone and took a picture against the reflection of the glass.

"Travel, let's go!"

After the photo was taken, the train also entered the station, and the light and shadow interlaced.

She only felt that her small hand was wrapped by a warm and generous hand, and Song Jiamu held her.

"Let's go."

"Oh oh..."

With Song Jiamu's protection, even in the process of squeezing into the subway, Yun Shuqian felt smooth.

He naturally took her hand to prevent being scattered by the crowd, and squeezed her inside.

There must be no place to sit. The two walked to the middle of the carriage. Song Jiamu held her with his right hand and the support pole beside him with his left hand. During the whole process, the girl obediently did not say a word.

When the door closed and the train started to move, she staggered a little, but Song Jiamu only needed a little force to hold her hand, and she easily stabilized her figure.

As the train gradually stabilized, Yun Shuqian also felt that the hands held by the two began to heat up little by little, and finally felt hot. Her palms were sweating, and the floral skirt followed the train gently. Shaking on the ground, her slender and tight body was also sticking to his side, her other hand clenched her small fist tightly, her heart was beating violently, her cheeks were also flushed, but luckily he couldn't tell he was wearing a mask.

"You, you still don't let go..."

"What?" Song Jiamu pretended to be stupid.

"hand."

"Oh, I'm afraid you're lost."

Only then did Song Jiamu reluctantly let go of the softness in his palm.

I really have to admire the ancients' descriptions. The girl's hands are not like catkins, they are thin and soft, but also like a piece of warm jade, smooth and cool.

"I'm not a child."

Seeing him let go of his hand, Yun Shuqian also heaved a sigh of relief. The feeling of being held by him made her both nervous and enjoyable, but for now, nervousness and anxiety still occupy most of her emotions.

She wanted to hold on to something, but there were no poles or handrails around, unless she was willing to take a step away from Song Jiamu's side.

"Hold me up and it will be fine."

"Not so good……"

"What's the matter, no one knows us, and we're still wearing masks."

Song Jiamu grabbed her hand again and placed it on his waist.

Yun Shuqian was coy for a while, and after he let go, her hand was on his waist and she didn't take it back again, and she was too embarrassed to put it on him completely, but she just pinched the corner of his clothes with a few fingers.

There is no need to change lines to the high-speed rail station, but there is still a distance. It will take more than half an hour. It is only early in the morning at 09 o'clock in the morning, and the high-speed rail ticket is at 30:[-], so there is plenty of time.

From just pinching the hem of his clothes at the beginning, to the turbulence when the train stopped and started, the girl's hands were completely around Song Jiamu's waist, and she was getting closer to him. The two stood sideways, but the one in the middle The body is almost completely attached.

Is there a possibility that she can actually hold the backpack?

In order to hide her lack of restraint, she stretched out her palm to Song Jiamu.

"Why? Want to hold hands?"

"Go away. Didn't you bring chewing gum, give me a piece."

"..."

It's over!How can there be chewing gum!He didn't bring chewing gum!

"Uh, I forgot to take it back when I took it out to eat in the morning. I have fruit candy in my pocket, would you like it?"

Yun Shuqian glanced at him suspiciously, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Take it yourself."

Song Jiamu held the support pole with his left hand, held the mobile phone with his right hand, and turned his right leg to her side, which meant that the candy was in his trouser pocket.

Yun Shuqian's little hands got in and fumbled in his trouser pocket.

Song Jiamu's thigh muscles tensed instantly, as if he had gotten into a naughty eel.

"No……"

"Is it on the left?"

"What is this..."

"Little charging treasure, don't take it out, don't take it out! I'll give it to you."

Only then did Yun Shuqian realize that this action seemed a bit strange, and the passengers sitting around looked at them in surprise.

She pulled up the mask a little more, glared at him fiercely and said, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"The conscience of heaven and earth, it really wasn't intentional!"

Song Jiamu took out the candy from his left trouser pocket.

Yun Shuqian took the candy, tore off one and put it into his mouth, and then tore off another, pinching the candy with tender fingers, Song Jiamu also cooperated to pull off the mask, and she stuffed the candy into his mouth .

His fingers touched his lips, which felt warm and moist.

She froze for a moment, then withdrew her hand.

The stripped icing was crumpled into a ball and stuffed back into his trouser pocket.

(End of this chapter)