Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Song Qiaoxi was grateful to Ding Miao.

She felt that Ding Miao was not like the "coldness" that other children said, but a righteous child, and even hoped to be a good partner with Ding Miao.

Wang Junyang's deafening cry attracted everyone's attention.

She turned her head blankly and looked at Wang Junyang who was crying into a big face.

Wang Junyang's mouth grew wide, his eyes closed tightly, and he let out a crying cry like a small animal, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

"You splashed drinks on people's bedsheets and framed them, what's the matter, you still can't be justified? Don't cry, Wang Junyang, a masculine man, dare to act!" Father Wang grabbed the bear child by the ear and pulled him to Chu Jin. , "Apologize to my little brother."

"Uuuuu...I, I don't apologize, I'm right! You all like Chu Jin. After Chu Jin comes, even Dad doesn't like me anymore. I hate all of you!"

He grabbed his father's other arm and bit on it with one bite.

"Hiss..." Father Wang cried out in pain, and jumped to the side like an electric shock. A row of deep tooth marks appeared on his arm.

Looking at Wang Junyang, he ran away, and he was so angry that he chased after him: "Hey! The brat wants to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots! If you have the ability, don't run..."

At the entrance of the boiler room compound, only the father and daughter of the Song family, who looked dumbfounded, and Chu Jin frowned and looked serious, like a little adult.

Three people are messy in the wind.

"Xiao Chu is all right? Uncle take a look."

Hearing what his father said, Song Qiaoxi obediently got off his lap.

Watching his father beckoning to Chu, he carefully checked the wound on his body and asked the boy to move his arms and legs.

He slapped Chu Jin's head and said with a smile: "It should be okay. Go home and clean it. Put some purple potion on you and Xixi."

"Girl, can you go?"

Dad stood up on his knees and asked her.

Song Qiaoxi nodded, moved her knees, and grinned twice to show her father.

"My girl is genuine leather, so let's take the sheets first? Chu Jin is fine. Go home and let auntie find you a clean sheet to put on. When your uncle Wang catches Yang Yang, he will definitely press his head. I apologize to you." Dad blinked at Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi, and patted the boy's thin shoulders, "We two elders take more, and leave the pillow towel to Xixi. She can't hold much for the short one, can it be done?"

Chu Jin nodded, and together with Song Qiaoxi, helped Father Song collect the sheets.

The masters are holding a large stack of large-flowered peony towels, the little masters are holding the checkered sheets soiled by the bear children, and the little girl is holding the double happiness mandarin duck embroidered pillowcase.

One big and two colorful little ones came home with such a unique style of painting.

The three of them changed shoes quietly at the door, and no one said anything.

Song Qiaoxi raised her head and glanced, her mother was at the desk in the living room and preparing for lessons. She should have heard the movement, and she put down the lesson plan and pen to welcome the three of them.

Hurry up and lower your head.

"This, Lao Song, what's the matter?"

The soprano is online again. Mother stared at Song Qiaoxi’s dirty dress and bruised knee, her voice was a little more questioning, “Xixi, just a few days later, she ran to fight again, and she brought Chu Jin... .... Tsk, the day after tomorrow will be elementary school students, you two go to school like this?"

Song Qiaoxi looked at her mother's usual watery eyes, and she stared like a copper bell, shrinking her neck unconsciously.

I almost forgot that I was a cub with a "documentary".

I recall for a moment, two months ago, when the original owner went home so many times a week "gloriously hanging out", it's no wonder that my mother reacted so much.

"Daughter-in-law, I really don't blame Xixi this time." Dad took the pillow towel from her hand and stood in front of her daughter. Son, it's the foreigner of the old Wang family..."

Listening to her father's recounting of the incident, Song Qiaoxi's mind was finally relieved.

Mother gently shook her head, her face was not very good, and while instructing Dad to put the sheets away, she went to the drawer under the TV cabinet to find the medicine box.

Then take her and Chu Jin to clean the wound, disinfect with hydrogen peroxide, and apply purple potion.

"Mom, it was Wang Junyang's first hand. Chu Jin was only defending himself, and I didn't take the initiative to cause trouble."

Nuo Tuanzi sat on the chair and defended in a low voice, fearing that his mother would still be angry.

Mother blew two breaths on her knees where the medicine was applied, and it was cool and comfortable.

"I know, Xixi, mom..." Mom sighed slightly, raised her head, her soft and watery eyes came back, and a soft and warm hand covered her little hand, "Mom. I want to apologize to you. I shouldn't criticize you for no reason without asking the situation clearly. This is my mother's fault."

Then, watching her mother turned her head and smiled shallowly at Chu Jin: "Chu Jin, did Auntie scare you? Auntie also apologized to you, she didn't lose her temper deliberately just now."

Song Qiaoxi was startled slightly, suddenly feeling a little at a loss.

Mom is apologizing to herself and Chu?

But they are obviously two children!

Whether in the memory of the orphanage or in new memories, her subconscious mind has always believed that what adults do is right, and adults will not make mistakes.

Now her mother even apologized to her, but she was shocked.

After digesting for a long time, I was still in a state of shock, my mouth was open, and I didn't know what to say.

"Mom assures you that Chu Jin happened to be there. Let my little brother be a witness. I must first ask what happened. Xixi has performed so well in the past two months. Mom should believe that Xixi is not naughty anymore. Yes, it's my mother's habitual thinking."

Seeing her mother touch the end of Chu, she squeezed her face.

Song Qiaoxi finally reluctantly walked out of the "scare".

It turns out that adults and children make mistakes alike?

But it doesn't matter. For her, the mistakes made by her mother didn't hurt her even if she missed it. On the contrary, her mother gave her a lot of love, which has already offset this small and trivial mistake.

Thinking of this, Nuo Tuanzi waved his hand generously, and kissed his mother's cheek: "It's okay, Mom, I will forgive you forever."

Mother's eyes were bright like stars, her complexion was as white as snow, and she had no wrinkles on her face. Her long brown hair was woven into a thick braid and hung over her chest, as beautiful as a princess.

She hopes her mother will always be so young, energetic and so beautiful.

In the plot of the original book, such a good mother would be in her third year of junior high. Because her father was accused of being imprisoned and begging for help, he was repeatedly frustrated, and finally fell into a trance and severe depression.

At the age of nineteen, my father died in a car accident not long after he was released from prison. My mother had a mental breakdown and completely lost the ability to take care of herself. She died in depression in a mental hospital.

At the thought of this, Song Qiaoxi's chest was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe.

She would never allow these bad things to happen to mom and dad. What's more, the original owner entrusted mom and dad to her at the moment of her journey.

Now that she has received this favor from her parents, she is willing to take on the responsibility of guarding them.

Guard your parents, guard Chu Jin, guard this home...

I am not ashamed of myself, and I am not ashamed of the person who regretted leaving.

Even in her heart, she had already regarded Chu Jin as a member of this family.

She is confident that all this can be changed, because Chu Jin's life path has already begun to change.

He did not live on the streets, was not sent to the "probation home" as a "problem child", although the boiler room was not her best choice, but it was better than others.

"Xixi will forgive her mother, she will pay attention to it in the future."

Mother held her cheek and took a big mouthful, and easily retired her double ponytails.

The braids should have fallen apart when she was pulling with Wang Junyang, and several strands of broken hair were drooping in her ears, making her face itchy.

Mother straightened out her small curly hair with her hands, pulling her little head swaying from side to side, and making a painful "hiss" sound from time to time.

In such a comparison, it seems that when Chu Jin braided her last time, she didn't hurt her scalp even if she missed it?

Nuo Tuanzi listened to her mother tying her braids and saying: "Chu Jin, let’s have dinner soon. You and Xixi will have fun at home for a while, so we won’t go back. After dinner, I will find you a clean bed sheet. Auntie will bring you a clean sheet. You go back and spread it."

"Ok."

Chu Jin replied faintly, and nodded to Mother Song.

He watched Song Qiaoxi's two crooked ponytails, transformed into a neat look under the aunt's hands, like the tail of a curly lion, obediently falling on her shoulders.

The little girl shook her head very restlessly, letting the curly hair of the big wave sweep around her cheeks, she scratched her face with her small white hands, silly with joy.

For a while, Chu couldn't help but think: he can't even tie his braids, and he seems to have no ability to take care of himself at all.

How could a soft little glutinous group have the courage to rush to the door of the boiler room to speak for him regardless?

Are Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang good partners?

She had such a big argument with her good partner, and she was about to fight because of...

Because of yourself?

So Song Qiaoxi, will you still make peace with Wang Junyang?

With this doubt, Chu Jin was dragged into her room by Song Qiaoxi in a dull manner.

She let him sit on the only chair in the small room, dragged her right leg back and forth from the bookshelf, and carried stacks of books back and forth, spreading them on the desk like a street stall.

""Mickey Mouse", "The Monkey King Three Beats the Bones", "The Three Brothers of Nezha", "Pippi Longstocking", "Hmm Little Baby", "Little Princess"..."

The little girl put her hands behind her back, reading his names one by one.

The voice became smaller and smaller, and finally saw her raise her right hand and scratch her head nervously, not paying attention to picking up a few strands of hair.

Chu Jin wanted to hold her hand for fear that she would mess up the ponytail that had just been tied up.

The fingertips quivered twice and held back.

"Don't you like to read books, but I don't have "Count of Monte Cristo" in my house. I told my father and he said he would take me to the Xinhua Bookstore next weekend to buy it.

I asked my father. He said that "The Count of Monte Cristo" was written by the French writer Alexandre Dumas, and he also wrote a copy of "The Three Musketeers". My father said he bought it together on the weekend. Do you have any other books you want to read? I will buy it back for you in time.

Will you watch these first? If we don’t want to read books, can we play checkers, gobang, monopoly? "

Song Qiaoxi propped her face with both hands, leaning on the table and tilting her head to look at him.

Big eyes blinked, expectant.

Look at that posture, this is the bottom of the family.

To be honest, Chu Jin was not interested in these books at all. When he was very young, he didn't read these little people books with pictures.

When my father was alive, he would let friends send English original books and tapes from abroad.

Just in the face of the little girl's kindness, Chu Jin couldn't refuse her twinkling starlight eyes no matter what.

"this."

He picked up a yellow copy of "Pippi Longstocking."

In fact, she was simply attracted by the little girl holding the monkey in two braids on the cover. Her mischievous eyes were a bit like Song Qiaoxi.

Opening the hard shell cover, suddenly, the small space around is full of grandma's sweetness.

Chu Jin raised his eyes and met Song Qiaoxi's eyes with water in his eyes. In a blink of an eye, her thick eyelashes fanned like a small fan.

The breath she exhaled so close, sprayed softly on his face.

Song Qiaoxi was very excited when she found that Chu Jin had chosen this one. She loved Pippi Longstocking to death.

Pippi, the protagonist in the book, she likes it so much!

Immediately leaning in front of Chu Jin, he began to talk about Amway: "Wow! You have a good taste, this book is super good-looking!"

Seeing that Chu Jin's eyes hesitated, he thought he didn't believe in himself.

Nuo Tuanzi was a little anxious. She put her hands on the table and moved closer to Chu Jin: "Don’t believe me, Pippi is a very cool little girl. Her father is the king of the island. She lives by herself. In a small house, as rich as the God of Wealth, she is strong enough to lift a horse..."

Song Qiaoxi was also a child king when she was in the orphanage, and everyone liked to play with her.

But she has a fatal problem, that is, she loves spoilers whether she reads a book or a drama, and she doesn't know it.

She always wondered, why in the library of the orphanage, the children are reluctant to sit with her, and no one wants to be next to her when watching TV on weekends?

Chu Jin leaned back a little, staring at Song Qiaoxi's closed mouth, talking for at least ten minutes.

Cough, let alone, the little girl sums up her ability very well.

After listening to her, he doesn't need to read this book...

The rest of the time was until before dinner, but when Fan Chu picked up a book, Nuo Dangzi was like a little "tour guide" who had memorized the lines of the scenic spot and was devoted to his work.

A small mouth babbled, summed up the whole plot without any sloppiness.

Accurately, don't pull down every refreshing point...

It makes people no longer interested in this book.

Chu Jin endured it for a long time, and tried to interrupt Song Qiaoxi several times, but stopped when the words reached his lips.

Looking at the shining stars in Nuo Tuanzi's big round eyes, even when she talks about excitement, a pair of tender white hands will wave in the air, as if holding an invisible paintbrush and presenting the story in the book to him.

He seemed to have seen the red-haired, freckled Pippi making butter pancakes for a good friend, and he hit the eggs on his hair; he saw Monkey King driving a somersault cloud to protect his master Tang Sanzang, three beating bone spirits; seeing Xiao Xiao Zhu Heheng eats watermelon without spitting up its seeds, dreaming that the watermelon will grow out of his stomach.

After the death of his parents, Chu Jin no longer believed these beautiful fairy tales of naive "liing to children".

But just today, a cute little dumpling unreservedly showed him the fairy tale world she thought was the most beautiful.

Song Qiaoxi didn't "let off" him until Song Dad came to tell them to wash their hands and eat.

Hearing "sweet and sour pork loin", Nuo Danzi jumped faster than anyone else.

Like a lame white rabbit, she limped into the bathroom and washed her hands in a few seconds.

The speed is so fast, it seems that I only turn on the faucet to wet my fingers, and the soap does not touch...

Is eating so important to Song Qiaoxi?

Chu Jin's mother has been educating him, the illness comes from the mouth.

He washes his hands, every finger must be cleaned. In terms of personal hygiene, he is somewhat hygienic.

The little girl passed by him, and Chu Jin collapsed forward.

There is a red Panda Panpan soap box on the sink, and the Shufujia soap in the box is dry...

Shao Jin turned his head inexplicably, he turned around dissatisfied, and grabbed the wet wrist of the glutinous dumpling muttering "sweet and sour loin is good, sweet and sour loin is wonderful" in his mouth.

Asked in a low voice, "Have you been soaped?"

Song Qiaoxi, whose head was full of sweet and sour pork loin, was taken aback. She didn't hear what Chu Jin was saying. She turned her head in confusion and blinked, "What did you say?"

"Did you wash your hands and soap?"

The bathroom didn't turn on the light. With the yellow light in the corridor, she raised her eyes and watched Chu Jin's thin lips spit out a few words clearly.

Immediately counseled.

Blame it, the sweet and sour pork tenderloin is too tempting...

Song Qiaoxi shrank her neck and went back to the sink honestly, turned on the faucet, and recited the "Seven Steps of Handwashing Song" taught by the kindergarten teacher, and spent half a minute washing Xiao Pang's hands.

Then he made a gesture of surrender and raised both hands in front of Chu Jin, his mouth pouted a little aggrievedly: "Is it all right?"

Seeing Chu Jin's pointed chin moved slightly, she licked her lips, dragged her right leg, and returned to the living room smelling the sweet and sour oil.

The two enamel plates in the middle of the dining table contained sweet and sour pork tenderloin with a yellowish red inside.

Each piece of tenderloin that was fried to the right degree was evenly wrapped in shiny sauce, and a layer of white sesame seeds was sprinkled on the surface, which spoiled the dumplings.

The sweet and sour tenderloin made by my mother is superb. The crust is crispy and not greasy, and the oil is kept clean. The sauce hanging on the surface will not make the crunchy crust soft. A bite of it is fragrant and crispy, and the tenderloin inside is tender and delicious.

Song Qiaoxi can eat half a plate of rice without rice.

Holding her very clean hands, she climbed onto the chair, resting her hands on the dining table and taking a deep breath of sweet and sour scent.

When I was about to save my unsatisfactory saliva, I heard my mother shout in the kitchen: "Xixi, Chu Jin, serve the meal."

"Come on." Sui Shengsheng agreed. She climbed off the chair with her right leg, and walked into the kitchen first.

"You eat these?"

Looking up to see her mother put a spoonful of pearl rice from the rice cooker into the bowl, tilt the mouth of the bowl to show her how much there is.

"It can be a little bit more."

She swallowed her saliva, and gestured with her thumb and index finger close together in her right hand.

Today I have sweet and sour pork loin! How can such a little bit of rice be enough?

Look at Dad again, oh oh, Dad is cooking shredded radish in cold water, and there is a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the stove.

Tsk tuts, they are all good dishes for dinner.

"These?"

Mother smiled and shook her head, adding another half a spoon.

"good."

Hugging his small enamel bowl back to the dining table happily, Chu Jin soon came over with a bowl of white rice.

There are two plates of sweet and sour pork tenderloin on the table. One plate is to be presented to Uncle Wang’s house as a gift from Wang Junyang to Wuxi pork ribs and dried duck.

Song Qiaoxi usually sends it up.

Only today, she was still angry with Wang Junyang and fell a leg again, so she was naturally unwilling to go to Wang's house to deliver food.

Father Song asked, guessing that she was unwilling or reluctant.

Bringing the plate of sweet and sour pork tenderloin to the upper floor, I came back within a few minutes, and the four of them sat down and started the meal.

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After dinner, after watching the weather forecast after the news broadcast, my mother found a clean bed sheet, and accompanied Chu Jin back to the boiler room to change it.

Song Qiaoxi was too supportive to eat, and she had a bulging belly, so she had to follow her, and she was taking a walk after dinner.

The two children couldn't get involved in the work of changing the sheets, and Mother Song didn't let them mix, let them go for a stroll and digest food.

It was almost September, and the night in the courtyard, the breeze was blowing slowly, making people feel uncomfortable.

Song Qiaoxi paced in the open space at the entrance of the boiler room, counting steps as he walked: "One step, two steps, three steps..."

Dad told her that she would walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to ninety-nine. She wanted to live as long as possible and be able to spend more time with her parents.

Chu Jin was holding an English book, sitting on the doorstep, slowly turning page by page with the help of the corridor lamp.

She had just turned in a small circle, watching from a distance under the dim street lamp of the compound, two figures, one tall and one short, came towards them.

Come closer and see, aren't these Uncle Wang and Wang Junyang?

Uncle Wang waved to her with a smile, Wang Junyang held a thick hardcover book in his arms, pouted, glanced at her reluctantly, without saying a word.

"Uncle Wang."

Song Qiaoxi greeted him politely, his eyes drifted from Wang Junyang without stopping.

She didn't take the initiative to say hello to Wang Junyang, she decided that unless he apologized this time, she would not forgive him.

Uncle Wang patted Wang Junyang on the shoulder and pushed him toward the steps where Chu Jin was sitting: "How can you guarantee that you will be at home with your parents? Go ahead and see what you do."

Wang Junyang dragged his feet and walked around her dejectedly.

Walking up to Chu Jin with difficulty, he murmured: "Chu Jin, I'm sorry, I shouldn't pour a drink on your bed sheet, shouldn't frame you for peeing, wetting the bed, nor should you fight with you, I was wrong... ..."

After speaking, Wang Junyang put the book in his arms on Chu Jin's knees, turned and ran to Song Qiaoxi.

Only then did she see clearly that the cover of the book was the hardcover version of "Encyclopedia for Children and Children". The cover was green with a giant panda on it.

This book is Wang Junyang's favorite book. When playing at his house, it is easy not to let others touch it.

Looking closer, Wang Junyang blushed like a monkey's ass, with his hands behind his back and said in a very small voice: "Xixi, I'm sorry, I didn't push you on purpose..."

From the moment Wang Junyang apologized to Chu Jin, Song Qiaoxi's anger was mostly gone.

She knew that Wang Junyang's nature was not bad, and the "bad behavior" of both him and Ding Yi, in the final analysis, could not be separated from her.

Seeing that he sent his favorite book, he also sincerely apologized, knowing that Wang Junyang had figured it out.

When Nuo Tuanzi just wanted to open her mouth, Wang Junyang quietly grabbed her wrist and said cautiously: "Xixi, I, I'm just a little scared, afraid that you will only be good with Chu in the future, and you will ignore me and Ding Yi again. ....."

Stunned for a few seconds, Song Qiaoxi understood Wang Junyang's worries from his cowardly words.

Before in the orphanage, I had long been used to the coming and going of friends around me. She grew savagely like a weed.

No parents, no home, no people to care about, no things to care about...

And what Wang Junyang did was to use the only way a six-year-old child could think of to conceal his fear and fear of losing his friendship with the care of the baby.

She should have thought of a better solution earlier.

Song Qiaoxi held Wang Junyang's wrist back, dragged him to Chu Jin, motioned him to squat with herself, and knocked on the encyclopedia on Chu Jin's knee with the other hand.

Seeing Chu Jin lifted his head from the book, his eyes were so dark that he stared at them with no emotion in his eyes.

At this time, a bunch of figures fell beside the three of them.