Falling in love with Ome

Chapter 95
I have stayed at Song Jiamu's house for a long time tonight, and after dinner, Yun Shuqian didn't go to his room anymore.

It was getting so late that it was not safe for the girl to go home alone, so Song Jiamu ran all the way to take her home in person.

Actually, it's good to be so close.

If, just in case, for example, if the two of them get married, they don't have to think about whose house they will spend the New Year with. Even if there is a quarrel, it doesn't take much trouble for him to go to his natal house to pick her up.

Then the circle of friends of the two overlapped again. If a friend got married or something, the two of them went together, and only one gift was required, and then the two of them ate together, feeling happy.

Hey, wait a minute, when that friend came to their wedding, didn't he also lose a share? !

Song Jiamu returned to his room and took a shower.

Since Yun Shuqian talked about him last time, he didn't put his underwear in the washing machine to wash together. Instead, he squeezed some shower gel in the shower room, scrubbed them, wrung them dry, and then let them hang out.

Sit in front of the computer, finish writing the activity report to be handed over to her, and send it to her on WeChat.

Yunzhupo: "Send it to our large group."

Song Zhutou: "Is it so particular?"

Yun Zhupo: "Be serious, you think that the club of two people is just playing tricks."

Song Jiamu had no choice but to send the activity report to the large group with up to two people.

Pork Yun: "[Yun Yunyun also needs to drink more water today - pats Song Jiamu and pouted her butt]"

Yun Zhupo: "Read."

Yunzhupo: "@宋佳木! Why haven't you changed your pat!!"

Song Zhutou: "I'm sorry, I'll change it now."

Yun Yunyun: "[Yun Yunyun wants to drink more water today - pat Song Jiamu, and call out brother, your president is so fierce]"

Yunzhupo: "Voice [60s]"

Song Jiamu didn't dare to listen to her voice, put down his phone, and sorted out the inspiration for the new book.

Opening a new book is not a matter of opening a new book on a whim. You must first have inspiration, and then polish it, find out the market position, and ponder the selling points of the work, and then start to build the outline and character design. If you don't know the knowledge, you have to check a lot of information.

Song Jiamu felt very relaxed after a few days of no coding. Daily updates are really tiring. What can be called a rest is after finishing the book.

The boss can rest for a year or so without being afraid, but Song Jiamu can't. He doesn't have many fans in the first place, and if he rests for too long, everyone will run away.

To be honest, what attracts him most now is not how much money the new works can make, but what Yun Shuqian said last time, if his subscription results are twice as high as hers, she will abdicate.

This made Song Jiamu full of energy. He has been oppressed by her for a long time, and this time he must find an opportunity to overwhelm her.

Although he has never written a book with a lot of achievements before, this book has also gained him a lot of experience. People always grow up by making mistakes. By observing the subscription data in the background, he gradually learned Knowing some laws of the market, knowing what people like to read and what they don't like to read, after writing a million-word book, he also knows what he is good at and what he is not good at.

Writing a book is a step-by-step process. Of course, those who are really talented are not excluded, but for most authors, this is a process of continuous improvement. Book, as long as you feel some rules, one day you suddenly get enlightened, and several previous books hit the street, but there are many people who take off with one book.

Before the inspiration was formed into an outline, it was all scattered things. Song Jiamu sat in a daze in front of the computer, occasionally raised his hand to type a few sentences on the keyboard, or clicked on the browser to look for some information or similar books.

Different people have different habits when thinking. For example, his father likes to drink cup after cup of strong tea. For example, his grandfather likes to smoke cigarette after puff.

Song Jiamu leaned back on the chair, raised his left foot and placed it on the chair, clasped his toes with his right hand.

His feet don't stink, he changes his socks every day, and the most expensive equipment on his body is the shoes, the worst equipment is also the shoes, even the newly bought pair of white shoes have someone's shoe prints on them.

Yun Shuqian didn't chat with him, but she was doing the same thing with him, of course not picking her toes.

She is also thinking about a new book, but her thinking habits are completely different from Song Jiamu's. She doesn't have any outline at all, at most one sentence, and what attracts her to write are the pictures that appear in her mind one by one. Think about such a picture, then find the feeling she wants from it, and finally write it out.

As for looking for information, before opening the book, she searched for the most information about the names of the male and female protagonists. This is an extremely important thing for her.

Choose the name first, then the hero and heroine will have a landing point, and the image will gradually become clear in her mind.

When thinking, Yun Shuqian doesn't pick her toes, but she likes to bite her fingers.

The computer screen in front of her was on, and she raised her legs and curled up on the computer chair together. Because she is small, this kind of movement was very easy for her. She made a half-fist with her left hand, and her small teeth gently gnawed on the index finger or the knuckle of the fist. .

Suddenly thinking of a few nice words, her eyes lit up, and she quickly typed on the keyboard to record them. Among the options, there are already several names, and in the end only two will stand out and become the male and female protagonists in her writing.

Time passed quickly, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Yun Shuqian knew that Song Jiamu was going to sleep, so she also turned off the computer and lay down on the bed.

Compared with Song Jiamu's bed, her bed is softer and softer, because she put a soft cushion on the mattress, the girl's skin is extraordinarily tender, she can't sleep on the bamboo mat, and she was outside during high school military training At the base, I slept on bamboo mats when I was staying temporarily. When I lay on my side, my shoulders and knees pressed against the hard mats hurt, and when I woke up, I would have red marks.

Of course, Yun Shuqian is not squeamish, she will not complain when she has no conditions, the military training in high school is quite tiring, more tiring than university, and it is outside the base, the conditions are very poor, several girls cried , she didn't cry.

At that time, Song Jiamu was named the captain by the instructor because he was tall, and was responsible for leading the drill and shouting slogans.

Song Jiamu was different from her. If Yun Shuqian was the captain, she must be very strict, while Song Jiamu always led everyone to be lazy behind the instructor's back.

Until one time when he was caught by the instructor, Song Jiamu took all the responsibilities and was punished for leapfrogging. The whole class watched him jump alone, but no one, including Yun Shuqian, felt that he was embarrassed. He is so handsome.

Occasionally, these memories will pop up in my heart inadvertently, and Yun Shuqian realizes that in her short 20 years of life, she has so many intersections with him, like bricks and tiles finally spliced ​​into a promise. The big Sunan is average.

After plugging the phone into the charging cable, she also used a bracket to set up the phone like Song Jiamu did, and adjusted the position of the camera.

She lay on the bed, covered the quilt, and held the sleeping bear in her arms.

The benefits of the small chest are reflected, even with the cub in his arms, after the quilt is covered, he doesn't feel crowded.

The poor sleeping bear hasn't been beaten for the past few days, and as a stand-in, it's finally the body's turn to suffer.

Lying on his side, Yun Shuqian stretched out his small hand to click on the screen, made a video call to him, then retracted his hand, tucked up the quilt to cover half of his small face, and watched with big eyes blinking, Until the screen was switched on, she hugged the bear even tighter.

In the picture is Niannian's butt.

"Every year."

Hearing someone call kitty, Nian Nian turned around, showing a big cat face.

Then a pair of big hands came out and hugged the kitten away, and Song Jiamu appeared in the screen with his upper body shirtless.

This bastard's figure is really good, very seductive, but Yun Shuqian still scolded him as a pervert.

"I'm used to sleeping with my clothes off, and it's uncomfortable with clothes on."

Song Jiamu lay down and pulled up the quilt to cover his body.

"Then I think you have slept well these two days." Yun Shuqian said.

"I sleep better with my clothes off."

"...You don't have any clothes on, do you?"

"There are still pants."

Song Jiamu said, "Do you want to see it?"

"Okay, let me take a look."

"..."

Song Jiamu threw off the quilt.

From the other end came Yun Shuqian'Ah!abnormal! ', and then she hid under the quilt.

After a while, she secretly poked a seam on the side of the quilt with her fingers, wanting to take a peek, but in the picture his quilt was still well covered, and he tricked him again.

The shy, annoyed and regretful girl got out of the quilt, she tucked the quilt up and said, "Song Jiamu, if you are such a rascal all day long, no girls will like you."

"Hey, who the hell wants to see my underpants?"

"Then if you don't ask me, will I take the initiative to say that I want to see it?"

"Then I don't ask you, how do I know whether you want to watch it or not."

Song Jiamu imitated her, pulling up the quilt to cover half of his face, she stared, and he also stared, she pulled down the quilt a little, and he also pulled it down a little.

Seeing him being so naive, Yun Shuqian somehow got amused by him.

With half of her face covered by the quilt, Song Jiamu couldn't imitate her smile, so he had to imitate her and narrow his eyes like a blind old man.

"Stop learning, who is so ugly."

"Isn't that the case, there is nothing I can't imitate."

"Then can you draw circles with your tongue and head in the opposite direction?"

"What's so difficult about that."

Song Jiamu drew circles with his tongue and head in reverse.

After drawing for a while, Song Jiamu finally realized that something was wrong when he saw Yun Shu rolling on the bed with a smile, covering the quilt without restraint, and even Nian Nian who was sitting on the bedside looking at him blankly.

"Goodbye."

"Don't hang up, don't hang up...! I'm afraid, I won't laugh anymore! Stop laughing!"

"I'm sleepy, I'm asleep, I don't care about you."

Song Jiamu closed his eyes, and after a while, there was a snoring sound.

Five minutes later, he secretly opened his eyes and looked at him. Yun Shuqian was still looking at him, and after realizing that he was pretending to sleep, she quickly closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, Song Jiamu had really fallen asleep.

Just looking at him quietly like this, listening to his slight snoring, until the eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and I don't know when they will close, and the girl also fell asleep.

I had a dream at night. I dreamed that I went back to the military training in the first year of high school. Why did the hard bed suddenly become soft?

She took a closer look, only to find that she was lying in Song Jiamu's arms.

She buttoned up her collar and said, we are still in military training, we can't do this!Song Jiamu, who was wearing a camouflage uniform, said to her, it's okay, let's go leapfrog together later.

It's over, the disease seems to be getting worse.

(End of this chapter)