Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

"Xixi, hush..."

Wang Junyang grabbed Song Qiaoxi and told her to sit down again.

Ding Yi also came over from the other side with a cat waist, and the two little boys pinched her from side to side, squeezing her in the middle, and one of them took her with one arm to prevent her from entering.

"Our fathers are all inside, don't go..." Ding said timidly with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Xixi, Chu Jin is so weird, your father is so funny, your mother cooks very well, which kid in the compound would not want to live in your house?" Wang Junyang was puzzled and asked incomprehensibly. Thoughtfully said, "No, he doesn't like you, does he?"

Chu Jin didn't like herself, how could it be possible!

"No, Chu really likes me. He treats me well. I cut my hand that day. He helped me cover such a high stack of books. Later I came to see that I was slow to write my name and helped me to write it. The names in the writing text, pinyin book, and math workbook are all written, and his handwriting is beautiful..."

Song Qiaoxi's first reaction was to lower her voice to make excuses for Chu.

I can't wait to tell Wang Junyang and Ding Yi listen to all the good things I have done to myself and my parents during this period of time.

Chu Jin really wasn't as cold as he looked.

But when the words were over, Wang Junyang's mouth was half-opened, and his thin single eyelid blinked, looking at her suspiciously.

Ding Yi did the same, pushing his glasses, his eyes were erratic, as if he had no idea at all.

This question, for both of them, is obviously beyond the outline...

If it is not for these reasons, what is it for?

Song Qiaoxi found that she could not get a positive answer from her partners, so she pouted, and squatted back against the wall, frowning and thinking.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think of a head.

On the contrary, the more you think about it, the more you get to the point, and the more you think, the more you shake your firm belief.

After all, he is a child with an unstable heart. A few minutes ago, he swore that Chu Jin is the best little brother in the world, and he must like their family.

After a few minutes, the little brain was faintly guilty because of the accumulation of too many things.

Chu Jin, don't you really like yourself?

Is it really like what my mother said, Chu Jin feels like an annoying spirit?

I began to dig my mind to find the clues of Chu Jin's "annoying" her in the memory. At the end of the thought, Nuo Tuanzi really began to doubt.

Chu Jin won't, it's really because of him that he doesn't want to live at home...

She thought he took the initiative to wash the family’s clothes, he took the initiative to speak to her, he put band-aids on her, he helped her wrap her book, he helped her braid her, he taught Jiang Qisheng for her, he let her scratch her wrist, he Smiling slightly at her, he also stuffed her with the book...

She thought Chu Jin was already... she thought...

Song Qiaoxi couldn't figure it out, she couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that Chu Jin really thought that he was an annoying spirit, and didn't like her from the beginning?

He is good to himself because he has received a good education since he was a child, and his family education is good.

Because Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun taught him politely before. Chu Jin's parents were originally very kind uncles and aunts.

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and I could no longer hear other people's voices.

An unfamiliar feeling of repression came out of my heart, spreading little by little.

At first, it looked like a small piece of snowflakes, which fell on the hot heart and melted at once, and then, the strange emotions turned into heavy snow of goose feathers, the snowflakes drifted and densely accumulated more and more, and the whole heart slowly cooled down.

The throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the nasal cavity and eye sockets were sore.

Song Qiaoxi hugged Chu Jin's book tightly in one hand and supported her knee with the other. She staggered to her feet and ran forward in the direction of home.

I heard someone calling her name in a trance, but my eyes seemed to be covered with thick water vapor, and hot water droplets rolled down my cheeks.

Song Qiaoxi ran far away, not daring to look back at them.

It's so embarrassing now...

I rushed into my apartment building and sat on the steps of the corridor for a long time, but still couldn't relieve the emotion that was difficult to control.

Whether in those years in the orphanage or in the 1990s, she had never been so sad, so sad that she couldn't be herself.

Even if Chu Jin didn't like himself, wouldn't he like his humorous father and warm mother?

He would rather live alone in a dilapidated boiler room than in his own home?

Mom, she missed her mother...

Feeling aggrieved, Nuo Tuanzi knocked on the iron door of the screen window of Room 102, and her mother greeted her with the smell of fried shrimp chips.

"Oh, what's wrong with us Xixi."

Mother wiped her hands on her apron and held her in her arms.

Lying on her mother's shoulder and sniffing the warm smell of her body, Song Qiaoxi couldn't help it anymore and cried out with a "wow".

Qiao Qin struggled to fish up the Nuo Dumpling and leaned against the sofa.

Seeing that the girl was still holding the book in her hand and wanted to take it away for her, but Xiao Fatty grasped it tightly.

Had to follow her, patted her soft back with his hands, coaxing softly.

It is also surprising that children from other people's family have always come to their own home crying and complaining, the first time they met their daughters crying so aggrieved.

Who provoke her?

"Mom, mom...Chu, Chu doesn't live in our house, he sleeps in the boiler room, the boiler room is so shabby...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I......"

Nuo Tuanzi cried so badly that he was a little incoherent.

After listening to her choking and talking for a long time, Qiao Qin finally understood.

He held up the face of the girl who was crying into a small cat, wiped her tears, and explained patiently: "Xixi, don't cry, just now my dad called and told me about it."

After changing her posture and holding Xiao Nuo Tuan strenuously, Qiao Qin continued: "Come on, listen to my mother. In fact, my mother thinks that Chu Jin can't live in our house, and it's not necessarily a bad thing."

Not necessarily a bad thing?

Song Qiaoxi stopped crying when she heard these words, raised her head with a burp, and looked at her hesitantly.

why?

"Listen to your mother, and see if it's the reason?"

Mother freed her hands, tightened the scattered ponytails for her, and said softly.

Nodding, Nuo Tuanzi's eyes widened, her nose "sniffing", her small body twitched, she couldn't control herself, and her emotions became much calmer.

"Chu Jin is a very assertive child. Since he is unwilling to live in our house, we will not be happy if we force him to accept the kindness. If we keep forcing him to accept the kindness, it will likely become a great burden and pressure for him. .

Chu Jin is so strong, he definitely doesn't want others to pity him.

You see, the boiler room is not more than 3 minutes’ walk away from our house. Mom, Yiyi, Miaomiao’s mother, and Yangyang’s mother have all discussed and let Chu Jin come to eat at home in turn. All three of us will come to eat at any other place. OK, let him pick whatever you want, and we take care of him together in our daily life.

A few of your friends can go to school and leave school together, and the only change now is that he goes back to the boiler room to sleep at night. "

Mother's voice was soothing and gentle, whispering, speaking slowly.

Song Qiaoxi listened to every word, and when her mother finished speaking, she could even calm down her breathing.

One hand rubbed the spine of the book unconsciously, and he thought about it carefully.

It seems that this is the reason my mother said?

It seems that the only change is that Chu Jin no longer sleeps in his own home.

Usually they can still play together, eat together, and then go to school and school together...

The distance from home to the boiler room is really short, and it doesn’t even take 3 minutes to run fast.

Thinking about it this way, this result is to her...

It suddenly became less difficult to accept?

Seeing the girl calm down, Qiao Qin breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon closer inspection, my daughter’s crying red eyes appeared bigger, her white and soft face turned pink, her plump forehead was covered with a few strands of small curls wet with sweat, and the pear blossoms with rain looked very pitiful. .

People can't help but want to take this glutinous dumpling in front of them personally.

Qiao Qinxiang took a sip of glutinous dumplings' meaty cheeks, scratched her red nose with fingers, and asked with a smile, "Silly girl, figured it out? Tomorrow is Sunday. Dad and Uncle Wang have discussed with them to renovate the boiler room. , Do you want to help?"

"good!"

Listening to this crisp little milk voice, you know that her little Nuo Tuan is rejuvenated.

"But, mother, can we let Chu Jin only come to our house for dinner?"

Song Qiaoxi choked and said, holding Qiao Qin's braided tail in her hand, and playing with her fingers around her, her mood was obviously much better.

Qiao Qin thought it was funny and deliberately teased her: "Why do you want to dominate Chu Jin by yourself?"

"That's not it..." Seeing that the girl's face turned red, she screamed like being poked at the center of the matter, "That's because, because Mama Wang and Mama Ding, cooking is not as good as you do. eat......"

Before he finished his words, Tuanzi buried his face deeply into Qiao Qin's chest, looking embarrassed.

"Okay, let's come back and ask Chu Jin, whoever he wants to eat will do. If he only wants to eat at our house, then let him always eat at our house. Are you satisfied?"

Before the dumpling agreed, "Squeak Yo", the door of the house rang.

Song Qiaoxi looked up, and her father returned with Chu Jin's hand.

Hey, she just cried, she must be ugly now! Shyly buried her face in her mother's arms again, and quietly put the book on the sofa with one hand.

Qiao Qin knew that the girl was thin-skinned, and stood up from the sofa with her fat little **** in one hand, smiled at her husband and Chu Jin and shook his head, patted Chu Jin on the shoulder, and went to the bathroom to wash his face with the dumpling.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, Song Qiaoxi heard Wang Junyang and Ding Yi come to the house and knock on the door in order to get shrimp chips.

Dad opened the door for them.

"Auntie, is Xi Xi okay?"

Across the thin wooden door panel, Wang Junyang greeted him vaguely, and there was a crisp sound of "click" gnawing on shrimp slices.

Looking at her swollen walnut eyes in the mirror, she pursed her lips, frowning and looking at her mother for help.

"It's okay, the children go home first, Xixi washes her face, and come to play with her tomorrow."

Mother wiped her face with a wet towel and called out the door.

When everyone was gone, her mother was busy with dinner. Song Qiaoxi poked her head out of the bathroom and walked out gently, pulling the door frame with her hands and looking into the living room.

It was getting late, and it was dark outside the window.

The ceiling light in the living room is bright, and there is a basket of colorful shrimp chips on the dining table. The air is filled with the good smell of rice.

The boy sat on the sofa with a straight back, still holding the "Count of Monte Cristo" and watched fascinated.

Song Qiaoxi felt even more relieved when she saw him.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if Chu Jin can't live at home.

At least he is still in the compound, very close to him. They can get out of school and play together, they can play together, they can read and study together, and they can grow up together.

In any case, things have become different from the original book, and they are still changing for the better.

In addition to his own home in the compound, there are many people who care about him.

She believed that with the company of so many people, Chu Jin would not go bad.

Hearing the bathroom door opened, Chu Jin raised his eyes, and saw the Nuo Dumpling that was stupefied there.

The little girl seemed to find herself looking at her, turned around in a panic, squatted her **** to the wall with her back to him, and covered her face tightly with her hands.

However, Chu Jin still saw Tuanzi's crying red eyes, nose tip, and aggrieved little mouth pursing pitifully.

She turned her short squat back behind her back, round the sides of the back of her head, two playful ponytails swayed slightly on her shoulders, dark brown curly hair was soft and looked hairy.

Chu Jin frowned unconsciously.

Why is she crying because he is leaving?

I'm gone, no one robs her of her parents' care, shouldn't she be happy?

Girl, it's hard to understand...

Chu Jin sweated slightly with the book's hand.

Although I didn't understand the little girl's thoughts, he was inexplicably irritable at the moment, and he couldn't read a word of the text on the page.

He lowered his head in annoyance, as if in this life, I had never encountered something more troublesome than a girl crying.

Nuo Tuanzi continued to face him with his back, lying on the wall at the entrance of the bathroom, rubbing his eyes with his hands from time to time, just not turning around.

Even if she couldn't think of the reason, Chu Jin understood that this little girl who has always been like a little sun and never gave her light to everyone is unhappy.

She stopped smiling, no longer like a soft and waxy little white rabbit, jumping around lively...

The inexplicable irritability in Chu Jin's heart became even worse, rising to an emotion he had never had before.

Close the book, put it on the sofa, and stand up. Unnaturally rubbing the thin layer of water vapor from the palm of his body, he walked silently to Song Qiaoxi's side.

The sweet smell of grandma on Xiao Tuanzi's body was hot, mixed with the smell of Shufujia soap, and the smell of milk reminded him of the night when he had a nightmare.

A little soft hand, patted his arm with very light force, the sweet childlike voice echoed in his mind, "I'm not afraid or afraid, I am afraid..."

Yes, she comforted herself so.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Jin bit his lip, and plucked up the courage to stretch out his hand...

Song Qiaoxi heard the light and slow footsteps, and there was only Chu Jin in the living room. Of course she knew who was close to her.

He covered his eyes and small face tighter with his hands.

As long as she can't see Chu Jin, Chu Jin can't see her.

Huh, crying, so embarrassing, so don't let him see what he looks like now!

I just looked in the mirror in the bathroom, my eyes were swollen like goldfish, and the nose was red like a clown's nose.

She doesn't want face?

"you......"

There was a dry voice from Chu Jin's throat. After a monosyllable word, there was no movement.

Suddenly, her left shoulder seemed to be put on a warm and soft palm, patted her with very light and light force, like soothing a small milk cat.

Chu Jin's voice rang in his ears again, whispering in a breath, as if he was extremely embarrassed, "Don't be afraid..."

Ok?

Let her not be afraid of embarrassment?

Song Qiaoxi was dumbfounded, hesitated for a while, slowly took the fleshy hand from his eyes, and turned to face Chu Jin.

The boy was taller than his own head, and the dumpling raised his face a little bit hard to look at him.

Hey, his dark eyes are as bright as stars, and there is no longer a cold expression on his face.

Tuanzi always felt that in his eyes, he saw the twinkling light, saw...hope?

Chu Jin looked at Tuanzi's red and swollen eyes, and he could even see his reflection in her pupils.

My chest suddenly felt stuffy, the inexplicable emotion spread and spread, and my heart was a little sore and a little bit tingling.

He didn't know anything else, he only knew that he didn't want Xiao Nuo Tuan's beautiful eyes to become red and swollen.

"You, what do you want to play?"

After holding back for a long time, Chu Jin could only think of such a way, wondering if she could make her happy.

He remembered Song Qiaoxi's suggestion to play before, although she agreed, she didn't seem to have actually played with her once.

Now, what you want to do and play, I will accompany you.

Song Qiaoxi didn't think much about it. Since Chu Jin didn't think she was not good-looking, she finally put her heart in her belly and didn't feel ashamed.

Without saying anything, she took Chu Jin's arm and sat back on the sofa with him, and said unceremoniously: "Shall we watch the Animation City? "Little Mouse on the Prairie" is very good, a group of American rural The little mice live in a place called Crunchy Horns Ranch Farm. The little mice wear plaid shirts and overalls. Their stories are interesting!"

Chu Jin: Talking about the farm...

Song Qiaoxi usually watches the cartoons by herself, and there is no one to discuss the plot, which is boring.

At this moment, someone took the initiative to bring it to her door, so she wouldn't let her chance go easily.

Pulling Chu Jin to sit on the sofa, fumble for the remote control near the armrest of the sofa, and turn on the TV.

Before playing the cartoon, there was an English opening song. Song Qiaoxi could only understand the word "littlemouse", and could not understand the rest, but it did not prevent her from humming in the language she invented.

She hummed the opening song, turned her head, and found that Chu Jin had picked up the book again.

I was unhappy right now, and pouted a little dissatisfied: "Hey, what does "The Count of Monte Cristo" really say? Is it just that good-looking?"

This person, after talking about watching cartoons with her, why did he pick up the book again?

Chu Jin raised his head from the book and looked at her steadily, his eyes seemed to say, isn't it the opening song is not over yet?

Tuanzi was surprised to find that the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the arc of his smile this time was more pronounced than before!

He was so stunned, staring at his face blankly, hoping that he would smile more and forget the unpleasantness just now.

Chu Jin really thought about this question seriously, and he paused for a while, feeling that there was really no way to explain it clearly in a few words, not to mention that he knew that the little girl would not be interested in this book.

But looking at the corners of her red eyes, she still slowed down and whispered softly: "This book is about revenge, and it is also a story of'waiting' and'hope'."

Sure enough, the little girl blinked, stuck out her tongue awkwardly, and turned her head to immerse herself in a group of small mice in the American countryside.

Chu Jin shook his head lightly and withdrew his gaze, but he felt a lot easier.

Xiao Nuo Tuan doesn't understand the best. She is a child in a honeypot, and she will follow the steps in the future, surrounded by love, and grow up happily.

Revenge, waiting, hope, she would not understand these.

I don't want her to understand.

Chu Jin returned his gaze to the book, and did not continue reading along the previous chapters.

Turn the book to the end, silently reading each word in my heart...

Until the end, the words "wait" and "hope" appeared repeatedly in his brain.

hope?

Yes, today, he saw hope...

-

The boiler room has been abandoned for more than a year. It seems to be tattered and difficult to renovate. Fortunately, the area is only about 20 square meters, and the actual renovation does not take much effort.

Chu Jin's parents had a very good relationship and family background, and they had selflessly helped many neighbours in the neighborhood.

Now when the big guy heard that the Chu family's son came back to live, he was all rich and powerful.

In less than a week, the boiler room has long ceased to look like the run-down it was a week ago.

The glass windows were repaired. Although the house was only whitewashed and decorated with simple old-fashioned furniture, under the meticulous arrangement of several skillful mothers, clean blue and white sheets were covered with crocheted tablecloths.

At first glance, let alone, it's kind of warm!

August 24 was a Saturday, and the boiler room was cleaned up.

Mother Song said that there was still a smell in the house, so she scattered before moving in.

But Chu still packed up his luggage as early as possible, holding all his belongings—the **** schoolbag—without a word, and sitting at the door of the boiler room early in the morning.

No one can hold back his temperament. After lunch this Sunday, Chu Jin officially moved into the "boiler room."

Although I wanted to start Chu Jin not living at home for a long time, when it was time for people to leave, even if I knew that Chu Jin lived and walked no more than five minutes from him, Song Qiaoxi was still a little depressed, all day long. Can't lift the spirits.

Throughout the afternoon when Chu Jin left, she spent the entire afternoon in her small room looking through comic strips such as "Gourd Baby vs. Transformers", "Gourd Baby vs. Black Cat Sheriff", "Gourd Baby in Space Distress".

Eyes stared at the little white rabbit alarm clock on the bedside from time to time, over and over again, looking at the time tirelessly.

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi asked her to go to the boiler room to watch the excitement, saying that many children wanted to see the refurbished boiler room, so she didn't want to go.

Song Qiaoxi couldn't hold back her face when she went to Chu Jin for no reason.

She has her own little abacus, and when it's time for dinner, she can justly tell Chu Jin to come home for dinner.

Finally boiled to 5:45 pm.

Song Qiaoxi, who was moved to a mess by the gourd brothers and sisters and the Black Cat Sergeant fighting side by side, heard her mother call her: "Xixi, tell Chu Jin to come to the house for dinner, tonight to eat lotus root, kelp, tofu crispy pot..... ."

"good!"

Answered her mother loudly and closed the comic strip. She quickly sat up from the bed, stepped on the slippers and ran out of the house.

The short legs can't run fast, and he is still wearing slippers, and he regrets that he should change his shoes after going out for a few steps.

It is a straight line from home to the boiler room. It is estimated that the legs and feet of adults can walk for more than three minutes, and the legs and feet of children can be reached in four or five minutes.

Song Qiaoxi's head was still black cat police chief and gourd baby fighting with the gods, humming in her mouth: "The eyes are big like copper bells, and they shoot out lightning-like spirits, and their ears are erected like antennas. Listening to all suspicious sounds... ..."

He fiddled with the holly trees planted along the flower beds along the road, and happily slid to the door of the boiler room.

The boiler room in front of me was familiar and unfamiliar. The windows were replaced with new glass, and curtains with white background and blue swallows were hung.

The big iron door is still the old iron door. Hearing that Dad Ding said that the quality is good and still usable, he oiled it and repainted a layer of blue paint.

The outside was very clean and tidy, which made her wonder, what did it look like inside?

After the boiler room was renovated, she hadn't been here yet.

A few mothers didn't let the children go to make trouble while cleaning up there, saying that the room was originally small, so they just squeeze in there and don't do anything.

There were several steps at the door of the bungalow, and the dumpling climbed up the steps and knocked on the door of the boiler room a little hesitantly.

"Chu Jin, mother asked me to call you home for dinner. Today I have fried lotus root, seaweed tofu crispy pot!"

Nuo Tuanzi shouted at the door, for fear that the people inside would not be able to hear it.

The tip of his little finger touched his chin and rubbed it back and forth, eagerly waiting for him to open the door, inviting himself to come in and take a tour.

Just like every time there are uncles and aunts who move to a new house in the compound, when they move, they will invite neighbors to sit at home, and they will also prepare sweets such as plum candy, white rabbit toffee, peach pastry, prawn pastry, and Sweet and fragrant eight-treasure tea to entertain neighbors.

She likes to eat the soft red dates and longan in the eight-treasure tea.

I heard that many uncles and aunts in the compound gave Chu Jin a lot of daily necessities, school supplies, snacks, and the like.

What would Chu Jin entertain himself?

Peach crisps, Wangwang snow cakes, or rice noodles?

He can be regarded as "moving a new house", right?

Wait, it seems that when Mom and Dad took her to other people's homes, they never went empty-handed, they would carry something.

With empty hands, she awkwardly put her hands into the pockets of bloomers.

After touching for a long time, I only touched a small handful of melon seeds...

Staring at the melon seeds in her hand, Song Qiaoxi had a headache. She was wondering whether this could be a housewarming gift, and the door opened.

Chu Jin wore a well-fitting navy blue short-sleeved suit and white sneakers. This new dress was bought for him by Mama Wang, which made him look clean and refreshing, and his "little prince" style instantly returned. Up.

Mother Wang is indeed the most fashionable mother in the compound, and she has first-class taste in choosing children's clothes.

My mother also bought a lot of comfortable pure-color cotton short-sleeved shorts and shorts for Chu Jin, ready to wash them and give them to him.

He stood in front of her condescendingly.

Hey, a red string was hung on the boy's chest to attract her attention, and a key was tied to the string.

Chu Jin is the eldest child who has the right to control the key!

When Song Qiaoxi came back to her senses and wanted to look inside the house, the boy had turned around and locked the door neatly with the key, and then pushed and pulled to check to make sure it was tight, before walking down the steps.

After walking two steps forward, Chu Jin stopped, turned his head, and asked faintly: "Go?"

Xiao Nuo Tuan stayed on the spot, looking at the big iron door of the boiler room from the left, and Chu Jin, who was standing upright a few meters away, from the right, and then at the small handful of melon seeds in his hand, falling into a dilemma.

He, really doesn't invite himself, go in and sit down?

This is not the same as imagined.

Or, because I didn't bring a gift, I didn't invite her in?

Forget it, another day...

Next time you bring a few pieces of honey wrapped in oil paper, you will always have to "close your door" again.

"Ah... the insider, you, do you eat melon seeds?"

After holding back for a long time, Song Qiaoxi stretched out a hand at him and found herself a step down.

Chu Jin put his hand in his trouser pocket, frowning and looking at Xiao Nuo Tuan.

The little girl's face turned pink and she was holding back her words and didn't dare to speak, which made him feel strange. When it comes to eating, she runs faster than anyone else. What's wrong today?

Isn't she hungry?

That's not right, it's all this point, and I always yelled that I was hungry.

What melon seeds are you going to eat? I'm going to eat soon...

Chu Jin shook his head, stretched out a hand to Song Qiaoxi, made a "come" motion, and said patiently: "Should you not eat, go?"

"Oh, all right."

Nuo Tuanzi lowered his head, put the melon seeds back into his trouser pocket, sighed gently, and jumped off the steps.

On the way home, Song Qiaoxi still couldn't stop with a small mouth, Chu Jin observed that she was wearing slippers, fearing that she would fall too soon.

Although silent, she deliberately slowed down and walked slowly with her.

It was the evening when the sun was setting again, and the compound was filled with smoke and fire, and there were mothers who opened the windows and shouted for the children to go home for dinner.

The two of them, still two small shadows, one tall and one short, walked towards the Song family unit building from the direction of the boiler room.

Song Qiaoxi was chattering endlessly in Chu's ears.

Xiao Nuo Tuan's voice is clear and crisp. Although her speech is fast, it is not annoying. After hearing too much, she is even a little accustomed to her chattering like a little yellow oriole.

She is really imaginative, Pegasus and Starry Sky, she can talk about what she thinks of.

"Chu Jin, what do you think that cloud looks like?" Song Qiaoxi pointed a finger to the sky, and didn't give him time to answer, and then smiled and picked up her own words, "I think it's like a bunch of candied gourds!"

Oh, Chu Jin raised his head and glanced.

I smiled faintly in my heart, a little like to play Nuo Tuanzi's forehead.

Why is she so full of eating?

The next moment, a small hand stretched out, like a bunny's hot sniff, it rubbed warmly on his wrist.

"In the future, school and school, let's all go together!" Song Qiaoxi stopped and suddenly said to her. He still didn't give him time to answer, and his eyes were bent into beautiful arcs. "I'm afraid Jiang Qisheng will look for you. Don't worry, I will protect you. Good for you."

The street lights of the compound lit up in an instant.

Standing under the street lamp, Chu laughed.

-

August 31 is a Saturday.

This day was a week before Chu Jin officially moved into the boiler room, and it was two days before the opening day of the first grade of the Normal Primary School in 1996.

In the first few days after Chu Jin moved in, several mothers headed by Song's mother in the compound were worried about him.

Many of the 6 or 7-year-old children have not yet separated from their parents to sleep, for fear that Chu Jin will not be able to take care of themselves.

Unexpectedly, he got used to it with little effort. Not only did he get a good score in his ability to take care of himself, he also kept the house in order.

When several mothers met when they were knitting wool, they all hated iron and steel and talked about their lazy eggs.

Think of their chaotic kennel houses, slapped their thighs wildly, tearfully admiring the "children of other people".

The same week did not go well for Song Qiaoxi, and something unpleasant happened.

The problem is mainly with the "Little Gang of Three People", it's not right, it has been renamed "Little Four* Gang" by her now.

The previous small group of three people suddenly added one more person, which made it difficult for Wang Junyang's children to adapt.

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi complained several times, and yelled unhappily in front of Song Qiaoxi, saying that he thought their good partner had been taken away...

Before, Ming Ming Xixi only played with the two of them, but now there is one more Chu Jin, and she has to take him wherever she goes.

But Chu Jin was cold and indifferent to everyone, which made Wang Junyang extremely displeased.

Yesterday, Wang Junyang broke out completely once.

When the "Little Four* People Gang" went out to play together in the afternoon, he got angry with everyone.

Wang Junyang and Mo startled, so Song Qiaoxi and Ding Yi or two must choose between him and Chu Jin as the "best partner".

He also threatened that if they did not choose him, they would vowed to break off friendship with the two of them.

Ding Yi had no idea, so he pushed his glasses and hid behind Song Qiaoxi. He didn't dislike Chu Jin. He just looked a little introverted, and he was kind to them.

Although not enthusiastic, you don't want to hate Chu Jin, right?

Song Qiaoxi is even more inexplicable. Everyone is a good partner, so why should we have another "best partner"?

They reasoned with Wang Junyang, and Ding Yi echoed.

Seeing that they couldn't be noisy, Wang Junyang shouted, "Xixi, you have changed! I'm not going to be with you anymore!"

He stomped the concrete floor and ran away crying without looking back.

Song Qiaoxi and Ding looked at each other. She was so angry that she couldn't laugh or cry on the spot. No, this little boy is too temperamental...

She has changed, and is no longer the original Song Qiaoxi.

But there is no way to explain this change to Wang Junyang!

The original owner entrusted this family to her, and Song Qiaoxi naturally had to take on the responsibility of protecting her parents.

Chu Jin saved himself, and couldn't just watch him go astray and turned into a big villain, so take care of him.

Of course, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi are the little followers of the original owner. Now they are good partners of her own. She definitely hopes to improve and grow together with her partners and become better people.

This is that the palms of the palms, the backs of the feet, the soles of the feet and insteps are all fleshy, and she can't give up wherever flesh is.

Finally, she thought, let Wang Junyang calm down first.

The little boy had a short temper, so it would be useless to coax him on his anger.

Saturday, today is a sunny day.

Mother Song took advantage of the sun to wash the family's bed sheets, pillowcases, towels and other big items.

She bought it early, and when she went to the boiler room to ask Chu Jin to remove his bed sheets and pillowcases, she took them home and washed them in a pot.

The mother and daughter had just entered the house and caught up with Song's father coming back from the night shift.

After entering the door, Dad rubbed the hairy head of the girl who slept as a lion cub, and greeted Chu Jin with a clap. He didn't even change his clothes. He wandered into the bedroom and fell asleep like a "walking dead".

Song Qiaoxi gently closed the bedroom door for her father and climbed onto the chair beside the dining table.

There are two red candy seeds, two egg buns, and two bowls of hot soy milk on the blue enamel plate on the table.

"Mom, have you eaten? What will Dad eat after getting up?"

Looking at her favorite red candy seed and swallowing her saliva, she grabbed the edge of the table and turned to ask her mother.

"Eat, I woke up and drank the tomato egg noodles. Dad wakes up and we just have lunch. This is both of you. Eat it while it's hot."

Mother walked out of her room holding the sheets, raised her chin to the two children, and went into the bathroom.

Mother just eats it, she relaxes.

Then he grabbed a red candy seed from the plate, shook his head before the entrance, and sighed as an adult.

With emotion, no wonder my mother has such a good figure, she has never seen any deep-fried food.

But all kinds of deep-fried dim sum, ham sausage, and chicken drumsticks are Song Qiaoxi's favorites.

Therefore, I am full of soft flesh.

She tore apart the steaming red candy seeds with two small fleshy hands, and took a bite out of the brown sugar pastry. Her mouth was full of oily caramel.

The little deciduous teeth creaked and the cheeks were a bit tired, but it did not prevent her from eating well.

After gnawing the place with brown sugar, tear the remaining fruit into small pieces, and soak it in the enamel bowl with soy milk in front of it. The fruit filled with soy milk is no longer so strong, and it becomes a soft compress. Take a stainless steel flat-bottomed spoon. Eat just right.

Suckling soy milk, Song Qiaoxi raised her eyes and looked at Chu Jin who was on the other side.

He ate the salty egg buns, biting gently, and there was no movement at all.

Chu Jin was also too quiet, making people completely ignorant of what he was thinking.