Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

"Of course, Xixi is on the Spring Festival Gala, why don't we know?"

Mom and Song Qiaoxi walked to the living room upon hearing the sound.

Song Qiaoxi even pointed her finger at herself and asked in a daze, "Brother Ranran, I'm on TV? Are you sure it's me..."

"Come on, look at it!"

The cousin took Song Qiaoxi's arm and told her to sit down in front of the TV.

I saw a little girl wearing a pink tank top skirt and a white bottoming shirt on the TV screen, singing with a strong Hong Kong and Taiwan accent: "You can machine Ma-cau, don't I really believe it, I've been away from you for too long. Mother......"

Song Qiaoxi wore the same pink vest skirt that day, with white rabbit fur on the shoulders, and a white bottoming sweater with Peter Pan collar inside.

Mother combed her a princess hair, with a pink hairpin, long hair like seaweed draped behind her.

The little **** TV has big eyes, looks a little nervous, looks timid, and looks very cute.

Song Qiaoxi thinks this song sounds so good!

The little girl in the Spring Festival Gala has straight black hair. Although the skirt is the same as her own, her eyes are a bit similar, but in other respects, the two don't seem to be very similar?

"Xixi, look, isn't it you? When did you go to sing "Song of the Seven Sons"?"

However, my cousin triumphantly pointed at the little **** the TV, and then at Song Qiaoxi.

"Puff haha, of course, this is not Xixi, obviously he is not alone? It's just like clothes, what do you look at, what kind of eyes do you look at! Let the second uncle buy you more goat liver soup to eat to fill your eyes... ..."

The uncle's cousin looked at the TV screen, then looked at her, and laughed out loud.

The second uncle also agreed: "That's right, the little girl I watched on TV is not as good as our Xixi, Xixi is so white, and the eyes are bigger than that little girl, anyway, the second uncle just thinks our girl is the most beautiful! "

"It's still Xixi who looks good. I think Xixi has lost weight recently? The pointed chin has come out." The second lady picked up a topped dumpling and prepared to take it to the kitchen. She didn't forget to add another sentence after turning her head. Now, how many children are going to compare each other for a while, see if Xixi grows taller?"

"Well, I seem to have really grown taller?"

Song Qiaoxi jumped up from the bench and pulled up Chu Jin, who was sitting aside, to compare him back to back.

There are several scratches on the door frame of Song's study. The left door frame is from Song Qiaoxi, and the right door frame is full of scratches.

It can be seen that Song Qiaoxi has indeed grown taller this year, but it is still far from Chu Jin.

Being praised by the second lady today, she immediately felt as if she had really jumped into a tall one.

Close to Chu Jin's back, Xiao Nuo Tuan anxiously asked the second uncle who came over: "Second uncle, do you see where I am in Chu Jin? Am I almost as tall as him?"

The second uncle asked her to wait, then went to the study to take the book, put it on Song Qiaoxi's head, and let out a "pouch" laugh.

"Ahahahahahaha, oh, Xixi, come and see for yourself to see where you are in Chu End?"

He maintained the position of the book with one hand, and took Song Qiaoxi around in a circle with the other hand, letting her have a good look at Chu Jin's back.

Blinking his eyes, Nuo Tuanzi looked at the position of the book, and felt refreshing in his heart.

This, the gap between Chu Jin and Chu Jin is still close!

Why don't you grow taller?

Obviously I have worked hard to eat meat!

It's so unfair, Chu Jin doesn't eat much meat, he still grows so tall...

Sullenly nestled on the sofa, with a fruit peel in his mouth, Song Qiaoxi gnawed a little bit with her front teeth.

Chu Jin sat next to her, turned his face to the side, and softly asked with a slight smile in his eyes: "What's the matter? Are you angry?"

"Why am I so short? Miaomiao was as tall as me when she was in kindergarten. Now she is taller than me. Ding Yi has grown taller. Wang Junyang is almost as tall as you. You are almost as tall as your brother. Now, my brother is going to be in junior high school, and I will be nine years old soon, so why don’t I grow longer..."

Xiao Nuo Tuan said, his mouth grumbled aggrievedly.

Chu Jin comforted her: "You are one year younger than me. Ding Miao and the others are older than you. You are younger. Maybe you will grow taller in two years."

"What if I don't grow tall? Mom and Dad grow tall, but the short one is so shameless..."

Song Qiaoxi thought that it would be too embarrassing if she didn't grow tall in the future, her mood was obviously low, and the fruit peel in her mouth was not fragrant, like chewing wax.

"You will definitely grow taller in the future."

Chu Jin said firmly, stretched out his hand and lightly tapped the tip of Nuo Tuanzi's nose.

With Chu Jin's assurance, Song Qiaoxi was still a little worried, raising her eyes and asking seriously: "What if it is really long and not tall?"

"Then I don't dislike you..."

Chu Jin laughed softly.

-

During the Spring Festival of 1999, a lot of popular vocabulary became popular on the Spring Festival evening.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the ground", "Crushes, beautiful girls; dinosaurs, not beautiful.", "Go home often", "Return of Macau"...

During the Lantern Festival this year, a few cubs are not very interested in going to Baotu Spring to watch the lanterns or watching folk performances with small lanterns.

Nine or ten-year-old dolls, after being exposed to the Internet and computers, prefer to stay at home and play on the computer.

During the winter vacation, her mother also asked Song Qiaoxi to practice Jinshan typing exercises at home to train her typing hand speed.

Xiao Nuo Tuan's hands-on ability is not strong, typing speed is not fast, Jinshan typing practice for a long time, the effect is not good, but also feel bored, and Chu Jin complained several times during the first winter vacation.

During the holidays, if she played on the computer in the study, Chu Jin would usually play the piano or do Mathematical Olympiad.

Mother will control Song Qiaoxi's computer time. For more than one and a half hours, she will practice calligraphy or write winter homework.

Usually this time, it is the time for Chu Jin to "play" with the computer.

To Song Qiaoxi's surprise, she accidentally discovered that Chu Jin was not playing a game. The computer screen was full of symbols, formulas, numbers, and letters that she couldn't understand.

Asked him, Chu Jin just smiled, and didn't give himself an answer.

Until the day before the end of the winter vacation, Song Qiaoxi found an icon in the shape of a little white rabbit on the computer desktop.

Chu Jin just sat on the piano bench, flipping through the scores.

"Chu Jin, come and see, what is this, why have I never seen it before?"

Sitting on the computer chair with two short legs dangling, Song Qiaoxi turned the chair handle with both hands, turning herself to face Chu Jin.

The boy put down the piano score in his hand, looked up and blinked at her, "Open it and take a look, you won't know it."

"Oh, what is it?"

Xiao Nuo Tuan turned himself back again, and double-clicked on the little white rabbit icon.

A lot of white bunnies appeared on the screen, jumping on the lawn waiting to be fed and eating carrots.

In order for the bunny to eat more carrots, it is necessary to try to type the characters at the top of the screen correctly.

If you hit the right character, it will become a carrot and fall down, and the little rabbit will rush to eat the carrot.

Song Qiaoxi was stunned, this turned out to be a small typing game software!

Compared with boring typing exercises, this little game is much more interesting and not boring at all.

"This is what you did?"

After a try, Song Qiaoxi left the keyboard with a pair of short hands, turned around and stared at Chu Jin with wide eyes, as if she didn't recognize the handsome boy in front of her.

"Well," Chu Jin nodded, and smiled and asked softly, "Do you like it?"

"I like it!" Song Qiaoxi nodded like smashing garlic, looked back at the mini game, and then at Chu Jin, scratching her head with her hand, "How did you do it? No one taught you, wow, the school will only start a computer class next semester. , But the school doesn’t teach how to make games, right?"

"There are programming tutorials on the Internet. It's very simple. You can learn by yourself." Chu Jin shrugged, picked up the piano sheet on the bench again, flipped through a few pages and placed the piano on the piano stand. Do more interesting games for you, but you can’t play for too long, or your eyes will be short-sighted."

Song Qiaoxi raised her hands and cheered: "Awesome! Chu Jin, why are you so good!"

By the time of Kai Chun'er, Song Qiaoxi's typing speed improved a lot.

This little rabbit eating carrot game, Chu Jin will upgrade it every few weeks to increase the difficulty.

When the normal school attached a computer class in the new semester, the computer teacher found that Chu Jin surpassed Wang Junyang and became the little boy in Class 5 of the third grade.

He was also forced to be named "Computer Class Representative" by a computer teacher.

Although this position, the only job is to give everyone shoe covers before entering the computer room...

It's just that before the millennium, no one paid attention to Chu Jin's "insignificant" little flash. After all, he was too smart, and he seemed to be able to do his best without any effort.

The few families in the courtyard and the Song family who are close to each other will not put any pressure on Chu in front of the children.

But in private, they all believe that this child will definitely be a material of Tsinghua and Peking University in the future, suitable for scientific research, and should be a postdoctoral fellow.

Only Chu Jin himself seemed to move a certain string in his heart after being exposed to the computer and the Internet.

A thin network cable can connect the world together.

A seed was planted silently in the little boy's heart.

He told himself that apart from the dream of traveling around the world with Song Qiaoxi, he also had a little dream in his heart...

-

In September 1999, just a few days after the fifth class of the fourth grade in the Normal Primary School started, the class was blown up because of several heavy news in a row.

"Xixi, Chu Jin, do you know that there will be a seven-day holiday starting from October 1st this year on National Day, and it will be so long on Labor Day from May 1st. It’s so cool! This year’s National Day will have its 50th anniversary. The military parade, let’s watch the live broadcast together on November. When I came to my house, my mother had just replaced a 40-inch plasma color TV. It looked clear."

Wang Junyang was lying on Song Qiaoxi's desk.

Just in the education class, he played basketball with a few boys in the class. His face was full of sweat, but his face was filled with an unstoppable smile.

"Wang Junyang, if you go a little bit, sweat will drip onto the table, I don't want to wipe it again."

Chu Jin lifted his head from the book, raised his hand and knocked on the table in front of Wang Junyang, his face clearly unhappy.

"Know it......"

Wang Junyang suffocated his mouth and stepped back.

"A little further back."

Chu Jin was a bit reluctant today.

Until staring at him to retreat to a certain distance from Song Qiaoxi, he lowered his head again to read the book and do the question.

"Hurry and wipe it, I'll catch a cold in a while," Song Qiaoxi took out a tissue from her schoolbag and handed it to him, then took out her small water bottle and drank her mouth, "Yes, it's going to be a long vacation, but our dad seems to have a long vacation. You have to take turns to be on duty in the editorial department. I heard what my mother said, then we should go to your house to watch the military parade?"

After speaking, she glanced at Chu Jin who was sitting next to her, and wanted to ask for his opinion.

Chu Jin's body was dry and dry, with no sweat at all.

Because he didn't take physical education at all, he was taken to the office by math teacher Li to make up for Mathematical Olympiad. He said that he would let Chu Jin represent the school to participate in the Olympic Mathematical Olympiad next semester.

Chu Jin raised his head from the book, frowned slightly, glanced at Song Qiaoxi, and paused when his eyes fell on the tissue in Wang Junyang's hand.

"Shall we go to Yangyang's house to watch the military parade?"

Song Qiaoxi tilted her head and asked softly.

"I do whatever you want, you decide."

Chu Jin answered her, lowered his head again and began to calculate the problem.

"Xixi, you are so kind to me, you really care about me." Wang Junyang wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, and said happily, "Can we call Brother Lidong and Sister Qiu Meng together? They are also on vacation, Brother Lidong said, There will be a lot of new tanks, artillery, missiles, and various fighter jets at the military parade. He knows a lot and can explain it to us at that time."

Song Qiaoxi thought for a while and said honestly: "Sister Qiu Meng has just returned from the hospital. I heard Uncle Xia say that my sister needs to rest, and if my sister does not go, Brother Lidong will not go."

Wang Junyang held the used tissue in his hand, didn't throw it away, patted his forehead and said, "That's right... Brother Lidong always said that we are'light bulbs', so we won't call them, just a few of us, and say yes. Come on, see or leave."

"Well, let's talk to Miaomiao and Ding Yi again. The 50th anniversary military parade must be super good-looking, so I look forward to it!" Song Qiaoxi nodded and put away the kettle.

Wang Junyang just got up from the table and got down again. He deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "The art committee, I heard the head teacher say that in order to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the National Day and Macau's return to the motherland, our school must prepare for a singing competition before the school holiday. Is it something?"

"Well, Teacher Feng said let me choose a few songs and announce them to everyone at the class meeting next Monday."

Song Qiaoxi answered Wang Junyang, slightly absent.

She turned her head and glanced at Chu Jin again, his face still stern.

"Have you chosen that song? Do you still have to choose the lead singer?" Wang Junyang blinked mysteriously and asked, "Can you choose me as the lead singer?"

Song Qiaoxi shook her head, "This is not what I said. I most hope that our class sang "Song of Seven Sons". I heard it during the Spring Festival Gala. It was very good. But the lead singer, Mr. Feng didn't mention it to me. I don't know how to arrange it, but I heard that the music teacher wants Chu Jin to play piano accompaniment."

"Song of the Seven Sons"? The lead sing is for girls. The Spring Festival Gala is a girl sing. I thought there could be any songs that a boy and a girl would lead sing together."

Wang Junyang scratched his head, stuffed the tissue he was holding in his hand into his trouser pocket, and bowed his head a little frustrated.

"I don't know, next Monday's class meeting, let's see how Teacher Feng arranges it."

Song Qiaoxi followed Miaomiao's way and shrugged coolly.

This class is a big break, and there is a 20-minute break.

She took out two "slobbers" from her schoolbag, quietly Mimi tore the sugar paper apart, bit them in her mouth, sour that she squinted her eyes.

The other one was placed naturally on the Chu Jin'ao Mathematics Book, and smiled at him with a long candy bar in his mouth, showing his white teeth.

Chu Jin took the candy but didn't eat it, so he put the candy beside the pencil box casually.

At this moment, the little boy felt a little irritable.

I don’t know when Song Qiaoxi showed friendship to other boys. Even Wang Junyang and Ding Yi in the "Little Gang of Five" who grew up together made him feel a little bit sour in his heart, like a little boy. The cat scratched with its paws.

"This sour one can be refreshing. You learned the Mathematical Olympiad for a whole lesson. Aren't you sleepy? Would you like to take a break? I will use my coat to fold a small pillow for you?"

Nuo Tuanzi asked vaguely. She had half eaten the sugar, and reached out to the hole in Chu Jin's table to get his coat.

It’s only a little bit cold in the morning and evening in Qizhou in September, but Chu Jin will have a pure cotton sweater coat, no matter what season.

For nothing else, just to make Song Qiaoxi sleepy, there is a piece of clothing that can be folded into a pillow under her face.

He has always been in good spirits, and he has never used it before.

"not sleepy."

Chu Jin said two words faintly, but his body did not move.

Xiao Nuo Tuan had to withdraw his hand, but did not dare to act rashly.

With a soft "Oh", she glanced at the calculation formula on her eyeballs, chewing on the candy, trying to find another topic.

The two have been together day and night for more than four years, and they have long understood each other's temper.

If there is something wrong, anyone can detect it very sensitively.

Chu Jin's mood was a little bit depressed, or it was not depressed, but a little strange?

Song Qiaoxi knew that something was wrong with him, but she didn't understand the specific reason.

The straight ball little ball couldn't hold his breath at all, and his mind was stubborn, thinking that Chu Jin was unhappy, so he must be coaxed to be happy before he had completed the goal.

If you are unhappy at one time, use it a few more times.

Can you always make fun?

"This question, um..." She studied the Mathematical Olympiad problem in front of Chu Jin for a long time, and she didn't seem to understand the surface of the question. She bit her head and leaned forward to Chu Jin, "There are several solutions?"

"You don't understand it."

Chu Jin glanced at her and continued to write and draw on the draft paper.

Song Qiaoxi stuffed the whole remaining sugar in her mouth, resting her chin on Chu Jin's forearm lightly, "Well, tell me something, okay."

Qizhou in mid-September was when the "Autumn Tiger" was so hot, it was as hot as summer, and the head-shaking electric fans in the classroom creaked.

The children were still wearing summer clothes. Song Qiaoxi tapped her chin twice, feeling that Chu Jin's arms were cold and comfortable.

"..."

Chu Jin stopped writing, was silent, and stared at the Mathematical Olympiad book spread out in front of him.

"If you don't tell, how do you know that I don't understand?"

Xiao Nuo Tuan asked kindly, her fleshy face pressed to Chu Jin's bare forearm.

As if defeated by her, Chu Jin sighed quietly.

He moved his right arm uncomfortably, as if he wanted to pull away, and said helplessly: "This is a junior high school Mathematical Olympiad. You haven't learned it yet."

Song Qiaoxi fainted upon hearing this sentence.

Mathematics is indeed my weakness. In my old memory, in the fourth grade final exam in elementary school, although I still took the top three in the class, my mathematics performance really pulled back.

This year is Song Qiaoxi's last year with old memories. The fourth grade is over. The fifth grade curriculum is a brand-new knowledge point. You can no longer get high scores like before, you have to study hard.

After Chu Jin entered the fourth grade, a lot has changed, and it's hard to coax.

She retracted her chin, swallowed the sugar in her mouth boredly, and took out a piece of corn fudge, which was "crunchy".

After eating the sugar, he took out the kettle again, and poured water into his stomach with the mouth of the kettle in his mouth. After filling the water, he wiped Xiao Fatty's mouth with his hand and made an "ah" sound.

After drinking the water, I took out the Chinese textbook for the next class, turned the back page casually, and watched "Yellow Crane Tower Sending Meng Haoran to the Guangling Mausoleum", chanting quickly in his mouth, "The old man quits the Yellow Crane Tower. , The fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March. The lone sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River is seen..."

But after doing these things, she thought she had dispersed her energy, and Song Qiaoxi still couldn't let go of Chu Jin when she was free.

She was lying on the desk with her arms under her face, looking straight at Chu Jin from the side.

Chu Jin's eyelashes are very long and dense, but they are not curled at all. They always cover half of their eyes like a small fan.

The facial features of the side face are beautiful, the bridge of the nose is high, the chin line has begun to have the outline of a teenager, the skin is white like a paper man, the slender neck is slightly drooping, and there is a small bulge in the throat.

Staring at the small bump sliding up and down, the drooping eyes suddenly lifted, Chu Jin turned his head and looked at her calmly.

Song Qiaoxi did not react, and was still immersed in the thoughts of "Why is he so good-looking!", "Which one is better looking at Chu Jin or Shinichi Kudo?", "How about a quick fight with Kuroba?" ..

He returned to his senses abruptly and found that his dazed little face appeared in Chu Jin's dark, bottomless eyes.

"Well......"

With an exclamation, a rush of heat surged from the neck to the cheeks, as hot as a fever.

What was thinking of yourself just now? !

Kudo Shinichi and Kuroba are fighting fast, but Song Qiaoxi wants people who "bobobo", why compare them with Chu Jin?

Song Qiaoxi didn't have time to change the expression on her face, and hurriedly lay face down on the table, her entire face being blocked tightly with both arms.

Now my face must be completely red! But don't let Chu Jin find out...

But I heard a very soft, angry laugh.

Is Chu Jin smiling?

Yes, he is really laughing!

This is the meaning of not being angry?

Hey, it's strange, why did Chu Jin smile when he blushed?

Xi Xi's head is full of question marks...

-

At the class meeting before the National Day holiday, Teacher Feng announced that the fifth class of the fourth grade of the Normal School attached to the 50th anniversary of the National Day and the return of Macao to the motherland singing competition was "Song of the Seven Sons".

The children in the class cheered loudly!

"Long live Teacher Feng! Our class will definitely get the first place!"

"This song is so good, my parents play it at home every day."

"The lead singer is a little girl from Macau. She is so foreign and can sing well."

"Then who leads the sing in our class? It should be a girl who leads the sing of this song, right?"

"I think our class literary committee can lead the singing, Song Qiaoxi's voice is like a little Huang Ying, it's sweet."

......

Teacher Feng knocked on the blackboard twice, cleared his throat, and waited for the classroom to calm down, then smiled and said to the classmates: "Cough cough, classmates be quiet! We will discuss it later when get out of class is over. Now we have to set a singing competition. Let’s choose a female classmate for the lead sing of this song. Everyone can sign up. Just sing a few sentences to the classmates at the class meeting today. Then we vote for the best sung to be the lead vocalist. Do you think it’s okay?"

"good!"

The children agreed.

Teacher Feng's proposal is fair and just, and everyone has no opinion.

"Chu Jin, do you know how to play the accompaniment of "Song of the Seven Sons"?" Teacher Feng asked Chu Jin from a long distance, and after getting his affirmative nod, he smiled and said, "That's right, you come to try it out for a while Accompanied by your classmates, a piano will be prepared in the auditorium on the day of the singing contest, and you will accompany everyone’s chorus at that time."

"Wow, Bancao in our class is going to play the piano again!"

"Chu Jin hasn't played the piano for a long time. I played "City in the Sky" last time. I went back and asked my mother to buy a VCD."

"In this singing competition in our class, the first prize is set, and the polished piano can make a sensation in the audience."

......

"For female students who want to sign up for the audition, the teacher will give you five minutes to prepare, and after five minutes, raise your hand to sign up." Teacher Feng said.

There was another heated discussion in the class.

Teacher Feng beckoned to Chu Jin, holding the key of the organ and beckoning him to the podium.

Chu Jin nodded to Teacher Feng, got up from his seat, and prepared to go to play the piano.

He pretended to be looking for something from the hole in the table, and for a moment he bent over, and whispered in Song Qiaoxi's ear: "I want to hear you sing..."