Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

A cold wind passed by, and the snow on the holly tree "pupu" fell.

The winter sun is not warm, but it is shining, so that people can't open their eyes.

Song Qiaoxi squinted at Chu Jin's face, looking at him for a while and then white, thinking that she had said something wrong.

Busy thinking about getting it back, grabbed the boy's arm and shook it in a small amount to please. It's not that she didn't want to shake it too much, but the padded jacket on her body was too thick...

The little milk has a sweet and glutinous voice, and greets Chu Jin with a smile, "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, it's... it's your secret, secret, things that can't be said are called Secret..."

In short, anything can make her return to Yuan.

"Are you short of money?"

The boy's complexion returned to calm, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he asked lightly.

Suddenly, when Chu Jin asked, Song Qiaoxi was stunned for a moment.

Well......

This is it, is it lack of money, is it really hard to say?

Even children have desires. If they have no desires, they are really gods. No, gods have desires, okay?

She has seen the comic strip of Journey to the West, in which Marshal Tianpeng is a fairy. He likes Chang'e and Gao Laozhuang snatches his relatives?

The little girl really thought about it. Mom and Dad would give her 5 yuan in pocket money every week, almost all of them were used to buy snacks.

But it's not that they eat it by themselves. Everyone has a share in the "Little Gang of Five".

It’s just that there’s not much money, it’s nothing more than eating fig shreds, "Tang Monk Meat", Hua Hua Dan, small animal-shaped jelly bars or something.

I can’t be like Wang Junyang, always carrying a lot of big unity in his pocket, and I can invite everyone to a feast like fried skewers, if it’s not because KFC is far away, Wang Junyang’s pocket money can ask everyone to eat KFC. .

Children of this age, where are they not greedy?

But Song Qiaoxi accidentally heard about her mother's salary. Her mother was a teacher in a higher vocational school. Her monthly salary was 700 yuan, and her father's salary might be higher, as well as bonuses and contribution fees.

These salaries are too small in the compound. She has no idea, but she always feels that mom and dad have to raise two cubs, which must be very expensive, and no matter how much money is spent, it is better to save money.

Therefore, she takes as much pocket money as Mom and Dad give, and never takes the initiative to ask for more.

Although, small money, of course, the more the better.

As for the lack of it?

Sum up, Song Qiaoxi still feels that, from the perspective of her current situation, it is not short of money to restrain her desire for "little cats"?

"No, there is no shortage of money... I just do, just ask casually." Holding Chu Jin's arm awkwardly, Nuo Tuanzi waved his other hand, haha ​​and turned around to enter the family building.

This topic, let's pass it.

Ask again, I'm afraid it's me who is embarrassed...

As soon as she turned her head, the soles of her feet slipped and almost split a big fork on the spot. Fortunately, the boy held her back with his hand.

Chu Jin supported his arms with both hands from behind, and fished the Nuo Dumpling from the ice in a funny posture.

That action is a bit like a figure skater failing to lift and almost knocking his partner to the ground...

Helping her to stand still, the boy gently patted Song Qiaoxi on the back twice, as if he was afraid that she would be frightened, and stopped her.

It was indeed a cold sweat, and was shocked.

You know, falling on the ice is always hurting!

While panting in shock, Chu Jin was able to tidy up the two little braids flying around on the woolen hat. The corners of his mouth were curved. "There is no shortage now, does not mean that there will be no shortage in the future. The money is in the drawer of my desk. You need to use it. Get it yourself."

Song Qiaoxi raised her head in surprise, and looked at Chu Jin with a particularly admiring look.

Huh!

Good guy, really good guy!

So proud!

In her mind, the title of "Little God of Wealth" in the courtyard was instantly changed from Wang Junyang to Chu Jin.

The happiness passed quickly, but after thinking about it, I still felt a little wrong.

Xiao Nuo Tuan moved her fingers in her wide gloves, hesitatingly said, "But, is that your money? I can't move it..."

"You can, and I have no secrets for you."

After speaking, the boy took her arm and walked slowly into the unit building.

Nuo Tuanzi was stunned, and followed him home. After entering the house, Chu Jin helped her to untie her scarf, take off her woolen hat and gloves, take off the big cotton-padded jacket, and organize the clothes and hang them on the hangers in the hallway.

She thought about Chu Jin's words, and she didn't get rid of it for a long time, but she really felt a bit profound. He didn't talk much, and often ignored his own questions, and sometimes answered very seriously.

And these serious answers to her questions, Song Qiaoxi often listened to the clouds.

Just like just now, although she understood every word, she couldn't understand Chu Jin's words when connected.

Fortunately, no troubles can bother Xiao Nuo Tuan for too long.

In just one lunch, she had already forgotten the "red envelopes", "secrets" and so on. The sweet and sour fish steaks, fried rice whites and laba porridge for lunch were enough to make Song Qiaoxi forget KFC too. It's all clean.

She is such an easily satisfied child, and because she is not lacking in love now, she lives extraordinarily happily.

Song Qiaoxi will forget many things.

What you write down are all beautiful and happy things.

The little girl's attention is also easily drawn away by other things.

And the beautiful boy named Chu Jin beside her silently remembered every word she had said and every question she had asked.

Chu Jin kept in mind Nuo Tuanzi's kindness, tolerance, and unconcealed love for him from the beginning.

I don't know when, protecting Song Qiaoxi, protecting the Song family, and even a little bit of taking the place of "revenge" in his mind.

Song Qiaoxi didn't know, even if she told her now, her young mind would not understand.

Chu Jin would replace the small beam of light she shot into his new house back then with the endless spoiling and love in the latter half of his life, and return it to her in multiples.

-

That night, Song Qiaoxi went to ask Chu Jin to have dinner.

Pushing the door into the boiler room, I was immediately shocked by the pile of high-end stationery piled on the side of the desk. There was also a bamboo basket full of fruit on the ground, and a new Mickey Mouse hard-shell schoolbag was placed on the empty chair. It's very similar to my pink Minnie schoolbag.

Haha, it's kind of like that...what's it called?

Yes, couple models!

Mickey and Minnie are a couple, I feel a little bit ashamed to think of this, so I shook my head quickly to think of something else.

This was given by the leader of the newspaper, and his colleagues from Mama Chu, when they came to see him in the afternoon?

Little girls of this age especially like these colorful hard-shell notebooks, scented erasers, scented beads, colorful pens...

She was too troublesome and didn't take off the cotton jacket.

Like a little penguin, he walked awkwardly to the desk, grabbed the edge of the table and moved forward. He looked and looked at a distance, but he didn't do anything. Finally, his eyes fell on a Snoopy hard-shell notebook with a green cover. superior.

Snoopy is wearing a Christmas hat, holding a Christmas bell in his hand, and grinning.

There is also a big Christmas tree beside it, with a star on the top of the tree, and the star with sequins, which is very beautiful.

"like?"

Chu Jin put down the enamel water glass in his hand, picked up the coat and asked her.

The scarf was covered too tightly, his ears were covered, and Chu Jin's voice seemed to be floating from a far away place.

Song Qiaoxi turned around strenuously, her sight was blocked, and it took a long time to find where the boy was.

She nodded in the direction of Chu Jin, and said gruntly, "Harrage pen, it's really crooked...you scream? Huh, go away, the vegetable demon... .."

To like is to like, but there are too many beautiful things in this world. In the world of Nuo Dangzi, liking does not necessarily mean possessing. It is also good to appreciate if you have seen it with your eyes.

What's more, other people's things, no matter how good they are, are other people's, not their own.

Chu Jin didn't say anything, just looked at her with interest.

He looked a little hairy, Song Qiaoxi was wearing cotton trousers and had two short legs with inconvenient mobility. She was about to walk to the door to wait for him.

Suddenly, a force behind her pulled the big cotton-padded hat behind her neck, and the hat sank. It seemed that something was stuffed into the hat?

I hurriedly tried to reach out and touch, but my short arm couldn't reach it.

"Well......"

She was so anxious that she groaned.

Chu Jin had put on her coat, put the fruit basket in one hand, and let go of her with the other.

He gently patted his little head with a woolen cap, his eyes curled with a smile, "I'll find out when I go home, let's go."

This evening, there is a green hard-shell notebook on Song Qiaoxi’s desk in the West House.

After dinner, she couldn’t put it down and fiddled with this little book. The inner pages of the book had a cute Snoopy printed on the lower right corner of each page. The shape was still different, and the page still exudes fragrant fruits. Smell.

A tilted head and a "grunt" turn of his big eyes decided an important thing.

In the future, I will use this book to keep a diary!

Moreover, I vowed not to use the "dog crawling" font to ruin such a beautiful book...

At 11:30 in the middle of the night, Song Qiaoxi wore a fluffy curly hair and a coral velvet yellow pajamas, dragging pink bunny cotton slippers, rubbing her eyes, and walked out of the room in a daze.

The yam ribs soup my mother stewed in the evening was so delicious. She was greedy, and drank three small bowls. Before going to bed, there was another glass of Gao Lego's milk. At this moment, her belly was too bloated.

After hushing, I came out of the bathroom and saw Uncle Wang, Uncle Ding and Dad sitting around the dining table in the living room.

The three who were called the "three heads" by several mothers put a small wine cup in front of each, a dish of fried peanuts on the table, and a silver lunch box with pork head in red oil. There is also a plate of thinly sliced ​​beef with sauce, a plate of five-spice sausage Shuangpin and a small plate of cucumber.

Haw, a few adults secretly eat delicious food at night!

Hearing the conversations of several dads, Song Qiaoxi suppressed the urge to rush forward to beg for sausages, and went back to the small room to conceal the door.

The location of her room is particularly good, looking from the crack in the door, the living room is unobstructed, and she pricked her ears to listen to the movement outside.

"Brother Wang, Big Brother Ding, time flies so fast, it's Ding Chounian, hiss..." Dad took a sip of wine, smashed his mouth, his voice was deliberately lowered, "Hong Kong also We are going to return, our motherland is hard-hearted, for more than a hundred **** years, finally home!"

"No, my brother got together for the last time a few years ago. This year, I was so busy and dizzy. The children really didn't have much time to meet when they went to school. The next time I get together is the Year of the Ox," Uncle Ding took the chopsticks and pork head. He laughed softly like self-deprecating, and shook his head, "Hey, I hope that next year, my stinky kid won't be the last in the exam again. You said that Ding Yi and Ding Miao were born to the same parents, so how bad are they? what!

Ding stayed at home to show me comics every day. As soon as he showed him his handwriting, he felt pain everywhere and pretended to be sick..."

Father Song patted Uncle Ding on the shoulder, "Big brother, don't be too anxious. Isn't this just the first grade? What anxious? Give the child some time. I guess he hasn't adapted from the kindergarten yet. Let Miaomiao teach him more. Ding Yi, that kid is smart."

"Hey, Brother Ding, we both feel sorry for the same disease. Well, you are still much better than me. You have two in your family. Miaomiao has been relieved since he was a child. Who doesn't envy..." Uncle Wang frowned. The cup was boring, and his face was a little red, "My Wang Junyang, don't mention it, he has been a bear since he was a child, and the bigger he gets, the more bearable he is!

I was the second to last in the exam. Nothing is better than Ding Yi. On this kid's paper, even his name was written incorrectly. My daughter-in-law beat him the other day and it hurts!

Brother Song is still the luckiest. As soon as your Xixi’s cleverness goes to school, it is used for learning. You don’t introduce experience. Xixi, how did you and your younger siblings educated in the past six months, now the little girl is so sensible, obedient? The kid Xiao Chujin is also very good. He got the first place in the exam. He is really a little prodigy! "

"Hey, this..." Father Song flushed, I don't know if he was happy or drinking, he was a little drunk, and blinked dumbly. "Qiao Qin and I have never paid attention to Xixi in studying. , Don’t you know, Qiao Qin will spin as soon as school starts, and I don’t know much about it... Maybe, maybe it’s up to the child to know it?"

Uncle Ding and Uncle Wang looked at each other, and the two uncles smiled and cast a blank look at his father, teasing him, "Look at what Brother Song looks like, he's proud, he's hiding himself, I don't want to talk..."

"Oh, let's not talk about it, the new house in the compound has started to lay the foundation, and we will line up to choose the apartment in Kaichuner. Have you read the drawings?" Father Song seemed to deliberately diverted the topic, touched a peanut on the plate and threw it in his mouth. , "I think the first unit of Building 1 and the first unit of Building 5 are good. Building 5 is a single-family house. It's not right. Qiao Qin has taken a fancy to the fifth floor of Building 5."

"Building No. 5 is great, but my wife likes the first unit of Building 1. She is very superstitious. She said that if the master gave her one, she still has to bring one. The first unit of Building 5 is also a three-bedroom apartment, right?" Uncle Wang said. Clink glasses with Uncle Ding.

"Yes, a three-bedroom house. You can choose a three-bedroom house by job title. Didn’t you start monetizing your housing this year? I have saved some money for writing in the past two years, but I still want to choose a bigger one. Come to live at home, just..." Dad paused and looked up at the two uncles. "I don't know what the child thinks, the child is too stubborn."

"Come slowly, Brother Song..." Uncle Wang said.

"That's right, you can't force it. After all, the child is so irritated, and it's good to live there now. The new house is in our bungalow. Isn't it closer?" Uncle Ding got up and moved gently. Open the chair, "I'm going to put some water..."

Lying at the door of the room, Song Qiaoxi, who was observing the "Three Stooges" from the crack of the door, jumped back on the bed quickly, tightened the quilt and covered her head.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Uncle Ding entered the bathroom and closed the door.

She silently remembered the new house her mother was looking for, and repeated it several times in her heart, "The fifth floor of the first unit in Building No. 5 is a single-family three-bedroom apartment with no opposite door."

Uncle Ding came out and went back to the living room.

Nuo Tuanzi was still a little worried in the bed.

Just climb out, unscrew the little yellow lamp, think for a moment, take out the Snoopy hard-shell notebook that Chu Jin gave her today, and open a new page.

Holding a pencil, under the dim light, he wrote on it stroke by stroke.

Mother’s wish, unit one, fifth floor of building five.

This time, Song Qiaoxi wrote the characters very carefully, not as long as they were when writing the papers, although not as good-looking, at least they looked neat and tidy.

After writing, close the notebook, unscrew the lamp, get back into the bed, and close your eyes tightly.

This time, we must help Mom and Dad fulfill their wishes!

In the next semester, we will continue to be a good baby with "five stresses, four beauties and three loves", and strive for the award of the "three good students" to come back, so that mom and dad will be happy!

-

"Ahahahahaha, it's so funny! Oh, my stomach hurts because of laughter..."

"Tom is so poor! Jerry is so smart!"

"Look, what juice did Jerry feed Tom with such a big red spoon?"

"Oh, it's a rat feeding juice, you care about his juice..."

......

Four small beans were sitting in a row, and one of them was carrying a small horse, sitting in the living room of Wang Junyang's house.

Another little Douding was holding a book and nesting on the sofa, raising his eyes from time to time to look at the four small furry heads in front of him, and shook his head and smiled.

On the twenty-fifth of the twelfth lunar month, on Sunday night, some mothers are going to clean up Chu Jin’s room, post Spring Festival couplets, and ask for blessing.

After dinner, all the "Little Gang of Five" rushed to Wang Junyang's house to watch the VCD.

Wang Junyang’s younger uncle who opened a factory in Shenzhen came to see him in Qizhou City, and gave him a VCD endorsed by Jackie Chan and a full set of Disney classic cartoon CDs, cats and teachers, Doraemon Doraemon, Saint Seiya, Flower Fairy, etc. Wait for the VCD disc to Wang Junyang.

This is full of cartoons, let you choose, and Bao Jun is satisfied.

Father Wang just put on Wang Jun's dress today and connected to his color TV, which immediately attracted the attention of several children.

The VCD player is a **** box. Put discs or thin discs into it and it will make a "click, click" sound. After a while, you can play cartoons on the color TV.

It's amazing!

This means that you can watch cartoons whenever you want?

No longer have to wait for the children's channel to have a fixed time for the cartoons in the afternoon. Moreover, you can watch which episode you want to watch. It’s so cool!

At this moment, except for Chu Jin, the four little Maotou stared at the cat and mouse on the screen attentively, discussing enthusiastically, holding their stomachs and laughing together.

"Quack", "chuckle", "haha", "haha", there are all kinds of laughter.

It's like a magic sound, just listen to laughter to know how happy these children are.

After watching a few episodes, the two little boys wanted to watch "Saint Seiya", and the two little girls wanted to watch Disney's "Sleeping Beauty".

It's just two to two, and there is no competition.

At this moment, the four small eyes turned their heads together and looked at Chu Jin, who was wearing a gray cable sweater and black corduroy pants.

This sweater was knitted for him by Mama Ding, and it fits well. The warm gray that I chose makes his face whiter, with a warm and moist temperament.

Chu Jin lifted his head from the book, calmly, looking at the four little friends sitting on Ma Zhazi in front of him.

Wang Junyang wore a Mickey Mouse blue pullover and the same color trousers. He held up two compact discs and yelled at him, "Chu Jin, what are you talking about?"

Ding Yi's sweater is the same style as his, but in different colors. He doesn't like turtleneck sweaters. It always makes his neck itchy. At this moment, he scratches his neck and winks at Chu Jin, not forgetting to say with his mouth, "Seiya ... Seiya..."

"I want to see Cinderella, and Miaomiao and I want to see Cinderella. Bambi is also okay, so is Flower Fairy. Next time you boys are at home, can’t you see Saint Seiya?"

Song Qiaoxi's voice was sweet and waxy, with a little bit of aegyo.

Today, the glutinous dumpling is like a plump orange. The coat and pants are made of orange corduroy. Two white piping doll collars are turned over from the collar of the coat. When the head is tilted, the wavy double pony tails also fall backward. Aside.

I want people to squeeze her cheeks.

She pulled Ding Miao, who was wearing a red cable sweater, and blinked her eyes asking for help.

Ding Miao shook her head, the baby's short hair also shook, and then the little girl pushed her glasses, shrugged, and stretched her hands helplessly.

The attitude is very clear, that is, she can actually look at everything, it doesn't matter.

But if you must choose...

Ding Miao nodded slightly to Chu, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, listening to Nuo Tuanzi.

It's fine now, all four pairs of eyes are staring at Chu Jin.

He thought for a while, pursed his mouth, smiled, and cleared his throat, "Cough, or else, take turns watching it? You guys like to watch, take turns, one episode at a time, girls first, let's put what they like first, right? Gentlemen like Wang Junyang and Ding Yi are sure to let girls choose first?"

The phrase "gentleman" raised the two little boys a lot.

Chu Jin said that, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were not embarrassed to rob them with the two little girls. Although they were a bit unwilling, they honestly released "Flower Fairy" for them.

Watching the credits, Song Qiaoxi went to the coffee table, grabbed a transparent plastic bag and brought it over. The plastic bag contained two sesame melons.

Before coming, Father Song had already hammered her with a hammer, and now the two sugar melons were lying torn apart in the bag.

Distributed to a few friends, the big guys have a sticky mouth and hands, and a few white sesame seeds stick to the corners of their mouths.

The air was full of fragrant maltose and sesame seeds.

Ding Yigang ate two oranges and, as his mother, put the orange peel on the radiator of Wang Junyang's house, there was a hint of bitter and sweet fragrance in the house.

In more than ten years, the first generation of the post-90s will grow up, and they will always complain to their relatives and friends around them.

Even when they are parents, no matter how they are managed, it is difficult to find the strong flavor of the year when they were children.

But you have to really ask them, what exactly is the flavor of the year?

Most of them are speechless and can't answer for a while.

At this time, in the small living room of Wang Junyang's house, a few children gathered together, talking, laughing, and playing around.

The air is filled with the sweetness of maltose, the taste of sesame, the sourness of orange peel, and the smell of outdoor firecrackers and fireworks.

These may be the children of the 1990s, right?

"Flower Fairy" is really a bit boring for the two little boys.

Wang Junyang simply returned to the sofa with Ding Yi, Ding held the "Dragon Ball" in his hand, and Wang Junyang took another piece of candied melon, and the two sat next to Chu Jin, "famous name" to accompany him.

"When will you return to the Shanghai Stock Exchange?"

Ding Yi flipped through the cartoon, pushed his glasses probe, and asked Wang Junyang across Chu Jin.

Wang Junyang bit off the corner of the cantaloupe, shaking his head and said, "I will leave the day after tomorrow. My mother said that uncle bought us a plane ticket. When will you go back to your hometown? When will you be back?"

"Mom said, we returned to Taicheng in the twenty-eighth year of the year. Today is in the twenties?"

"twenty five....."

"Well, tomorrow is twenty-six, the day after tomorrow is twenty-seven...that is the day after tomorrow! We are back on the seventh day of the day, and Dad's printing plant is about to start. When will you be back?"

"I don't know yet, it's really annoying, I hate going back to the Shanghai stock market the most..." Wang Junyang "cut" and continued to gnaw the sugar melon. Last time my little cousin spoke Mandarin to me and was scolded by my aunt. She had to ask her to speak Wu dialect to me. How can I understand it! I still like us here, by the way! The south doesn’t have heating yet! My grandmother’s house wants it. The air conditioner is on, but when the air conditioner is on, my throat hurts..."

"Oh, that can't be helped."

Ding Yi shrugged like Ding Miao, spreading his hands.

The three little boys sat on the sofa side by side, and Chu Jin and Ding Yi continued to read.

Wang Junyang was a little tired of eating sugar melons. He clapped his hands and walked down from the sofa to the side of the coffee table. He glanced at the bananas, apples and oranges in the fruit basket, shook his head, and said to himself, "Why don't you have any persimmons?"

He suddenly wanted to eat crispy and refreshing persimmons.

Song Qiaoxi, who was immersed in the "Flower Fairy" cartoon, heard Wang Junyang say so, and she slapped her forehead from the little horse to stand up, "Yangyang, I have persimmons in my house, wait for me, go downstairs and get them for you."

"Which one of you still wants to eat? It's crispy persimmons, brought over by my grandmother's family, but they are delicious!" When I walked to the door, I didn't forget to ask other friends.

Seeing everyone else except Wang Junyang shook their heads, Song Qiaoxi nodded her head, "I'll be back soon."

The security door closed with a click.

After a while, Wang Junyang saw that Song Qiaoxi hadn't come up yet, so he went to the bathroom to wash the sticky maltose in one hand, and waited for her slowly when he came back.

Washing his sticky fingers in the bathroom, I listened to Ding Yi’s elated voice, "I almost forgot, Chu Jin, my mother asked me to ask you, will you follow us back to my hometown in Taicheng during the Chinese New Year? It's fun! I can take you to climb Mount Tai, visit temple fairs, go to the big fair, and play two kicks. There are so many delicious and fun things. You definitely like it!"

Immediately afterwards, his security door opened with a "click".

"Where's Yangyang? Oh, one by one, Miaomiao, your mother told you two to go home and sleep, so Xiao Chujin will go back too. It's 9 o'clock soon. Aunty will tidy up the house for you, and it's bright now. I also posted the Spring Festival couplets and the word "Fu". Let's go, and Auntie will take you back."

It was the voice of Wang Junyang's mother, and there was a rustling sound of wearing clothes and changing shoes in the living room.

Wang Junyang immediately shook the water on his hands and poked his head out, and the three little friends were already wearing the whole body.

"Mom, I wash my hands."

He sticks out his tongue and smiles at his mother.

"You put on your pajamas, brush your teeth and wash your face," Mother Wang gave instructions to Wang Junyang, pushing Chu Jin and the three of them out of the door, turning around and adding, "When I come back, I will give you foot wash and take the basin first. come out."

"good."

He readily agreed, and waved goodbye to the three little friends. He turned back to the room and changed to pajamas. In a blink of an eye, he forgot about Song Qiaoxi's picking up persimmons.

Wang Junyang was sitting in the living room with a toothbrush in his hand, brushing his white teeth slowly, staring dullly at the "Saint Seiya" on the VCD.

That's right, as soon as the little girls left, they couldn't wait to change the discs.

Suddenly, I heard a rapid knock at the door.

Open the door, thinking about mom coming back so quickly?

"Xixi?"

He said slurredly.

Nuo Tuanzi panted, holding two persimmons the size of an apple in his arms, staring at Wang Junyang suspiciously.

Why did he brush his teeth and put on pajamas?

Song Qiaoxi probed into the room, "Huh?"

"Well......"

It seemed that Wang Junyang was so startled that he almost took a mouthful of toothpaste.

He ran to the bathroom in a panic, and Nuo Tuanzi heard him spit out foam, and there was another sound of water, and he was probably rinsing his mouth.

"They were called home to sleep by the adults. Why have you been there for so long?" Out of the bathroom, Wang Junyang wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his pajamas, and took the two persimmons she handed over. "Thank you Xixi, I can't eat it today." I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, then you will eat tomorrow." Nuo Dumpling scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassed. "Oh, my father and I have been looking for a long time before I found it. The things in my house are very strange. Only my mother knows where it is. Dad can't find anything..."

Sweeping her eyes in the empty living room, Song Qiaoxi waved her hand, "Then I will go home first, see you tomorrow."

She remembered Yang Yang saying that when the Wang family returned to the Shanghai stock market the day after tomorrow, they could play together for one day tomorrow and turned around to leave.

"Xixi, do you know that Chu Jin is going back to Thai City with Ding Yi and Ding Miao to celebrate the New Year, wow, did he tell you?"

Song Qiaoxi had already touched the handle of the anti-theft door, but was shocked by a word from Wang Junyang behind him.

When she let go of the door handle, she frowned, turned her head and looked at Wang Junyang's eyes steadily.

"What are you talking about?"

The tone was full of question marks with a hint of anxiety.