Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

I've never seen my father so angry.

The father in Song Qiaoxi's impression, although he loves to tease her, he has always had a good temper. He never blushes with others, and is even more so soft to her mother and herself.

He was always joked by other uncles, saying that he was "fear of his wife" and "daughter slave".

Is the child that Dad said about Chu Jin?

He was the only person who thought of it the first time.

Another uncle’s voice sounded like Uncle Wang. He was a bit impatient in his words, but he was obviously more rational than his father: "The child is poor. Lao Chu and Xiao Sun are our old neighbors and old colleagues. We must not just watch our child." No one cares about it, the big guys figure out a solution together."

The bicycle stopped in front of the simple shed at the entrance of the communication room, and she and her mother were very close to the crowd.

Song Qiaoxi saw clearly that the five or six people who formed a circle under the shed were all uncles who had just returned home from get off work in the compound. Of course, they also included her father, Uncle Wang, and Uncle Ding.

"Brother Song, don't be too impulsive. Have you discussed this with your younger siblings... Hey! Wife, younger siblings, come back from school, why is it so late..."

Uncle Ding smiled a little unnaturally, as he spoke, he patted his hand on Father Song's shoulder again.

Song Qiaoxi raised her face, her mother's expression was obviously unhappy, and her usual gentle and beautiful eyebrows suddenly became serious.

Several uncles scratched their heads, smirked and lighted the cigarette, which quickly dissipated.

Uncle Ding also seemed to draw a line, quickly moved to Mama Ding's side, and made a "retreat" gesture to Uncle Wang.

The focus of the audience suddenly focused on Dad.

Looking at his father, his face was flushed, and he glanced at the reception room extremely embarrassedly, as if he was hesitant to talk.

Song Qiaoxi's eyes moved intuitively to the communication room where the door was open and the lights were not turned on.

At a glance, her already nervous little heart jumped like a jump.

In the corner of the communication room, a large black schoolbag was placed. Upon closer inspection, the strap of the schoolbag was held tightly by a thin, pale hand.

There is only one thought in my mind, and I can't make myself regret it like the last time.

She stretched her hand to pull at the corner of her mother's skirt, and begged in a low voice: "Mom, hold me down."

Mother numbly lifted her from the car seat.

Song Qiaoxi looked up at her father coming with a smile on her face, took the handlebar from her mother, and started biting her ears with her mother.

Mother's complexion eased, causing her hanging heart to drop slightly, and she rushed into the communication room with her two short legs without looking back.

In the dimly lit communication room, what you see is a set of simple wooden tables and chairs. On the table are old enamel tea mugs that only serve the people. Uncle Li, the guardian, always drinks tea with it.

The corner of the wall was blackened by the coal stove in the winter. The skinny boy curled up in a dirty and dark corner, hugged his knees in one hand and shrank into a ball, while the other hand held the strap tightly, his fingertips squeezed. White.

As if hearing heavy footsteps, Chu Jin slowly raised his head.

Without the forehead concealment, a scary white face, only those big peach eyes are left.

It's just that now these eyes are red, and their dark eyes are like a dark and cold abyss, staring at her with resentment and chill.

Song Qiaoxi looked straight at those eyes, but didn't avoid it.

I opened my mouth to call out his name, but I don't know why. Looking at him like this, my throat seems to be blocked.

The hatred in Chu Jin's eyes didn't make her feel the slightest fear.

Because she knew that these hatreds were not for herself.

She has seen the most vulnerable side of the boy who closed herself up, seen his painful tears in his sleep, and seen him walking on thin ice to maintain his only self-esteem.

From the moment she accidentally saw Chu Jin at school, she was worried all afternoon.

Song Qiaoxi didn't dare to say that she understood him completely, but in another memory, she also grew up savagely without father and mother.

She can say that she understands Chu Jin's pain, even if she doesn't understand Chu Jin's hate, she will understand him better than others anyway.

In Chu Jinyin's gaze, Song Qiaoxi walked to him step by step.

Trying to control the balance, let this clumsy little body squat down at a distance of two fists from Chu Jin, his fleshy back leaning against the dirty corner.

She just accompany him silently, squatting for a long time.

Until the boy slowly lowered his eyes, the pointy chin was silently resting on his knees, and his tightness and hostility disappeared.

Chu Jin now looks like a pale puppet without a soul.

Song Qiaoxi remembered something, she decided to do something boldly.

The last time she did this, although people were asleep, it seemed to work?

Turning his head, he tilted his head and looked at Chu Jin who was sitting on the ground.

He hesitated to stretch out Chubby's hand, her palms were so tense that they were sweating slightly, she patted his forearms with the lightest force, and coaxed softly with an aura: "I'm not afraid or afraid, I'm not afraid..."

Chu Jin was surrounded by the sweet scent of Nuo Tuanzi's grandma, and on his bare arms, like a fluffy white rabbit, he sprayed the hot and humid breath with his three-petal mouth, soft and itchy.

It feels so familiar...

After more than a year of turbulent and displaced life, his memory became particularly clear. The only time he stole peace was when he lived in Song's house for a long time.

That night, in his sleep, it was the familiar smell of milk and soft little hands that gently patted him.

Chu Jin glanced slightly to the left. The little girl looked at him with **** grape-like eyes and looked at him without any fear. Tongyin said softly, "Chu Jin, don't be afraid..."

Afraid?

Shit, he is not afraid.

He is hate.

Hate the perpetrators of drunk driving who took the lives of parents, Hate uncle deceived his dying father to take good care of himself, and then sold all his family properties and disappeared without a trace.

I hate the uncle's family. When my parents were alive, they took care of them and contributed money to them, but they abused him in every possible way because they didn't get the money that the uncle turned into a seller.

He even hates the uncle who pretends to raise him and allows him to go to school, but actually wants to use his identity as a child to transport drugs. His father is an anti-narcotics policeman. Of course, he knows those powdery substances and the hideous and terrifying appearance of his uncle when his drug addiction occurs.

But the one I hate the most is myself.

He hates himself for not being strong enough to avenge his parents, hates himself for being weak and incompetent, and has no ability to live independently. When he hates to the limit, he hopes that the world will be destroyed together.

Listening to Nuo Tuanzi coaxing softly, looking at her clear eyes, and trembling a little, patted his fleshy hands, and an evil fire rose in Chu Jin's heart inexplicably.

He loosened the strap with his right hand, raised his hand irritably and knocked off the little hand on his left arm.

"Pop", the sound is very loud.

Chu Zhen thought, get out, he doesn't need anyone to be pitiful, and he doesn't want to be a burden to anyone.

She has a happy family, how can she understand her hatred and pain...

Chu Jin used his left light to see Nuo Tuanzi with a look of astonishment, and subconsciously withdrew his little fleshy hand.

Looking at her little hand in a daze, Song Qiaoxi's first reaction was that she felt pain when she patted the person.

Emma, ​​Chu Jin didn't have any flesh on her arm, thinking about patting gently, it seemed that she was trying too hard.

He sighed lightly, alas, I didn't eat so much meat for nothing, the little fat hands really have infinite power...

Immediately put his hands behind his back, the whole face leaned in front of him and whispered: "I'm sorry, did the pat hurt you? I'll be lighter next time."

"..."

Chu Jin turned his face in silence, and next time?

Holding his breath, he deliberately avoided the too sweet milk scent on the dumplings, which made him unable to think normally.

"Papa", the lamp in the communication room turned on.

Song Qiaoxi squinted her eyes, and just adjusted to the darkness, it would be vague to see everything.

A hoarse voice with a strong accent came from the condescending place: "Comrades, don’t mess around every day. The solution to the problem depends on the leadership. The senior director of the inner neighborhood committee must also inform, but this boy, you can’t stay tonight. Here I am."

"Uncle Li, the child is going back to my house today." It was mother's voice. After a few rapid footsteps, Song Qiaoxi was picked up from under her armpits by a pair of big hands, her legs were numb, and she could only tightly wrap her mother's neck with her hands. "Old Song, give Chu Jin the bag on his back."

"Yes, daughter-in-law." Dad blinked at the girl, making a grimace, and walked into the communication room in three steps and two steps. Hu Lu touched Chu Jin's head and picked up the schoolbag on the ground to tease him, "Chu Jin, What's the baby in you? It's quite heavy."

Dad reached out to Chu Jin with a big hand, and pulled him up from the ground.

Not knowing whether it was too hard or deliberately funny, Father Song leaned back exaggeratedly, and then burst into a hearty laugh.

Song Qiaoxi looked at them in her mother's arms not far and close, and she giggled twice by her father's amusement.

Suddenly, she was surprised to find Chu Jin's pale face, as if for a moment, a shallow arc flashed across the corner of her mouth.

-

After arriving home that night, Song Qiaoxi has been carefully observing the expressions of her parents since dinner.

At the entrance of the communication room, she clearly remembered her mother's face was very ugly when she heard her father say "I want to raise Chu."

I'm afraid that because of this incident, parents will quarrel and conflict.

In my impression, my parents occasionally quarreled and never quarreled seriously, but my mother looked so ugly in front of her, it was the first time.

Although her parents did nothing to her and Chu Jin all night, Song Qiaoxi was still worried until she came out of the bathroom brushing her teeth and went back to the bedroom to climb onto the big bed.

Chu Jin went into the bathroom to wash after her. Father and mother whispered in the kitchen, and she could not hear anything in the bedroom with the door closed.

Just after being washed by her mother and sprinkled with Liushen toilet water, Song Qiaoxi had wet hair on her shoulders, lying on the mat and flipping through "Mickey Mouse" magazine absently.

I went through the little information about Chu Jin’s childhood in the original book. He was abandoned by relatives and lived on the street. He was finally sent to a reformatory center for “problem children” because of anti-social behavior.

But the book didn't mention anything about the Song family taking him in twice, and Chu Jin's brother-in-law was indeed the last relative to abandon him.

In any case, she believed that her parents and the uncles and aunts in the compound would not let Chu Jin live on the streets.

Could it be that things have started to change?

If you follow this direction, no matter how you look at it, it will be a good change.

"Boom", there was a loud noise from the bathroom, as if something had fallen.

Song Qiaoxi was startled, "huh" sat up from the bed, crawling to the side of the bed with hands and feet looking for slippers.

Just listen to the "cracking" noise of the bead curtain in the kitchen, followed by the messy footsteps of parents wearing slippers.

"Chu Jin, what's the matter?"

Mom knocked on the door anxiously, turned the doorknob, the door was locked, and no one inside responded.

Dad was so anxious that his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and he pulled his mother aside: "Child, are you okay, Uncle Song hit the door when he counted three!"