Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

The TV released the ending song of "Young Bao Qingtian", "A bright day on my head, a belief in my heart, not a young ignorance, but not afraid of challenges..."

Chu Jin held his neck with one hand, moved the a little stiff cervical spine up and down, slightly tilted his head, and saw Song Qiaoxi as drunk from the corner of the light, nodding back and forth, eyes closed.

In the next second, she tilted her body, and her head with long hair fell towards his thigh.

Chu Jin didn't dare to move, and was stunned for a moment, only to feel that there was an extra weight on his thighs.

Song Qiaoxi's face was lying on his lap and let out a slight breathing sound. It seemed that she was sleeping very deep and very fragrant, her moist lips pursed slightly, and she smashed it twice like a baby, and then there was no movement.

"Xixi..." He gently pushed Song Qiaoxi's head, trying to wake her up, "Song Qiaoxi, wake up, don't sleep here..."

But after several pushes, the little **** her leg didn't respond no matter how much she poked, making Chu Jin a little at a loss for what to do, and she didn't dare to move.

July in Beijing was sultry and hot. After dinner with Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao, Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi were all sweating.

Before leaving the house, the aunt and uncle told them to take the bath first.

The two were obedient, and took a shower obediently before going downstairs to watch TV.

When Song Qiaoxi came down, her hair was half dry, her upper body was wearing a goose yellow piping vest, and the lower body was lantern shorts of the same color.

Just now Chu Jin accompanied her for a long walk in the living room, her hair was almost dry, but still with a slight dampness.

Chu Jin felt the warm and humid breath, and smelled the sour apricot shampoo in her nose. Song Qiaoxi slept unscrupulously on his lap like a little milk cat. After a while, she slightly beaten up snore.

The central air conditioner in the house is at a constant temperature of 25 degrees, which is cool and comfortable.

Obviously, I had just taken a shower, let alone sitting on the sofa and watching TV, even if I walked around in the living room, I wouldn't feel hot, but Chu Jin touched his forehead lightly with one hand and felt a thin layer of sweat.

He could feel that the back spine was also slightly hot, and looked down at the little girl sleeping on his lap, and even moved his cheek comfortably, leaving a little baby fat on the trousers of his shorts.

The brightest ceiling light in the living room was not turned on, only the spotlights were turned on for a while.

Under the soft yellow light, Song Qiaoxi’s long brown hair like seaweed sat on her back obediently, her upper body was almost covered by the hair, only a pair of well-proportioned slender legs, and pink and cute, child-like feet Ah.

She has very small feet. Although she has grown longer, she still wears size 34 children's shoes.

With a few strands of broken hair rubbing against her ears, Song Qiaoxi frowned and shook her face, seeming to feel itchy.

Chu Jin hesitated for a long time, looking at her thick upturned, slightly trembling eyelashes, and the curled nose that was raised because of unsatisfaction...

Can't help but reach out to pull the broken hair behind her ears, even though she was very careful, her fingertips still accidentally touched her soft face like a shelled egg.

Withdrawing his fingers like an electric shock, Chu Jin only felt that the blood from his body was pouring into his forehead, his heart was like a rampaging deer, and his chest hurt.

I don't know how long it has been before, and the ending song of "Young Bao Qingtian" that has been on TV for a long time rang again, and Chu Jin glanced at the wall clock on the wall.

It's 11:30 in the evening, and Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao haven't come back yet.

He lightly poked Song Qiaoxi a few more times, but still had no response.

She has been like this since she was a child, and she didn't know anything when she fell asleep. Aunt Qiao joked that she fell asleep like a pig, and she couldn't wake up with two kicks in her ears.

With a helpless sigh, Chu Jin took a pillow and moved his thigh little by little with very light strength, while supporting Song Qiaoxi's head with the other hand.

As long as a century later, she finally moved her legs out and let her rest on a pillow.

Chu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the leg of his left trousers, and smiled bitterly.

After taking a shower, he changed into a clean smoky gray sports suit. Now there is a wet saliva mark on the shorts on the left...

His legs were a little numb, so he moved a little bit, went upstairs and took a towel, covered Song Qiaoxi on him, and adjusted the lighting in the living room again.

After that, Chu Jin sat down again 30 centimeters away from her, yawned lightly, and continued to flip through the book.

When Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin arrived home, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Chenguang, Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin had trouble chatting, and he invited them to Guijie for a supper. They also packed a portion of spicy spicy crab and chicken soup for the two children, and ordered another one separately. A copy of pork ribs rice cake Song Qiaoxi likes to eat.

As soon as the couple entered the door and put their food in the refrigerator, they saw the girl huddled in the towel and sleeping soundly on the sofa in the living room under the dim light.

The young boy on the side did not sit with his waist upright as usual, and Chu Jin relaxedly leaned on the sofa, yawning again and again, and flipping a page like he did.

He seemed to hear the movement, raised his head and smiled at Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin, pointed his finger at Song Qiaoxi, and said to them in a breath: "Xixi is too tired today and fell asleep..."

Song Jianguo watched her daughter sleep like a pig, and looked at her pale face, and said distressedly: "It's just like you are not tired. Little children have dark circles under their eyes. You let her be on her own. Just sleep on the sofa, what time is it, are you still holding on here?"

"Yeah, go upstairs to sleep as soon as possible. I'll call Xixi." Qiao Qin washed the handle, walked out of the bathroom and echoed, patted Chu Jin's shoulder, "Look at your little face, go down Don't follow it this time, just let her sleep on the sofa when she falls asleep."

Chu Jin pursed his mouth and shook his head slightly. After saying goodnight to Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao, he returned to his room upstairs and sat down with his hands on the bed.

He couldn't leave Song Qiaoxi and let her sleep in the living room by herself.

Watching her before going to bed watching a TV series is obviously scared to death, and she has to watch it. This is the first time for her new home in Beijing. In case Song Qiaoxi wakes up midway, she finds that it is an unfamiliar environment and everyone who is familiar with her. Will be frightened for sure.

No matter what Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao say, if there is another time, Chu Jin will still be by her side.

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Song Qiaoxi woke up the next day and found herself in a strange environment, sleeping on a princess bed surrounded by curtains.

It took a long time before I realized that I was in my new home in Beijing.

After she finished washing, she took out a stack of photos and baby camera from her little schoolbag.

This time when she came to Beijing, Song Qiaoxi also brought her baby camera. She also washed out the photos she had taken a while ago and took them to Beijing. The photos included scenes she was very satisfied with, as well as "candidly taken" portraits of Lidong's brother.

I originally wanted to bring to Beijing and hand it to sister Qiu Meng.

As a result, I only found out by calling Uncle Xia’s cell phone before I came here that Sister Qiu Meng was temporarily discharged from the hospital and went to her grandmother’s house in Beidaihe to recuperate for a while.

She hadn't seen sister Qiu Meng for a long time, even if she often called her and wrote letters, she didn't see a real person after all.

I heard from Uncle Xia that sister Qiu Meng is in good condition recently, and she can return to Qizhou to continue her high school education after recuperating.

Song Qiaoxi had to ask for sister Qiu Meng's address in Beidaihe with Uncle Xia, and planned to take the time to send her the photo.

Today is July 13, 2002, it is Saturday, and my father doesn't have to go to work.

After breakfast, my father took them out, saying that he was going to visit Gulou and Nanluoguxiang.

In her father’s car, Song Qiaoxi heard the broadcast saying that today is the first anniversary of Beijing’s successful bid for the Olympics. To celebrate the success of the Olympic bid, a long-distance race for 10,000 people was held.

When waiting for the traffic light, Dad turned his head and said to himself and Chu Jin who were sitting in the back seat: "Let's go again another day." Today, there will be activities and the road will be closed."

She still remembers July 13 a year ago, which was also a summer vacation, and it was an afternoon.

There were many uncles and aunts in the compound planning together. The TV set in the neighborhood committee was moved out and placed on the open space at the entrance of the boiler room. A group of people waited nervously in front of the TV with small flags in their hands.

At that time, the "Little Gang of Five" also went to join in the fun, and a white-haired grandfather named Samaranch appeared on the TV screen.

The old man held an envelope in his hand, and after opening it, he pronounced "Beijing" in English with a strong southern European accent.

There were deafening cheers and applause in the compound, and even some uncles and aunts shed tears of excitement.

That night, Uncle Ding’s restaurant was closed. Uncle Ding took Ding Miao in one hand, and Song Qiaoxi in the other, and went around.

The uncles and aunts in the compound were talking about their children.

"You kids, it's really catching up with the good times. Our motherland is now strong and our bid for the Olympics has been successful!"

"They are so lucky to be born after the 90s!"

"Isn't it? The bitterness we had eaten when we were young, how do the children understand, they are all soaked in a honeypot."

"By 2008, a few children were 18 years old, and they were all grown-ups at the Olympics!"

......

Those uncles and aunts smiled and said to them, Song Qiaoxi seemed to have only heard it yesterday, and for the first time had a clear concept of the passage of time.

It turned out that a year's time really passed by just a short while.

During the day, my father took them around Nanluogu Alley and walked into a small alley along Gulou Street. Dad said this is called "Hutong" in Beijing.

Song Qiaoxi hung a camera around her neck. She felt fresh when she saw everything and wanted to take photos of everything. She took a lot of group photos with her parents.

Because Chu Jin didn't like taking pictures, she secretly took several pictures of his profile.

Dad Song Qiaoxi had Yao Ji fried liver from Gulou for lunch, and ordered steamed buns, fried enema, pea yellow, braised pork and other snacks.

After that, I went to Wenyu Cheese in Nanluoguxiang. For dessert, Father Song ordered red bean double skin milk, red bean milk rolls, original cheese...

I ordered almost all the varieties in the store.

The old Beijing cheese has a slight sour taste, it has a smooth taste and melts in the mouth. It is said to be a treasure of the royal diet. The red bean milk rolls are also delicious. The white milk crust is rolled with bean paste filling. The taste is soft and delicate. The bean paste taste and rich. The milk flavor is not too sweet and greasy, but it has a fresh taste.

For dinner that day, Zhao Chenguang was the host and invited the Song family of three and Chu Jin to dinner.

After playing for a whole day, Song Qiaoxi was a little sleepy on the way his father drove them to dinner, and started to nod and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Song Qiaoxi fell asleep in the car without knowing when, originally tilted her head to sleep.

Woke up twice, slanted, she felt a sense of weightlessness in her body, and then she fell on a soft "pillow".

Chu Jin didn't sleep long last night, and he was a little tired after running outside for a day today.

However, he persisted in staying up and kept watching Song Qiaoxi, who was trapped as a pup, from the side of the eye. When she leaned against him, he quickly and steadily caught the little girl’s soft body so that she could lie down comfortably. On his own lap.

When the place was reached, Chu Jin called her up.

The place where Uncle Zhao treats guests for dinner is near the newly built CBD center, and Uncle Zhao's media group is in a towering building next to it.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Chenguang greeted them warmly.

Zhao Chenguang arranged to be near here, and the big reason was that he wanted Song Qiaoxi to see where his father worked.

He is a talented person, and he has long seen that Song Jianguo treats his daughter's baby very much, so that the little girl is satisfied, and Song Jianguo can work more steadily and confidently.

"Xixi, look, this building is where your father works. I will take you up to see you after dinner?" Zhao Chenguang smiled and said to Song Qiaoxi, pointing to the tall building behind him, "Your father's office landscape is great. Now, the view is particularly good, and it can overlook most of Beijing."

Song Qiaoxi raised her eyes to look at the tall building that Uncle Zhao pointed to. She noticed that there was a more magnificent and luxurious building next to it, which resembled the Empire State Building in New York that Sister Qiu Meng had shown her.

"Uncle Zhao, the building next to it is so beautiful. Is this building also an office?"

She looked at the building and couldn't help asking Uncle Zhao.

Zhao Chenguang smiled awkwardly, this little girl had a good vision.

He replied: "The building next to it is the property of Chu Youhe, a well-known real estate tycoon in Beijing. His building is not rented to the outside world. It is their own property of the Chu family. The Chu family is a wealthy family in Beijing. "

"Chu family?" Song Qiaoxi stuck out her tongue, turned her head and asked Chu Jin on a whim, "You are not also named Chu, didn't Grandpa Sun say that your father is also from Beijing?"