Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Is Dad going to work in Beijing?

Song Qiaoxi frowned while holding the spoon.

Hearing what Uncle Zhao said, he wanted to spend 800,000 yuan and a house to dig the wall of the newspaper office!

Quickly searched for the plot in her old memory. Didn't she remember that there was a mention in the book that her father got a job opportunity to go to Beijing?

In the original plot, father would completely offend President Jiang when he broke the leg of President Jiang’s son Jiang Qisheng when Song Qiaoxi was in the sixth grade.

Since then, she has been depressed in the workplace, from editor-in-chief, demoted all the way to deputy editor-in-chief, and finally became an ordinary reporter, and she would be framed and imprisoned by a colleague in her third year of junior high.

Thinking of my own vision again...

In this world, whenever a new plot that has been changed conflicts with the original plot, there seems to be a big invisible hand who will try his best to reverse the plot.

The previous few times, because their family was still in Qizhou, and because the people were in the local area, it was easy to trigger similar incidents.

What if their family was not in Qizhou at that time, but in another place?

Is it possible to escape the catastrophe because of this?

Hearing what Uncle Zhao said, Dad is going to take her to Beijing with her mother, which means that she is leaving the compound.

If you leave the compound by yourself, what will Chu Jin do? Will you go to Beijing with them?

The friends in the compound, Ding Miao, Wang Junyang, and Ding Yi of the "Little Gang of Five", she couldn't bear to leave them all.

There are also sister Qiu Meng, brother Lidong, uncle Zhang who guards the door, and grandfather grandfather who can tell stories...

Xixi couldn't bear all of them.

"Dong Zhao, thank you for your love, this matter..." Song Jianguo deliberately lowered his voice and explained to Zhao Chenguang. After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Song Qiaoxi. He laughed out with a "pouch" and touched the girl. Little fluffy head, "Xixi, what's the point? Your ice cream has melted into soup..."

"what?"

Song Qiaoxi only realized that the pink semi-solidified liquid in the small metal spoon in front of him completely turned into a flowing viscous liquid, dripping into the small red paper box of Haagen-Dazs, and A few drops fell on the hand.

Chu Jin took the spoon in his hand and placed it on the small white plate next to the ice cream box.

He got up to look for the waiter's brother, asked for a hot towel, and wiped his hands clean.

"Eat, no, drink..."

Chu Jin pushed the ice cream box in front of her, with a wide smile on his face.

Xixi then turned her attention back to Haagen-Dazs, pursing her lips and muttering unhappily, "Uuuuuu, it's all gone, you still laugh..."

"If you eat cold in winter, you will have intestinal cramps. Uncle Song used to hug you to the hospital in the middle of the night, but you forgot? Who will take care of you in the summer? It's not that you can eat whatever you want. You eat now. , If there is intestinal cramps tonight, how can Uncle Song explain to Aunt Qiao?"

Chu Jin tested the temperature of the water cup with his hands, handed the warm water to her, and explained patiently.

"I see......"

Song Qiaoxi lowered her head.

It's not that she is ignorant. She knows how anxious her father and mother are every time she gets sick. Not only her father and mother, but Chu Jin is also particularly anxious.

When she was in the second grade, once Wang Junyang bought several small snowman ice cream in winter. She ignored Chu Jin's warning and ate one under the cover of Wang Junyang.

As a result, within half an hour, he cried on Chu Jin's bed with his stomachache.

She was rolling in bed because of the pain. At that time, Wang Junyang and the others were stupid. Father and mother hadn't come back from get off work. It was Chu Jin who ran to the community hospital without saying a word.

At that time, I was much fatter than now...

It's a meatball!

Song Qiaoxi still remembered that in the winter of the twelfth lunar month, clear beads of sweat ooze from Chu Jin's forehead.

"I won't eat ice anymore in winter, so I won't cause you trouble."

She raised her head to look at Chu Jin, and said seriously.

After that, Song Qiaoxi picked up the small spoon again, licked it in her mouth, and tasted the sweet and sour strawberry fruit on the tip of her small tongue, mixed with the thick cream scent.

Wow, it's Haagen-Dazs, even the melted sweet soup is delicious!

Have fun eating the melted ice cream **** cleanly.

After dinner, Uncle Sun didn't take his father's Santana home.

Reporter Xiao Sun is young and he is not qualified to divide the house. He does not live in the newspaper compound and lives with his parents. In addition, he is really struggling to eat and wants to walk back to digest.

Uncle Zhao was still whispering to her father, Song Qiaoxi was at the entrance of the Sophia Hotel, pulling Chu Jin to jump the stairs bored, still thinking about what Uncle Zhao and father said in her head.

In the heart of a child, you can never hold back a secret.

Song Qiaoxi danced, thinking over and over how to tell Chu Jin about this matter, and wanted to hear his thoughts.

"Don't jump, just eat full, watch out for sagging stomach."

Chu Jin frowned and pulled her.

"..."

Stopping, Song Qiaoxi sighed, and frowned at him.

Ugh......

I don't know since when, why did Chu Jin become so nagging?

It doesn't match his "beauty" persona, so it should be kept cold all the time...

Song Qiaoxi missed Chu Jin who was not very talkative a few years ago.

But the secret in her belly couldn't hold back, and the only person who could tell was Chu Jin, and she had no choice but to be obedient.

Chu Jin did not stand on the steps, Xixi stood on a step, so that the height difference between Chu Jin and Chu Jin was not so big, and whispered in his ear: "I have a secret."

"Ok?"

Chu Jin glanced at her, pursed his lips, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, something to say...

"Uncle Zhao just now seemed to want to dig his dad to work in Beijing. What new Internet media or self-media? He said he was going to give him an annual salary of 800,000 yuan, and he also gave his dad a house in Beijing. I heard it when I ate ice cream just now..."

"..."

Chu Jin finished listening calmly and nodded.

Song Qiaoxi stared at him wide-eyed, so calmly reacting to such a burst of news? !

She beckoned and asked Chu Jin to put her ears together again, "Is 800,000 a lot of money, do you think Dad will agree? If Dad agrees, will we be the second generation rich in the future?"

After listening to Chu Jin, she still had a calm face and scratched her nose, "It's a lot of money, but it's an adult's business to agree or not. It's useless if you worry about it. Uncle Song respects you and Aunt Qiao so much, if there are changes in work and life. , I will definitely communicate with you in advance. Moreover, even if it is the rich second generation, it is also you, not me, and Uncle Song is not my father."

Song Qiaoxi was a little anxious, and forgot to whisper to Chu Jin. She grabbed his arm and said anxiously, "But if Dad agrees, we won't go to school in Beijing? What about Miaomiao, what about Wang Junyang and Ding Yi Do? Sister Qiu Meng can't teach me photography and English, nor can I see Grandpa Sun, let alone eat Uncle Ding’s skewers..."

"If you really can go to Beijing, you can go with your uncles and aunts. Beijing’s educational resources will definitely be better. After all, it’s the capital. Don’t you want to travel around the world in the future? I heard Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao say that if you want They also support studying abroad. There will be good international schools in Beijing and it will be more convenient to go to Congress."

Chu Jin's voice was very gentle, with a soothing tone.

But Song Qiaoxi sounded, "You go with your uncles and aunts", "You want to study abroad", the words and phrases are particularly harsh.

Why is Chu Jin only thinking about planning her future, but he promised himself that he would travel the world together!

The little girl could not accept that there was no such thing as Chu Jin in her future.

"You let me go with my parents, what about you?"

Xixi asked the boy subconsciously, and her tone was obviously unhappy.

"I......"

Chu Jin couldn't answer.

It is difficult for him to explain to Song Qiaoxi that he and her are not the "family" in others' words, and she probably wouldn't understand it.

If Uncle Song had better job opportunities, it would allow the Song family to live a better life, so it would be a better choice to go to the capital, Beijing.

As for himself, he will be eleven years old after the Chinese New Year, and Chu Jin feels that he is already an older child and does not need someone to take care of him, not to mention that he now has a place to live in a boiler room.

Going to Beijing is not as simple and easy as imagined. How does Song Qiaoxi understand the complicated things like "hukou issues" and "student status issues"?

If Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao bring themselves, it will really be their burden.

Song Qiaoxi was still angry, stomping her feet with anger, her cheeks bulged, and she whispered, "I'm not going to Beijing. If Dad wants to go, let him go by himself! You don't go to Beijing," Miaomiao and the others will not go. I am determined not to go. If I do not go, my mother will not go. My mother cannot do without me."

"Don't think about it so much, it's all nonsense. Have you finished your math homework? Teacher Li will check it out in class tomorrow..."

Chu Jin deliberately changed the subject and moved out of Teacher Li, who she was most afraid of.

Xi Xi shrank her shoulders now, indeed a little bit embarrassed.

Mathematics is really her natural enemy!

Before the fourth grade, she still had old memories and foundations to hold her back. She found out that she was really struggling in mathematics when she was in the fourth grade.

Although the usual test results are still passable, but compared to before, every time they can get close to full marks, Song Qiaoxi's math scores have indeed fallen.

Chu Jin really guessed it right. Song Qiaoxi's math homework was indeed not finished, not only was it not finished, it was a single word without writing it.

"Didn't you finish writing? I just copied yours..."

She slumped after eating at this moment, and she couldn't wait to hang her head down to her chest, but she spoke with confidence.

"No." Chu Jin shook her head and poked her shoulder, "I will write with you when I go back, and you won't ask me."

"..."

Xixi rolled her eyes and almost turned it out. It was obvious that Wang Junyang and Ding Yi went to Chu to borrow the homework to copy. He was very happy, why not lend it to himself to copy it? !

Is this against yourself?

"Xixi, do it all, come and say goodbye to Uncle Zhao." Father Song greeted them over.

The little girl held back what she said, and felt that she shouldn't hurt the "Bingshan Beauty" anymore, and she ran over with Chu Jin.

Uncle Zhao is taller than his father, and he looks a little older than his father in a decent self-cultivation woolen coat, but he is also very handsome, but this face looks really familiar.

She hugged her father by the waist, hiding behind her father and looking at Uncle Zhao.

Zhao Chenguang watched Song Jianguo’s precious girl secretly look at herself, bent down, smiled and stretched out her hand to her, "This kid looks really good, isn’t Song Qiaoxi? Just now my uncle was busy talking to your father and forgot to introduce herself to you. , My name is Zhao Chenguang, and I am your father’s friend."

"Hello Uncle Zhao."

Song Qiaoxi answered politely, stretched out her hand and shook him lightly.

"This is you... brother? Chu Jin?"

Zhao Chenguang looked at the tall, delicate-looking boy behind the little girl, and asked Song Qiaoxi.

Xixi replied solemnly: "No, Chu Jin is my best friend."

"Zhao Dong, Chu Jin is the child of my friend Qiao Qin and I live in my house. He and Xi Xi are now our children."

Song Jianguo explained for a while, turning around to embrace Chu Jin by his side, and touched his head.

Zhao Chenguang nodded thoughtfully, then smiled and looked at Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, and asked kindly: "Are you also the primary school students of the Primary School attached to the Normal University? Are you also in the fourth grade? It's so coincidental that the uncle's son is also on the fourth grade of the Primary School attached to the Normal University. Grade, in Class 5 of Grade 4, called Zhao Xin, do you know him?"

"Zhao Xin! Uncle, are you Zhao Xin's father?"

Song Qiaoxi jumped out from behind her father, looked up at Uncle Zhao's face, and suddenly realized.

Finally I know why Uncle Zhao is familiar with him. It turns out that he is Ding Miao at the same table and Zhao Xin's father.

"We all know each other. Zhao Xin and Ding Miao are sitting at the same table, and we are all good friends. I said, how come my uncle looks so familiar? It turned out to be Zhao Xin's father."

Song Qiaoxi blinked, looked at Chu Jin, and then at Dad.

"Editor-in-chief Song, then this is really a coincidence. Zhao Xin, when I was preparing for junior high school, let him go back to Beijing to attend the National People's Congress." Uncle Zhao straightened up and said to Dad Song, "You said these two children in your family, if you follow us It’s great for Zhao Xin to go to Beijing to attend the National People’s University together. The three children have a companion together."

"Dong Zhao, I have to go back to discuss this with Qiao Qin. Thank you for your suggestion. I will consider it carefully and call back."

Father Song smiled and pulled Xixi to him.

Song Qiaoxi stood on the right side of her father, and Chu Jin stood on the left side of her father.

"Song, Editor-in-Chief Song, thank you for your invitation today, then let's call." Uncle Zhao and Dad shook hands, bent down and patted Song Qiaoxi's head gently, and smiled at her, "Let Zhao Xin call you back home. To play, I'm usually away from home, Zhao Xin's mother is also busy, and the babysitter is at home, and you children can toss about."

After speaking, Uncle Zhao and Chu Jin beckoned and walked quickly to the black Audi A8L parked on the side of the road. The driver had been waiting for a long time and opened the door for him.

When he got home in the evening, Chu Jin didn't go back to the boiler room directly. He really said what he said, and accompanied Song Qiaoxi to do math homework in her small room.

When Song Qiaoxi was working on her homework, she kept making moths. She felt thirsty for a while and wanted to drink water. She felt hungry for a while and didn't have enough to eat. She wanted to eat a bowl of mother's own dinner at home and fried steamed buns with eggs.

Chu Jin couldn't help her, and heated her a small bowl of fried steamed buns with eggs.

As a result, Song Qiaoxi finished the egg fried steamed buns and wanted to eat two slices of ice molasses pomelo...

More than an hour passed, and only two and a half pages were written for five pages of math homework on weekends.

Chu Jin, who has always been serious, is unstable at this moment.

He pointed to the half-covered door of the room, and said solemnly to Song Qiaoxi: "There are two and a half pages left, so you can't leave the door again."

"Then what if I want to go to the toilet?"

Song Qiaoxi bit the green 2B pencil tip with her mouth, blinked playfully, tilted her head and asked.

Chu Jin was a little broken by her, and pulled the pencil tip out of her mouth, "Don't bite the pencil tip, it will become dumb..."

Seeing Chu Jin looked a little angry, Song Qiaoxi was not scared at all. She made a face at Chu Jin and continued to chew on her pencil.

Knowing his temper a long time ago, Chu Jin is a "paper tiger" and won't really be angry with him.

but......

What I said at random just now came true, and I felt a pain in my belly.

"I, I want to go to the toilet..."

Song Qiaoxi put down her pencil, wrinkled her face and covered her belly, looking at Chu Jin pitifully.

"You, intestinal cramps?" The expression on Chu Jin's face suddenly became tense, showing concern, "Hula" stood up from the chair, "I'll call my uncle and aunt to take you to the hospital."

Song Qiaoxi hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Oh, no, it's really not intestinal cramps. Maybe it's because I ate too much just now. I'm going to have a test..."

"Then you go quickly."

Chu Jin opened the door for her, and the rules he had just set broke for her.

Xixi clutched her stomach, and when she walked to the door, she took the opportunity to draw a copy of "Contemporary Songs" in which Lin Zhiying and Su Youpeng played "Peerless Twins" as the cover.

Hearing Chu's rapid breathing behind her, she slid into the bathroom and locked the door with a click.

The bathroom is very close to the parents’ room. When decorating the house, the door panels are made of light-weight waterproof PVC, and the sound insulation is not very good.

Song Qiaoxi sat on the toilet lid and dangled her legs. She didn't feel anymore.

But I didn't want to go back to my room to do my math homework, so I made a decision right now and "feeled the fish" in the toilet.

Flipping "Contemporary Songs" in his hand, watching an interview with Lin Zhiying and Su Youpeng.

She has played the RPG game "Peerless Twins", she likes Jiang Xiaoyu, because everyone calls him "Xiaoyuer", and this name is the nickname that Chu Jin's mother gave him.

In the story of grandfather grandpa, she seemed to see mother Chu touching her round belly with one hand and eating the sweet and sour fish fillets made by grandma with chopsticks in the other, and said with a smile, "Is it a son or a daughter? , The nickname is "Xiao Yuer"."

At the thought of this, Xi Xi smiled and her eyes curled up.

She hasn't watched the TV series of "Peerless Twins". She turned to the black-and-white pages of the magazine with interest. As soon as she read one page, she heard the voices of parents talking in their bedrooms, as if they were discussing something. .

Carefully opened a crack in the toilet door and stood at the door of the toilet. Mom and Dad's voice became clear.

Father Song was talking to his mother, his tone was always very soft, "Xiao Qiao, this is probably the situation. Zhao Chenguang and I have known each other for a while. They have a good reputation in the news circle. I want to hear your opinion."

"How can I say, if you go to Beijing, for your career, for Xixi and Chu's future studies, it will definitely have more advantages than disadvantages. Beijing is the capital, and the conditions are different from our provincial capital cities like Qizhou. Zhao Chenguang opens. The salary offered is really difficult for people to refuse. He still has a way to send Xixi and all to the National People's Congress, which is the best middle school in the country, but right..."

Mom spoke very slowly today, and every word was very clear.

"Oh, I know you have concerns, but I also have them." Dad said.

"One is our girl. You know how mischievous and mischievous when I was a child. It was my parents who were used to it. Later, I received her and it took many years to educate her.

I am engaged in education. For children, it is more important to have a stable growth environment. The girl will soon be ten years old. She already has her own social circle. A few good friends grow up together.

The courses in Qizhou are different from those in Beijing. I'm worried that if Xixi's grades can't keep up, and if Xixi can't keep up with her grades, will it be a big blow to her in a completely unfamiliar environment? "

Mom paused, then went on.

"There is also Xiao Chujin. I am not worried about his grades, but the problem is that Chu Jin's household registration still belongs to his uncle, and his uncle has disappeared again.

In Qizhou, we have people, whether they are in newspapers, or in schools, so at least it will not delay the children from going to school. If you go to Beijing, it won't be easy to go to school, right?

There are also life aspects. In Qizhou, relatives and neighbors can usually help. When you arrive in Beijing, you can’t count on being busy at work. If I still work in education, I’m sure to be busy too. I don’t worry about asking a babysitter... ..."

Mother's voice stopped, and she sighed softly.

Dad pondered for a moment, then agreed: "The conditions are indeed immature, and the children are still too young."

"Or, go to Beijing by yourself, and I will stay and take care of the two children."

Mom said hesitantly, it seems that this decision is very difficult.

"That won't work, we can't live in a different place. I'll say it first. I can't bear to see my daughter-in-law or my baby for three days. It's impossible to live in a different place.

You don’t want to think about it. It’s okay if you don’t have a man in the family. I don’t worry about you, orphans and widows. If something happens and wait for me to come back from Beijing, it will be three autumns sooner or later. "

Father Song firmly rejected his mother's proposal.

"Let’s talk about it later, wait until the children are older. But I do feel that paper media is going downhill. Now the Internet is developing rapidly, and the future will be the era of new Internet media, and even self-media.

At that time, let's see how to solve Chu Jin's household registration problem. I will call Dong Zhao back tomorrow. There will always be opportunities at work, but the child's growth is only once.

For two children to be admitted to a good university in the future, it is important to have a good future, but it is far less important than for them to grow up happily in a stable environment..."

Song Qiaoxi closed the door quietly, sat back on the toilet lid, and put down the "Contemporary Music" in her hand.

A big rock in his heart seemed to have fallen to the ground, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Dad, this is, promised mom not to go to Beijing?

If you don’t go to Beijing, it means you won’t leave the familiar compound, you won’t be separated from Chu Jin, you can mix with the "Little Gang of Five" every day, find sister Qiu Meng to gather the scenery and listen to grandpa grandpa telling stories. , Go to Ding's restaurant to eat dumplings on skewers...

It stands to reason that she should be happy?

But listening to the conversation between father and mother, my heart was slightly acidic, and there was a feeling of swelling, and I couldn't tell what emotions were at work.

Song Qiaoxi heard the words from her father again, "Children grow up only once...they grow up happily in a stable environment, more important..."

original......

Father and mother, always put their children first in their hearts.