Enter the Room

There was a hint of teasing in Yuan Yunzhong's calm tone, waiting to see Song Jiuyun blushing, feeling helpless, or getting angry from embarrassment.

But Song Jiuyun just brightened up and sat directly on the bed.

"Okay!" She said these two words lightly, but she hit his chest hard.

His hands hanging down on his body were clenched into fists and he looked at her intently.

Song Jiyun, however, seemed oblivious, smiled, patted the bed board gently, and whispered to him: "We each have half."

Her expression and behavior were as calm, calm, generous and decent as ever, and her eyes when looking at him were as clear, bright and clear as ever.

It seemed that what she agreed to at this moment was an ordinary thing.

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

He said solemnly: "I meditate!"

"You have been tired all day today," Song Jiyun said with a brisk smile, "How about we take turns to rest? We can also keep vigil."

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

He couldn't help but stood up quickly and said: "Forget it! What can you do if you keep watch at night? I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep!"

"Okay!" She said cheerfully, rustlingly taking off her shoes and getting on the bed, sitting against the wall and yawning, "If you're tired, just call me!"

He fell asleep minding his own business.

In the darkness, Yuan Yunzhong sat motionless on the head of the bed, her long and gentle breathing in his ears.

He looked at Song Jiyun with clear eyes.

She stayed in the same position for a long time and was obviously tired. The head slowly tilted to the left, and after hitting the wall, it moved back to the right position in a daze. 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 care about her or not, he found that he had already leaned forward and reached out to hold Song Jiyun's head.

Yuan Yunzhong was stunned for a moment, then sat next to her and straightened her upright.

She suddenly fell down again, leaning on his shoulder.

Yuan Yunzhong's breath was suffocated, and his body suddenly became stiff.

He thought of her fair, round shoulders when he still lived in the gauze closet.

He seemed to smell the faint jasmine fragrance again.

Turning her head, she saw her face close at hand. She was sleeping soundly, less showy and showy than usual, and more peaceful and gentle.

Smooth forehead, straight bridge of nose, long and warped eyelashes, as quiet as a painting.

Yuan Yunzhong pursed his lips into a line, and couldn't help but stretched out a finger and lightly touched her cheek.

Soft, bouncy, and white, like glutinous rice dumplings.

If she felt something, she murmured a few syllables, as if trying to break away from his fingers, shook her head and sat upright, but within 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 give her a hand.

She immediately leaned on him again, and fell on his shoulder. Not only did she rub his shoulder, she slept more soundly, and her even breathing blew vaguely into her ears, numbing her bones...

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

A streak of fish belly white appeared on the horizon.

Zhao Qi and his wife got up gently.

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

The door was suddenly pushed open.

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

She opened her eyes sleepily and saw Sister-in-law Zhao Qi covering the mouth of a young girl, saying sheepishly: "You guys sleep, you sleep! We don't pay that much attention here."

But she changed the topic and added: "Since you eloped, you shouldn't call us brother and sister, you should call us husband and wife. This saves me from taking out two new beddings."

"What?" Even though Song Jiyun and Yuan Yunzhong were both people whose expressions had not changed despite the collapse of Mount Tai, their expressions changed greatly at the words of Zhao Qisao, "Elope?!"

Sister-in-law Zhao Qisha looked at them with disbelief and said, "It's not an elopement, why are you in the same room? And..."

She blushed sheepishly.

Only then did Song Jiyun realize that he was sitting sideways, as if he was being held in Yuan Yunzhong's arms.

She couldn't help stroking her forehead and looking towards Yuan Yunzhong.

Yuan Yunzhong looked at Sister-in-law Zhao and the young girl with cold eyes, his eyes were as frosty as snow, which soaked his heart.

Both of them shuddered in unison.

Sister-in-law Zhao Qi was even more panicked than Song Jiyun. She dragged the young woman out and said, "Since you have woken up, I won't come over to call you anymore. I will go bring you face wash right away while you freshen up." Now you can have breakfast."

Song Jiyun spread his hands helplessly, coughed uncomfortably, and said to Yuan Yunzhong: "Anyway, we all meet by chance, and 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 all this behind his mind, walked to the door, looked around for a few times, and said to Yuan Yunzhong: "I see how this is Mao Chu, why don't we skip breakfast and bring some steamed buns or something?" , just leave!”

She was still worried about the group that chased them yesterday.

Yuan Yunzhong nodded.

Sister-in-law Zhao Qisha came in with face wash, but did not enter the door. She explained to Song Jiyun at the door: "It was my daughter-in-law who had never been here before. She didn't know that you were staying in this house, so she offended her."

Song Jiyun smiled and waved his hand, said a few polite words, suggested that there would be no need for breakfast, and he would grab a few steamed buns and leave.

"How can this be done!" Sister-in-law Zhao Qi shook her head like a rattle, "No matter what, we have to have breakfast before leaving."

As she spoke, she glanced at Yuan Yunzhong with some fear, pulled Song Jiyun out of the door, and said in a low voice: "Sister, I think it's a lie that you went to Jingdezhen to visit your relatives. It's true that you want to avoid people at home! You and me I don’t know whether it’s good or bad to go to Jingdezhen, it’s better to stay in our village!”

Song Jiuyun's eyes darkened slightly.

Sister-in-law Zhao Qisha patted her shoulder carelessly and affectionately, and said: "Don't your husband-in-law know how to paint? We have a job here and we need someone who can paint. It will take three to five months at most, and I guarantee that you can at least do it." Earn fifty taels of silver."

Song Jiyun's heart thumped, and he knew he had guessed correctly.

This Zhaojiaji has a wild kiln.

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

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

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

Are you trying to force them to stay?

Song Jiyun remained calm and said thoughtfully: "I have to discuss this with Young Master."

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

Before anyone arrived, the old woman had already said loudly: "From Zhao Qi's family, I heard that a young man and young lady have eloped. Can the young man also paint? You keep them and we will arrange a wedding for them."

Revised draft!