Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 56 The girl is gentle and virtuous
Uncle Liu, the gatekeeper, adjusted his reading glasses. He was using Douyin, and in the picture, the aunts were twisting Yangko.

Looking up, he saw Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian walking in together harmoniously.

The last time I saw it, it was the last time...

oh!He remembered, it was the time he brought the cat back two days ago.

When was the last time?

Song Jiamu and Yun Shuqian had already gone upstairs, but Uncle Liu was still thinking about it. This would help prevent Alzheimer's, or it might be because he watched too many short videos, and he felt that his memory was not as good as before.

Of course, it didn't matter much to the janitor's job, because the property owner was his son.

It's just that he is more polite to the tortoise than to his son at ordinary times, and when he passes away, he has to pass the tortoise to his son to take good care of it.

Uncle Liu remembered until the cigarette in his pocket burned to the butt.

Probably when they graduated from high school, the two little ghosts carried books home together, and they were so harmonious.

Uncle Liu stubbed out the cigarette, lit another one, gave Gui a puff first, and then he continued to smoke.

"Old man, your addiction is almost bigger than mine."

The uncle breathed out the smoke ring comfortably, holding the mobile phone in his left hand, pointing the index finger of his right hand to swipe up the screen, and continued to swipe the next short video.

Spring is here, and the girl's clothes in the video are getting thinner and thinner.

……

"I am back."

Song Jiamu opened the door and entered the room, threw his schoolbag on the cabinet, supported the wall with one hand, and buckled off his shoes with the other.

Dad is in the study, mom is watching TV, watching the little goldfish every year.

Hearing the movement, Niannian jumped down from the cabinet, cocked his tail and rubbed him affectionately, and Song Jiamu played with it for a while with a cat teasing stick.

When he went to take a bath, the little cat jumped back on the cabinet, sat by the fish tank, and stared blankly at the three little goldfish through the glass.

The little goldfish were quite afraid of this guy at first, but after two days of looking at each other, the little goldfish were no longer afraid. Seeing the big cat slapped its face in front of the glass tank, they aggressively bumped into it through the glass.

Startled, Niannian shrank vigilantly, then raised her little paw to touch the fish tank.

The little goldfish floated up and spit out a few bubbles.

After taking a shower, Song Jiamu threw the changed dirty clothes into the washing machine, and sat in front of the computer to type.

When I was free during the day, I wrote a few sentences about the outline of the updated chapter today. When I coded at night, the speed was much faster. I still have to update [-] words tonight. Compared with the unshakable [-] words in the past, it is already Great progress has been made.

It's rare that he has a goal, and he told Yun Shuqian, so naturally he has to stick to it. He didn't expect her to stick a note on his face with disdain in the end.

It seemed that she heard the movement outside the room, Yun Shuqian came to see the cat, and could vaguely hear her talking with her mother.

Song Jiamu didn't go out. He opened the door and came out when the music of the washing machine finished washing the clothes. He took the clothes into the bucket and carried them to the balcony to dry them.

The girl sitting on the small bench playing with the cat also glanced at him pretending not to care.

Compared with the little restraint of the previous few days, she has become more and more comfortable coming to his house.

"Hey, don't run away every year..."

Seeing Song Jiamu go to the balcony, Nian Nian also ran out, and behind him, the girl put on her slippers and also ran out.

"Look, you still kiss me the most every year."

Song Jiamu was a little proud, picked up the cat, and put it on the balcony. Yesterday, my mother asked someone to seal up the balcony and windows of the house. During the day, every year, she would come to the balcony to bask in the sun.

"Hmph, when Niannian comes to live with me next month, I will soon forget about you."

Yun Shuqian came for 10 minutes before finding a chance to say a word to him. A reserved girl can't run into his room to talk to him.

She didn't really want to talk to him either, she came to his house to see the cat.

The two stood on the balcony, the night wind was blowing cool, the height of the 23rd floor could be seen far away, the lights of thousands of houses, the lights of vehicles converged into a golden river, and there were cruise ships on the Anjiang River, swimming slowly with lights on , if you are watching alone, you will have a feeling of being transformed into a speck of dust in the dark night.

Niannian likes to look at the distant scenery very much. When he was wandering, he only wanted to fill his stomach. Now that he has a home, Yun Shuqian is holding him. The girl and the cat stand on the balcony and look into the distance. The cat’s big blue eyes are very beautiful. Beautiful, Song Jiamu is drying clothes, looking warm.

"Why are you hiding in the room, playing games?"

"I have a goal and I am working hard to code."

As Song Jiamu said, he took down a clothes hanger, fished out a piece of clothing from the bucket and hung it up, and then stretched out his hand to hang it on the clothes rail.

Look, I also said that I don't do housework, just look at how diligent I am.

Yun Shuqian seemed to be able to see the complacency of this guy's pretentiousness, and asked sharply, "Is this how you dry clothes?"

"Otherwise, how else can I dry it?"

For boys, there are three standards for drying clothes, as long as they don't fall off;
"You also said that you can do housework, don't laugh at me to death."

Watching him hang his clothes, Yun Shuqian is almost at the point of being obsessed with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Whenever he sees a hole, he puts all his strength into the clothes hanger. The clothes never shake when he hangs them. I got up two floors, and even comforted myself, 'I was going to open it to dry'

If anyone marries him in the future, he will be mad at him just to dry the clothes.

"You hold Niannian."

Yun Shuqian couldn't stand it anymore, handed the cat to him, pushed him aside, took his hanger to dry the clothes, and took out the ones he had put on the hanger to re-shrink.

"Why don't you just dry the clothes, and you can still produce flowers?"

Song Jiamu muttered softly, and obediently stood aside with the cat in his arms.

All he washed was his own clothes, and he changed a lot today, and his parents had already washed them.

Among other things, seeing a girl hang clothes for him, this feeling is weird, inexplicably a sense of happiness...

"If you don't pat neatly, what's the difference between the dried bark and the old bark? One by one, it's hard and ugly."

Yun Shuqian skillfully shakes the clothes to level them, and then puts the hangers in. Some of the necklines are relatively small, and she doesn't stuff them tightly, but puts them on from the bottom, smoothing out the folded parts.

"Aren't they all the same, just wear it once..."

Song Jiamu felt the difference, and didn't dare to mutter too loudly.

"Then you might as well just put on your clothes and take a shower in the washing machine."

Yun Shuqian was not tall enough, so he could reach out and hang it on the clothes rack, but she couldn't, so she had to use a clothes support to push it up.

The girl's soft body stretched out, and the wind from the balcony blew her hair. She sometimes bent down and sometimes raised her arms.

Song Jiamu could smell the fragrance of her hair and felt that she had suddenly become very good-looking. Although there was a thorn in her mouth, there was an inexplicably gentle smell.

The clothes in the bucket were also reduced one by one. It was just a demonstration, but she asked her to dry all the clothes for him.

When she twisted Song Jiamu's underwear in her hands, the girl finally became restless.

"You even throw your underwear together for washing?!"

"Uh...this..."

The wet underpants were icy cold, but Yun Shuqian felt hot when holding them in his hands.

She took a sneak peek and found that the pants were terrible, they were almost worn out, and they were not willing to change them?

There was still a silhouette that had been worn for a long time in a certain position. The girl was ashamed and threw her panties on him, refusing to help him hang out any more.

"Dry it yourself!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)