Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Hearing Chu Jin said to "save money to support you", Song Qiaoxi's mouth continued to grumble unhappily.

What, Chu Jin hates her for eating too much?

She also believes that she is a very good type to support herself, and she still needs to save money to support herself...

"I'll eat less in the future, big deal. If you don't let you treat KFC, just eat fried skewers, or you can eat less fried skewers. Don't you want to participate in the provincial Olympiad competition next semester? More days to make up lessons, where is there still time to study?"

Song Qiaoxi mumbled.

The bus was braking again. Although she hugged Chu Jin's arm tightly, the soft little person was still out of control and rushed into his arms.

"The competition is not difficult. When I make up classes for Yu Tian during the day, come together. I promised Uncle Song to urge you to write winter homework."

Chu Jin tried his best to support Song Qiaoxi's chest force, and said in a very ordinary tone.

Ok?

No difficulty? !

It seems so. Song Qiaoxi heard from Mathematics teacher Li that Chu Jin has already started to do Mathematical Olympiad in junior high school, so the Mathematical Olympiad in the elementary school group should not be difficult for him.

This semester, Mr. Li also joined several subject teachers, once again found his father and mother, and put forward suggestions to let Chu Jin skip a grade.

However, Chu Jin's attitude was very firm, expressing that he hoped to finish elementary school step by step, and his parents would respect his own decision.

But, should Xiaodouding make up lessons for Yutian? Why should she follow along!

Song Qiaoxi frowned, rubbed her chin on Chu Jin's coat, slowly raised her head, dragging a long tail, "Take up lessons for the children, why should I follow..."

"Because you are also a kid, younger than me, and you have been a kid all your life."

Chu Jin smiled, as if he had already thought about this decision a long time ago, and Song Qiaoxi was not given any opportunity to refute it.

"..."

Xixi feels something is wrong with this inexplicably?

It seems that since Chu Jin at KFC asked her whether to go to Heihuquan to take pictures or go back with him, Chu Jin was very sure that he would never go to Heihuquan again.

This is your own way, is it a routine?

-

Father Song came back from a business trip in Beijing and brought a lot of Beijing specialties. He also learned from his mother that Chu Jin was giving Yu Tian a supplementary lesson, and said he took the time to talk to him.

Chu Jin and his father didn't know what to say in the study, so Song Qiaoxi didn't let Song Qiaoxi come over.

She was sitting in the living room with a small bench, holding a large bag of tuckahoe cakes in her arms, and unpacking the outer packaging, which contained a small pack of small packs.

According to the legend, Empress Dowager Cixi’s favorite poria pie, Song Qiaoxi carefully watched the taste introduction on the package.

"Pineapple, peach, orange, lychee..."

She muttered to herself, picked a small packet of pineapple flavor, tore open the package and took a bite.

This......

How to describe this?

Xixi, who has never been picky about eating, eats well, wrinkled her brows tightly, and took a look at the half of Poria Biscuit left in her hand...

This thing is too unpalatable, right?

The taste is the same as chewing wax, the outer skin tastes like a piece of paper, and the inset inside is sweet.

"Leave it to Dad, anyway, Dad is not picky about eating..."

Song Qiaoxi put half of the Poria Bake in the small packaging bag intact.

At home, she and her mother don't like to eat things, and her father always refuses to come, and is very happy to "clean up the battlefield" for their wives.

She heard the study door open.

"Yes, uncle respects your choice, but if your uncle finds that you are too tired and your body can't bear it, you should ask your uncle Yu to reject it. Our family doesn't need children to make money."

Father patted Chu on his shoulders, and the two of them walked out of the study together.

"Well, I got it."

Chu Jin nodded without refuting.

Father Song walked over to her, "Why, girl, are Fuling cakes delicious?"

Song Qiaoxi raised the half-bitten Poria Biscuit in her hand and stuffed it into her father's mouth, "Um...Daddy, try it yourself?"

"Oh, hello..." Song Jianguo was eating Poria cakes, feeling happy, squeezing her daughter's face, "It's really delicious, we Xixi really loves my dad, and Xixi feeds it to my dad. Everything is delicious!"

"Since Dad likes eating so much, I will leave this whole package to Dad."

Song Qiaoxi nodded relievedly.

Song Jianguo was moved to shed tears from his old father again. It's so good to raise a girl, and he deserves to be a "little padded jacket"!

Throughout the winter vacation, Song Qiaoxi felt as if she hadn't been on vacation, and followed the neighbor's Xiaodou Ding, who was dragging his nose, to do her winter vacation homework in the boiler room five days a week.

It was half of the first winter vacation in my life, and all the winter vacation homework was completed.

After finishing the homework, Chu Jin did not arrange too heavy learning tasks for her, only asked Song Qiaoxi to ensure the amount of English reading every day, do the math workbook for the next semester, and fulfill her promise on weekends and take her to various places in Qizhou City. Take pictures in a large scenic area.

At the end of the winter vacation, Chu Jin received the supplementary tuition fee from Uncle Yu. It was 500 yuan more than the previously negotiated fee, which was one hundred more, for a total of six hundred yuan.

Uncle Yu was particularly satisfied, and joined several neighbors, wanting Chu Jin to run a cram school during his vacation.

He didn't throw this money to Song Qiaoxi as usual, but secretly put the money in Aunt Qiao's purse.

Chu Jin thought that he was perfect, but he didn't expect that in the new semester, the day before school started, Aunt Qiao would be called out of the boiler room alone.

"Exhausted, is there something to do now?"

Aunt Qiao dressed up as she went out and asked Chu Jin at the door of the boiler room.

Chu Jin shook his head, "It's okay, Aunt Qiao."

"Go, put on your coat, go out with Aunt Qiao, and will be back soon."

Qiao Qin beckoned to him and stood at the door waiting for him.

Back to the room and put on his coat, Chu Jin followed Qiao Qin towards the gate of the compound.

Although it is the first month, Qizhou in the millennium will welcome a warm winter.

The warm winter sun was so warm, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and only heard Aunt Joe's small heels, "clicking" in his ears.

The wife left the compound, and Aunt Qiao took him across the road and stopped in front of a bank.

Chu Jin looked up at the bank's name in doubt, and asked softly, "Aunt Joe?"

Qiao Qin leaned on Chu Jin's shoulders and leaned slightly, "Extremely, auntie knows what you want to do for this family. Aunt Qiao and your Uncle Song saw the 600 yuan a few days ago and were really touched. Yesterday. Your Uncle Song also said, "Oh, I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, we Xiao Chu would all be so sensible..."

In the sun, Chu Jin saw Aunt Qiao smiling softly. She wore a white scarf and a peacock-blue woolen coat, which reminded Chu Jin of her mother inexplicably.

"Your Uncle Song almost cried, do you think he is funny?"

Qiao Qin scratched Chu Jin's nose naturally.

"Ok."

Chu Jin pursed his lips and smiled.

On the surface, Uncle Song is a tough guy, but in fact he is very soft in his heart. Whether it is to Song Qiaoxi or to himself, sometimes he is even more careful than Aunt Qiao.

"But aunts and uncles, I can’t collect your money. First, this is the first pot of gold we have earned, which is particularly memorable. Second, your aunts and uncles are not short of money. Auntie will be promoted this year. Leader of the teaching team, after the beginning of the new year, your Uncle Song will not only work in the editorial department, but also take care of the position in the publishing department. Both of us will have a salary increase and bonus. Our family’s life is getting better. And, it’s from you. After that, it got better and better."

Qiao Qin looked at the thoughtful young boy with a calm tone.

Unknowingly, Chu Jin has been at home for almost five years. From a thin and weak boy to a handsome young boy who is almost as tall as her now, he almost forgot that little carrot head covered with injuries.

She knew that Chu Jin was different from her own daughter. Her daughter had a big heart, and she could fool it with a few words.

Chu is very focused, thinking about things is easy to get into the horns, if you don't solve it well, the child will always have a lump in his heart.

"Bring you to the bank today. Auntie wants to open an account for you and open it in your own name. From now on, we will deposit as much money as we make, and wait until you grow up to be your wife, okay?"

Qiao Qin joked.

She watched Chu Jin raise her head, thinking he wanted to say something.

The boy frowned, seemed to be thinking, his throat rolled up and down, and finally he did not speak.

Qiao Qin paused, smiled, and then said: "No matter what it is, it will be stored in your own account. After you become an adult, you can control it whatever you want. If your uncles and aunts are really in trouble, promise to come and talk to you. Borrow money, okay?"

After speaking, Qiao Qin patted Chu Jin on the shoulder and led him into the trading hall of the bank.

After more than an hour, the two came out of the bank.

Chu Jin held a small red book in his hands. This was the first time in his life that he had a passbook of his own.

With Aunt Qiao's phrase "if I have difficulties, I will borrow money from him", Chu Jin was relieved.

There is no such thing as borrowing or not borrowing his money from the Song family.

Since the uncle and aunt are not short of money for the time being, they should save it in the passbook first, and take it out for their use whenever necessary.

As for Aunt Qiao said that he kept the money as his "wife's book"?

Chu Jin shook his head vigorously.

It shouldn't be used now, it's too early! But, should we prepare in advance so that we can be safe?

Forget it, when I think of this, my ears become hot...

-

Song Qiaoxi is not particularly sensitive to the economic situation of her family. She always thinks that her family is not poor and not rich, just an ordinary dual-worker family.

Of course, she hopes that the life of the family will be better and better, and that both parents will develop well in their careers.

But she feels that it seems more important than being promoted to make a fortune, to ensure that the family is safe, and not repeat the mistakes of the original story in the old memory.

Fortunately, there is one year before the sixth grade of elementary school. When Song Qiaoxi is bored, she will flip through her green Snoopy diary and memorize several important events.

In the second semester of the sixth grade of elementary school, President Jiang’s son Jiang Qisheng was pushed downstairs by himself and broke his leg. For this, his father offended President Jiang.

In the third year of the junior high school, my dad would be falsely imprisoned by a colleague, and my mother was repeatedly frustrated after asking for help because of his dad being falsely accused.

When he was nineteen years old, his father died in an accidental car accident not long after he was released from prison, and his mother suffered a mental breakdown and completely lost the ability to take care of himself. He died of depression in a mental hospital.

At the age of 20, because of the broken family, she would choose to end her life at the beach, and was finally saved by Chu Jin.

The only thing Song Qiaoxi believed would never happen was the incident at the age of twenty. She had to find a way to help her parents avoid the other three things no matter what.

As for whether the family will be rich or not, Song Qiaoxi really doesn't care. The most important thing is that the family can live happily together.

Of course, she also knows that the key to triggering the old plot lies in her.

As long as she doesn't cause trouble at school, and doesn't let her parents get distracted, it's like a new word that Chu Jin recently taught her called "butterfly effect."

Changing a little bit will affect the overall development. Perhaps in this way, those very bad things will not happen to their homes again.

The whole year of the millennium, the Song family had an exceptionally smooth life.

Qiao Qin was promoted to become the leader of the teaching team, and his salary rose a lot.

Song Jianguo is highly used by leaders. In addition to taking care of the work of editor-in-chief, he was appointed as the deputy general manager of the newspaper group to focus on publishing.

With a double salary plus a generous bonus for work, Song Jianguo bought two Sony's latest Walkman for the two children in the family during the Chinese New Year in 2001, and asked them to listen to English. At the same time, another person gave a big red envelope.

One thousand yuan per person, plus the red envelopes given by neighbors and relatives in the compound, one person has two or three thousand yuan more in his hand. For eleven or two-year-old children, this amount of money is indeed a bit hot. Up.

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin were afraid that their girls would buy those unclean snacks on the street again, so they simply deposited Chu Jin's share directly into his account.

The red envelope for my daughter’s daughter was paid by monthly installments, and by the way, let Chu Jin supervise it.

Xixi has passed by a bit melancholy this year, as if she has lost her "financial power".

Throughout the year, the couple was so busy that they were flying, but fortunately, the two children have grown up and can take good care of themselves.

When the couple couldn't take care of them at dinner, they asked the girl and Chu Jin to go to Ding's restaurant to solve it.

Song Qiaoxi, Chu Jin, and the partners of the "Little Gang of Five" successfully advanced to the sixth grade of elementary school.

On September 3, 2001, the school day of the primary school attached to the Normal University.

"Xixi, why did you still sleep in bed on the first day of school? Get up quickly, Chu Jin, Auntie has cooked breakfast for you, the buns are in the pot, I go to work first."

Song Qiaoxi didn't know how many times she pushed off the bunny alarm clock beside the bed, supporting her body to get up from the bed strenuously.

Several knocks on the door.

Chu Jin's low voice sounded at the door, "Are you up?"

Song Qiaoxi could have imagined it, the Chu Jin expression behind the door must be frowning and stern.

If in normal times, I would still fight with him, but today...

"Woke up......"

She replied feebly, her hands covering her abdomen unconsciously.

She was not feeling well since last night, but it didn't feel like she was sick, but she didn't have much energy.

But I can’t tell you where it hurts or where it hurts specifically?

In short, it is a very strange feeling.

Could it be that for dinner yesterday, my mother steamed Pippi shrimps, swimming crabs and sea oysters. She ate too much seafood?

Before, every time I ate too much seafood, my stomach would feel a little uncomfortable.

I thought it would be better to sleep, but when I woke up, the feeling of fatigue became more serious.

Looking up, there are arranged schoolbags on the desk.

The school bag was brought back by my father from a business trip in Hong Kong. The cherry blossom pink color is very beautiful. It is a brand of Jansport. There is also one in Chu Jin, which is black.

Dad said that he is optimistic that many students in Hong Kong will carry this kind of schoolbag, which is simple and generous, and light, much better than the colorful cartoon hard-shell schoolbag.

On the chair next to the desk was my mother's ironed school uniform, and on the top was a clean milky white halter vest.

She picked up the vest, sighed, and unbuttoned her pajamas. She had been wearing the vest for two months. She is not very used to it now, and she always feels something tied up.

Song Qiaoxi is eleven years old this year, and many girls in the class have begun to "scrabble". Like Ding Miao, they have jumped to a height of one meter and sixty meters in a few months.

She also started to grow taller, but she was still growing slowly, her legs grew a lot, and she put on a knee-length school uniform skirt, revealing two straight ivory legs.

During the summer vacation, Song Qiaoxi found that her chest had a slight curvature, like two small little buns, if she accidentally touched it, she would burst into tears.

I didn't know at first, Xi Xi thought she had some disease.

After twisting and talking with her mother, Song's mother took her to the underwear shop to pick out some light-colored cotton underwear and taught her how to wear it.

The mother also reminded her that she must not bend over and hunch her back, her **** will be particularly ugly. Development is a normal thing for a girl, so don't feel shy.

"Song Qiaoxi, a little faster, I'm going to be late."

Chu Jin's tone was plain and not rushing, but it still gave people an invisible sense of oppression.

"Here, it's great this time."

Song Qiaoxi hurriedly answered him, buttoned the school uniform shirt, and fastened the grass green school uniform skirt belt.

The school uniform skirts of the elementary and senior grades attached to the normal school have been improved. They are no longer childish suspenders skirts and replaced with grass-green pleated knee-length skirts.

The little girl has a slender waist, a full grip, a white shirt and a short green skirt, which looks energetic and youthful.

Pushing the door open, he saw Chu Jin standing in front of the restaurant in a neat and neat school uniform with a newspaper in one hand and a cup of soy milk in the other.

Chu Jin is twelve years old this year, and he is so fast that he is almost 1.7 meters tall.

His voice became lower, the bulge on his throat was more obvious, the lines on his face were no longer soft like a girl, and he began to look tough and juvenile.

"Hurry up and wash, I'll finish eating right away. I will tie your hair while you eat." Chu Jin glanced at her and said in a low voice, but stopped walking towards the restaurant, turned his head and frowned slightly, "What is your face? So white?"

"Ah..." Song Qiaoxi touched her face and shook her head. "Maybe I ate too much seafood yesterday and my stomach was not very comfortable."

Chu Jin frowned further, "It makes you greedy, and you don't listen every time you say it. I brought you stomach medicine today. If you feel uncomfortable at noon, I will take the medicine at the small dining table."

"No, it will be fine in a while."

Song Qiaoxi waved her hand and dragged her slippers to the bathroom.

I knew I wouldn't tell him, I knew that Chu Jin would let himself take medicine, and would teach himself a lesson...

Entering the bathroom, Song Qiaoxi held a toothbrush in her mouth and sighed, Chu Jin is really the bigger and less cute, it's better when she was a child.

From the moment he jumped, Chu Jinren became very serious, and he loved to laugh for a while when he was young.

After washing, she sat at the dining table and bit by bit the bunny-shaped custard bag.

Chu Jin washed her hands, stood behind her and braided her, and didn't ask what hairstyle she wanted, because Song Qiaoxi only wears a single ponytail now.

He couldn't understand the girl's mind. Starting from the fifth grade, the girls in the class changed their hairstyles almost overnight.

Before, almost all of them were double ponytails and braids, but later they all became single ponytails.

So is Song Qiaoxi. Her dark brown curly hair is waist-long, her hair is soft and heavy, and she has a lot of heavy hair. She often falls with a ponytail and her scalp hurts.

Even if the scalp hurts, I'm determined not to comb the double ponytail or double ball head.

Chu Jin still remembers the beginning of the fifth grade. She didn’t look like a senior girl at all. Song Qiaoxi, who was still like a child, dragged her soft voice and said, “I’m a young lady now, so I can’t tie two braids. Only one ponytail will be tied in the future."

He shook his head and smiled softly.

There are two rubber bands on his slender and pale wrists, and a large amount of long hair that is soft like seaweed in his hands. Over the past year, Chu Jin has also researched experience.

When tying the hair, first use a comb to divide Song Qiaoxi's long hair into two layers, leaving about one-third of the upper layer of hair, and tie a braid near the top of the head.

Then tie the lower layer of hair together with the upper layer, so that the upper layer of scalp is less stressed, and naturally it will not pull the scalp anymore and feel pain.

"Why are you laughing?"

After Song Qiaoxi had eaten the custard bag, she heard the people behind her grinning, holding a cup of soy milk and asked.

"Nothing, I think of a child's childhood." Chu Jin's voice came from behind, and she felt the rubber band's hand skillfully wrap the last lap, "Okay, go rinse your mouth and go to school."

After drinking the soy milk in the cup, Song Qiaoxi licked her lips and said, "That kid, it's not me..."

"Guess what, kid?"

Chu Jin chuckled and flicked her forehead.

Turning her head and sticking her tongue out at him "slightly", Song Qiaoxi didn't want to admit that she was a child, she was already a sixth-grade big sister, "It's not me, it's not me!"

After eating custard buns and drinking warm soy milk, Song Qiaoxi felt a little more comfortable in her stomach, and her body was not so uncomfortable when she fought with Chu Jin.

Yaner ran to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, ready to go to school with a new schoolbag on his back.

-

Qizhou City, the weather in September is still very hot.

On September 3, it was cloudless and sunny.

On the first day of the normal school’s first day, the flag-raising ceremony was over. After a long period of "bombing" by the principal, dean of teaching, and heads of department of each grade, the pupils in the fifth class of the sixth grade were as if they had been beaten with eggplant by frost. Face returned to the classroom.

After more than an hour in the sun, Song Qiaoxi returned to the shady classroom and sat down at the desk, and found that the uncomfortable feeling had returned.

Not only did the uncomfortable feeling come back, but it also became more uncomfortable. The lower back was very sore, and there was a falling pain in the lower abdomen, which was a bit like the feeling of eating a bad stomach, but it was not exactly the same.

She lay on the table and wanted to ask if Chu Jin had brought stomach medicine.

He raised his head and looked to the left, only to remember that Chu Jin was a flag-raiser today, and would be returning to the classroom a little later.

Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi noticed a hot and humid feeling between her legs.

She has a very bad guess, she won't be, come here...

Remember, my mother talked about menstruation when she bought underwear with her during the summer vacation, and taught herself to use sanitary napkins.

After that, she sewed a small cloth to wrap her two pieces of bathroom, and put it in her schoolbag for emergency.

Quickly stretched her hand into the table hole and pulled out the pink schoolbag inside, Song Qiaoxi's brain buzzed, and she was shocked for a while.

This is a new schoolbag. Last night, I temporarily thought about changing into a new schoolbag. The small cloth bag with sanitary napkins is still in the old schoolbag...

Song Qiaoxi pressed her lips, a little collapsed in her heart.

Even if she knows in her heart that this is a normal physiological phenomenon for girls when they grow up, but at this moment, the inner shame makes an eleven-year-old girl unable to think normally.

Today is the first day of school, and the whole day has just started, and there is no sanitary napkin. What can I do...

One hand secretly touched the skirt behind her, Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand and glanced at her finger, there was a faint blood stain on it.

Before she collapsed again, a figure suddenly fell on the bench next to her.

Chu Jin sweated slightly on his forehead, turned his head to look at her with concern, and said in a low voice, "You..."