Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Early the next morning, Song Qiaoxi was dozing off at the dining table. If Chu Jin hadn't reached out in time to support her heavy head, she would almost fall into a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

Last night, Chu Jin accompanied her to finish her math homework and checked her homework in other subjects.

When Xixi went to bed, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

Today it was cooling outside, there was sleet and the weather was bad, so Father Song took the initiative to drive them to school.

When going downstairs, Dad walked in front of Song Qiaoxi carrying a schoolbag, and Chu Jin was walking behind with a kettle for her. Song Qiaoxi hesitated for a moment, still wanting to confirm whether her father really did not go to Beijing.

If the father is not willing to go to Beijing, he must study harder and become stronger to protect his parents from the interference of the original plot.

But what if Dad likes this job?

If Dad really likes it, she secretly made up her mind before going to bed last night and let Dad go to work in Beijing by herself. She and Chu Jin will take care of his mother at home.

"Dad," Song Qiaoxi buckled his seat belt after getting in the car and asked him, "Are you going to Beijing with Uncle Zhao yesterday?"

Father Song stopped his seatbelt hand, turned his head and grabbed the seat back of the co-pilot. He smiled and said to her: "Who told you that Dad is going to Beijing? Your Uncle Zhao just asked, but Dad didn't promise him, Dad. Just stick to you in Qizhou, not going anywhere."

"Dad, if you really like that job, you can consider accepting Uncle Zhao's suggestion. Chu Jin and I will take care of our mother. After all, Uncle Zhao will give Dad a lot of money!"

Song Qiaoxi looked into her father's eyes and said seriously.

"You little money fan! Don't worry, my dad makes a lot of money for you like in Qizhou. If you two little carrot heads, you still want to take care of your mother for me? Only I can take care of your mother, understand? Besides, you think it's your mother. I can’t live without me, I can’t live without your mother..." Dad smiled so that his eyes were bent, and stroked the thick curly hair on the girl’s head with his hands, "Don’t think about it, this is an adult. Don’t mess with the child, put it aside for now, and discuss it with you later if there is progress."

Dad turned his head, buckled his seat belt, and started Santana with the key. He changed the subject, "Huh? Xixi, the final exam will be coming soon. Last time I had a parent meeting, I could listen to your mother, your math teacher Li The teacher said that your math grades this semester have deteriorated? Work hard, don't think about playing on the computer and reading novels all day long. There is a living teacher next to you who doesn't understand and asks. Please consult Chu Jin."

Song Qiaoxi suffocated her mouth and didn't dare to ask her father to go to work in Beijing "according to my heart".

Looking at Chu Jin sadly, she lowered her head and answered honestly, "I see..."

Dad turned the steering wheel, glanced at the rearview mirror, and said with a smile: "Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you are not afraid to travel all over the world, you have to come on, damsel, learn more from Chu!"

Song Qiaoxi sighed in despair.

Except for mathematics, she is doing well in other subjects.

But now listening to what my father said, she discovered that in the future there will be two mountains of physics and chemistry under pressure...

She glanced at Chu Jin secretly, and found that Chu Jin's elbows were on the door of the car, his hands were on his forehead, a little long hair scattered in front of his forehead, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Roar, so angry...

Even Chu Jin was laughing at her not good at math!

"Don't laugh at me..."

Xixi resorted to "Tietou Gong" and pressed Chu Jin's shoulder with her head.

Chu Jin gently moved Song Qiaoxi's furry head with his hand, with a smile on his face, but he pretended to say calmly, "I didn't laugh at you, I was thinking...you should not go out to play in the big class in the future. May I help you make up the math?"

"Oh, this is a good idea. Dad supports it. We have done our best for our little Chu. Uncle will send you an extra big red envelope for the New Year!"

Dad agreed as he drove.

Song Qiaoxi: "..."

Why do you suddenly feel that you have two dads?

However, dad will send out an extra red envelope during the Chinese New Year?

Hee hee, thinking so, happy again.

After all, Dad didn’t know that Chu Jin’s red envelope belonged to her...

-

The course of the last semester of 1999 has come to an end, but the fifth grade of the fourth grade of the normal school has no learning atmosphere recently.

Not only is the fourth grade and the fifth class, every class in the school from middle grade to upper grade is very impetuous.

It was all because of the rumors of "the end of the world". After listening to Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, even Newton thought that 2000 was the end of the world?

Since it's "the end of the world", what final exams are you taking? Let's have a carnival together!

During the big break, Song Qiaoxi was really caught by Chu Jin's cuff.

Chu Jin opened his notebook, "These questions can be completed in about fifteen minutes. I will accompany you to do them together. You can ask me if you have any questions."

"But, I still want to fight yo-yo with Wang Junyang today..."

Song Qiaoxi glanced at Wang Junyang, who was waving with her at the door of the classroom, with a guilty conscience, and then at Chu Jin's serious and serious look, falling into entanglement.

On the left hand is Wang Junyang, a small attendant who grew up playing together since childhood, and on the right is Chu Jin, a good friend who gets along with him every night, is this too difficult to choose?

Chu Jin tapped the workbook twice with the tip of his pencil, and looked up lazily at her, "If you don't have a good foundation in mathematics now, you will soon be unable to keep up with junior high school. If you can't keep up with junior high school, high school will be even more strenuous. High school mathematics It’s even more difficult. If you don’t get a good high school score, you won’t be able to get into a good university. If you can’t get into a good university, there will be no good job opportunities. If you want to study photography, how can you not even get into a good university?"

"I learn what I learn! Stop it, stop talking..."

Song Qiaoxi surrendered, holding her head with her hands, she really convinced Chu.

It occurred to me that if my math scores really become poor, I must be asked by Teacher Li to ask his parents. What if the old plot of "Yao Mozi" is triggered again?

Two hands were made into the shape of a trumpet, and she shouted at Wang Junyang who was waving at the door: "Wang Junyang, you go play yo-yo, I'm not going!"

Wang Junyang shrugged inexplicably, and seemed to want to go to the back of the classroom to ask the reason.

There were other classmates in the corridor calling his name, so he had to wave Song Qiaoxi with a yo-yo, then turned around and went to the playground with his classmates.

Finally, after finishing the math problems assigned by Chu Jin, he also taught Song Qiaoxi some new ideas for solving the problems.

Not to mention, Chu Jin has a set of teachings, with clear thinking and clear steps. Simply speaking a few points can make her feel the joy of learning.

Sure enough, learning is to find the right method!

She lifted up the neat math problems in the notebook with the neat calculation process, leaned her neck up to appreciate it, and smiled and turned her head to say: "If I can do the exam right, it would be great. You are next to me and I do it together, I can always do it right, but when it comes to the exam, I can’t do it right."

"That's because you are not careful enough. If you are serious, don't always be careless, review the questions carefully, write neatly, and at least not deduct your face points." Chu Jin said helplessly, he paused, and suddenly asked "Song Qiaoxi, which junior high school have you thought about going to?"

The hand supporting in the air froze, and Song Qiaoxi was stopped by Chu Jin's question.

junior high school?

There are still two years to go to junior high school, and she has never thought about this issue carefully.

However, sister Qiu Meng told her that she suggested that she go to a foreign language school.

Said that the school uniforms there are particularly good-looking, the style of study is open, English teaching is very important, and you can also learn a second foreign language, which is very suitable for you and Chu Jin.

When a foreign language school reaches high school, almost 30% of outstanding students will be recommended to prestigious universities.

The school will not only exempt all tuition and miscellaneous fees, but also give a large scholarship to the top ten in the entrance examination. If the test scores are maintained in the top ten each year, there will also be scholarships.

Needless to say, at the level of Chu Jin, you can definitely get a scholarship.

Song Qiaoxi put down the notebook in her hand, dropped her shoulders, and said seriously: "I, I haven't really thought about it yet, but do you remember the foreign language school that sister Qiu Meng told us before? It's that the school uniform is very beautiful, and the boys are a full set Suits, girls are suit jackets and small skirts, and there will be a middle school with foreign teachers in English. If you really want to say one, it is a foreign language school, right?"

"Well, do you know that foreign languages ​​are required to pass the exam?"

Chu Jin nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer.

She replied honestly: "Sister Qiu Meng said that she is going to take an exam."

"Ms. Li said that admission to foreign language schools is to pass the test, and to arrange classes according to their scores. If you still want to pull back in mathematics, it will be difficult to take the experimental class."

Chu Jin looked straight into Song Qiaoxi's eyes, raised her eyelids, and said word by word.

This semester, Chu Jin represented the school in the Olympic Mathematics competition in the city, won the first prize, and will participate in the provincial competition in the next semester.

In order to open up his mind, Mr. Li gave him the entrance examination papers of foreign language schools as exercises. Chu Jin has already figured out the ideas of mathematics in foreign language schools.

He is not worried about Song Qiaoxi's English and Chinese, but if she continues to decline in mathematics, there is a high possibility that she will not be admitted to the foreign language experimental class.

That's not okay. Chu Jin hopes to go to junior high school, high school, and even college with Song Qiaoxi. It would be better if they could be in the same class. I never thought that I would have a day apart with her.

"Experimental class? Isn't the experimental class only two classes? You have to be admitted to the top 100 to enter the experimental class. It's too difficult, right? I can get into the ordinary class...."

Song Qiaoxi stuck out her tongue.

For foreign language schools, not only students from the city come to apply for the exam, but students from all over the province will come to take the exam. It is not small for her to be in the top 100 for exams involving tens of thousands of people.

She has thought about studying hard, but her own "good" and Chu Jin's "good" are definitely not the same standard.

My standard is to pass the entrance examination to a good junior high school, and you can do without parents for three years in junior high school.

Chu Jin's standard is hard to say, he has such high self-requirements...

Chu Jin frowned, seeing her eyes showing helplessness, "Are you good at it? The experimental class is not that difficult, and the mathematics is not that difficult."

Seeing Chu Jin's appearance, Song Qiaoxi didn't want to disappoint him either, and suffocated a sentence: "Then I, work hard?"

"Well, we are going to the experimental class together."

Chu Jin said categorically.

Song Qiaoxi nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, signalling Chu Jin to be relieved.

What I thought in my heart was that there were still two years to take the exam, so I didn't worry about preparing for it so early.

What I didn't expect was that I really didn't need to do any preparations, and Chu Jin prepared everything for her, just like teaching her to play the piano back then.

When school was over that day, Song Qiaoxi's schoolbag contained a "Mathematics Study Plan for Junior High School Students"...

When school is over, the sky is clear.

In Qizhou in winter, it does not often rain. After it has rained, the air is filled with a hint of mud.

According to the usual practice, the "Little Gang of Five" took the bus home together.

Along the way, several small partners were chatting about "the end of the world", and the five people were divided into two factions, no, three factions.

One group is the "science" group headed by Ding Miao and Chu Jin, who believes that "the end of the world" is nonsense.

The other faction is the faction that "I would rather believe it and not trust it" headed by Wang Junyang and Ding Yi. They talked about the end of the world and mysteriously told everyone about the "grass" in various magazines and the Internet.

The last faction is Song Qiaoxi herself. The little girl who has not yet passed her tenth birthday is not strong enough. She feels that both sides are reasonable.

Miaomiao and Chu Jin have always spoken reliably, but can't bear that Wang Junyang and Ding Yi are more interesting?

If you are not careful, you will become a "crowd eating melon", "jumping horizontally" back and forth between two positions.

"December 31 is the last day of the end of the world. How are you going to live it?"

Wang Junyang didn't think it was too much trouble to watch the excitement, pulling on the railing of the bus, asking his friends like a horizontal bar.

"Prepare for the final exam."

Ding Miao gave Wang Junyang a white look and was too lazy to pay attention to him. She and Song Qiaoxi were sitting in a row, leaning their heads on the ice-cold car window glass.

"It's all'the end of the world', the world is gone, and the Mao test? I want to see the sea, there is no sea in Qizhou, how about you, Xixi?"

Ding Yi pushed his glasses and grinned stupidly. It seemed that after December 31st, he really didn't have to take the final exam.

Song Qiaoxi turned Ding Miao's head over, let her lean on her shoulder, and thought about it seriously, "If that day is really the end of the world, I want to stay with my parents and make it for them with Chu Jin. A delicious meal, thank them for loving me so much, and then stay together as a family. If I have my next life, I want to be their mother so that I can take good care of them."

"I will hit the'Red Alert', sit in front of the computer and scan the BBS, greet the end of the world with people from all over the world, and let this world be destroyed!"

Wang Junyang smiled triumphantly, and seemed to think that his idea was really cool.

The four children had finished speaking, and looked at Chu Jin in unison.

Chu Jin stood beside Song Qiaoxi, pursing her mouth without saying a word.

"Chu Jin, how about you?"

Song Qiaoxi raised her head and saw Chu Jin's angular chin and pale and slender neck. That small bump on his throat seemed to be a little bigger?

When Chu Jin heard Song Qiaoxi calling him, he cast his eyes down at her, and smiled indifferently at the corner of his mouth, "I will cook for my uncles and aunts with you. I'm afraid you will blow up the kitchen, and the'end of the world' will come early. Up."

"Hahahaha, Xixi really knows how to fry the kitchen?" Ding Yi smiled and clutched her belly, too happy. "I thought Xixi loves eating so much, she must like to cook?"

"Frying an egg is like a'nuclear explosion'. Boiling water can extinguish the gas. In the future, no one of you should let her enter the kitchen. Entering the kitchen is a large-scale'disaster' scene. Song Qiaoxi will eat it."

Chu Jin raised his hand and gently rubbed the little girl's head.

He said this in a tone that he didn't even notice, it was pampering.

"How can I!"

Song Qiaoxi tilted his head, retorted him, and leaned hard against Ding Miao.

Chu Jin smiled and shook his head, raising his hand to grab the handrail of the bus.

When Wang Junyang asked just now, he was still thinking that if there is really an "end of the world", it means that you don't have to be legally responsible for anything you do one day before the end, and you won't be burdened by anyone afterwards.

If it is the previous self, the only thing I want to do is to take revenge.

No matter what method is used, find the driver who killed his mom and dad by drunk driving, and make that person feel the same pain in the same way.

There are also relatives who have abused himself and defrauded his own property. He will never let each of them go, even if they die together.

The little boy knows very clearly that deep down in his heart, he is not a good person. The anger, hatred, and disgust that represent "evil" can give him more strength than "good".

This evil fire is like a pair of secretly observing his eyes in the abyss, and has never stopped "peeping" on himself in these years.

Whenever there is a chance, it will send a signal of temptation to him.

The only one who can let Chu Jin hide all the darkness and treat it with softness is the curly-haired girl in front of him.

I just want to protect Song Qiaoxi when he grows up and go to his "end of the world".

Even if there is, he will not allow any bad things to happen to the Song family.

-

December 31, 1999, the day before the millennium.

There is only one day off in the Gregorian New Year. For dinner that day, Song's family eats mutton-boiled mutton.

After the meal, a family of three and Chu Jin sat in the living room, eating sweet potato crisps, butter melon seeds, paper walnuts, hand-peeled pine nuts, and small walnuts of Xue Ji roasted seeds and nuts. New Year's Eve program.

Song Qiaoxi was still a little nervous in her heart, and intellectually made her not believe Wang Junyang and Chu Jin's words about "the end of the world".

A nine-year-old child, after all, is unstable and can easily be panicked by rumors.

After thinking for a while, all her wishes have been fulfilled, and the family is peaceful, reunited, and there seems to be no regrets?

In case there really is an "end of the world" and everyone disappears together at midnight, it won't be so terrible, because the people she loves are all around.

Xixi was sitting on the little horse with a small hammer in her hand. She was about to smash a few small walnuts for mom and dad and Chu Jin to eat, but she almost smashed her finger when she lost her mind. The little awl fell on the coffee table and made a crisp sound.

"Hey, in order to greet the millennium, people ring the bell, our girl knocks on the coffee table, if you like, listen to it."

Father Song took a probe and found that there was nothing dangerous, and laughed and joked with her.

Chu Jin sat on the sofa and read a book, looked up at her, sighed, and buckled the book on the armrest of the sofa.

The small hammer in Song Qiaoxi's hand was taken away by Chu Jin. The boy turned around and asked her, "What are you panicking about?"

"Um...no, I didn't panic. I was a little distracted while watching TV just now."

After hesitating for a long time, Song Qiaoxi did not dare to say that she was afraid that Chu Jin would laugh at her childishness.

Chu Jin smiled, as if he had seen through her mind, and did not say clearly, only said softly: "Don't be afraid, Wang Junyang and the others are talking about it."

There was the sound of fireworks outside the house, and the crowing of "wow oh oh" came from the balcony.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, and someone set off fireworks in the compound.

When Mom and Dad heard the movement, they went to the balcony to take a look and called them to come over, "Xixi, do it all, come on! Let's set off the fireworks!"

Someone started counting down on TV, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five... three, two, one! Happy millennium!"

Song Qiaoxi said joyfully: "It is already 2000! We are all doing well!"

She stretched out her hand, poked Chu Jin's arm, then poked her own cheek, everyone was there, not disappeared!

Turning his head to see Mom and Dad on the balcony calling them to watch the fireworks, Song Qiaoxi grabbed Chu Jin's wrist and ran to the balcony.

Outside the window, strings of golden "little tails" jumped into the air, and huge fireworks bloomed in the air, illuminating the sky above the entire compound, crackling and crackling endlessly.

Father Song embraced his mother with one hand, and two small peas into his arms with the other.

Song Qiaoxi squeezed between her mother and Chu Jin, her father put his head on top of her, and shouted with the roar of fireworks outside the window: "Happy millennium! Our two children should grow up hard!"

Song Qiaoxi learned from her father and shouted out the window: "Happy millennium! Our parents want to be healthy and happy!"

There was another loud sound of firecrackers. Someone downstairs began to set off firecrackers. Several red fireworks burst into the sky. The sky was like a handful of red gems sprinkled with brilliance, illuminating her face.

A shadow fell on Xixi's right ear, and even though the world outside the balcony was noisy, she still heard Chu Jin's voice clearly in her ears, "Xixi, happy millennium, and peace every year."

-

On New Year's Day of the millennium, the entire compound was peaceful.

It is a rare extra day of vacation. In the morning, the "Little Gang of Five" gathered in Chujin's boiler room. Several children played around and played all morning.

Because of the "end of the world" rumors, it was so easily dispelled, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were almost chased by Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao to "explode" the dog's head.

"Wow, Xixi and Miaomiao are now two tigresses. It is the end of the world as mentioned on the BBS forum. I am just a ‘porter’ of information, and I didn’t make you believe me..."

Wang Junyang hugged his head, trying to hide in Chu Jin's closet.

Song Qiaoxi caught up with Wang Junyang and flicked his forehead, which was considered relieved.

Ding Yi was almost under the drill press. He squatted on the ground holding his glasses and wailed: "Ding Miao! I was wrong. I will not spread rumors or spread rumors in the future, oooooo, it's all those rumored magazines, not me. ....."

"Sister!"

Ding Miao slapped Ding Yi's back.

"Sister, elder sister..." Ding Yi cried and begged for mercy, "I was wrong, you are my relatives, I will be called elder sister from now on."

After lunch, Song Qiaoxi didn't take a lunch break, and planned to go downstairs with Chu Jin.

Chu Jin wants to go back to the boiler room, and Song Qiaoxi wants to find sister Qiu Meng in the second building.

Two weeks ago, she made an appointment with sister Qiu Meng. On New Year's Day afternoon, she went to her sister's house to pick out the scenery photos taken last time in Daming Lake. The film asked Cheng Lidong to wash it.

Xia Qiumeng and Cheng Lidong are in their first year of high school this year.

Last year, Qiu Meng's sister was taking the entrance examination, and her academic pressure was relatively high. For a while, her parents asked Song Qiaoxi to go to her sister to play, saying that Qiu Meng's sister was very hard at school and needed more rest.

She was obedient and obedient. Although she wanted to play with Qiu Meng's sister, she resisted it and didn't go to Qiu Meng for a long time.

On the weekend a few weeks ago, sister Qiu Meng called her to go to Daming Lake to collect the scenery. They took a lot of photos that day. Daming Lake in early winter has a different style.

My sister said that it was called "decadent beauty", although Song Qiaoxi didn't understand the specific meaning too much.

She didn't like the lotus that turned into withered branches and rotten leaves, nor did she like withered leaves and withered branches. She always felt that Daming Lake in this season was a little lifeless.

Song Qiaoxi likes spring, summer, vibrant green, and colorful flowers.

Her whole person is always like a vigorous little sun, and sister Qiu Meng is more like a gentle and quiet moon.

The two children walked downstairs together. Just out of the corridor of Building 5, Song Qiaoxi asked Chu Jin: "Are you going to Sister Qiu Meng's house with me?"

"Is Cheng Lidong going?" Chu Jin asked, looking up at her.

Scratching her head for a moment, she said, "Brother Lidong, don't you go? Sister Qiu Meng should only have an appointment with me to pick the photos taken last time in Daming Lake."

"Then I'm not going anymore, you go by yourself." Chu Jin shook his head, walked towards the boiler room, walked two steps and turned back, without much expression on his face, "I will accompany you over and take you to the building. Go inside."

Building No. 2 and Building No. 5 are diagonally across the entire newspaper compound.

"Puff, no, just two steps," Song Qiaoxi waved her hand, what can I give in these two steps, "You can do Mathematical Olympiad questions, and I will come back to you with a photo."

After speaking, she hopped and ran towards the second building.

Chu Jin looked at Song Qiaoxi's back and pursed her mouth, until she ran over the holly flower bed on the corner, and couldn't see it, then she retracted her gaze.

He found that the fleshy little Nuo Tuan no longer looked like a round Nuo Tuan. Song Qiaoxi had grown taller and thinner.

Song Qiaoxi hummed Zhang Huimei's new song, touching the leaves of holly from time to time, "comeoncomeon gives me a feeling, gives me a real feeling, breathe freely, love is love, who can stop us from opening... "

Suddenly she stopped, and at a glance she saw a familiar figure at the entrance of Building No. 2, standing against the corner of the wall.

Is it Brother Lidong?

In the past two years, Cheng Lidong jumped to 1.5 meters, taller than Father Song, and almost as tall as Uncle Ding.

He is wearing a denim jacket with his head down, one hand in his trouser pocket, one hand hidden behind him?

The little nose keenly caught the smell of burning smoke in the air, and she found that Lidong's brother had several cigarette butts on his feet.

Is he smoking?

Okay, I was caught by her, so I can ask my sister Qiu Meng to sue. My sister is definitely not willing to smoke, so I have to teach Brother Lidong a good lesson!

"Brother Lidong, what are you doing here?"

Song Qiaoxi jumped in front of Cheng Lidong like a little rabbit, tilted her head and looked up, but was a little dazed to meet his red eyes.

Brother Lidong, what's wrong?

Did you cry just now?

"Brother Lidong, are you okay?"

Xixi fumbled in her pocket, touched a pack of heart-to-heart tissues, took out one and handed it to Cheng Lidong.

"Xixi?" Cheng Lidong whispered her name and took the tissue, "Thank you, brother is okay, but he's not in a good mood, it will be fine later."

He held the tissue in his left hand, and the cigarette **** in his right hand was thrown on the ground at random by him and trampled out with his foot.

"I'm going to find sister Qiu Meng to see the photos taken last time in Daming Lake. Will you go with me?"

Song Qiaoxi went inside without knowing, and asked Cheng Lidong innocently.

"I'm not going anymore, I sent her the photo just now." Cheng Lidong said, his voice was astringent, and he smiled bitterly at Song Qiaoxi, "Go ahead, don't tell Qiu Meng to see me smoking downstairs, and don't Say you saw me, when you didn’t see your brother, okay?"

Seeing his red eyes, she asked worriedly: "Brother Lidong, are you crying?"

"No, my brother's eyes got into the sand just now..."

Cheng Lidong shook his head.

"Then you go home and wash your eyes with water. Mom said that the sand is dirty and it will get irritated."

Song Qiaoxi felt that Lidong's brother didn't look like Shao had lost his eyes. He looked sad all over.

"Well, you go up," Cheng Lidong raised his chin to her, and exhorted again, "Don't tell my sister that you saw me, have you heard? Come on, grab the hook with your brother, you promised your brother, brother I'll buy you fried skewers to eat, and you'll be full."

Although I don't know why Cheng Lidong tried to smoke a cigarette downstairs without telling her sister Qiu Meng, the little girl was still heartbroken when she heard that she was full of fried skewers.

Nodding, she and Cheng Lidong grabbed the hook and jumped upstairs to find sister Qiu Meng.

"Auntie, it's me, Xixi!"

Song Qiaoxi knocked on the security door of Xia's house.

"Here, Xixi is here, come in quickly."

It was Mama Xia who opened the door. Strangely, Mama Xia's eyes were a little red.

"Hello Auntie."

Song Qiaoxi said hello politely.

Mother Xia touched her hair, "Go, Xixi, your sister is waiting for you in the house."

"Um, good."

Song Qiaoxi agreed, but she felt that Mother Xia's mood was also a bit strange, not as cheerful as usual.

Before Xia's mother saw her, she laughed a lot. Today, she just smiled and smiled as if something was on her mind.

"Sister Qiu Meng!"

Song Qiaoxi opened the door of Qiu Meng's room and was surprised to find that Qiu Meng's sister was wearing a coral velvet pajamas, leaning on the bed, holding a hard-shell book in her hand, and smiling quietly to herself.

Xia Qiumeng is 16 years old this year, and she is a pretty girl. She is recognized as the best-looking girl in the compound.

Song Qiaoxi watched the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions" on TV during the summer vacation. She felt that sister Qiu Meng and Lin Daiyu had a similar temperament, and they were both gentle and quiet beautiful sisters.

Today, Xia Qiumeng's long hair was not tied into a ponytail, and she draped it over her shoulders obediently, and she was still covered with a thick quilt.

The compound is heated centrally in winter, and the heating is always very hot. It is hot, and the house cannot be covered with thick quilts, nor can you wear thick clothes.

Xixi is at home by herself, so she only wears a thin pajamas or autumn clothes and long trousers.

Looking at Qiu Meng's face again, she was originally very white, but now she is as white as paper, with no blood at all.

"Xixi, come here."

When Qiu Meng saw her coming in, he smiled and greeted Song Qiaoxi to come over.

Song Qiaoxi cautiously sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand.

Sister Qiu Meng's hands are slightly cold, but she is obviously wearing such thick clothes and is still covered with a quilt?

"Sister, are you afraid of the cold?"

Her own little hands were very hot, and she covered Xia Qiumeng's hands, trying to warm her sister.

Xia Qiumeng pulled her hand out, squeezed Xixi’s face, and smiled and said, “I’m not cold at all, Xixi, go and get the stack of photos on my table. Let’s see which one is better, then sister Tell you about the rule of thirds composition, horizontal composition and vertical composition."

"Good." Song Qiaoxi nodded.

After taking the photos, Sister Qiu Meng explained to her the composition principles of the photos as before, and took out several photos for comparison and analysis.

It's just that Song Qiaoxi didn't devote herself fully to her sister's lecture this time. Instead, she had been secretly observing sister Qiu Meng.

Although my sister's face is pale and her hands are cold, she looks thinner than before, but she looks very energetic and she has been laughing all the time, and she is not weak in speaking.

Could it be that sister Qiu Meng has a cold?

But she didn’t sneeze, runny nose, or cough, and she didn’t look like a fever. When she had a fever, she didn’t have any strength at all. When her sister talked about photography, she looked nothing like sickness. Up.

After selecting the photos, Song Qiaoxi held back for a long time, but couldn't help it. He hesitated to ask Xia Qiumeng: "Sister Qiumeng, what's wrong with you? Why do you wear so many clothes and have a thick quilt?"

"Because my sister is sick, I will go to Beijing to see a doctor again next week, and I can't take the final exams this semester of the first year of high school.

Xia Qiumeng stuck out her tongue playfully and said this naturally.

When I heard that Qiu Meng was ill, Xi Xi was so anxious that she grabbed Xia Qiu Meng’s hand and asked eagerly: "Sister Qiu Meng, do you have a fever? You still have a cold. Doesn’t your throat hurt? I’ll let my mother give it to you. Make a pear soup and drink it, it will put chuanbei, it will moisturize the lungs."

"It's not a cold or a fever, it's a congenital heart disease. It's like this when I was young. You don't know that my sister has always had this problem, but it doesn't matter. It's fine for a while. I can go to school again when I come back from Beijing."

Xia Qiumeng smiled and said, as if she was talking about a simple thing that couldn't be simpler.

Hearing what she said was so relaxed, Xixi was relieved, and sighed, "That's good, sister Qiu Meng, are you going to go for a few months? Then when you come back, it should be spring? In spring we can go to the botanical garden. Take beautiful cherry blossoms!"

"Okay, when spring comes back, I will go to shoot the cherry blossoms with Xixi." Sister Qiu Meng still smiled brightly, as if she had no troubles, she continued, "While I am leaving, please ask Xixi for a favor. ?"

"Sister, say, I will definitely help you."

Song Qiaoxi patted her chest and packed the ticket to successfully complete the task.

Xia Qiumeng's face was as white as a piece of paper, with a rare hint of cherry pink. She whispered: "While I'm away, can Xixi help me take some photos of Cheng Lidong? My sister still has a lot of film here, and they all give it away. Give you."

"Why Brother Polaroid, he doesn't look good..."

Song Qiaoxi curled her lips, her eyes widened.

It's not that Cheng Lidong is really ugly, but in the hearts of a little girl at this age, no stinky boy is worthy of Qiu Meng's sister who is like a little fairy daughter.

"Puff, little girl, let you take a picture for my sister. Just take the picture. Just now you even told me that you promised to complete the task?" Xia Qiumeng joked with her and said with a smile, "By the way, I heard Aunt Qiao say Has your math grades deteriorated? Chu Jin's math is so good, let him help you make up lessons. It's only so small, but you can't partial subjects. When the junior high school takes the foreign language test, mathematics will also take up a large proportion."

"I know, just take it for you. I will take Lidong brother to look better. I will learn math well and not let my sister down."

How could Song Qiaoxi not agree? Sister Qiu Meng is the "goddess" in her heart.

"That's right. Be obedient and lay the foundation for better development in the future."

Xia Qiumeng stuffed the shredded sideburn hair behind her ears for her, her words were still so gentle.

Song Qiaoxi obediently agreed, "I'm obedient, my sister will come back soon too, we are going to travel the world together."

Qiu Meng was startled slightly, his eyes bent into a beautiful arc, and he said firmly, "Okay, sister work harder."

Holding a stack of photos in her hand, she came out of Qiu Meng's sister's house and walked down the stairs one by one. Song Qiaoxi was still thinking about the last words she said to herself.

It always feels a little weird, why do you have to "work harder"?

If Brother Lidong is still downstairs, can you ask him?

After exiting the loophole in Building 2, there was still a faint smell of smoke remaining in the air, and the cigarette butts on the ground and the tall brother Lidong disappeared.

All the way to the clearing at the door of the boiler room, she watched