Enter the Room

  Chapter 63 Chapter 63

  Yuan Yunzhong's faint tone contained a hint of teasing that he didn't notice, waiting to see Song Jiyun blushing, at a loss, or becoming angry from embarrassment.

  But Song Jiyun's eyes just lit up, and he sat directly beside the bed.

   "Okay!" Her light words hit his chest hard.

  His hand hanging down his body was clenched into a fist, and he stared at her.

  Song Jiyun acted as if he didn't notice anything, smiled and patted the bed board lightly, and whispered to him: "We are one and a half."

  Her expression and demeanor were as calm and graceful as ever, and when she looked at him, her eyes were as clear and bright as ever, clear and transparent.

  It seems that what she agreed to at this moment is a very common thing.

  Yuan Yunzhong suddenly felt that the room was stuffy and hot, and a hint of impetuousness suddenly emerged in his heart.

  He said in a deep voice, "I meditate!"

   "You've been tired all day too," Song Jiyun said with a brisk smile, "How about we take turns to rest? You can still watch the night."

   When she spoke, she leaned slightly, and Yuan Yunzhong could even feel the temperature of her body.

  He couldn't help standing up quickly, and said: "Forget it! You keep watch at night, what can you watch? I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep!"

   "That's fine!" She said briskly, took off her shoes and went to bed, leaned against the wall, yawning, "If you are tired, call me!"

   fell asleep on his own.

  In the darkness, Yuan Yunzhong sat motionless on the head of the bed, her long and slow breathing was heard by her ears.

  His eyes flickered and looked towards Song Cuyun.

  She kept the same posture for a long time, obviously a little tired. The head tilted slowly to the left, and then straightened again in a daze after hitting the wall. After a while, the head slowly tilted to the right again.

  The right side is empty, if it falls down, it will definitely fall directly to the ground!

   Before he could decide whether to take care of her or not, he found that he had already leaned forward and reached out to support Song Jiyun's head.

  Yuan Yunzhong froze for a moment, sat beside her, and straightened her upright.

  She fell down again suddenly, just leaning on his shoulder.

  Yuan Yunzhong suffocated for breath, and his body suddenly became stiff.

   In his mind, her white and round shoulders appeared in his mind when he was still living in the yarn cabinet.

  He seemed to smell the faint fragrance of jasmine again.

  Turning her head, she saw her face close at hand. She was sleeping soundly, less flamboyant and flamboyant than usual, and more serene and soft.

  Smooth forehead, straight nose bridge, long and curled eyelashes, quiet like a painting.

  Yuan Yunzhong's lips were drawn into a line, and he couldn't help stretching out a finger, and lightly touched her cheek.

  Soft, bouncy, white, like glutinous rice dumpling.

  If she felt something, she murmured a few syllables, as if trying to break free from his fingers, shook her head and sat upright, but after a few breaths, she fell to the other side.

   Yuan Yunzhong was afraid that she would hit the wall again, so he quickly reached out to help her.

  She immediately leaned against him again, fell on his shoulders, and rubbed against his shoulders, she slept more soundly, her even breathing was ambiguous in her ears, and the numbness went into her bones...

  Yuan Yunzhong lowered his head, stared at Song Jiyun for a long time, and closed his eyes.

  A white streak appeared on the horizon.

   Zhao Qi and his wife got up lightly.

  Yuan Yunzhong glanced at Song Jiyun who was sleeping soundly, but did not move.

  The door was suddenly pushed open.

   "Ah!", the young woman's sharp cry woke up Song Jiyun.

  She opened her eyes sleepily, only to see Aunt Zhao Qi covering the mouth of a young girl, and said embarrassedly: "You sleep, you sleep! We don't pay much attention here."

  But she changed the subject and said again: "Since you eloped, you shouldn't be called brother and sister, you should be called husband and wife. It also saves me from taking out the two new bedding."

   "What?" Rao Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong were both people who had not changed their expressions before the collapse of Mount Tai. At this time, they both changed their expressions drastically at the words of Mrs. Zhao Qi, "Elope?!"

   Zhao Qisao looked at them embarrassingly, and said, "It's not elopement, why are you in the same room? And..."

  She blushed embarrassingly.

  Song Jiyun realized that he was sitting sideways at this moment, as if being held in Yuan Yunzhong's arms.

  She couldn't help but stroked her forehead, and looked towards Yuan Yunzhong.

  Yuan Yunzhong looked at Mrs. Zhao Qisao and the young girl with cold eyes, his eyes were as frosty as snow, soaking in his heart.

   Both of them shuddered at the same time.

Zhao Qisao was even more flustered than Song Jiyun's client. While dragging the young woman out, she said, "Since you are already awake, I won't come here to call you anymore. I'll go and bring you face water, and you can freshen up." Now, you can have breakfast."

  Song Jiyun spread his hands helplessly, coughed uncomfortably, and said to Yuan Yunzhong: "Anyway, we met by chance, maybe we will never see each other again after we leave here. They can say whatever they want!"

  Yuan Yunzhong was noncommittal.

Song Jiyun quickly put these things behind him, walked to the door, looked around, and said to Yuan Yunzhong: "I see that Maochu looks like this, why don't we have breakfast and bring some steamed buns or something , let's go!"

  She is still worried about the group of people who chased them yesterday.

  Yuan Yunzhong nodded.

  Sister-in-law Zhao Qi came in with washing water, but she didn't enter the door. She explained to Song Jiyun at the door: "Just now is my daughter-in-law who has never been married. She didn't know that you were staying here, so she offended her."

  Song Jiyun shook his hand with a smile, said a few polite words, and proposed that breakfast was not needed, and he took some steamed buns and left.

   "How can this work!" Aunt Zhao Qi shook her head like a rattle, "Anyway, I have to eat breakfast before leaving."

She said, looking at Yuan Yunzhong with some fear, pulled Song Jiyun out of the door, and said in a low voice: "Sister, I think it's fake for you to visit relatives in Jingdezhen, and it's true that you want to avoid people at home! Instead of I don’t know if going to Jingdezhen is good or bad, it’s better to stay in our village!”

  Song Jiyun's eyes sank slightly.

Aunt Zhao Qi patted her on the shoulder carelessly and affectionately, and said, "Isn't your husband good at painting? We have a job here, and there is a shortage of people who can paint. At most three to five months, I guarantee that you will at least be able to paint." Earn fifty taels of silver."

  Song Jiyun thumped in his heart, knowing that he had guessed right.

  This Zhaojiaji has wild kilns.

   I'm afraid that those who pursued them also have something to do with this place.

  She took a deep breath and said awkwardly: "But we have already discussed with my aunt."

   "What's the matter!" Zhao Qisao smiled nonchalantly, "Let our boy send a letter to your aunt."

  Is this trying to force them to stay?

  Song Jiyun remained calm and murmured: "I have to discuss this with the young master."

  As she spoke, she saw a young girl supporting an old woman, surrounded by several young women, and walked in.

   Before the people arrived, the old woman said loudly: "Zhao Qi's family, I heard that there is a pair of young masters who have eloped, and the young lady can still draw? You keep them, and we will arrange a wedding for them."

   Revised draft!

  (end of this chapter)