Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Jiang Qisheng cried out of breath, so sad that he couldn't help himself.

To be honest, when Chu Jin fell, his skin was thick and thick, and it didn't hurt too much, but it was really too embarrassing.

Why is Chu Jin so thin and so energetic!

He hasn't practiced taekwondo for more than a year, and he goes to the gym every week. Why is Chu Jin still so good? !

Huh...

It's too unfair...

The onlookers talked and exclaimed, and the little girl secretly gave Chu Jin a thumbs up.

"Wow! Brother Chu Jin's actions just now were so handsome!"

"Didn't Dasheng say that he is better than Chu Jin? Puff..."

"He said he was great, so you believe it? He said that he was the first in the class last time, obviously the first place is Ding Miao!"

"I heard that Chu Jin also practiced Taekwondo before. I think he should be a red belt, a blue belt, and a black belt? Anyway, he is a hundred times more powerful than the yellow belt!"

......

Chu Jinqiao didn't even look at the little fat Dun crying so much that he kicked his legs, and went straight to Song Qiaoxi.

Nuo Tuanzi blinked, and the boy who walked over still had a cold face, but there was a trace of...worry in his eyes?

This kind of strange emotion has never been seen in Chu Jin.

"Are you okay?"

Chu Jin's tone was still faint, just knelt on one knee, leaning forward to look at her knees with his hands on the knees.

"Huh? It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, it's okay."

Frozen for a moment, staring at the top of his head, and hurriedly answered.

Song Qiaoxi scratched her head, didn't she feel that she was not so squeamish?

She found that Jiang Qisheng also got up from the ground, glared angrily at herself and Chu, and limped in the direction of the "cadre building" with a stomping foot.

Wouldn't Jiang Qisheng want to move to rescue soldiers?

His family lives on the south side of the compound, and those "cadre buildings" have little friends who Jiang Qisheng usually plays well.

Calling around like this every day, I really don’t have a head...

Why is the little boy so naive!

Thinking about this, Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand, trying to pull Chu Jin up from the ground.

"It’s okay. Let’s go home. Would you please tell me the story of "The Count of Monte Cristo"? Or if we watch TV, there will be "Animation City" at 5:30, and "Little Mouse on the Prairie" will be played. It looks good! You don't want to watch cartoons, so we can play gomoku, flying machines, checkers, monopoly?"

In one breath, he said many things that two children could do together, Xiao Nuo Tuan's eyes widened, looking at him expectantly.

"Ok."

Chu Jin nodded, agreed readily, waved his hand, and stood up without relying on her strength.

Song Qiaoxi raised her face and saw the setting sun slantingly hit the open space at the entrance of the boiler room, staining the roof of a bungalow with a golden color.

The wind in the late summer blew through several dense and tall locust trees in the courtyard, and the leaves made a "shalala" sound.

The air was filled with refreshing... the scent of cooking.

Immediately afterwards, in different unit buildings in the compound, many mothers' calls were heard one after another.

"Ball, what time is it, and I'm not going home for dinner!"

"Chen Xiaomin! Go home..."

"Song Niannian, go home soon!"

......

"Come on..."

"I know, mother!"

"Be right back!"

......

The cubs who were named agreed loudly and waved goodbye to their partners. It seemed that the people who had eaten melons had enough of the melons, and it was time to go home to eat.

A group of onlookers scattered around in twos and threes.

Nuo Tuanzi sniffed, swallowed saliva, and moved his right knee a little.

It started to sting a bit now, but it shouldn't prevent her from climbing up the ladder.

Just about to grab Chu Jin's wrist and go home together, the boy walked calmly in front of her, squatted with his back to her, and reached out to make a "come" posture.

A little at a loss, this is, want to carry her?

From this angle, you can see the bulging spine on Chu Jin's back, and the shoulder blades are also clearly visible.

Because of his height, the boy's shoulders looked wider than his peers, but they were still very shaky.

Facing the thin quack of ribs and small waist, Song Qiaoxi squeezed her belly through the skirt, and the corners of her mouth twitched twice.

This has to pounce hard and not crush him.

Harm, isn't it just rubbing a bit of skin on your leg, why might you be too squeamish to walk?

"Let's go, I'm very heavy, and I will press you down."

Song Qiaoxi dragged her right leg around to Chu Jin, grabbed his thin wrist, pushed the person up from the ground, and walked home without a second word.

Fearing that he would not believe it, he described it vividly: "It's like pressing rice into a rice crust, and it will become dry and flat after a ‘patter’."

what......

The crispy, burnt rice crust and the crispy rice crispy are also delicious...

I'm so hungry, but fortunately I can go home for dinner.

Listen to Nuo Danzi describe himself as "cooked rice"?

Chu Jin was really a little confused, and his mentality suddenly became dumbfounding.

His eyes fell on the soft, slightly damp little hand.

The tender white hands were not loose or tight on his wrists, and the sweet milky fragrance of the little girl seemed to float over, reminding him of the fluffy little white rabbit again.

Song Qiaoxi is now soft and glutinous, making people want to protect her.

But in my mind, I suddenly thought of her just now, with a small angry face, and the small curls on her head were about to stand up, and she opened her mouth to bite Jiang Qisheng.

Like a "little lion", fearless.

This made Chu Jin a little puzzled.

Girls, are they all like this?

Sometimes like a little rabbit, sometimes like a little lion?

Tuanzi couldn't walk fast, dragged her right leg and didn't dare to work hard, and Chu Jin also cooperated with her to walk slowly.

There is a small mouth next to him, and he keeps muttering along the way: "Mom's steamed sticky bean buns are delicious, but sweet, and they are not sticky. If you like, you can dip them in sugar? You like sweet and sour pork ribs. Do you want to eat it, braised octopus? I think you don’t like meat very much! You don’t eat very much fish, that’s not okay, children will not grow tall if they don’t eat meat..."

Song Qiaoxi speaks like Lianzhu Cannon, leaving him no room for answer at all.

It's like knowing in advance that I won't respond to these weird questions at all.

She just said to herself, said she was happy, and secretly wiped the corners of her shiny mouth with the back of her left hand.

Hearing "You don't grow tall without eating meat", Chu Jin couldn't help but glanced at the small Nuo Tuan who was a bit shorter than himself.

It was funny in her heart, but she did not grow taller after eating so much meat at every meal.

I don't know if it is because the sunset is too warm today, or because the voice of Nuo Tuanzi milk is too sweet.

This short five-six-minute journey from the boiler room to Song's house gave Chu Jin a strange feeling for the first time.

Can't tell what it is.

Anyway, it is a very comfortable feeling.

Just thinking, just want to make this section of the road a little longer, and Nuo Tuanzi walks a little bit slower...

In the sunset, two children, one tall and one short, were chasing long shadows all the way in the compound.

Xiao Nuo Tuan limped, but still laughed innocently.

Her laughter, like a crisp silver bell, and her forehead, which became golden in the setting sun and danced in the wind, were all imprinted in Chu Jin's heart.

It seems, like a little sun?