Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

The winter night of the Lantern Festival in Qizhou in 1997 was very cold. It was okay to have the sun during the day, and the ears were really going to be frozen at night.

The children were wrapped up and down with only their eyes and half of their faces exposed, and they ran around again. Not a single cub shouted cold, but the adults couldn't stand it at first.

After watching the juggling, three large groups of ten people joined together near the former residence of Li Qingzhao.

Song Qiaoxi took a hand with thick woolen gloves and gently touched the dark purple, oily mink cloak on Mother Wang's body, and made an enviable voice, "Auntie, the hand feels good, it's slippery."

Mother Wang wore a mink hat of the same color on her head, a snow-white fox fur scarf around her neck, and a pair of fashionable patent leather boots on the soles of her feet, but her lips were still purple from the cold.

Wearing a pair of lambskin gloves, she touched Nuo Tuanzi's little head with a woolen hat, and tremblingly asked, "Isn't it cold, Xixi?"

"Auntie, am I not cold? Mom said I was as hot as a small fireball!"

Song Qiaoxi looked at Mother Wang's face and turned ugly, and her mouth turned purple.

The little girl didn't know, her answer almost made Mother Wang faint on the spot.

It was her mother who broke the siege for her, and only heard Mother Song hurriedly said: "Okay, I have been crazy outside for more than two hours. You kids are not cold, and the adults are about to freeze to death. It's over 8 o'clock, go home. It’s time to go to bed. School will start within two days. Primary school is no better than kindergarten, and a few cubs will take care of me."

Hearing her mother said that she would go home immediately, Nuo Tuanzi couldn't wait to raise her hands and feet in agreement on the spot.

Just now, she saw that both Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were still happy. The two boys used two lanterns as "weapons" and beat each other, clamoring to see the biggest cow lantern.

I thought that I could go home after reading them quickly. Now my mother's proposal has been unanimously agreed by all the adults, which saves her from worrying about it.

Nodded obediently, hugged his mother's thigh, raised his face and said: "Let's go, mother, Chu Jin is home alone. What if he is hungry and wants to eat supper?"

"Well, let's go back quickly."

Dad picked up the Nuo Tuanzi, carried it to his shoulders, raised his hand to greet the others to follow, and walked to the entrance of the park.

A red Santana and a white Jetta drove several families back to the compound from Baotu Spring Park.

After the car was parked, her mother hugged Song Qiaoxi and asked her, "Are you hungry? Go home and cook a lantern for supper?"

"Hungry, hungry..." Nodded, Nuo Tuanzi is really hungry, but still thinking about someone in her heart, she said hurriedly, "Mom, I'll ask Chu Jin to come to eat the Lantern Festival, right?"

His mother's expression was obviously hesitant, and she paused and told her softly: "Okay, go and ask. If Xiao Chujin doesn't sleep, call him, if he sleeps, don't disturb him. When you are at the door, First, see if the light near the window is on? If the light is dimmed, don't call him."

"Okay, let me see if he is asleep?"

She promised her mother, Song Qiaoxi still held the little rabbit lantern in her hand, and ran away toward the boiler room.

Looking from a distance, under the dim yellow lights of the compound, a group of small black shadows and a small white lamp were moving, flickering in the winter night.

"Huh, hum," ran to the door of the boiler room, Xiao Nuo Tuan propped his knees, panted for a while, and then stepped up the steps of the bungalow.

Just about to knock on the door, I remembered my mother's instructions, stopped my hand, moved to the position of the window, and pulled the window sill to look inside.

There were red grilles on the windows, and the curtains were drawn so tightly that there was not even a seam left, and no light was visible.

Chu Jin, really asleep?

Just now on Santana, when I entered the compound gate, the radio in the car had just reported 21 o'clock in the evening.

Right now, at most 9:30 in the evening, according to Chu Jin's work and rest, he is still reading or practicing calligraphy at this time. Shouldn't you go to bed so early?

Song Qiaoxi carried the little rabbit lantern, walked back to the big iron door of the boiler room, raised her hand several times without knocking it down.

She put her ear to the door, wanting to hear what's inside.

It's a pity that there is silence all around, and nothing can be heard.

After thinking about it, I decided not to call him anymore.

If you really fell asleep and were awakened, crawling out of the warm bed, and blowing cold wind when you opened the door, you could easily catch a cold.

What the little girl didn't expect was that the sound of her footsteps wandering at the door, and the silhouette of her small head on the window sill, were all heard by Chu Jin sitting on the chair and watched in her eyes.

He didn't turn on the light, he was curled up on the chair, holding a small picture frame in his hand.

In the frame is a group photo of Chu Jin's family of three. At that time, he was still very young, three or four years old, and he was held in his arms by his father to play "flying a plane" while his mother was protecting his body.

The family laughed brightly, and the camera captured the happiest moment of the three of them.

The fifteenth of the first lunar month for three consecutive years was undoubtedly the saddest day in Chu Jin's short life.

At noon two years ago, the scene of his parents going out was still deeply engraved in his mind.

Dad had just returned from the camp, changed his chilly police uniform, put on the thick leather jacket that he often wears in winter, patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Son, dad and mom go out. At night, I will take you to Baotu Spring to watch lanterns and guess lantern riddles!"

He remembered the leather smell of the leather jacket clearly, mixed with the pungent smell of shaving lotion, which was the smell of father in his memory.

Mom was wearing a navy blue long woolen coat and a thick snow-white scarf around the door. She squeezed his face and smiled beautifully, "Exhausted, Mom and Dad will come back in a while, read less books, and watch animations. Movies or something, just call the kids to come and play at home."

"After leaving Old Chu, go early and return early. When we come back, let's go to Baotu Spring early."

"Okay, let's go, son, you count the time, mom and dad will be back within two hours."

He remembered his parents' movements, expressions, and tone clearly, but how he answered them, that memory seemed to have been emptied.

No matter how I think about it, I can't remember a single trace of it.

I don’t even remember, in the end, did I ever smile at my parents and told them "pay attention to safety"...

He didn't remember what he had reacted.

I just remember that day, I sat on the sofa in the living room, stared at the TV screen, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall from time to time.

Later, the time was longer than the two hours promised by mom and dad, and his stomach was a little hungry, but he still sat stubbornly in the living room.

The light outside the window, from bright to dark, until the house is lit up.

Every light outside the window symbolizes the reunion of a family.

The sharp telephone ringing rang in the dimly lit room.

Jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the receiver, and after hanging up, Chu Jin stood in place like a wooden man.

since that day......

Six-year-old Chu Jin knows one thing, he has no home.

In the same dim room, on the Lantern Festival two years later, Chu Jin did not turn on the ceiling lamp of the boiler room, even the small desk lamp.

Today, he does not want to study, do not want to do questions, and do not want to read books.

I don't want to do anything, I just want to let my emotions, let myself be silent in the dark, and fall deeper and deeper in the bottomless abyss.

When I was fostered at my uncle's house, the evil and cruelty buried in my heart was like a jackal, tiger and leopard who had been hungry for many days.

To become strong, only if you are strong, you will not be bullied, and you can avenge your parents.

Chu Jin hugged his trembling body tightly, bit his lip, his mouth was full of sweet smell...

A rush of footsteps at the door disrupted his thoughts.

It's Song Qiaoxi.

One knew it was the sound of her two short legs "clicking", which made her run out of breath.

The little girl groaned and gasped at the door for a long time before she came along, and then paced back and forth like a "little thief", first on the windowsill, and Chu Jin saw the dim yellow light outside the house. The silhouette of the little head fell on the glass window.

Is she holding a small lantern in her hand? It was bright, flashed past the window, then went back to the door and stopped for a while, should be listening to the movement in the room.

I don't want her to see the way I am now.

Song Qiaoxi shouldn't see all the places in the world that are out of light.

She is such a pure little person, as pure as a white rabbit, she should live in warm love, carefree and worry-free.

Gently handle the photo frame and place it on the desk.

A very small "click" sound, theoretically speaking, it is impossible for people outside to hear it.

But Song Qiaoxi felt as if she had auditory hallucinations, and she always felt a little noise in the boiler room just now.

Is Chu Jin awake?

Nuo Tuanzi, who was about to go home, stopped, leaned back to the door, and circled his mouth in the shape of a microphone, "Chu Jin, are you asleep?"

Listening again, the room is quiet.

"Chu Jin, do you want to eat Yuanxiao, the hot one, with black sesame filling?"

"Are you hungry, do you want to eat tomato and egg noodles, the kind of hot pot?"

"Master Kong's braised beef noodles, add an egg?"

"Eggs fried steamed buns?"

Repeat in turn, say once, listen to it once, say it, and listen again...

It wasn't until any noise in the room responded to her that she was completely dead.

Ugh, all right.

The idea of ​​hugging him and comforting him just fell through.

Nuo Tuanzi sighed slightly and stomped slightly, standing outside the house for so long, her feet were a bit cold.

After thinking about it, she once again lay on the crack of the door and said softly: "I will leave the little bunny lantern for you, so that you are not afraid of the dark."

Song Qiaoxi was most afraid of the dark. The compound at night had only a few dim street lights, and many places were dark, which always reminded her of the small black room in the orphanage where she was fined for doing wrong things.

With a small lantern in hand, I feel full of security.

But today, she felt that she could overcome her fear of the dark.

Because Nuo Tuanzi thinks that Chu Jin needs this little rabbit lantern more than she does.

She twirled her hands and walked to the window, placed the little rabbit lantern board right on the window sill, and fiddled with the red handle several times to make the little rabbit stand firmly, and pressed it several times. switch.

Thinking, should I let the lantern light up or keep it dark?

Finally, let the little rabbit lie on the window sill of Chu Jin boiler room brightly.

Tuanzi had a little luck in his heart.

If, if Chu Jin wakes up in a moment, and can see a light on the windowsill at a glance, he must be in a good mood.

Even if he doesn't wake up, when he gets up, he can see this little white rabbit as soon as he goes out.

He always said that he was like a little rabbit, he should be able to guess that she left it to him, right?

In my little head, I applauded enthusiastically for my wonderful ideas several times. The emotion of "I am awesome" completely replaced the guilt of not being able to hug Chu.

With the help of the dim yellow street lamp in the compound, he turned his head back and forth in the direction of the family building.

It's a pity that when you walked to the end of this straight road, looking back from a distance, the faint light on the window sill of the boiler room was still shining there.

And the moment she walked into the building...

The door of the boiler room opened with a crack.

After a few seconds...

On the windowsill, the little light from the little rabbit lantern.

Went out.

-

When she got home, her father took off her heavy cotton clothes, gloves, and scarves, and put on pink bunny cotton slippers that were baked on the heater. Song Qiaoxi felt warm from her head to her feet.

The kitchen bead curtain made a "cracking" sound, and the living room was filled with the scent of glutinous rice. Her mother asked her, "Xi Xi is back, is Xiao Chu all here?"

"No, mother, Chu Jin is probably asleep."

She was grabbed by her father to wash her hands in the bathroom, and replies to her mother loudly.

I read "Seven-Step Handwashing Song" silently in my heart, washing my fingers one by one.

Now, without Chu's supervision, she would consciously wash her hands and hands, and subtly, he changed her many bad habits.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Song family of three were sitting around the dining table, and one of them was holding a bowl of steaming Bai Fat Lantern Festival.

"Huh...huh..."

Blowing her cheeks and blowing the fat garden in the spoon vigorously, Song Qiaoxi used the tip of her tongue to test the temperature from time to time.

Not to mention, it has been a long time since the Song family had three people eating together, and no one was talking at the moment.

It suddenly changed back to a family of three, but it made everyone a little uncomfortable.

"Xixi, are you pulling all the curtains in the room?"

Mother took a sip of Yuanxiao soup, raised her eyes and asked her.

"Well......"

Xiaoxiao took a bite of the skin of glutinous rice, Song Qiaoxi nodded vaguely, and when she returned to the warm environment, she was so sleepy that she nodded straight at the moment.

"Well, I'm probably asleep. Brush your teeth as soon as you finish eating, and see if you are dozing off."

Mother raised her chin and smiled faintly.

Dad also agreed: "It doesn't matter if you are asleep, it saves the child from thinking too much."

After eating two Lantern Festivals, Nuo Tuanzi couldn't open his eyes anymore, forced his eyes to bite empty, and the panicked middle and small hands almost overturned the enamel bowl, but fortunately, his father caught it.

As soon as the child dozed off like a tiger, the sleepy bug caught his head, and he couldn't care about anything. The whole person was dizzy as if he was drunk.

The mother shook her head and laughed at her daughter, "You can fall asleep even if you eat." She lifted her small round buttocks from the chair and went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.

Turning around, he took off his outer clothes and threw them under the covers, and didn't care about washing his feet.

As soon as Xiao Nuo Tuan's head touched the pillow, he saw Gong Zhou go.

In her dream, Song Qiaoxi dreamed that the little rabbit lantern left in the boiler room had become a huge fluffy white rabbit, as big as a bear.

Holding a sword with colorful rays in his hand, the white rabbit, like a patron saint, guarded her at the door of Chu Jin’s boiler room, and beat all the monsters that wanted to break into the room to hurt him...

Early the next morning, at breakfast, Song Qiaoxi mysteriously leaned in front of Chu Jin and asked with a smile: "Did you go to bed very early last night? Did you hear anything outside the house?"

"..."

The boy frowned, glanced at her, and continued to drink porridge in a gentle manner.

Oh......

It seemed that Chu Jin didn't hear his question, and the little rabbit lantern did not become the patron saint of the white rabbit.

Then he asked: "Then, when you came this morning, did you see a little white rabbit lantern on the windowsill?"

Without nodding or shaking his head, Chu Jin drank porridge spoon by spoon in silence, his chin tucked in a turtleneck sweater, his thick and long eyelashes almost blocked his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Nuo Tuanzi didn't continue to annoy others.

Hanging hands, returning to his seat silently, two chubby hands holding a white sugar triangle and chewing.

There is the sweet taste of sugar filling in his mouth, and I feel a little bit distressed for my little rabbit lantern.

Oh, will it...

Was it taken away by any early child in the compound?

-

Winter goes to spring.

The spring neck and autumn neck in Qizhou City are as thick and short as the neck of a Shar Pei. It can be understood that the head is directly connected to the shoulder, which is about no.

A few days after the season when the catkins were flying, the early summer couldn't wait to show up.

The next semester of the first grade in the elementary school attached to the normal school enters the second half of the semester.

The little beanbags in the fifth class of the first grade have grown up a lot and have generally adapted to school life. All of them have joined the Young Pioneers. They all wear red scarves dyed with blood donations from martyrs. They are all very proud.

Halfway through the next semester of the first grade, teacher Feng, the head teacher, began to organize students to actively campaign for class cadres.

It's a pity that Teacher Feng has mobilized for a long time in private, but the two-barred class cadres didn't seem to attract these little peasants.

No way, she had to give the cubs an ultimatum. In the class meeting on Monday, she would run for the monitor, deputy monitor and all class leaders. Students are invited to sign up.

This Monday in May, Song Qiaoxi took the lead and walked into the classroom with the "Little Gang of Five" with milk in his mouth.

As soon as she entered the door, she was so surprised that her milk bag almost fell out of her mouth.

There were not many classmates in the class, only three to five. Everyone had a pack of Mimi Shrimp Crackers and a Zhenzhibang on their desks.

Snacks at school?

I saw Jiang Qisheng walking over with a plastic bag in his hand, smiling all over his face, and the little mung bean's eyes narrowed to the point that he was almost invisible.

Xiao Pangdun stretched out the bag in front of Song Qiaoxi. There was half a bag of lollipops and shrimp crackers left in the bag. His tone was obviously flattering, "Xixi, pick whatever taste you like. I sent a really awesome one, you can do as many as you want."

Jiang Qisheng suddenly became so enthusiastic about him, which made Song Qiaoxi feel uncomfortable, and her hairs stood up.

No, although I didn't fight Jiang Qisheng this half semester, but every time I met, both sides didn't have a good face. Today he is...

Take the wrong medicine?

Even more weird is yet to come. Jiang Qisheng spread the bag in front of the big guy like a salesman, and greeted enthusiastically, "Chu Jin, Wang Junyang, Ding Yi, and Miaomiao, don’t be stunned, you like to eat. What does it taste like? Grapes, strawberries, peaches, or oranges?"

Although the relationship is not good, it is not a deep hatred.

Song Qiaoxi always remembered her ten-year-old memory. She was a young lady, so she had to be generous, she took off the milk bag and smiled awkwardly and politely, "Thank you, Jiang Qisheng, I... Stop eating."

Although she is greedy, she also knows that not everyone can eat what is given.

I vaguely feel that Jiang Qisheng is too weird. Doesn't it fit his character?

Holding the shoulder strap of the schoolbag in his hand, he nodded at Xiao Pangdun, raised his leg and walked to the back of the classroom. The others ignored Jiang Qisheng and walked away from him to their seat.

Just a few steps away, Song Qiaoxi heard Jiang Qisheng yelling behind her anxiously, "Well, can you vote for me to be the class leader during the afternoon class meeting?"

Suddenly staying on the spot, his eyes widened in shock, and he turned his head to look at Xiao Pangdun.

Good guy...

Fortunately, he didn't eat his snacks. It was necessary to eat it. It was really short-mouthed and short-handed.

Was it waiting for her here?

Could it be that Jiang Qisheng's father taught him this too?

If you eat his sweets, you must elect him as the monitor, is it considered "accepting bribes"...

Song Qiaoxi looked straight at Jiang Qisheng with longing eyes, her clear and clear voice echoed in the classroom, "Whether you are elected as the monitor depends on whether your campaign speech can impress me? It’s great with you, Mimi's shrimp sticks are hairy. relation."

After speaking, he turned his head and strode back to the last row of desks, grabbed the lollipops and Mimi shrimp sticks on the desks, and put them back on Jiang Qisheng's seat.

Jiang Qi was so angry that he blushed with a thick neck, pouting his mouth and stomping, and carrying a plastic bag to "raider" other classmates.

At the end of the Chinese class in the morning, Chu Jin was called to the office by Mr. Feng. When he came back, Song Qiaoxi looked over her head curiously and asked, "Why is Mr. Feng looking for you?"

Seeing Nuo Tuanzi's gossip look, Chu Jin's mouth was slightly tilted, "Why do you have to ask about everything?"

"Oh, I'm at the same table as you, and also a good friend of you. Of course I have to care about you."

She can speak up to gossip in such a righteous way...

Chu Jin took out the book, shook his head and said softly: "Ms. Feng wants me to run for monitor."

"..." Song Qiaoxi covered her mouth, widened her eyes and looked around, lowering her voice and exclaiming, "Then you have to compete with Jiang Qisheng, he has almost'bribered' all the students!"

"I didn't promise..."

"Well, all right, but why?"

"Not why, I don't want to."

Chu Jin didn't want to be the squad leader, Song Qiaoxi also understood that she had been a squad leader before, and she had to take care of big and small things, and she was really tired.

So this time I went to elementary school again, and she was not going to be a cadre anyway.

It’s good to spend the elementary school life like this.

Presumably, Chu Jin thinks the same way, right?

She patted him on the shoulder with an approaching person, and put on a look like "I know you well", "Very good, it will be a lot easier if you don't run for class monitor."

But fate is love to make fun of people.

The more you want to avoid things, the more you cannot avoid them.

In the afternoon class meeting, teacher Feng, the teacher of the class, adopted the principle of "distribution system" for class cadres who did not participate in the election.

Ding Miao was assigned the position of study committee.

Because Chu Jin didn't want to have a full-time job, Teacher Feng asked Ding Miao, the second-best student in the class, to serve as the study committee member.

On the surface, Song Qiaoxi is sitting in the classroom, but in fact, her mind has long since wandered into an era. She was watching Verne's novels recently. She doesn't have much deep memory of the wonderful plot of "Twenty Thousand Miles Under the Sea", but it appears in the book. All kinds of seafood...attracted.

Wow, I drool when I think about it!

Suddenly, I heard Teacher Feng call the name, and made a jealous call.

"Song Qiaoxi, come to be a literary committee. The music teacher said that you have a good tune in singing. You must work **** any cultural activities organized in the class in the future!"

Teacher Feng smiled and nodded to her, and took the lead in applauding.

What?

Faced with the warm applause of the students, Nuo Tuanzi scratched his head in embarrassment.

This......

Well, this is the "two bars" that I want to hide, but I haven't avoided it.

Fortunately, the literary and art committee is not a post with a particularly high sense of existence, so I worry about the annual "June 1" art performance.

Then came the campaign for squad leader. Not surprisingly, Jiang Qisheng was elected with the highest vote among the three contenders, but Song Qiaoxi was surprised that Zhao Xin, Ding Miao’s deskmate, would also run for squad leader.

Zhao Xin has always been timid, blushing when he speaks. I didn't expect that he would summon the courage to come to the stage and finish his election speech.

Out of support for a good friend, Song Qiaoxi voted for Zhao Xin, although she also knew that Zhao Xin estimated that it would be difficult to be elected as the monitor.

But Teacher Feng finally made Zhao Xin, who had the second highest number of votes, become the deputy squad leader.

The little boy smiled shyly and kept peeking at Ding Miao secretly.

When get out of class was over, Song Qiaoxi ran to Ding Miao's desk, congratulated the shy boy, and gave him a thumbs up, "Zhao Xin, you are awesome!"

Zhao Xin blushed and whispered: "I, I hope I can, be more courageous, and no longer be so courageous. I didn't expect to be a deputy squad leader? I thought, I can't be a squad leader.. ...."

He scratched his head and glanced at Ding Miao, his face flushed even more.

"You have to believe in yourself. If you don't fight for something, how can you know if it will work? You are really good, and many people are afraid to fight for it."

Xixi Zha Brand Chicken Soup, you deserve it.

By mid-June 1997, the students in the fifth grade of the first grade of the Normal Primary School officially ended their first grade study career.

Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao also got their "Three Good Students" certificates back as they wished.

These two little girlfriends, when they were in their second grade, they had spent money on the star sisters in the compound!

-

Song Qiaoxi's green Snoopy hard shell book, every few days, will record things she finds interesting.

The enthusiasm of little girls for diaries is always much higher than that of little boys. After they have written them, they will often take out pages and read them again.

Xiao Nuo Tuan took out the green paper notebook from the drawer and flipped through the contents at will.

July 2, 1997, the weather: sunny

There was a live TV broadcast of Hong Kong's return last night. I asked my parents to ask me to get up and watch it, but my mother said that I slept like a pig and couldn't wake up. I was very unhappy yesterday.

But today I am very happy, because my father took me to Ximen Electronics City to buy a camera, and I am also a kid with a camera!

Sister Qiu Meng and I will learn how to take pictures. In the future, I will make a lot of small money by taking pictures. Half of it will be reserved for mom and dad, and the other half will be paid to Chu as agreed.

August 15, 1997, the weather: sunny to cloudy

Today, my father bought a big watermelon ice and put it in the refrigerator. After taking it out, I cut it in half. Chu and I half, father and mother half. Our family of four ate the watermelon with a spoon.

While reading, Song Qiaoxi amused herself, sticking out her tongue, pulling her ears, and started writing today's diary.

October 14, 1997, the weather: sunny

My father said at dinner today that he was going to choose a new house tomorrow, and my mother was very happy.

I want to be obedient, not cause trouble at school, and let my parents live in the best new house.

Draw a full stop, close the diary and put it in the drawer.

Nuo Tuanzi turned the small lamp down, packed up her schoolbags and climbed onto her crib.

Put the thin quilt to your chin, put your hands together and close your eyes to make a wish.

I hope that tomorrow will be an ordinary, smooth and profitable day!

-

Since the second grade, Song Qiaoxi and the others no longer let mom and dad pick them up every day.

The Normal Primary School is not far from the newspaper compound. There is No. 102 bus on the opposite side of the road at the entrance of the compound. It takes five stops to reach the Normal Primary School.

Parents feel relieved when several children go to and from school together every day.

By coincidence, the Normal School Attached Elementary School and the Normal School Attached High School were both in a small alley, less than 500 meters apart. Xia Qiumeng and Cheng Lidong took the "Little Gang of Five" and took the bus for several times under the advice of several adults.

The cubs are very capable of learning, and soon master new skills.

The monthly ticket for elementary school students is very cheap. When you get on the bus, you will "beep" and the machine will make a "student card" reading sound. The female voice of the machine means that the children have the right to act independently.

They can leave school on their own, which relieves a lot of pressure on these dual-worker parents.

Except for Chu Jin, everyone has a string that symbolizes growing up.

Song Qiaoxi finally got her wish and got the right to control the keys of the house. A red string hung the key on her chest, not to mention being too proud.

In mid-October, the autumn sun is warm and warm, the so-called autumn is high and fresh.

Today it was Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin's turn to be on duty, and they walked away from home half an hour early.

After arriving at school, after finishing the duty, some classmates entered the classroom one after another. The two at the same table held a book and watched quietly.

Woke up too early at noon and only slept for 20 minutes. Xiao Nuo Tuan was a little sleepy at the moment.

She stretched and yawned, closed her book, and was going to sleep on her stomach for a while.

Chu Jin silently took off his school uniform jacket, folded it into a small pillow, and handed it to her. After that, he continued to read like an okay person.

"Thank you Chu Jin, why are you so good?"

Taking it unceremoniously, the little girl turned her face on Chu Jin's coat, quietly taking a deep breath.

Well, it smells so good.

The bench the two were sitting on moved slightly, and Nuo Tuanzi heard Chu Jin's footsteps, and he estimated that he was going to the bathroom?

Close your eyes slowly, preparing to squint for a while before the teacher comes.

Suddenly, a few "jijiji" immature animal cubs came from the front seat, making her sleepless.

Is it a chicken? !

Is it a fluffy, cute little chicken cub? !

Song Qiaoxi likes all kinds of small animals the most. She likes chickens, ducks, puppies, and kittens, but it's a pity that her mother has a cleanliness habit and she doesn't let her raise small animals.

He raised his head suddenly and followed the source of the sound to find out who brought the little animal to the school?

I saw three rows of seats away from him. On Jiang Qisheng's desk, two little chicken cubs dyed red were standing tremblingly.

Wow, so cute!

Before she made the sound of being cute, her brows wrinkled unconsciously in the next second.

Jiang Qisheng and his little entourage, the two violently picked up the chicken's wings, let the two chickens imitate Transformers "fight" in the air, and the chicken cubs who were grabbing their wings and flying all over the sky screamed tenderly.. ....

A breath of heat gushed from the small chest, and Song Qiaoxi "cangdang" to get up from the bench.