Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

From the cat's eyes, Song Qiaoxi saw a young man in uniform standing outside the door. This young man was the assistant who followed Mr. Chu in the afternoon. Mr. Chu called him Mingzhe.

If he was just standing outside the door, Song Qiaoxi would open the door.

The reason why she didn't dare to open the door was that the floor in front of the house was full of things, and at a glance, it should be a variety of gifts.

Where has she seen such battles?

The current development of the situation has exceeded Song Qiaoxi's control as a twelve-year-old child. In this case, please ask mom and dad to come forward...

Father Song put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, walked quickly to Song Qiaoxi, took her shoulders and looked at the cat's eyes, and asked suspiciously: "Daughter, do you know this person?"

"I saw it in the afternoon, but his dog was lost. No, it was his master's dog. Chu Jin and I were sent to Building 8. His master's name is Chu Youhe."

Song Qiaoxi said honestly that she had already told her parents about this at the dinner table.

"His grandfather's dog?"

Father Song didn't listen carefully when he was eating just now. His daughter was too able to talk, her little mouth kept going, and the second monk was confused at the moment.

Song Jianguo opened the door and asked the visitors politely, "Hello, are you the grandson of Mr. Chu Youhe?"

Mingzhe was a little bit dumbfounded. He tried his best to keep his demeanor. He smiled awkwardly and said: "Hello, Mr. Song, I am Mr. Chu Youhe's assistant."

Father Song pulled her head back into the room and glanced at her daughter. Song Qiaoxi shrugged and whispered: "Dad, I said it was his father, but you have misunderstood it. It is Lord Bayi's father, not mother's father's grandfather. ....."

"Master Bayi, my stupid girl, Jie. After so many years, we are now in a new society, and there is no longer a master of the old society."

Song Jianguo laughed angrily, muttered to her in a low voice, and nodded Song Qiaoxi's head before turning back apologetically.

Seeing this, Qiao Qin put down his chopsticks and went to the door to see what was going on.

Assistant Mingzhe smiled with a good temper, and said politely: "That's right, Mr. Song, take the liberty to interrupt. Mr. Chu lives on the 16th floor of Building No. 8 opposite, and you are neighbors. Your two children found this afternoon. Mr. Chu’s pet dog was sent back. Mr. Chu prepared a thank-you gift for the children in the afternoon, and the children confiscated it. I made a special trip to visit here to express my gratitude."

"I trouble you to pass this letter to your girl. These gifts are Mr. Chu’s little heart. They are not expensive gifts. They are extracurricular classics suitable for teenagers. Some snacks and fruits. Thank you children. Good deeds."

"Finally, I want to ask for your consent, because your girl likes Mr. Chu's dog very much. The letter is the schedule of Mr. Chu's dog walking. If the child is free, he can walk the dog in the garden with Mr. Chu."

Mingzhe clearly explained the process of what happened in the afternoon, handed the letter in his hand to Song Jianguo, bowed slightly and bowed his head in salute, turned and left.

There was no time for Father Song to react. When he looked at the beautifully packaged gifts, books, fruits, and snacks, and wanted to call Mr. Chu's assistant, people had already taken the elevator down.

The family moved the gifts into the house first, and the hallway was full.

"Dad, that grandfather originally wanted to give me a pair of pearl earrings, and gave Chu Jin a pen studded with rubies. We didn't dare to ask for it." Song Qiaoxi sighed as he looked at the present on the spot, "Oh, what should I do now? Ah......"

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin checked and found that the largest area was a few large boxes of hardcover books, and the rest were high-end imported fruits, such as Japanese muscat grape, Yubari melon, Chilean cherries, New Zealand golden kiwi, Australia imported sweet orange, Philippine pineapple...

There are also some snacks that cannot be put and must be eaten in two days.

The couple discussed it. Fruits and snacks were indeed inconvenient to return, and the books for the two children seemed unpalatable.

Finally, I solicited the children's suggestions and decided to go to the supermarket to buy two pieces of good beef tendon, make a pot of Song's best stewed beef, and Qizhou specialty crispy pot.

Both dishes are Kung Fu dishes, with complicated procedures and popular tastes, and they were given to Mr. Chu as a gift in return.

After leaving Qizhou for more than a month, Song Qiaoxi was also greedy at the thought of crisp pan. The next day, she took Chu Jin and helped her mother prepare the ingredients for the crisp pan in the kitchen.

The last choice for the crispy pan is that the crispy pan is mellow and mellow, sweet and sour, which is very suitable for the elderly with bad teeth.

But this dish is really time-consuming, and it takes more than half a day to prepare just the ingredients.

Song Qiaoxi told her mother that the grandfather who lived in the 8th building opposite had inconvenient legs and feet. He was holding a walking stick and got off the elevator in a wheelchair.

She remembered what her mother said when she was a child, and while helping her mother wash the peanuts, she asked: "Mom, didn't you say what to eat to make up? Should we put some pig's feet?"

"Mom bought fine ribs. You kids like to eat pig's feet. It might be a bit greasy for the elderly. In fact, putting pig's feet is the old Qizhou way."

Mom was rolling up the seaweed rolls soaked in advance, and raised her head and said to Song Qiaoxi.

After the rolls are finished, Mother Song will rush out the two children, "Okay, do it all. Just wash the lotus root and put it on the plate. Let's go out with Xixi. Auntie wants fried fish and fried tofu. It's lampblack, you two are getting in the way here."

"Aunt Qiao, I cut the lotus root directly, right?"

Chu Jin put the washed fresh lotus root on the white porcelain plate, wiped his hands with kitchen paper, and asked Aunt Qiao.

"I'll cut it in a while, you can lead Xixi out, alas! The peanuts are full of raw water, so you can't eat it!" Qiao Qin watched her daughter sneakily, trying to eat a peanut soaked in water. Mi, hurriedly stopped, "Hurry up and catch this little greedy cat. It's not enough time in the kitchen."

In the next second, Song Qiaoxi was like a fishy cat who was slipped by Chu Jin's back collar from the kitchen.

"Can't you eat peanuts?"

She grievedly raised her eyes to see Chu Jin.

Released his hand holding Song Qiaoxi’s collar, Chu Jin raised his eyelids, picked up a pack of butternut walnuts from the dining table and handed it to her, "I didn’t hear Aunt Qiao say, it’s raw water, you can eat it when you’re cooked. , You eat this first."

"Well, but it's been a long time since I have eaten crispy pans. When I think of crispy pans, I think of Qizhou and the courtyard. I am really homesick after being in Qizhou for so long..."

Song Qiaoxi opened the butternut walnuts that Chu Jin handed over, picked one and put it in her mouth.

The peculiar nutty scent of walnut with a bit of astringency, melted in her mouth, and the sweet creamy taste was also a bit salty.

He picked up a few walnut kernels and handed them to Chu Jin. He didn't like snacks like potato chips, candies, and chocolates. He would always eat some nuts.

The peculiar vinegar scent of the crisp pan and the sound of the pressure cooker wafted from the kitchen. The familiar taste made Song Qiaoxi feel as if he had returned to the old house in the Qizhou compound in an instant.

Chu Jin stretched out his palm, took the walnuts she handed over, and asked in a low voice, "Is homesick?"

Song Qiaoxi sat on the sofa, looked up at Chu Jin’s dark eyes, and said, "Yes," she said, "I miss my little bed in Qizhou, I miss Miaomiao, Ding Yi and Wang Junyang, they have already responded. The courtyard is over, and there is Grandpa Sun. We have been walking for so long and no one has asked him to listen to the story. Will he be lonely? Grandpa Li plays chess, and Grandpa Sun quarrels with him. We are not here. No one fights with them. Brother Lidong and sister Qiu Meng have been away for so long, and every time I see him, I look unhappy..."

"I will go back soon. There is still a week left." The little Walnut in Chu's palm was slightly damp, and the little girl sitting on the sofa, with big red eyes and a little water vapor, smiled and teased her." I thought you were reluctant to think about Shu and didn't want to go back."

"What? Qizhou is home. Beijing is where my father works. Although it is also home, these two homes are different."

Song Qiaoxi shook her head like a rattle, and didn't care about eating small walnuts.

Chu Jin continued to tease her, "Then tell me, what's the difference? You don't like Beijing?"

"It’s not that I don’t like Beijing, Beijing is very good, the streets are wider than Qizhou, the buildings are higher than Qizhou, there are so many delicious foods, and the houses are bigger than those in Qizhou... But, look, we come to Beijing It has been more than a month, and I don’t even know who the neighbor living next door is. The grandfather opposite has lost his dog, and the property doesn’t know who the dog belongs to."

As if opening the conversation box, Song Qiaoxi began to analyze seriously.

"This is impossible in our compound. Last time you didn't give Yu Tian a make-up lesson. He lost his little white rabbit and was found by the janitor Uncle Zhang. Everyone in the compound knew each other. , We can go to Ding Yi and Ding Miao’s house for candy, and we can also play games at Wang Junyang’s house for an afternoon. Uncle Xia and the others cooked us dinner for more than two months..."

The more she recalled, the more Song Qiaoxi missed Qizhou and everyone in the compound.

Beijing is good everywhere, with spacious and bright new houses, luxurious new communities, garden-like communities, and a bustling shopping mall opposite.

But she always felt that Beijing seemed to be missing something.

Perhaps Qizhou is a more smoky city, and the capital lacks a trace of pyrotechnics; or perhaps, it’s less familiar accents that I haven’t heard for a long time, smelling the strong barbecue smell in the summer air; more likely, less It's the strong human touch in the compound.

But when I thought that I would be able to go back to Qizhou in one week and play happily with the friends in the courtyard, Song Qiaoxi's mood was obviously better again.

Chu Jin leaned on the armrest of the sofa, folded his hands on his chest, and suddenly asked her seriously, "Then, do you prefer Qizhou or Beijing, and where do you want to live in the future?"

"Ah? Of course I prefer Qizhou," Song Qiaoxi answered without hesitation, but for the second question, she thought for a while and said with a smile, "In the future, where my parents are, I will live. Dad. If moms come to work in Beijing, then we will go back to Beijing after traveling the world together. If moms and dads go back to Qizhou, how about we go back to Qizhou?"

"Okay." Chu Jin smiled relievedly and nodded firmly.

Thirteen-year-old Chu Jin and twelve-year-old Song Qiaoxi smiled at each other.

He and the little girl opposite have been living together for six years. In the heart of the little boy, a seed that was planted silently many years ago seems to have begun to sprout.

Her laugh is crisp and sweet, her eyes are dazzling like stars in the sky, and the corners of her mouth are playful and cute.

The little girl in front of him named Song Qiaoxi, her every move, every frown, seemed to affect the heart of the teenager.

The boy quietly made a wish, hoping that Xixi would be safe and happy all his life, and smile carefree.

In the afternoon of the next day, Mother Song took the beef that had been marinated in the soup out of the refrigerator, and poured the sauce on the surface of the beef shank. She kept a small piece of beef for the children at night, and another piece. The large and complete braised beef tendon is sealed in a glass crisper.

The crispy pot was soaked in the soup overnight. Whether it was fried tofu, ribs, mackerel, lotus root, and kelp, it was completely delicious. The rich aroma of sweet vinegar when the pan was boiled, it was simply a big one. move.

Put the pastry pan in a larger glass crisper that was bought in advance, and Mother Song called Mr. Chu on the 16th floor of Building No. 8 according to the phone number left in the letter.

Assistant Mingzhe picked up the call and confirmed that Chu was home, and took the two children to the old gentleman in return.

Chu Jin held the crispy pan, the biggest fresh-keeping box in his arms, Song Qiaoxi carried the braised beef tendon in his arms, and the two followed Mama Song to the eighth building opposite.

Mingzhe was already waiting for them at the door and guided them to take the elevator to the sixteenth floor.

On the elevator, Song Qiaoxi saw for the first time that there were no stops in the middle of the elevator. The buttons only had one floor, the negative floor, and the sixteenth floor.

She jabbed Chu Jin lightly with her elbow, and whispered, "Chu Jin, look, there is no button in the middle?"

"Yeah." Chu Jin looked up and nodded.

"Why is our house not like this?" Song Qiaoxi asked curiously.

"..." Chu Jin didn't know how to answer her, pursing his lips and shook his head.

Before Song Qiaoxi asked further, they had reached the sixteenth floor.

After the elevator door, it is an empty entrance. Opposite the entrance is a high and wide carved door. On the side of the entrance is the front floor glass, and the outdoor is a picturesque sky garden.

God, someone moved the garden to the top floor of the building? !

The carved door opened from the inside, and under the guidance of Mingzhe, Song Qiaoxi walked in behind her mother.

Along the way, she couldn't help exclaiming in her heart, this grandpa's house is too big!

It is not like a home at all, it looks more like a museum. There are many antiques and artworks that she has never seen before. The paintings on the walls are also incomprehensible to Song Qiaoxi.

Mingzhe stopped at the door of a room and opened the door for them.

This is a spacious and bright reception room. Compared with the outside style, this reception room is much warmer.

The furnishings are all warm colors, the curtains are also off-white, and there is a white grand piano in the corner of the reception room, with "STEINWAY&SONS" written on the side of the piano.

Holding a cane, the well-dressed old man walked out from the inner room to greet them, followed by Lucky like a small snowball.

"Hello, is it Mrs. Song?" Mrs. Chu walked to Mama Song and stretched out the gentleman's hand.

Mother Song shook his hand with him, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Chu, just call me Qiao Qin. I'll take the liberty to interrupt. The fruit, snacks, and books for the children you sent home the day before yesterday have all been received. They I like them very much. We are from Qizhou, and we have made some braised beef tendons, and we have Qizhou crispy pot for you to taste."

"Lucky!" Song Qiaoxi knelt down and touched it. Lucky jumped up and down with excitement. She seemed to be particularly interested in the lunch box in her hand. Her little nose was stunned and she kept sticking out her tongue and licking her mouth.

She raised the lunch box and said to Lucky solemnly: "No, this is not for you, but for grandpa."

Mr. Chu raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Thank you so much, Qiao Qin, I really love this bite."

At this moment, an aunt in white overalls knocked on the door to come in, smiled and took away the glass lunch boxes in the hands of Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi.

Song Qiaoxi freed her hands and pulled Chu Jin to play with Lucky.

At this moment, my mother and old man Chu had finished chatting, and heard her mother calling them, holding Lucky in her arms, and walking to her mother's side with Chu Jin.

She politely nodded to Old Man Chu: "Hello, Grandpa."

Chu Jin nodded and said calmly: "Hello."

"Hello children, can you tell me what your names are today, right?" Mr. Chu said kindly.

Song Qiaoxi glanced at her mother, her mother touched her hair, she stuck out her tongue, "I didn’t know my grandpa last time, and I didn’t deliberately not tell my grandpa’s name. My name is Song Qiaoxi, Song is Song Jiang’s Song, and Qiao is Qiao Mu’s Joe. Xi is Wang Xizhi’s Xi plus a Japanese character. Usually, my parents and friends call me Xixi. Grandpa, you just call me Xixi."

"Chu Jin, Chu River in the Han realm, the end of the end." Chu Jin said in a deep voice.

"Hello, Xixi," Mr. Chu nodded to Song Qiaoxi with a smile, turning his head to Chu Jin, "Oh? The surname is also Chu? It's a coincidence, the kid and I belong to my family."

"Chu Jin is the child of a good friend of ours. The couple is usually very busy, so the child is kept in my family. It happens to be company with Xixi, just like our own son."

Qiao Qin took Chu Jin's shoulders and answered for him.

Over the years, Qiao Qin and Song Jianguo both explained Chu Jin's identity to the outside world in this way.

I'm also afraid that others will ask too much, and that too many questions will make the child feel uncomfortable, and I also avoid costly explanations.

Both Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi understood that they were all used to the rhetoric of mom and dad.

Old man Chu nodded thoughtfully, "That's right, these two children are very well raised, polite and sensible, and they are likable to look at. Come on, sit down."

With that, Mr. Chu sent someone to bring the prepared afternoon tea to the table.

Song Qiaoxi only wanted to play with Lucky. At noon, she ate the crispy pot made by her mother, and her stomach was full, so she dragged Chu Jin to play a tug of war with Lucky.

At the tea table, mother chatted with Grandpa Chu.

"You are all from Qizhou? By coincidence, my wife's ancestral home is Qizhou, but I haven't returned to Qizhou for more than ten years. How is Qizhou's development now, and how has it changed? My wife was alive before. At that time, I would accompany her back to Qizhou to worship her ancestors every year." said Mr. Chu.

Qiao Qin said: "Yes, we are all locals in Qizhou. Qizhou has remained the same over the years, with little change and development. The speed is definitely not as good as Beijing..."

The two chatted for a while, somehow, when the topic was about playing the piano, Mr. Chu seemed to be talking about his wife.

Mr. Chu said: "When I was a child, my wife and his family moved from their home in Qizhou to Beijing. They were neighbors with my family, and the two elders were also good friends for many years. At that time, we asked me and my wife to learn piano together. As a result, when my wife was young, Very naughty, she was told by her parents that she was not like a girl at all, she couldn't sit still, didn't take classes seriously, and didn't practice seriously..."

When Song Qiaoxi heard this, she blinked at Chu Jin and said mischievously: "That grandma, like me, didn't like playing the piano when she was young. Do you remember when I was caught pretending to be sick to escape your piano lessons when I was young?"

"Hey, why don't you remember, your whole body is fried skewers, and your mouth is covered with ketchup."

Chu Jin smiled back to her, avoiding the "attack" with Lucky's small tongue.

Elder Chu continued: "It's fun to tell you. When my wife was nine years old, we were about the same size. In order to avoid practicing piano, she didn't know where to get a wig and asked me to wear her. Her skirt is sitting in the piano room to play the piano for her. Every time her mom only looks at her back, she just hears the sound of the piano and never comes in."

Perhaps it was that the long-lasting and chronological story was too attractive. Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin sat on the carpet and looked behind them. Both of them were attracted by the anecdotes of Mr. Chu's childhood.

She had Lucky in her hand, and Lucky was tired of playing now, lying on Song Qiaoxi's knee and breathing heavily.

"As a result, one day, because my wife went out to play ball, she accidentally kicked a big hole in the glass window of the piano room. She was afraid that I would be scratched by the glass, so she rushed in from outside the house..."

Father Chu took a sip of tea and paused.

Song Qiaoxi was fascinated. Although she was forcibly fed the old couple's childhood "dog food", she turned her head anxiously and asked, "What then? What happened then, Grandpa, are you caught?"

Old man Chu smiled heartily, "Hahaha, of course I was caught, and was caught upright by her mom. Of course, the most embarrassing thing was me. I wore a floral skirt with a wig and was caught. Mom took it and went to my house to find my parents to file a complaint."

"Hahahaha, grandpa, were you so funny when you were young? Grandma was too naughty too!"

Song Qiaoxi smiled and leaned her head on Chu Jin's shoulders, she almost burst into tears, and Lucky in her arms also yelled.

"Do you know how to play the piano?" Mr. Chu asked them.

"I can't, I'll play "Little Star", and I will return the rest to the teacher, but Chu Jin plays the piano very well."

Song Qiaoxi hurriedly waved her hand. Her little "three-legged cat" piano knowledge had already been packaged and returned to "Mr. Chu".

Putting down the tea cup, Mr. Chu looked at Chu Jin with interest, "Oh, Xiao Chujin can play the piano? Can you play a piece for us?"

Seeing Chu Jin stand up, Song Qiaoxi nodded, and said frankly: "I don't know many songs, I will only play something that interests me."

"Just play what you like. It's been a long time since I've been so lively here." Mr. Chu said.

""City in the Sky"?" Chu Jin asked Song Qiaoxi, looking down.

She excitedly said: "Wow, I like "Laputa" the most!"

Walking to the white grand piano, Chu Jin lifted the lid, adjusted the bench, and tried a few scales.

Xu is different from the piano. The sound quality of this piano is exceptionally clear and full, the tone is gorgeous and elegant, and the response sensitivity of the keys far exceeds that of all pianos he has played.

A melodious and sad "City in the Sky" echoed in the living room, and Chu Jin walked with his hands on the keyboard, and the audience in the reception room listened to his performance attentively.

At the end of the song, Song Qiaoxi didn't seem to be able to ease her emotions from the sound of the piano all at once. The first thing she heard was a few powerful claps.

"This song is very trendy, I haven't heard it before, but I play it very well, I also practice this song when I have time..."

Elder Chu's gaze had been fixed on Chu Jin before, and then turned to Song Qiaoxi.

She is very familiar with the kindness and tenderness in Grandpa Chu's eyes, because when her grandpa and grandpa look at her, they also look like this.

Song Qiaoxi hurriedly answered, ""City in the Sky", grandpa, the piano song played by Chu Jin is the theme song of a cartoon by Hayao Miyazaki. That cartoon is very beautiful, it is called "City in the Sky". I recommend it to you. !"

Elder Chu said: "Okay, I will definitely watch it. I have a common topic with you when I meet next time."

After sitting for a while, Mother Song took them and said goodbye to Old Man Chu.

"Goodbye Lucky," Song Qiaoxi leaned down and touched Lucky's head. Chu Jin was by her side to accompany her. She reluctantly said to Lucky, "We may see you again next summer vacation. Take care of your host. Don't run around anymore, have you heard?"

When she looked up, she saw Mr. Chu taking out a stack of piano scores from the piano bench, and assistant Mingzhe took a hard-shell paper bag to put the scores in.

"This piano score is given to Xiao Chu." Old man Chu walked to the door with a cane.

Chu Jin stood up on his knees, staring at him with doubts and perplexities.

"These piano scores have long been familiar to me. They are all classic pieces. Except for my eldest son, no one at home wants to play the piano..." Mr. Chu took the paper bag and handed it to Chu Jin, "Little friend, We are also destined. We are both surnamed Chu. Why don't we give it to you. I hope that when we meet again next year, we can meet friends with the piano?"

After hesitating, Chu Jin still took the paper bag, nodded to the old man, and said softly, "Well, thank you, see you next year."

-

There are very few days left in Beijing during the summer vacation.

For the remaining few days, Song Qiaoxi accompanied her mother to purchase some Beijing specialty products, which she prepared to give to neighbors and friends who were familiar with the compound.

Uncle Zhao also came to the house and prepared something for Song Qiaoxi and the others to bring back to Qizhou, all for Zhao Xin.

It is a newest Gameboy and a Sony Walkman.

When Uncle Zhao was leaving, he secretly grabbed Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, and whispered to them, "Can you help Uncle after you go back?"

"Uncle, you said, as long as I can do it, I promise to complete the task!" Song Qiaoxi patted her chest and said in a big deal.

Chu Jin poked her arm, "Don't be too busy talking big, first listen to what Uncle Zhao is going to help."

"Please tell Zhao Xinduo good things about uncle after school starts, so that he thinks about having a father whenever he wants to."

At this moment, Zhao Chenguang, as if he did not have the appearance of a media group "master", clasped his hands together to "make love" to the two children.

Song Qiaoxi glanced at Chu, and sure enough, he also had an expression of "This is it?"

"Uncle, don't worry, I will speak for you, but..." Xixi paused, and said earnestly, "Uncle Zhao, if Zhao Xin doesn't want to come to Beijing to find you, you can go back to Qizhou Look for him? If Dad is not around, it will really be like no Dad."

Zhao Chen was stunned by what he said, and finally smiled bitterly to himself, shook his head and left.

Before leaving, my father and uncle driver took them to the airport.

When they came, there were only two ordinary check-in boxes for one adult and two children. They were very good when they left. There were three large suitcases that were so full that they had to be checked in. There were three people and one hand luggage on the plane.

Song Qiaoxi was very excited at this time, and finally returned to Qizhou!

She is now particularly eager to sleep on the pink bed in her cabin, and she wants to chat with the "Little Gang of Five" in Chujin's boiler room, and she also wants to go to Uncle Ding's restaurant to have a barbecue, and then use Mama Ding's. Carrots and lamb dumplings are the staple food, and the seafood lump soup is slippery.

On the plane, Song Qiaoxi was sitting in the middle, with her mother on the left and Chu Jin on the right.

She leaned her head on Chu Jin’s shoulder and began to mumble, "Chu Jin, shall we go to Uncle Ding’s to have a barbecue tonight? I am so greedy for Uncle Ding’s grilled lamb skewers, beef skewers, garlic cloves, honey chicken wings, and meat. Tendons, plate tendons, as well as grilled eggplant, corn, cabbage rolls, wet bean curd, grilled biscuits, baked potato chips..."

Chu Jin flicked her forehead with his hand, and whispered: "Okay, stop, don't say it...what you said, I'm hungry."

Even the mother sitting on the side stretched out her hand to scrape her nose, "Hey, you little cat, okay, go to your Uncle Ding’s restaurant tonight to have a meal and stop cooking."

"Great!" Song Qiaoxi hugged her mother's neck, and put a big mouthful of fragrance on her face, "Mua!"

When all this became a reality, Song Qiaoxi touched her crooked belly and lay on her back in her small bedroom in Qizhou.

Take a deep breath, and even the air in the room is the most familiar and loving taste. This feeling is satisfying and at ease.

She slowly closed her eyes, thinking that early tomorrow morning, she would gather the "Little Gang of Five" and get together in the boiler room in Chujin.

I haven't seen you in a summer vacation, I miss my friends!

Why didn’t I know before, it turned out to be home, it’s so beautiful...

Thinking of what her mother used to say before, now she finally realized that the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own dog nest.

Even her small room is always messed up like a "doghouse", but Song Qiaoxi likes her "doghouse" the most.

-

There are still three days before the start of the foreign language school in September.

When she woke up in the morning, Song Qiaoxi squatted in front of the suitcase she brought back from Beijing, holding a plastic bag in her hand, and filled it with gifts for the "Little Gang of Five" and snacks to share for a while.

At this time, the phone rang.

She heard her mother answer the phone, "Yes, hello teacher, yes yes, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, these two students belong to our family, oh, I am Song Qiaoxi’s mother, Chu Jin’s guardian. Okay, a little bit Wait, take a note of my note..."

Without thinking about it, I grabbed a large handful of pea yellow in a small bag and stuffed it into a plastic bag, humming a little song in a good mood.

I didn't expect what kind of "surprise" this phone call would bring.

After a while, my mother hung up the phone and walked towards her with a small piece of paper in her hand.

Raising her neck, Song Qiaoxi asked her mother casually: "Mom, who is calling?"

"Oh, it's a foreign language school. Tell the parents to pick up school uniforms and books. The back office teacher told me that I'm afraid you kids will jump up during the summer vacation. The school uniforms are all ordered one size larger. Every year, many students wear suspenders to school. ."

Mom said to her, and then paused for a while, and squatted in front of the suitcase.

"By the way, Xixi, how many people did you pass for the foreign language entrance exam last time?"

Mom put the broken hair behind her ears for her, and asked patiently.

"I took the exam for 63 students, and I am admitted to the experimental class," Song Qiaoxi patronized and stuffed the plastic bag without much thought. She raised her head grinningly, "Mom, have you even forgotten this?"

"Ah, look, you reminded mom," Mother Song suddenly realized, she took the note in her hand and said, "Look at it, I said, how can you be assigned to the first experiment group? You are assigned to the experiment. Class two is now, and there is exactly 62 people in one class. We Xixi is awesome, and we took 63 exams, and that’s the first place in the second class of the experiment!"

The Quanjude roast duck vacuum-packed in Song Qiaoxi's hand fell to the ground with a bang...