Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

"Is the color of the clothes not nice?" Song Qiaoxi put down the thermos in her hand, looked down at her body, freed up a pink close-fitting cutie who ran up and looked up, looking up at her.

Chu Jin took another step back, with an unnatural expression on his face.

"Is it because the elder sister helped me apply mascara? Isn’t it unsightly if I put on makeup? I just want to rub my eyes, I always feel a little bit itchy, the elder sister said that I must not rub it, just rub it. Panda eyes..." Song Qiaoxi pointed to her eyes.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Chu Jin coughed dryly, his head still tilted to one side, and his voice was low and dull. "To be honest, it's pretty good."

After finishing talking, he frowned and took a step forward, and buttoned the hat of the woolen coat that was draped on Song Qiaoxi on her head, "You go and change your clothes. You can catch a cold when it gets hot and cold. I'll wait at the backstage door. you."

Chu Jin turned his head and left the backstage.

The two discussed at home during the day. After the performance, they returned to the classroom to get their schoolbags, and then came back to meet Ding Miao and Wang Junyang.

After the "Shuangdan" party is over, the classes will no longer be organized to return to the classroom, and will leave school directly from the school auditorium.

"Song Qiaoxi, go wow, go to the bathroom and change clothes." The senior sister of Hot Dance Club greeted her with her clothes in her arms.

Song Qiaoxi just wanted to catch up with Chu Jin, asked him to take away his coat and don't catch the cold, and turned to agree with the senior sister, "Here."

Looking back again, Chu Jin was no longer present.

She had to wrap up her jacket tightly, picked up the pink travel bag placed aside, and followed the school sisters from the dance club to the bathroom.

In the women's bathroom in the backstage, a group of young girls are holding me, and I holding you, helping each other to change into winter school uniforms.

Teenage girls, getting together can be fun.

Chu Jin's uniform was still draped on her, Song Qiaoxi could smell his clothes, which had a faint mint fragrance like the boy's body, a clean smell, and made people feel at ease.

Glancing at the washstand in the bathroom, Song Qiaoxi felt wet and stained, and frowned.

A very heavy coat, the washstand cannot be put, and there is no other place to hang it, which makes her a little worried.

"Come on, Song Qiaoxi, I'll change it, and I'll help you hold the coat." A senior sister stretched out her hand friendly and said with a smile.

"Thank you senior sister." Song Qiaoxi nodded gratefully, took off the woolen coat which was obviously several sizes larger, folded it slightly, and handed it to senior sister, "The coat is a bit heavy, I will change it soon."

Just as soon as she raised her hand to take off the little cutie, took out the school uniform shirt from the sports bag, buttoned one by one, Song Qiaoxi heard the senior sister smile and say: "It's okay, where can a piece of clothing sink, but , Elementary school girl, your boyfriend Chu Jin is so kind to you."

"Yeah, I'm so envious of us, Chu Jin is so cold to others, his eyes glow when I look at you! You two really grew up together as childhood sweethearts? Xixi, I read it in a fan novel that you are They slept on the same bed when they were young..." The president of the Hot Dance Club also came over and asked gossiping.

Another member raised his arm and braided his braid, struck his neck and said: "I see in our school's post bar, not only the fanfiction is about to be finalized, but also the comics have been posted, let alone, the drawing is really good! It is said that It was painted by an art student from the Second High School Affiliated to Normal School..."

The question after another caused Song Qiaoxi's buttoned hands to stop.

Her brain couldn't digest these weird information for a while, Chu is her boyfriend?

There are also fan comics, art students from the Second Affiliated Middle School?

The only art student I know, who is very good at drawing comics, is still studying in the Second Affiliated Middle School, there is only one person...

Ding Yi!

Song Qiaoxi clenched her small fist, gritted her teeth in her heart, so you are Ding Yi, let me catch it, you die! Certainly! Up! ! !

Seven, eight, thirteen, four-year-old girls, you and I are chatting in the bathroom, and the little mouth can't stop.

Some people envied Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin's "childhood sweethearts". The bamboo horse yelled at her, except for pulling her braids when they were young, but when they grew up they met each other and they were not sweet at all! Some senior sisters look like idiots and hope that God will give her a boyfriend who looks like Chu Jin and has an online IQ...

Do you want to say that these discussions are malicious?

There is indeed no malice at all. The little girls of this age are very gossiping. Usually in a club, everyone has a good relationship. The whole club, including Gu Wei, can’t help but take Song Qiaoxi as a group pet. .

Song Qiaoxi has a good personality. The little girl is soft and cute. She always thinks about everyone. She is always meticulous in practice. Who doesn't like it?

However, the gossip questions of the hot dance club sisters were thrown out and couldn't be answered, and they never continued to ask. The topics between the girls skipped one by one, and they soon went to talk about others.

Put on the shirt, put on the navy blue V-neck sweater, and put on her school uniform jacket, Song Qiaoxi took Chu Jin's woolen coat from her senior sister and smiled gratefully, "Thank you senior sister, my schoolbag is still there. Classroom, let’s go first."

The elder sister squeezed her face, "Go home and think about it. Use makeup remover to remove mascara."

"Ah, okay, let me ask my mother." Song Qiaoxi couldn't figure out how to get mascara off her eyes without putting on makeup, her apricot eyes bend again and she smiled sweetly.

"My goodness, Xixi, you can be careful in the future, don't laugh at people indiscriminately..." The senior sister of Hot Dance Club rubbed her arms like goosebumps, "You smile at me," I'm still a girl, half of my body is crunchy."

Holding Chu Jin's coat in her arms, Song Qiaoxi walked quickly to the exit of the backstage. She was afraid that Chu Jin would be in trouble if she stood at the wind vent and caught a cold.

From afar, you can see Chu Jin standing straight at the backstage exit.

The backstage corridor is dim and dim, and the door at the exit is open, bringing the soft afternoon sunlight into the corridor.

The warm winter sun sprinkled on the boy without hesitation, dyeing Chu Jin's black hair into dark brown.

And his face, white as a paper man, seemed to be warmer because of the beautiful warm sun.

For a moment, Song Qiaoxi was a little surprised.

It looks like a boy standing at the door...

No, should I call him a boy?

That boy seemed to have grown up overnight.

My father came back from Beijing last week and measured the height of them on the door frame of the balcony. The length of Chu had reached 1.77 meters, while Song Qiaoxi had just grown to 1.61 meters.

The two people now have a height difference of 16 cm.

It seems that since the age of six, Song Qiaoxi wanted to catch up with Chu Jin's height, but the gap between the two people was getting bigger and bigger.

It is estimated that in this life, she will not be able to grow taller than Chu Jin...

He began to have a clear and obvious Adam's apple around his neck, and his voice became deeper. If he spoke too close to her sometimes, there would be a tingling sensation in his ears.

Song Qiaoxi knew from a young age that Chu had a good-looking face, and his features were too delicate, as beautiful as a girl.

Now, his facial features are more handsome and upright than he was when he was a child.

When he was a child, Chu Jin's peach blossom eyes were round, and now his beautiful eyes seemed to be completely opened, with a pair of crystal-clear eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised. The angle of the tall nose is impeccable, and the thin lips show a faint cherry color.

Song Qiaoxi held her breath and stopped a few meters away from Chu Jin.

The young man standing at the end of the corridor is undoubtedly familiar, but she feels a little strange.

Chu Jin originally hung his head slightly, his forehead slightly covering his eyebrows.

He may have heard the movement in the corridor, he turned his head, frowned, stared at her for a few seconds, his pale lips moved slightly, "Go, you are too slow..."

The juvenile's tone is lazy, a little dumb, and has a low tone. It sounds like it is expounding something, and there is no complaint in it.

Sure enough, when Chu Jin spoke, it was the Chu Jin that Song Qiaoxi was familiar with.

Soon, the subtle strangeness in Chu Jin's heart disappeared in an instant.

Song Qiaoxi jumped to him easily, put the coat in her hand on him as he did just now, and mumbled: "Oh, girls, I wear more clothes than you, of course, slower. And you, don’t stand on the vent from now on, your uniform jacket is still with me, if I catch a cold and have a fever, no one will cook breakfast for me..."

Recently, my mother’s school final exam was so busy every day that she couldn’t take care of making breakfast for them in the morning.

The "chef" at home now is none other than Chu.

"I thought you cared about me?" Chu Jin put on the school uniform jacket, laughed at himself, and did not button the horns of the woolen uniform. He raised his eyelids and said, "The result is that I care about your breakfast... .."

Song Qiaoxi, who had already walked in front, turned her head and returned with her little pink sports bag, stretched out her hand at Chu Jin, and said in a commanding tone: "Take it."

The handsome boy honestly took the sports bag in her hand and looked at her condescendingly.

"It's so windy outside, why don't you be so handsome if you don't fasten the buttons? Don't learn from Wang Junyang and the others, it's ugly..." Song Qiaoxi stood on her tiptoe slightly and stood on her tiptoe. In front of him, he carefully buttoned the horns of his woolen uniform one by one.

After all the buttons were buttoned up, Song Qiaoxi unconsciously followed her mother’s appearance and tidied the collar of Chu Jin’s uniform. She couldn’t help but babbled again, “You boys, is it because your hands are stupid that you feel bullhorns? It’s very troublesome to buckle into the leather cord. Everyone wears a uniform jacket with open arms. Does it look good? It’s not good at all. Xu Wenqiang who studied on the beach? That doesn’t keep warm at all, OK!”

Chu Jin laughed out with a "pouch", raised one hand, and rubbed the top of her hair lightly, "You said my hands are stupid?"

The young boy's magnetic voice came to her ears with a smile, Song Qiaoxi still held his hand on his neckline, raising her head to look at Chu Jin.

Song Qiaoxi could clearly see Chu Jin's chin, and his eyes moved upward along the chin, and his pale cherry-colored lips.

She knows what Chu Jin laughs at, who knows who is dumb between two people...

"Little friend, please have a little conscience?" Chu Jin smiled deeper, shook his head, and said angrily, "Okay, I'm clumsy, I've covered you for six years with clumsy hands."

Why, Chu Jin even exhaled with a faint mint fragrance?

For an instant, Song Qiaoxi's mind seemed to stop turning.

Surrounded by Chu Jin's breath, her mind started to play the words that were joking with herself just now in the bathroom, the senior sister of Hot Dance Club.

"Your boyfriend Chu Jin is really good to you...little boyfriend Chu Jin, to you...boyfriend...Chu Jin..."

heart.

Puff, puff jump.

Song Qiaoxi hurriedly removed her hand from Chu Jin's collar, grabbed the pink sports bag in his hand, and ran to the teaching building like flying.

-

In the afternoon, Song Qiaoxi, who can talk about it most, became extremely silent on the way home with the "Little Gang of Five".

She can't even attract her from the usual food stalls at the school gate and when they are over.

Ding Miao took Song Qiaoxi’s little hand, thinking that Xixi’s dancing at her house must have consumed a lot of energy today, and pointed to a queued vendor, "Xixi, your favorite sweet potato biscuits. Don't eat?"

"Don't eat..." Song Qiaoxi said dullly.

"Fried chicken fillet? Put more cumin and sesame seeds, and less chili noodles?" Ding Miao thought she was tired of eating, and pointed her finger at another stall.

Song Qiaoxi still muffled and said, "Well, no."

This is difficult for Sister Miao, so she had to zoom in and pinch Song Qiaoxi's little cold hand and asked: "Then buy you a piece of sausage? Let the boss pick the skin for you and make it burnt?"

"I don't want to eat anything today, Miaomiao, if you want to eat it, I'll buy it for you?" Song Qiaoxi shook her head, let go of Ding Miao's hand, and wanted to take the coin purse out of her schoolbag.

Before the schoolbag was opened, she turned her head, and habitually asked Chu Jin and Wang Junyang who were following them: "Are you two going to eat grilled sausages?"

When she was speaking, she didn't even know why, she deliberately avoided Chu Jin's eyes, and only looked at Wang Junyang, who was listening to music with earphones.

I got a negative answer, including Ding Miao.

On Christmas Day, there are a lot of people on the bus going home and there is no place to sit.

Song Qiaoxi was still standing next to Ding Miao, she was tall enough now, and she was able to grasp the armrest of the hoist ring above the car.

Along the way, the little girl was thinking about one thing.

"Like" a person, not just like a friend, but "like". What kind of feeling is it?

"Boyfriend", what kind of person do you need to be your "boyfriend"?

After watching so many TV series and novels, Song Qiaoxi still doesn't understand the meaning of love.

-

The Song family has no habit of celebrating foreign festivals.

Xu is this year that both children in the family went to a foreign language school. Father Song called specifically to ask his wife to buy three big red apples when she got off work.

I don’t know where Song’s father put the Christmas Eve custom. Fei said to Qiao Qin, “Daughter-in-law, this apple means peace and safety. For this foreigner, they must eat apples on Christmas Eve. Happy New Year, your mothers buy three apples, don’t forget, think about it, one apple per person!"

"Come on, Christmas Eve and Christmas are both foreign festivals. Chinese translated as Christmas Eve. Do you think foreigners can understand the relationship between Apple and Christmas Eve?" Qiao Qin just got off work and received a call from Song Jianguo from Beijing. On the phone, I almost laughed.

"By the way, my daughter-in-law, I put the Christmas presents that Mr. Chu asked me to bring to the children last week and I put them in the basement. Don't forget to give them to them tomorrow morning." Father Song said on the phone.

"Don't worry, I have taken it from the basement. I get up early in the morning and put it on Xixi's desk, and put all the gifts on the piano, right?"

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Qin smiled beautifully.

Although I think my husband is really "naive", but when my man becomes "naive", is he still a little cute?

After get off work, she still went to the supermarket and bought three big and round heart-wrenching apples to take home.

After dinner in the evening, Mother Song sat on the sofa with Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin. While watching TV, they had an apple in their hands, and they gnawed "crunchy" on the phone with Father Song.

Song Jianguo was relieved after confirming that the three mothers had eaten apples.

After that, Song Qiaoxi found that her mother had turned off the hands-free phone, and had been whispering with her father for a long time before she hung up the phone.

The TV broadcast was "News Network", she watched it absent-mindedly, and then remembered the few questions she was thinking about on the bus in the afternoon.

Song Qiaoxi has decided that tonight, she will sleep with her mother in the big bed.

After eating Apple and watching "News Broadcast", Chu Jin returned to the boiler room.

When washing up at night, her mother taught her to remove the mascara with cleansing oil.

After taking a shower, Song Qiaoxi changed into a soft, waxy coral velvet pajamas, with wet hair dragging behind her head, hugging her mother's arm and acting like a baby, "Mom, how about I sleep with you tonight?"

"Okay." Qiao Qin walked into the master bedroom with a girl who had grown to 1.6 meters on her arm, and shook her head with a smile.

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, Xi Xi is already a big girl, Qiao Qin herself is 1.6 meters, and the girl is only five centimeters shorter than her.

Qiao Qin said with emotion that on June 10, 1990, at the Qizhou Maternity and Child Health Hospital, the doctor put a baby with red hair and lush hair, wrinkled like an old man, with only six catties and seven taels on her. In his arms, it seemed to be yesterday.

Pushing Song Qiaoxi on the soft stool of the dressing table, Song's mother plugged in a hairdryer to blow the girl's hair.

The hair dryer is a bit old, with a faint burnt smell, but it is full of power.

Qiao Qin played very carefully. First, she dried her scalp carefully. The hair near the end of her hair was half-dried. Looking at Song Qiaoxi's somewhat depressed face in the mirror, she knew that her daughter had really grown up. .

There is a young girl in my family, Xixi is no longer an ignorant little girl, she is starting to think of a girl.

Turn off the ceiling light in the bedroom, and Mother Song only turned on the bedside light.

Song Qiaoxi leaned in her mother's arms as she did when she was a child, and the tip of her nose was a familiar smell from her mother. As soon as she smelled it, she knew she was home, giving her a full sense of security.

Holding a handful of long hair in her hand, Song Qiaoxi hesitated for a long time, and finally said to her mother, "Mom, if, I mean, if I want to find a boyfriend, what kind of person should he be?"

Mother put a hand on Song Qiaoxi's forehead, the hand is not cold or hot, as comfortable as a warm jade, that hand lightly tapped the tip of her nose, "Is there someone Xi Xi likes?"

"No..." Song Qiaoxi shook her head blankly and blinked.

"Then mom tell you, mom's thoughts?" Mother Song continued to put her hand on Song Qiaoxi's forehead, moving her fingers with each other. "If Xixi is looking for a boyfriend, the most important thing is, of course, love. you."

Xixi raised her eyes to look at her mother, "Love me? Do you like Dad and Mom love me?"

"The love of love is similar to the love of mom and dad for you, but it is not exactly the same. Boyfriend, or the person who will accompany you through your life in the future, the love you give you should not be a stormy love. , But the long flow of love.

Specifically, it will be manifested in the little things in daily life. He will respect your ideas and treat you as an equal soul to communicate. He will also tolerate your small temper and small willfulness, and even your shortcomings will love you. In the eyes of people, they are all extremely cute and shining. "Mum said.

Song Qiaoxi heard what her mother said, as if she understood, but also didn't quite understand.

"If Xixi has a boy he likes now, then my mother will feel very happy. This proves that we Xixi has grown up." Mom let go of her hand covering her forehead and touched Song Qiaoxi's hair. "This is normal, adolescent. Boys and girls are in love with each other at the beginning. Don’t feel shy or embarrassed. Mom will show your attitude first. Mom will not object to the normal relationship with boys, but..."

"Girls, you must learn to protect yourself..." Mom paused, her tone more serious.

Song Qiaoxi knew what her mother meant. The teachers in the school's physical hygiene class had taught her. She rolled on the bed shyly and buried her entire face in the pillow.

"Don't say, your future boyfriend, I really discussed it with your dad," her mother's tone returned to ease again. Song Qiaoxi felt her mother bounced the back of her head. "My father and I think there are two basic conditions, one It is hoped that the other party’s family and ours are in the right place. It does not mean economically, but that both parents’ concepts are enlightened and democratic families.

Second, we hope that our future son-in-law will be a person with perseverance, perseverance, and sense of responsibility, with clear goals for what he wants to do.

Third, to be popular, in addition to being nice to you, you must also be kind and polite to the people around you. "

Lifting her head from the pillow, Song Qiaoxi found that her mother had dimmed the bedside lamp by one more level.

In the dim light, she seemed to be unable to see the expression on her mother's face.

Mother pulled up the quilt for her and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead, "Go to sleep, Xixi, you're still young, don't worry about so many things. Mother tells you these things, just to tell You, Xixi, we don't need to worry so much, we can grow up slowly..."

Song Qiaoxi closed her eyes and heard a "click".

The last light source in front of him disappeared.

After a while, my mother's breathing sounded evenly around her. After a day of tiredness, her mother soon fell asleep.

She opened her eyes wide in the darkness, looked at the ceiling, and carefully recalled what her mother had just said.

It's just that the little girl took in one person all the way.

Right?

If Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun are still alive, she and his parents will always be very good friends. Moreover, the uncle and aunt are very good and reasonable people, very similar to their own parents.

Therefore, this article is approved by everybody.

Perseverance, perseverance, sense of responsibility, and clear goals for what you want to do?

What he lacks most is perseverance and perseverance. From the time he came to this home, even if the teacher didn't assign any homework, he would study very hard, and his requirements were very high.

Not to mention the sense of responsibility, she felt that she was like his little cumbersome, she was bored during the review, and he would take the trouble to tell her the idea of ​​solving the problem over and over again.

It is popular, this one...

Although he often keeps a straight face, he just doesn't like to show his emotions to unfamiliar people very much. Whether it is in the elementary school attached to the normal school or the foreign language experiment class, he will patiently help explain when his classmates come to ask questions.

Is it just that your face is a bit stinky?

Thinking about it, Song Qiaoxi yawned.

Does that mean that Chu Jin fully meets the requirements of his parents?

-

When Song Qiaoxi opened her eyes early the next morning, she found that her mother was no longer by her side.

She became confused and found a note on her mother's pillow with her mother's handwriting on it.

"On the desk there is a Christmas gift from Beijing neighbor Grandpa Chu, and Chu Jin's Christmas gift is on the bench in the study. After breakfast is ready, you can warm up the microwave. Mom will have an exam in the morning, so you can leave first. "

Song Qiaoxi suddenly became energetic and almost jumped up from the bed.

Open the door of parents' bedroom and rush to his own small room.

She found that there was a delicate and lovely wooden box on the desk.

Opening the box, it turned out to be a golden snitch necklace with wings the size of a little finger.

In the past six months, when my father came back from Beijing, he would talk to them about Grandpa Chu, who lives on the top floor of Building 8. Dad and Grandpa Chu have become very good friends.

Grandpa Chu said that he had no grandchildren, so he liked Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin very much, and occasionally called the two children to ask about their studies. Song Qiaoxi would take the opportunity to talk to Lucky.

There is also a small note in the box, written by Grandpa Chu himself.

"Give it to little friend Xixi, the key to your magical world."

The signature is a small red auspicious cloud-shaped seal.

"Grandpa Chu is great too! It's the Golden Snitch, Harry Potter's Golden Snitch!" Song Qiaoxi couldn't put it down with the necklace in her hand, and fell on her little bed.

Thinking of her mother's note saying that Chu Jin also had Christmas gifts, Song Qiaoxi jumped up from her crib and rushed into the study.

On the piano stool in the study, there is also an exquisite wooden box, which is much larger than her gift box.

This was a gift from Chu Jin, so it was natural for Chu Jin to open the gift himself.

Song Qiaoxi put on her clothes as quickly as possible, with no time to comb her hair, and rushed downstairs holding the house key. It was six o'clock in the morning.

But Chu Jin should have gotten up. He always got up early, waking up after five o'clock in the morning.

"Chu Jin! Chu Jin, are you awake? Come upstairs to me, there is a surprise for you!" After knocking on the door for a long time at the door of the boiler room, Song Qiaoxi clearly heard the "rusty rusty" movement inside the door, but Chu Jin just didn't come to open the door.

After at least seven or eight minutes, Xixi, who was standing stupidly at the door, became a little angry, and the iron door of the boiler room "creaked" and opened a crack.

"Hey, why don't you open the door for a long time!" Song Qiaoxi opened the door without saying a word.

She raised her head and glanced at Chu Yan, his face was obviously not good, as if he hadn't slept, his face was already very white in normal times, and today he was even as white as no blood.

He was blue right now, and he didn't look very emotional, and he looked a little impatient.

"What's the matter? Have you had a nightmare, or are you still sick and uncomfortable?" Xixi wanted to reach out and touch his forehead to see if he had a fever.

Before reaching out his hand, Chu Jin frowned, and said in a dumb voice, "Can you go up first? I will clean up and go upstairs right away..."

Song Qiaoxi was a little unhappy on the spot. She came to surprise you early in the morning. Who could be happy after receiving this kind of treatment?

Just about to ask what happened, suddenly, she counseled her nose and smelled a strange smell in the hot flash air in the boiler room.

The smell is unfamiliar, I have never smelled it before, not a bad smell but not a fragrance.

How can I describe it?

That is, it is a bit ambiguous and sweet...