Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Chu Jin rarely saw Song Qiaoxi cry.

Except when she was very young, when she was six years old, Song Qiaoxi was still a soft dumpling, because he was going to live in the boiler room and cried into tears.

Chu Jin still remembered that Song Qiaoxi's big red eyes and her small white face turned pink.

Nuo Tuanzi's full forehead, with a few strands of small curls wet with sweat, a small soft ball, lying on the green wall skirt of the old home, the appearance of Pear Flower with rain looks particularly pitiful.

As soon as she got close, she could smell the sweet and greasy milk scent on her body, and the way the dumpling looked at him crying and hiccups, Chu Jin remembered it all up to now.

The other time was when Song Qiaoxi was nine years old, because Aunt Qiao joked that he was going to "marry a wife" and dropped a few drops of golden peas.

But Song Qiaoxi shed tears the two times, and he soon coaxed.

He rarely saw Song Qiaoxi unable to control her emotions. Even if she fell pain, she was scolded by her parents occasionally, and the teacher said a few words, she never cried like other little girls in the compound. stop.

Song Qiaoxi is like a little sun. She loves to laugh, and she always smiles and emits light.

The crying squeamish bag is not a label on her body.

The boy tried his best to maintain his attitude, thinking quickly what to do.

The last time she comforted her was when Xixi was six years old, when she knew that she was not going to leave, she quickly stopped crying.

But sister Qiu Meng's condition is not so simple. Chu Jin also heard the discussion of several aunts of the neighborhood committee in the boiler room, and his heart was also mixed.

"Chu Jin, is there any way you can wow, Aunt Gao said, sister Qiu Meng will not be twenty years old, she is sixteen years old this year..." Song Qiaoxi lowered her head in a voice, and it seemed that she was still there. Suppressing their emotions, they didn't let themselves cry loudly, "They said that sister Qiu Meng was a heart attack caused by the mother's womb, and it can't be cured. They said that Uncle Xia wants a white-haired person to send a black-haired person..."

As if finally unable to hold it back, Song Qiaoxi became more and more sad when she said it.

Chu Jinyan watched Dou's big teardrops fall from her big apricot eyes and quickly slid from her eyes to her chin. The crystal teardrops hung on her chin. She shook her body, and then fell to the lap of her chest.

"Chu, Chu Jin...I, I don't know what to do, how can I save Sister Qiu Meng, I, I don't want Sister Qiu Meng to die, ooh..."

Song Qiaoxi cried out of breath, grabbed Chu Jin's sleeves and shook it.

He grabbed Song Qiaoxi's hand, the little girl's hand was very hot, soft, and her palms were slightly sweaty.

Chu Jin felt uncomfortable, and sister Qiu Meng treated him very well, but he understood the special significance of Xia Qiumeng to Song Qiaoxi.

Xixi’s dream of “traveling around the world” was given to her by sister Qiu Meng. Xixi wanted to learn photography when she grew up. It was her sister Qiu Meng who inspired her. Xixi’s English is her first sister. Served as a teacher of enlightenment.

In the heart of this little girl, the longing for the future is all this gentle and patient big sister, guided by tolerance and support.

"Don't be afraid, don't think about it. Aunt Gao and others are not necessarily right." After considering the words, she cleared her dry throat and squeezed the palm of her hand, "I will take a towel and wipe it for you. Is it okay to wipe your face?"

Song Qiaoxi shook her head. She didn't want to be alone, even if she was in the same room with Chu Jin, she didn't want her to let go of her hand.

She was so sad that she couldn't suppress the slightest emotion in her heart.

At this moment, she felt fear for the first time in her two lifetimes.

This fear is completely different from the fear of "the end of the world".

"The end of the world" is when people all over the world disappear together. In Song Qiaoxi's heart, she would think that everyone went to another world together.

But if only the familiar people around her disappeared, she couldn't accept it, there was no way at all.

One hand held Chu Jin's hand tightly, not letting him leave for half a step, and the other hand rubbed his eyes vigorously. Song Qiaoxi choked and said, "You, don't go, can you help me find a way?"

Chu Jin sighed, twisting his body, sitting on the side of the bed.

He held Song Qiaoxi's hand with his backhand, and tried to soften the tone of his speech, "I won't go, but you keep crying, and you didn't listen to what I just said, how can you find a way?"

Blinking, Song Qiaoxi held his hand tightly and lowered her head. The teardrops on her chin no longer fell down on the placket, and her tears smashed onto Chu Jin's bed sheet one by one.

Chu Jin could see that she was trying to adjust her emotions, so she sat quietly with Song Qiaoxi.

Until Song Qiaoxi's breathing gradually stabilized, although she was still crying and hiccuping, her lips were still trembling slightly, but the strength of her holding his hand was finally relaxed.

Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi loosened Chu Jin's slightly sour palm.

She touched the tears on her face indiscriminately with both hands, choked twice, and touched her trembling lower lip with one hand. After a few movements, the small white glutinous rice-like teeth finally bit her lower lip.

"I, I won't cry anymore, I will listen to you."

Song Qiaoxi said pitifully.

Song Qiaoxi's eyes were big, her eyelids were swollen from crying, and the tip of her nose was red from crying.

Not only crying and swollen eyes, in the twelfth lunar month, she abruptly cried out with a thin sweat, and her curly forehead was wet.

It was as if she was back when she was six years old, with curled foreheads, sticking to her full forehead and cheek with a slight baby fat.

"Sister Qiu Meng's disease is a congenital heart disease. My sister told us before that Uncle Xia and his aunt told us about it, right?"

Chu Jin pondered for a moment, then whispered to Song Qiaoxi.

"Ok......"

Nodding heavily, Song Qiaoxi's big eyes slid two more teardrops.

Reaching out to erase her, Chu Jin went on to say: "I heard what Aunt Gao and others said just now. Many things they said were wrong. Sometimes, Uncle Xia and the others would come to the neighborhood committee. I heard their conversations. Uncle Xia said that sister Qiu Meng’s heart can be operated on, but the operation is more difficult and risky. The doctor suggested that if conservative treatment is useful, the operation plan should be postponed. If the operation is successful, sister Qiu Meng can behave like a normal person. Live."

"Then, can Sister Qiu Meng be cured? She can grow up, get married, and have a baby? Just now the aunt said that her sister can't get married. If she can't get married, what can Brother Lidong do?"

Song Qiaoxi asked anxiously with a handful of wet broken hair on his forehead.

"It can be cured for sure. She can grow up safely, will wear a wedding dress to become a very beautiful bride, and will have her own baby. Don't listen to those aunts, are they doctors? They are not doctors, many things It’s all hearsay, chewing behind the tongue."

After Chu Jin finished speaking, she moved a little to see that Song Qiaoxi's mood stabilized a lot, and she wanted to scald a towel with hot water and wipe her face.

"I just ran into Brother Lidong downstairs at Sister Qiumeng's house." Song Qiaoxi stopped crying and said softly, seemingly sad again, "I saw Brother Lidong smoking downstairs, so he wouldn't let me tell my sister. , I promised him. Brother Lidong looks in a bad mood..."

"Don't worry, since you have promised Cheng Lidong, don't tell Qiu Meng sister about this matter. Patients with heart disease can't be too emotional. Cheng Lidong is a great master and will adjust himself. This is his responsibility."

Chu Jin stood up, walked to the towel rack, picked up the clean enamel basin from the ground, and poured hot water into the basin.

I tried the water temperature with my hand, took out a clean towel and soaked it, wringed it out after swinging it back and forth twice.

Song Qiaoxi heard the sound of water, twisted her body, and sat on the side of the bed with her hands propped up, tilting her head to see Chu Jin's back in a white sweater busily.

Children are pure-hearted and believe unconditionally what people they trust say.

Chu Jin is the person she trusts most in this world, except for her parents.

He is so powerful, knows everything, and knows a lot, Song Qiaoxi always feel at ease with Chu Jin's words.

Hanging her head down again, Song Qiaoxi shook her legs and thought again about what Sister Qiu Meng had said to her.

My sister said, let her help to take pictures of Lidong's brother, and also said let her study mathematics, not to be partial.

Be sure to listen to sister Qiu Meng's words and improve her math scores during her visit to Beijing to see a doctor.

So waiting for sister Qiu Meng to come back, if you know that your math grades have improved, you will definitely be very happy, right?

"look up."

Chu Jin appeared in front of her with a hot towel in his hand.

She lifted her head obediently, and the hot steam rushed over her face, making Song Qiaoxi's eyes so uncomfortable to cry suddenly became very comfortable.

After wiping her face, Chu Jin held a bottle of green little mushroom child face cream in his hand. After unscrewing, she tapped a few times on her forehead, eyebrows, cheeks and chin, with a cold touch on her face.

"Rub it yourself." Chu Jin wiped her hands with a towel again, and said softly.

Two little hands clapped randomly on her face, Xixi shook her head and said, "Well, I'm not sad anymore. I want to cheer sister Qiu Meng and cheer her up so that she can be confident that she can overcome the nasty heart disease. "

"That's right. We are not doctors. What we can do is to provide spiritual support for Sister Qiu Meng, and leave other tasks to professional medical staff." Chu Jin nodded Song Qiaoxi's forehead, "Later Aunt Gao and the others Don’t just believe them, do you believe them or the doctor?"

"I see..."

Song Qiaoxi also knew what was wrong now, and was no longer stubborn.

-

In the second week, Song Qiaoxi spent three nights weaving a red and blue lucky bracelet.

Ask your father in advance to find out that Xia Qiumeng is going to Beijing on Saturday.

The day before Sister Qiu Meng went to Beijing, Song Qiaoxi took the lucky bracelet and wandered around in the boiler room, asking everyone in the "Little Gang of Five" to blow "fairy air" on the bracelet.

"Be sincerely blessing, good luck, peace and health are also fine."

Song Qiaoxi raised her hands in front of her partners, taking turns to let them make a wish.

Ding Miao folded his hands together, closed his eyes, and breathed out from the opponent chain, "I hope that sister Qiu Meng can get better soon. I will give her good luck. When my sister comes back, I can take a group photo of us. ."

"I hope Sister Qiu Meng is as strong as I am. She eats well. When she comes back from Beijing, she can go up to the fifth floor without difficulty! Huhu!"

Wang Junyang blinked, put away his usual mischievous expression, said a funny advertisement seriously, and then blew "huhu" on the bracelet.

"I wish Sister Qiu Meng live as long as the turtle fairy and can live to three hundred years old!"

Ding Yi made the movement of tortoise style qigong, "casting spells" on the bracelet.

"Sister Qiu Meng, don't be like Immortal Turtle!"

Ding Miao knocked Ding Yi's head, Ding Yiao yelled to avoid her sister's "chase".

Song Qiaoxi "slightly" stuck her tongue out to Ding Yi, "Let you say that to Sister Qiu Meng, and see how Sister Miao cleans up you."

After speaking, she brought the bracelet to Chu Jin and watched his dark eyes raise his arms.

Chu Jin sighed gently against the bracelet, lowered his head slightly, his thick eyelashes dropped a small shadow in his eyes, his voice was soft but firm, "I hope that Sister Qiu Meng will go to Beijing this time. Everything goes well and returns safely."

"Okay!"

Song Qiaoxi clapped her hands and took out a red flannel bag with a drawstring from her pocket.

She begged her mother to sew the small bag, put the hand chain carefully into the bag, fastened the drawstring, and tied a bow.

Song Qiaoxi wants to give this bracelet full of blessings and good luck to sister Qiu Meng, hoping that she can always have good luck and return safely.

On a Saturday in the twelfth lunar month of the millennium, Xia Qiumeng and her parents once again set foot on the northbound train.

In the sleeper carriage bound for Beijing, the beautiful girl sitting by the window had a smile on her face, and she whispered a few words to her parents sitting beside her from time to time.

The expressions of her parents were full of worry, and anyone could see the girls with obvious illnesses, but when they talked to them, they had a comforting look.

The young girl wears a red and blue rope bracelet on her slender and white wrist.

The train "Kang Dang Kang Dang" slowly drove through the tunnel, through the farmland, through the city...

Beijing, for this family, means new hope.

The girl named Xia Qiu Meng raised her wrist and looked at the sunlight that spilled into the carriage, carefully observing the bracelet on her wrist, her pale face showed a bright smile.

"Thank you, Xixi, sister will definitely work hard."

-

Since the daughters of the old Xia family went to Beijing to see a doctor, Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin were surprised to find that their daughters' enthusiasm for mathematics was extremely high.

Song Jianguo went home early that day, and heard the call of her daughter as soon as he walked in.

He pushed open the door of Song Qiaoxi's room and saw the girl sitting at the desk seriously writing math homework. Without raising her head, she handed him a list of books.

Take a look, huh!

Good guy, all above are lists of math tutorial books and exercise books.

After reading the list on the small piece of paper, he put down the piece of paper, bent down and squeezed Song Qiaoxi’s face with interest, “Why do you love math so much recently? Let me just say, my girl is so smart, how could she not learn math well! Mathematics, physics and chemistry are all paper tigers, and your father did well in mathematics back then!"

"Then how do you read the Chinese major?"

Song Qiaoxi lifted her head from the math paper, stuck her tongue out at her father, and asked mischievously.

"Oh, because your dad I love literary creation, I chose the liberal arts, but it doesn't mean that my dad is not good in science. I am an all-rounder, and I can take all arts and sciences! Being a reporter was my father’s dream when he was a child. Lots of awards," Father Song said of his love for writing work, and he could talk about it for a long time. When asked by a girl, he opened the chattering box, "Come on, Dad will tell you!"

He sat down at the end of Song Qiaoxi's bed, relaxedly propped his body with his arms, with a smug smile on his face.

"Dad, stop, stop..." Song Qiaoxi raised the mechanical pencil in her hand and waved it at her father twice, "I still have a lot of math problems to do, so I won't listen to you telling past stories today. ."

The smile on Song Jianguo's face froze, his mouth half open, and his heart was inexplicably sour.

He watched Xixi lower his head and carefully write the calculation formula step by step on the calculation paper, muttering the steps to solve the problem softly in his mouth.

Looking at Song Qiaoxi's side face, Song Jianguo suddenly discovered that the girl seemed to have grown up a lot overnight, she was in front of her every day, and sometimes she couldn't notice the change of the child without looking carefully.

Xi Xi's face was round and round like a little apple, with no sense of lines, but now she can see a clear jaw and her neck is also elongated.

The thick and curled eyelashes flickered like a fan, and the small and pretty nose became straight and straight from the side.

The fingers of the girl holding the pen are no longer stubby, stubby hands, and the dimples on the back of the hand are no longer there.

I have to admit that the little girl in front of me started to smoke, and was no longer as soft as when I was a child.

Song Qiaoxi is no longer the white and tender little glutinous ball.

Although she hasn't started to jump, she still looks like a little girl, but her facial features have begun to develop in the direction of a little girl.

Recall the tone of the girl who spoke to him just now.

Although she wasn't impatient, she still felt a little "If You Are the One", and made it clear to him that she was very busy now, and she meant not to disturb her.

I recalled that recently, at the dinner table, Xi Xi and him mentioned school things less frequently. She was no longer "tweeting" at the dinner table from beginning to end like when she was a child, and she had endless words like a little sparrow.

Song Jianguo was shocked.

No way?

Could it be that the legendary puberty is coming!

He is not ready...

If "puberty" is here, does it mean that the boys in the girls' class are also gender-conscious in the fifth grade?

My daughter is so good-looking again, damn, those stinky boys in the school who are not yet on the pole come to ask their daughter for "trouble"?

No, Song Jianguo decided that he wanted to talk about it with his wife that night, so he had to give Xixi "class" in advance and teach her how to avoid the "harassment" of adolescent hairies.

If someone who doesn't have eyesight comes to find a girl, let him go up to the sea of ​​fire!

Song Qiaoxi had just finished two big questions, stretched and stretched, and when she looked up, she found that her father was still sitting on the bed and hadn't left.

Turning her head suspiciously, she saw her father there, his face was not pretty, she stretched out her hand to poke his father's arm, "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

"Ah," Song Jianguo reacted, shook his head like an old father, and waved the book list in Song Qiaoxi's hand, "It's okay, girl, you study hard, don't worry, these book fathers are going to the sword, the mountain and the fire. I'll buy it for you!"

After speaking, Song Jianguo walked out of her room with heavy steps.

"..."

Song Qiaoxi watched her father leave with a dazed expression.

No, my father's reaction today is so strange?

She shook her head, thinking of her father's various behaviors of bewildering the "drama" since she was a child, and wondering what kind of vinegar her own father had eaten, or what kind of "imaginary enemy" she had imagined.

Turn the paper to the reverse side and continue to do the questions.

Song Qiaoxi was originally smart and talented. After following Chu Jin's study plan to straighten out the mathematics system in the past few weeks, she found that mathematics is not as difficult as she imagined.

After Chu Jin helped her disassemble the formula that had been difficult to understand before, it became especially clear in her mind.

In the final exam of the last semester of the fourth grade of elementary school, Song Qiaoxi ranked third in the class in mathematics. The first place is without suspense, Chu Jin, and the second place is Ding Miao.

For Song Qiaoxi, who has fallen to more than 20 students in the mid-term math exam, the results this time finally did not live up to the efforts of this period.

In the millennium, go to school in the last week before the winter vacation. According to the usual practice, the teacher’s primary school will take the final exam papers on the penultimate day of school. The teacher will teach the papers and arrange winter homework.

Today is the day to get results.

Song Qiaoxi was sitting on the bench, holding the math papers with joy, and looking at the 97.5 points scored by Teacher Li, he couldn't put it down.

"Chu Jin, half of your medals are on my merits. This time I got the third place in the math test. Are you happy?"

She spread the paper in front of Chu Jin, and said excitedly, poking her head over.

Chu Jin looked calm, took a look at the paper, took out a pencil from the pencil case, and pointed to the wrong question, "This place is too careless. I just didn't examine the question properly."

Song Qiaoxi: "..."

"Also here, I forgot to write the'solution', are you injustice if you deduct 0.5 points?"

Chu Jin turned the paper over and touched a big topic with the tip of the pen.

"..."

Song Qiaoxi sighed, and silently pulled the paper back, fold it into the table hole and threw it on the desk.

"Song Qiaoxi, you can completely avoid those careless mistakes. As long as you are a little serious, you don’t need to deduct points. You can’t know these questions. If we haven’t reviewed the knowledge points, I won’t say anything, but this knowledge We have all reviewed the points, and so will you."

Chu Jin's voice sounded in her left ear, Song Qiaoxi deliberately moved a big seat to the right, but still lay on the table and ignored him.

Humph, I have worked hard for so long and my grades have improved. Why do you still call her?

Song Qiaoxi pursed her mouth aggrievedly, Chu Jin couldn't see which questions she had done right, instead she caught the wrong question.

"Pay attention next time, okay?"

Chu Jin's voice was obviously softened a lot, Song Qiaoxi noticed that someone poked her arm lightly.

She turned her head slowly and looked up.

Chu Jin looked at his eyes with a smile, "But I can't deny your progress. I can see your efforts recently and reward you for eating fried skewers? Is it your favorite rose rice cake, ham sausage, and Fried milk? You can eat KFC, but you have to say hello to Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao in advance. Let's go by bus."

"real!"

Song Qiaoxi raised her head from the desk, unable to conceal her joy.

"When did you fool you?" Chu Jin pursed his lips and smiled.

"Great, pull hook, no regrets." Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand, hooked Chu Jin's white and slender little finger, shook it twice, put the thumbs of the two people together and stamped it, singing a song in her mouth. Hanging for a hundred years will not change. Whoever changes is a puppy!"

Chu Jin followed her around. Although she didn't reciting the nursery rhyme of "hanging on the hook" with Song Qiaoxi, the swing of her hand silently matched her.

When the thumbs of the two people were pressed together, Chu was surprised to find that the few fleshy nests on Song Qiaoxi's hands suddenly disappeared?

The chubby fingers on weekdays are also quite slender.

After pulling the hook, Song Qiaoxi released his hand and jumped to the front row to find Ding Miao. The two little girls walked out of the classroom arm in arm.

Chu Jin looked at Song Qiaoxi's back and found that the height difference between her and Ding Miao was not as big as before.

Song Qiaoxi held Ding Miao's hand, leaning close to Miaomiao's ear, "We have to discuss the details of tomorrow's plan."

"I talked to Ding Yi last night and asked him to cooperate with Wang Junyang. It will happen that Chu Jin and his team are on duty tomorrow afternoon."

Ding Miao pushed his glasses and looked around warily.

"Okay, let Ding Yi and Wang Junyang hold Chu Jin, or else we will be too late and we will never be discovered by Chu Jin."

Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao walked into the bathroom and took a look in the mirror by the sink.

"Xixi, tomorrow you think about combing a single ponytail, so that you can hide your braids so easily."

Ding Miao washed her hands and looked up at Song Qiaoxi in the mirror.

Song Qiaoxi was combing a pair of ponytails like bunny ears today. Her hair was getting longer and longer, and two large wavy brown curly hair hung on her chest, "Well, I thought so too."

"Tomorrow's plan must be successful!" Ding Miao clenched her small fist and said to Song Qiaoxi, "Last year we were young and we were caught off guard by them."

Song Qiaoxi flicked the two ponytails behind her, and said chicly: "That is, we must not let them bully Chu Jin anymore this year. This is not to put our'Little Gang of Five' in our eyes. You are right. ?"

"Isn't it? Let them see how good we are this year!"

Ding Miao shook her head quickly, and her short hair brushed against her ears.

-

January 20 of the millennium is the last day of the last semester of the Primary School attached to the Normal University. It is also a coincidence that the newspaper's annual party is also on this day.

Song Jianguo could not participate in this year's party. He went out to catch the train early in the morning. He was sent by the president to Beijing on a business trip to attend a seminar.

He was still worried about Chu Jin being called to the stage last year. He made a special trip to the president's office this year and talked about Chu Jin's situation with President Jiang.

Let President Jiang and his staff say hello, don't have any "commendation meeting" at this year's party, just give Chu Jin the scholarship privately.

Children also have self-esteem. It would be uncomfortable to go up as an adult, let alone an eleven-year-old child?

President Jiang agreed and said that he would talk to Secretary Sun later that this process will be cancelled this year, and Song Jianguo was relieved to travel.

He thought, since he is not here anyway, it is estimated that the girls will not join in the fun anymore.

However, President Jiang had finished speaking, because an emergency call came, and he turned around and forgot about it.

Secretary Sun still went to the neighborhood committee's Aunt Gao, and made Aunt Gao think about going to the Normal Primary School in the morning of the party, and handing over the "Thank You Letter" he wrote to Chu Jin.

This means that for the New Year's Day party in the millennium, Chu Jin will once again be called on stage to "accept the award."

The night before Song Qiaoxi, after learning that her father was going on a business trip to Beijing, she spent a long time writing and painting in her cabin.

She wrote a letter with a picture to sister Qiu Meng, and asked her father to transfer it to sister Qiu Meng.

Dad went to Beijing this time, and after a business trip, he had to take time to see Qiu Meng and Uncle Xia in the hospital. Mom also prepared some Qizhou-specific snacks for Qiu Meng sister, fearing that she would miss home in Beijing.

In the letter, Song Qiaoxi wrote about the final exam. She got good grades in mathematics and told Qiu Meng sister that she helped her stare at Lidong brother. The photos of Lidong brother she took have not been washed out yet. She will send it when it is washed out. to Beijing.

In the end, she wrote in the letter: Sister Qiu Meng, come on, we are all waiting for you to come back!

When Song Qiaoxi got up, she found that her father was no longer at home.

Mother is going to invigorate the exam today. She made breakfast in advance, and told her to say a few words to Chu Jin and went to work in a hurry.

For breakfast, my mother made red dates and black sesame soy milk with a soymilk machine. Without sugar, there was a sweet taste of red dates. I also baked two zucchini paste, fried a small plate of salted ham, and washed a small bowl of kumquat.

Song's mother's batter is a must-see in Song Qiaoxi's mind.

However, in her mind, what her mother does is the best, and she is absolutely amazing.

But the zucchini paste is really suitable for breakfast.

The Song family’s muddlehead is not peeling. Chu Jin has learned to do it with his mother. Last Sunday, Song Qiaoxi watched Chu Jin's muddlehead.

After washing the zucchini, rub the zucchini into shreds, add some salt to break the zucchini shreds out of the water, add flour, beat an egg to form a paste, and sprinkle some white pepper and five-spice powder to improve the flavor.

I have a thick-bottomed flat-bottomed iron pan at home. After the pan is heated, grease the bottom of the pan with oil, scoop a spoonful of batter into the pan, and turn it around to flatten the batter.

Song Qiaoxi likes to watch this process the most, especially healing, seeing one side turn golden, turn the other side and burn the other side.

When the paste on both sides turns into a slightly caramel-colored state, it can be out of the pot.

Zucchini always gives people a summer taste. The mouth of the baked paste has the unique fragrance of zucchini, slightly sweet, and a strong egg scent. The aftertaste can taste the fragrance of allspice and wheat flour.

Song Qiaoxi will also invent and create new ways to eat, put a little bit of Axiangpo's lightly sweet beef sauce that was popular on TV commercials on the batter, and put a little bit of it on A piece of sauteed salted ham, rolled like a pancake.

One bite, the fragrance of zucchini, the rich beef sauce, and the oily fragrance of fried ham are mixed together, which is really super satisfying.

She hadn't combed her hair yet, shaking her head, she made herself a beef sauce ham burrito, accompanied by sweet and delicious soy milk, bite by bite.

"Hurry up and wash your hands after you have eaten. I'll tie your braids."

Chu Jin ate faster than her, and took all the used dishes and chopsticks into the sink.

Song Qiaoxi drank the soy milk in her hand and wiped her mouth with a paper towel, "Okay, it's finished."

She went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth and came back after washing her hands. She sat on the small bench with a comb and rubber band in her hand.

Chu Jin stood behind her and asked, "Tack a pair of pony tails?"

"No, do you tie a single ponytail today? Tie it tighter, I'm afraid it will loosen." Song Qiaoxi shook her head, and passed the comb and rubber band in her hand to Chu Jin.

"Will it hurt?"

Chu Jin took the comb, put the rubber band on his wrist and asked.

Song Qiaoxi lowered her head slightly, and whispered: "Um, a little bit, but that's okay. I'm going to the fifth grade in September this year. I have been braiding two braids. It's too much like a kid..."

She randomly found a reason, praying that she would be able to pass the blunder, because she has many hairs and very long hair, and her scalp hurts with a single ponytail.

But for today's plan, I have to hold back my scalp pain.

"Oh."

Chu Jin didn't say anything, and quickly helped her tie a neat ponytail.

Song Qiaoxi took a picture in the mirror and flicked her hair, with a high ponytail tied behind her head. She did not have bangs, but had curly foreheads on the sideburns and forehead.

Does the self in the mirror look very energetic?

Secretly cheer for myself, today’s "Little Gang of Five" plan must be successful!

-

The day before the holiday, the normal school attached to the normal school gave students more than an hour of holiday safety education, followed by a speech by the principal.

Song Qiaoxi listened to the instructor and chanting sounds, and looked around absent-mindedly.

Not only did Song Qiaoxi listen absent-mindedly, Ding Miao, who was sitting in the front row, also looked nervous, and kept looking at the door of the classroom.

The two little girls kept exchanging glances, quietly making gestures.

As soon as they arrived in the classroom, the two of them rushed to the door of the classroom for the first time, and they looked there with the two door gods, one looking into the corridor and the other into the classroom.

"Xixi, did you say that Aunt Gao came in the morning or in the afternoon?"

Ding Miao looked at the classmates playing in the corridor and asked Song Qiaoxi who was standing opposite.

Song Qiaoxi probed into the classroom, confirmed that Chu Jin had been sitting in her seat and looked down, and turned her head to answer Ding Miao: "It should be in the morning. I asked Uncle Zhang and Grandpa Sun. This year's party started early, at 4:30 in the afternoon. Let’s start. We will leave school early today, at 3:30. If Aunt Gao comes in the afternoon, it may be too late."

"Then this time is almost the end. If Aunt Gao doesn't come again..." Ding Miao suddenly grabbed Song Qiaoxi's hand and said nervously, "Here is here, Aunt Gao is here! Xixi, first level combat readiness, let Wang Junyang and Ding Yi know soon!"

Song Qiaoxi followed Ding Miao's gaze and found that the end of the corridor was near the stairs. Aunt Gao was wearing a big flower padded jacket, and her chubby figure was walking towards the classroom of Class 5 of Grade 4.

She hurriedly winked at Ding Yi and said angrily, "Ding Yi, Wang Junyang, hurry up, it's time for you to play!"

Ding Yi gave Song Qiaobi an "OK" gesture, whispered to Wang Junyang, and the two ran all the way to Chu Jin's desk.

The two boys said something to Chu Jin. Ding Yi grabbed Chu Jin by the arm and pulled him up from his seat. After Wang Junyang was broken, the three boys walked out from the back door of the classroom.

The back door of the classroom of Class 5 of Grade 4 was next to the stairs to the east of the teaching building. Song Qiaoxi watched the three people go down the stairs, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Ding Miao took her hand, Song Qiaoxi also squeezed Ding Miao's palm, and the two little girls took a deep breath and walked towards Aunt Gao with smiling faces.

"Oh, it's Xixi and Miaomiao! Hey, the first time I saw Xixi put on a ponytail, she was so energetic, she looked like a big girl."

Aunt Gao's high-pitched voice echoed in the corridor, attracting the curious eyes of many students.

"Good Aunt Gao." Song Qiaoxi smiled obediently.

"Hello, Director Gao." Ding Miao asked politely.

Two little girls, Song Qiaoxi's pink jade, her big eyes are as bright as a handful of crystals, Ding Miao is beautiful and quiet, and the eyes hidden behind the glasses are gentle and quiet.

Even though it is Aunt Gao, who always likes to pick thorns, she can't find faults when looking at these two children, and she likes them all over her eyes.

"Okay, hello, oh, where is Chu Jin in your class? Are you in your seat? I have something to find him."

Aunt Gao patted them on the shoulders and probed in the door of the fifth class classroom of the fourth grade.

Song Qiaoxi cast a color on Ding Miao, and she followed in and took a look inwardly, "Aunt Gao, Chu Jin is not there. I guess I went to the math teacher's office. Tell me what's the matter. I'm at the same table as him. , I'll tell him when I come back."

Aunt Gao confirmed that Chu Jin was indeed not in the classroom, and took out a kraft paper envelope from her pocket, "Oh, this matter was explained by the leader. I'd better tell Xiao Chujin in person."

"Director Gao, you can just tell us. Chu Jin went to Teacher Li because of the Olympiad. It is estimated that he won't be back next class. Did you pass this letter to him?"

Ding Miao blinked, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Ah, yes, hi, it's still the same as last year. You were also at last year's party. This year