Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Mingzhe was asked by the little girl with bright eyes and white teeth, and he did feel that this title...

Uh, how do you say it, it seems a bit dirty?

"Master Sun, like the grandson of the rich landlord's house, puff ha ha ha..." Song Qiaoxi whispered to Chu Jin, and couldn't help laughing.

Chu Jin had nothing to do with Song Qiaoxi, frowning and looking down at her. At this time, she really wanted to pinch the tip of her nose to let her stop talking.

"Sun...Young Master," Mingzhe didn't know how to call it either, and bit the bullet and shouted, "This is a gift prepared by Mr. Chu. Let's put it in first."

After finishing speaking, he directed the servants of the Chu family to move a bunch of big bags and beautifully packaged gifts into the entrance of the Song family.

Several people moved quickly and neatly.

Song Qiaoxi hurriedly went upstairs to call her parents down. When the adults came downstairs, she found that there were only gifts left in the hallway, and all the Chu family members were gone.

"This? Alas..." Song Jianguo shook his head and took the gate first.

There was a card on the gift piled up like a hill. He picked it up and glanced at it. There were only two words on it, "Thank you", and Chu Youhe's daily seal.

The gifts from the Chu family were wrapped in four colors of wrapping paper, and each gift had a small label with the name of the person written on it.

There are four people in the family, everyone has a share.

"Leave the gift for the child, the old man's mind, we adults will return it to Chu Lao." Qiao Qin glanced at the gift box and said to Song Jianguo.

Song Jianguo squeezed his eyebrows and said embarrassedly: "Well, I think so too, don't dismantle it. Tomorrow, I will ask the property steward to borrow a cart and help send it back together. There are so many piles that I can't take... ..."

Chu Jin didn't have any interest in unwrapping the gifts. These gifts were handled by Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao, and he took the book and sat on the sofa to read.

Song Qiaoxi didn't want to go out for a walk at the moment. With the consent of Chu Jin and her parents, she took a pair of small scissors from the kitchen and helped him to open the present.

The gifts that Mr. Chu gave to Chu Jin were all wrapped in starry blue wrapping paper, and the wrapping paper was very delicate.

Song Qiaoxi "huh, huh," opened it for a long time, and finally arranged large and small gifts in a row on the coffee table.

"One, two, three..." She stuck her waist in, counted, and said to Chu Jin sitting on the sofa, "There are fourteen gifts in all? Why is it fourteen... ."

Song Qiaoxi suddenly realized with a slap on his forehead.

This year, Chu Jin happened to be fourteen years old. Elder Chu, is this a birthday present that has been filled for him for fourteen years?

From this point of view, Grandpa Chu is really very interested.

In the gift she saw the first time she met, the black silver snake-print pen that Old Man Chu wanted to give to Chu Jin. The snake's eyes were two rubies, and there was a white six-pointed star on the cap.

"Is it because you belong to a snake?" Song Qiaoxi opened the black leather box and showed Chu Jin the delicate pen.

Chu Jin didn't look up, and said "Yeah".

She opened the rest of the gifts one by one, and there were schoolbags of luxury brands that looked very expensive, the latest Ipodmini launched in 2004, an IBM T40 laptop, and a Nokia 7610 mobile phone...

These fashionable electronic products and school supplies, Mr. Chu gave her the same gift, but they are in different colors. Hers are all pink and tender, and girls will like bright colors.

Song Qiaoxi knows that these are very valuable. For junior high school students, IBM laptops, Nokia's latest one-megapixel mobile phones, and Ipodmini are all luxury items.

Her gaze was attracted by the two small sandalwood boxes.

These two palm-sized boxes look old and exude a faint fragrance.

After unpacking the present for a long time, and tired of unpacking, Song Qiaoxi took two boxes and sat beside Chu Jin.

After opening it, I discovered that there was a delicate long-life lock in one box, and a pair of gold bracelets for the baby in the other box.

There is also an old black and white photo in the bracelet box.

The picture shows a fat and fleshy doll. The long life lock is hung on the doll's neck, and the pair of gold bracelets is also worn on the lotus root-like wrist.

"Chu Jin, who do you think this is?" Song Qiaoxi handed the photo to Chu Jin.

This should be a photo of Chu Jin's father and Chu Chengmin when he was a child.

Both the longevity lock and the gold bracelet were worn by Chu Jin's father when he was a child.

Chu Jin put down the book, took the photo, and looked at it for a long time.

The fat baby in the photo has a big grin and her eyes are narrowed like a meat dumpling. There is a row of small characters beside the photo, "Sheng Min's birthday is a souvenir."

Looking at the box, Chu Jin's heart softened suddenly, looking at the longevity lock and gold bracelet that looked quite old.

Human hearts are grown in flesh. Even a teenager can feel whether others are sincere about themselves and whether they are really good.

Having known Mr. Chu for so long, Chu Jin was unwilling to believe the gossip news that Mr. Chu was behind the death of his parents in a car accident, emotionally or intellectually.

He repeatedly reasoned about the conversation between his little uncle and Mr. Chu that day, as well as his strange reaction when he saw him.

Instead, the more suspected person is his younger uncle.

But before the police had investigated the true picture, in any case, he couldn't see the old man who was related to him again with a peaceful mind, and he couldn't even make himself call him "Grandpa".

Although he knew that it was wrong to think so, Mr. Chu did personally admit that it was he who forced his father to marry another woman. That's why his father and mother returned to Qizhou, and never had any contact with the Chu family.

Lying on the bed alone at night, Chu Jin once imagined, what if grandpa didn't force his father away?

Can the tragedy of father and mother be avoided?

All of this will become another appearance...

The hatred in his heart has been buried for eight years, and the tracing of the cause of his parents’ death has long since become an obsession. What he asked for was nothing more than justice.

Chu Jin felt the complicated patterns on the Changming Lock in his hand, feeling complicated.

Song Qiaoxi played with a small gold bracelet in her hand and gestured to Chu Jin's wrist, "Wow, my kid's wrist is so small? Can you bring it in?"

"You can't bring it in, only a baby can bring it in." Chu Jin raised his eyes to look at her and replied softly, "My father is in the picture. He was only one year old at the time."

"Uncle Chu was so fat back then, so cute, like a meat dumpling?" Song Qiaoxi knew that he missed her father, her eyes were sour, and her tone made her laugh as much as possible.

"Yeah." Chu Jin also smiled.

"Then when you were young, were you so chubby? I don't remember how you were when you were very young. At that time, you didn't know you very well. It seems that all the cubs were so fleshy when they were young." Song Qiaoxi deliberately Turning off the topic, he looked at the small bracelet in his hand at the ceiling lamp in the living room.

"Maybe." Chu Jin followed her hand and looked at it. "The longevity lock and the small bracelet are for the baby."

Song Qiaoxi heard him say this, her mind flashed, and she stuck her tongue out, "Hey, do you think it will be like this? Grandpa Chu gave you these because you want you to give birth to a precious son sooner? Is it possible that'rich men' hope to hug you as soon as possible. Great grandson?"

"..." Looking at Chu Jin's pale face, it turned pink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the roots of his ears were red.

He put down the long life lock box, took only the photo, turned and walked towards the stairwell, "Song Qiaoxi, what are you talking about, watch less unreliable TV shows..."

Song Qiaoxi: Master Sun, did I understand it wrong?

In TV dramas, it’s really played like this!

-

The summer vacation in 2003 passed very quickly. After that day, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin lived as usual.

Except for the assistant Mingzhe bringing the Chu family servants to give gifts to the Song family from time to time, a summer vacation passed, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin had never seen Mr. Chu again.

Elder Chu did abide by his promise at the time. He will not come to disturb Chu Jin's daily life until the accident investigation is clear.

Because of the age of the car accident, it was difficult to investigate and obtain evidence. Until Song's mother was about to return to Qizhou with her two children, there was no new news from the police for the time being.

Song Qiaoxi heard from her father that Mr. Chu used a private detective to join the investigation. In order to speed up the process, she also told Chu Jin to rest assured that Mr. Chu would give him an explanation.

During the summer vacation of the first grade of junior high school, the academic pressure was much greater than that of the first grade of junior high school. Throughout the winter vacation, Song Qiaoxi did not dare to relax a bit even without Chu Jin’s supervision, and was very serious about doing winter homework and preparing for the second grade homework.

She was ranked 25th in the final exam of the first grade of junior high school this time, and she is sure to enter the first test class of junior high school.

Song Qiaoxi shuddered at the thought that the first class of the experiment were all top academic masters like Chu Jin and Ding Miao, and secretly swore that she would not lose two good friends by then.

She knows that she is smarter and smarter. Only by putting in more effort after class can she maintain her grades.

It's the kind that looks like a schoolmaster, but you can't fight for the inner core.

There is still a week before the start of the second grade, Song Qiaoxi and the others embarked on the plane back to Qizhou.

On September 1, 2003, the Foreign Language School officially opened.

Song Qiaoxi got her wish and was assigned to Experimental Class 1. On the first day of school, she wore her school uniform, holding Ding Miao's hand, followed by Chu Jin, and the three of them entered the classroom of Experimental Class 1 of the second grade.

In the final exam before the summer vacation, the foreign language was re-sorted according to the rankings. She saw a few familiar faces at the door of the first experiment class. Several students from the second class also passed the first class. Song Qiaoxi and her old classmates were enthusiastic. greet.

The "Little Gang of Five" who lacked Ding Yi came early today. Mother Song drove them over in the morning. Mother Wang went to Shanghai on a business trip.

Mother Song successfully obtained a driver's license last year and bought a silver-gray Citroen Picasso, which is convenient for commuting to and from get off work, and occasionally picking up a few children.

There are a lot of vacancies in the class. Song Qiaoxi glanced at her, standing in front of the podium a little nervous, she lay down in Ding Miao's ear and asked, "Does your class also sit casually?"

"Well, are you at the same table with me?" Ding Miao nodded, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Song Qiaoxi hugged Ding Miao's waist and was about to jump up happily, "Wow!"

She wanted to sit with Ding Miao. At first, she thought she had to wait for the teacher to come to reallocate her seats, but she didn't expect that the first experiment class would also choose to be at the same table freely.

Fourteen or five-year-old girls, of course, are more willing to mix with their girlfriends, and have endless gossip and little secrets.

"Shall we sit in the third row? You are no longer a little shorty." Ding Miao patted Song Qiaoxi on the shoulder and checked her height. "Although it is still much shorter than me?"

"Sister Miao's long legs are almost reaching my chest, let's go to the third row..." Song Qiaoxi pads her toes and raises her chin to compare her height. Ding Miao is still several centimeters taller than her. , She turned her head and asked Chu Jin, "Are you still going to sit in the last row?"

"..." Chu Jin shrugged and smiled at her, astride the schoolbag on one shoulder, walked straight to the last row with two long legs, and sat down in the corner.

He has grown to 1.8 meters, and his two long legs are on the side of the seat as if there is nowhere to put them.

Ding Miao took Song Qiaoxi to the middle of the third row. She turned her head and glanced at the place where Chu Jin was sitting.

Indeed, he is so tall that he can't let go of his legs when sitting in the front row...

Just as he was thinking, Ding Miao pinched her ears and whispered, "Hey, Xixi, do you still want to look down on your **** and your friends, and run to the same table with Chu Jin like the first grade in elementary school?"

"Ah..." Song Qiaoxi turned her head and felt a little itchy in her heart when Ding Miao said so.

If she was six years old and had no gender concept, she would definitely not hesitate to rush to Chu Jin to sit next to her holding a small schoolbag, the kind that can't be driven away by anyone.

But she is almost fourteen years old, and she has an ignorant concept of the opposite sex. She knows that male and female protagonists have close contacts, and she is going to be invited to a parent.

What's more, although Song Qiaoxi wanted to sit at the same table with Chu Jin, she even wanted to sit at the same table with Ding Miao.

The little girl's face was hot, but her mouth was still hard, and she looked back at the back row of the classroom, "I didn't have one. I looked back to see if there were any classmates I knew from the second class..."

"Oh! Miaomiao..." Song Qiaoxi grabbed the sleeve of Ding Miao's school uniform. "Look, who has passed the test?"

Following Song Qiaoxi's voice, Ding Miao found a familiar figure entering the back door of the classroom.

The boy wears gold-framed glasses, a pure black schoolbag, and a school uniform that is very ironed. Zhao Xin actually grew a lot taller in one summer vacation.

Zhao Xin saw the two of them looking at him for a few seconds, then dropped his head at a loss.

"Zhao Xin! Have you been admitted to the first class?" Song Qiaoxi greeted Zhao Xin enthusiastically, stood up from her chair and waved, "Sorry, I can't sit at the same table with you this year, and I robbed your same table in elementary school. ."

"No, it's okay..." Zhao Xin blushed and waved to her.

Song Qiaoxi found out that Ding Miao had already turned around and turned her back to the shy teenager. She lamented Miao, "Miaomiao, don't you say hello? Are you at the same desk in elementary school?"

Ding Miao: "......"

I don't know what they are awkward. In the end, Song Qiaoxi couldn't say hello to Ding Miao and her old classmate Zhao Xin.

She saw Zhao Xin finally sitting next to Chu Jin, and Chu Jin's two long legs tucked in crampedly and gave Zhao Xin a place.

-

One day in October 2003.

Qizhou is very comfortable this autumn, neither hot nor cold, nor windy.

During the big break, Song Qiaoxi felt a little sleepy, got up from her seat and walked to the last row of seats.

Chu Jin was not there. Just now, the math teacher asked him to talk about the competition. Because he was going to another teaching building, which was closer to the canteen, Song Qiaoxi asked him to bring two bottles of iced black tea back.

In the second grade, the first experiment class was arranged on the fourth floor, and the little girl didn't bother to climb the stairs.

She found out the pure cotton sweater from the Chu Jin table hole, folded it into the shape of a small pillow, returned to the seat and lay down comfortably.

Within two minutes of closing his eyes, I heard Ding Miao's excited voice, "Shenzhou V successfully went to the sky, and our country has its own astronaut!"

"Really?!" Song Qiaoxi opened her eyes and saw Ding Miao holding a newspaper in her hand, and moved her head over, "Is it a male astronaut called Yang Liwei?"

"Well, look, Yang Liwei said, you can't see the Great Wall in space, just like I thought." Ding Miao pushed his glasses and spread the newspaper in front of Song Qiaoxi so that she could see more clearly.

Song Qiaoxi read the news carefully, and was quickly attracted by the food Yang Liwei ate in space, "He ate small moon cakes, kung pao chicken, garlic white meat, eight-treasure rice, green tea, and some fish **** in space? How small are the mooncakes, mini mooncakes? What kind of stuffing, are they made with five kernels? Oh, there are green and red silk in it, which is terrible... and in space, the food must be eaten in one bite to prevent The dregs go floating, it turned out to be like this, what a miraculous cold knowledge."

"Okay, you snack food, let you see how powerful our motherland has become. It's better for you to only care about what people eat in space." Ding Miao laughed angrily and put away the newspaper.

"Miaomiao, do you still want to be an astronaut?" Song Qiaoxi was not sleepy anymore and asked Ding Miao, tilting her head.

Ding Miao’s eyes flashed, and she solemnly said, “Well, if you can’t be an astronaut, you can be an aerospace engineer. I want to make a contribution to the country’s aerospace industry. My university already has a goal. I want to test Beihang."

"It's great, my sister Miao's dream hasn't changed since she was a child." Song Qiaoxi said with a smile.

Ding Miao asked, "What about you, do you still want to travel the world with Chu Jin?"

"Puff haha, you all remember the jokes I made when I was a kid..." Song Qiaoxi was too happy, shook her head and said, "I want to go to SVA, School of Visual Arts to study photography, Chu Jin and Qiu Meng both helped me check the information. It is said that the photography department there is the world's top, and there is no good photography major in China."

"Uncle Song said that I want you to study abroad," Ding Miao nodded. "You are suitable for art studies. You are flexible and creative. I am optimistic about you, a great photographer in the future."

"I also want to go out and have a look, but if I want to go to New York, it will take four years..." Song Qiaoxi's mouth was flat, and suddenly two bottles of iced black tea appeared in front of her.

"Thanks!" She raised her head and smiled at Chu, and touched the bottle of iced black tea with her hand, "Huh? Why isn't it iced..."

"It's been October and I'm still greedy for cold. Aunt Qiao asked me to look at you and drink less ice." Chu Jin said lightly, and returned to his seat.

After talking to Ding Miao again, Song Qiaoxi took a sip from the ice tea.

Song Qiaoxi really likes photography. Mom and Dad also support her in studying art. When Chu Jin is free, he will also help her check the materials of art colleges and make plans for her. If the high school wants to apply for a foreign school, what materials and materials should be prepared? take an exam.

She suddenly thought of one thing, as if Chu Jin had never said, what university does he want to enter, what major he wants to study?

Then tonight, just ask him.

That night, after dinner, it was still the two children who took care of the dishes and tidying the table.

Song Qiaoxi leaned against the sink, watching Chu Jin wash the rag for her and handed it over.

After receiving the rag, Song Qiaoxi went to the restaurant to wipe the table in no hurry, touched the hot water to wash the warm rag and asked: "Do you have a plan for where to go to university? Do you have a major you want to study?"

Chu Jin put the dishes and bowls in the sink and began to wash the dishes, without raising his head and replied: "Computer major, I haven't figured out where to go."

"The best computer major in China is Tsinghua University? With such a good grade, you will definitely be admitted to Tsinghua University." She thought for a while and said her opinion.

Chu Jin smiled lowly, raised his head, and stared at her with bright eyes, "Hey, I will stay in China and rely on Tsinghua University. You go to New York to study SVA? We are a domestic and a foreign country?"

Don’t understand what’s ridiculous, Song Qiaoxi pursed her lips and said, “You are different from what I want to learn. If you like photography, we can go to New York together? To program, you should learn computer, and your level should go to the best school to learn computer..."

"I see, you don't have to worry about me," Chu Jin's voice was soft but firm, "you only need to think about yourself and determine where you want to go."

-

Song Qiaoxi always feels at ease in life in the newspaper compound.

She was surrounded by her little friends who grew up together, familiar uncles and aunts, and a few grandparents who had been friends with her.

Even if she has grown to 1.63 meters, she is a slim girl, it seems that as long as she lives in this human-like compound, time seems to stand still.

Everyone thought that Song Qiaoxi was the one who walked with two short legs and greeted everyone with milky glutinous dumplings.

In the eyes of the old neighbors and old neighborhoods in the compound, she was still that little Nuo Tuan who had not grown up.

In the autumn of 2003, in the compound, she would walk around with Chu Jin at night, deliberately quarrel with Grandpa Sun and listen to him bragging.

Sometimes when a few old grandpas played well, competed for the top, or were king, they would deliberately wink at Grandpa Sun and let him win.

By the beginning of the spring of 2004, good news came from the compound that Xia Qiumeng's heart operation was successful. After taking a good rest for a year or two, Qiu Meng can live the life she wants like a normal girl.

In 2004, the year when Song Qiaoxi's second year ended, the Xia family returned to the compound. Song Qiaoxi and his friends prepared a welcome party for Qiu Meng sister.

Cheng Lidong also came, he was taller and stronger, still standing beside the pale and thin Qiu Meng.

I heard from the adults that Brother Lidong gave up the place in Fudan University and stayed in Qizhou and went to Shanda.

Sister Qiu Meng's return seems to have made up the missing piece of the compound in Song Qiaoxi's heart.

In the winter vacation of 2005, the "Little Gang of Five" is about to take the entrance examination in one semester.

This winter vacation, few families are not going to toss their children, let them honestly spend the New Year in Qizhou.

Wang Junyang did not return to the Shanghai stock market, nor did Ding Miao and Ding Yi return to Thai City. Even the Song family cancelled their plan to return to Thai City on the second day of the second grade.

On the first day of the holiday, the "Little Gang of Five" gathered in the boiler room of Chujin as usual.

"Iron Teeth and Bronze Teeth Ji Xiaolan" was shown on the TV. Huang Ama was still the emperor, but without the little swallow and crape myrtle, it became the iron triangle of Heshen, Ji Xiaolan, and Emperor Qianlong.

Ding Yi’s Ipodmini with Song Qiaoxi in his ears is listening to Wang Leehom’s new song "The Sun and Moon in the Heart", holding a sketchbook in his hand and drawing with a brush. From time to time, he looks up at a few partners, as if he is afraid of being discovered. What kind of like.

Song Qiaoxi didn’t want to study today. She lay on Chu Jin’s bed and watched "Contemporary Songs". Ding Miao also leaned on the bed, holding a small BenQ MP3, and looking through "National Geographic" while listening to Feier Orchestra’s "Lydia". .

Wang Junyang holds Chu Jin's laptop and plays games.

Chu Jin was still reading the book at the desk and calculating the problems, and the room was harmonious.

Until Wang Junyang got tired of playing, stretched his waist, went to the chest of drawers at the door to find some snacks, and glanced at Ding Yi as he passed by.

He petrified on the spot and snatched Ding Yi's picture clip.

Song Qiaoxi lifted her head from the magazine to see Wang Junyang's eyes staring like copper bells, and his wheat-colored cheeks redder than a monkey's ass, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong? What did Ding Yi draw?"

She stood up and jumped to the end of the bed, trying to see what was drawn.

"I think you'd better not watch it..." Wang Junyang hid the picture clip behind him and shook his head in a panic.

"What!" Ding Miao took off the earphones, got off the bed, grabbed the picture clip and handed it to Song Qiaoxi. The two little girls also froze in place.

"Ding Yi!" Song Qiaoxi's chest was blocked with anger, and her face was too hot.

Sure enough, he didn't guess wrong. It turns out that he really drew her and Chu Jin fan comics in the post bar over the years!

No, he just paints. The style of painting was pretty normal before, but what are all painted now...

"Brother smelly, you see I won't blow your dog's head!" Ding Miao rolled up her sleeves and walked towards Ding Yi in a fierce and vicious manner.

Ding Yi took off his earphones with a flustered expression, and he walked out without wearing his jacket. He didn't even want his most precious picture clip, "Ahhhhhhhh, I didn't mean to wow, I urge you to update it in the post bar, too. Involuntary..."

"I'll help you catch him back!" Wang Junyang rushed out like a whirlwind.

Ding Miao moved her wrist and chased it out.

Song Qiaoxi held the picture clip in her hand, always feeling that this picture clip was "hot", neither was it to let it go, she and Chu Jin were the only ones left in the room.

There was a slight sound of a chair rubbing the ground, and a few steady footsteps.

A shadow fell in front of her.

"What did you paint?" Before Song Qiaoxi had time to hide, Chu made a pair of the same as in the comics, with a slender and pale hand that took away the picture clip from Song Qiaoxi's hand.

These hands, in Ding Yi's cartoon, pinched Song Qiaoxi tightly and lifted the slender waist of his clothes.