Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

"Exhausted, your uncle...It's Chu Chengbai. He has already been detained. Grandpa was too stubborn and didn't notice his strangeness..." Mr. Chu said everything The words, like a sharp sword, pierced into Chu Jin's heart.

Chu Jin held his breath and continued to look at the information in front of him.

The ins and outs of the accident that year were explained clearly in this stack of documents.

Through an intermediary, Chu Chengbai indirectly bought out the driver who wanted to get rid of Chu Jin's mother.

Chu Chengbai was already crazy at the time. Perhaps, he had been mentally abnormal a long time ago. He transferred all his hatred of his father to his elder brother’s wife, Sun Qiuyu. His dependent brother "robbed" away.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Chu Chengbai spent 50 yuan and asked Chu's aunt, who loves money like her life, to call Sun Qiuyu, saying that there is an urgent matter at home for Sun Qiuyu to help.

The aunt didn't even ask the reason, so she called directly.

Coincidentally, Chu Chengmin took Chu Jin to the Lantern Festival in order to rush to the Lantern Festival night, and took a break with his colleagues and left work early.

Chu Chengmin, who had just arrived home, was worried about his wife's going out alone, and was afraid that his elder brother's family would do something about it, so he went out with his wife.

After that, unfortunately happened...

At that time, Father Chu had already gradually tightened his financial support to Chu Chengbai because he learned that his youngest son was behaving outside every day, mixing up with Hu Peng and Gouyou not doing serious things.

In the end, Chu Chengbai didn't achieve his goal and didn't get any benefits. After selling the family properties and real estate left by Chu Jin's parents, he went abroad for a while.

When Chu Chengbai returned to Beijing, he had long forgotten that Qizhou still had a nephew who was unattended.

Such a **** thing is indeed something that no one can do.

The **** is empty, the devil is in the world.

Chu Jin finished reading the material and closed the folder.

Looking down and pondering for a moment, Chu Jin raised his head and asked Mr. Chu coldly: "How does Chu Chengbai judge?"

Elder Chu looked at the young man standing upright in the cold wind, and thought of the youngest son who had done a horrible deed. In addition to his heartache, he blamed himself more.

After a long delay, Mr. Chu, who had mixed feelings, said slowly: "Chu Chengbai and the driver who was bought off both committed intentional injury. I consulted a lawyer, and the intentional injury caused death. Depending on the seriousness of the circumstances, it may be sentenced. More than ten years of fixed-term imprisonment, life imprisonment, or... the death penalty."

"In other words, maybe Chu Chengbai and the driver can't die?" Chu Jin's tone was as cold as the north wind shaved in the twelfth lunar month after listening to Mr. Chu's words, shuddering.

Song Qiaoxi stood beside Chu Jin, looking up at him.

The sixteen-year-old boy has no excessive expression on his delicate face, his dark eyes are full of undisguised hatred.

Mr. Chu was speechless for a while, he really couldn't answer this question.

He couldn't give his grandson a definite answer. All Mr. Chu can do now is to believe in the law, and believe that the law will return fairness and justice to the eldest son and daughter-in-law.

After handing over the youngest son to the police, Mr. Chu stated that he would not interfere in this case.

If finally sentenced...

Even if he was sentenced to the death penalty he least wanted to see, Mr. Chu could only accept it.

When a person grows old, he loses one son, and then loses another, even if he is a "wicked son", he will be his own son after all.

To say that it can be accepted completely and frankly, I am afraid it will be difficult to do so.

But Chu Youhe had accepted the worst plan rationally and emotionally.

"Master Sun, as soon as the old man got the news, he sent someone to find the second young master's location. He immediately controlled him, and then called the police and handed him over to the police." Mingzhe saw that Mr. Chu was speechless. It seemed that my master was wronged, and he was busy explaining a few words for Mr. Chu.

Mingzhe said bitterly: "But Master Sun, the exact result of the sentencing is definitely not clear to the old man, but the old man and the police have already stated that he will never interfere with the second young master. All results still have to wait for the opening of the court and the process. "

Chu Jin’s face was tense, he put the folder in front of his parents’ tombstone, squatted down and said softly to the tombstone, “I don’t want to ask too much for murder and pay for my life. Also, please call me by name in the future, please. Call Master again."

Chu Jin's appearance was exceptionally calm.

For nine years, he has been pursuing an answer, and when the answer is in his hand, the scar in the boy's heart still cannot be repaired.

At the moment, he even had a thought in his mind.

If the law cannot notarize Chu Chengbai, then wait for the day Chu Chengbai is released from prison...

"Killing is meant to pay for life. This is as natural as paying off debts." Song Qiaoxi's voice was soft, with a hint of sweetness characteristic of a girl's voice.

She squatted down, squared the flower on the tombstone of Chu Jin's parents, and gently stroked the engraved image on the tombstone, the young and beautiful image of Chu Jin's mother.

"Aunt Sun, Uncle Chu, you can rest assured that the real murderer has been found. If the murderer does not get the sanctions due, we will take up legal weapons and continue to appeal, and we will definitely give you back justice." Song Qiaoxi stared. Looking at the pictures of Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun on the tombstone, he said seriously.

Chu Jin was stunned for a moment, stood up straight in silence for a moment, and said to Mr. Chu, "Thank you for bringing the materials. Can I keep this material?"

Elder Chu opened his mouth, only to send out an "um" in the end.

Chu Jin looked at Mr. Chu as if he couldn't stand still, and said in a deep voice, "You are too old. Go back and rest early. I want to stay with Mom and Dad for a while."

Song Qiaoxi raised her head and watched Mr. Chu, with Mingzhe's support, walked down the stairs with difficulty to the entrance of the cemetery. The old man still looked back at them from time to time.

The old man has inconvenient legs and feet, and he must walk through the entrance, and it takes several times more time and effort than a normal person to walk.

She remembered that Chu Jin just said that she wanted to stay with Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun for a while.

The little girl then stood up from the tombstone, preparing to go a little further, leaving him time alone with his uncle and aunt.

Stomping, in the big winter, after only squatting for a short while, Song Qiaoxi felt her legs and feet numb, and she just stomped twice, suddenly one of her hands was caught by Chu Jin.

"I didn't let you go..." Chu Jin said, looking straight into her eyes.

"Huh?" Song Qiaoxi blinked, "I thought you wanted to talk to your uncles and aunts alone."

Chu Jin's hands were warm and warm, covering her cool little hands.

"I think...with you, can you accompany me for a while?" The boy had completely changed his voice, and it sounded like a man's magnetic voice in Song Qiaoxi's ears.

"Of course you can wow." Song Qiaoxi generously agreed, and patted him on the shoulder, making him look good. "Which one of us is with you, I can do anything with you."

Chu Jin laughed blankly.

The two stood in front of the tombstones of Chu Jin's parents.

The little girl held back for a while, and couldn’t help the nature of her words. She began to play with the young man’s hands and muttered: "Uncle and aunt, Chu Jin has grown up. You have seen it all these years. My parents raised him. But okay, although he still doesn't like eating meat as much as he was when he was a child, it didn't prevent him from growing taller, right?

Do you know that he is 1.83 meters tall now, a full twenty centimeters taller than me!

Ah, yes! This time I want to tell you that when school starts in September this year, we are going to Beijing to attend high school. Don't worry, we will visit you in Qizhou every year.

And wow, Chu Jin got the first place in the exam this semester, and got more than 40 points in the exam. Why is he so smart?

I suspect that he shouldn't secretly take some smart medicine, take it with my back, huh, don't give it to me, make me smarter..."

When the little girl talked about her happy place, she began to dance, chattering like "Tang Monk", nagging non-stop.

I can't wait to tell Chu Jin's every move during this period of time to Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun who are sleeping under the tombstone.

It's strange to say that today was a cloudy day without the sun.

But at this moment, inexplicably, the layers of clouds split open, and the warm sunlight sprinkled out.

Song Qiaoxi sucked her nose, and the winter sun on her face was gentle and gentle, like a cup of hot taro milk tea, and like a pack of freshly fried chestnuts.

Because of the sunshine at this moment, the little mouth that had been "beating" finally disappeared for a while, Song Qiaoxi raised her face and looked at Chu Jin's white face like a piece of paper, perfect as a sculpture.

It seemed difficult for her to associate the handsome boy in front of her with the scarred little poor man nine years ago.

After a moment of silence...

Chu Jin heard two murmurs and sighs.

"Uncle and Auntie, Chu Jin has really grown up..."

"Uncles and aunts, I will do my best to Chu, and I will treat him well for the rest of my life..."

His hands were held tightly by Song Qiaoxi's two small hands, just like when he had no gender concept when he was a child.

-

In 2005, the high school entrance examination in Qizhou City ended in a humid summer rain.

Everyone in the "Little Gang of Five" knew clearly that they were getting closer and closer to each other.

But at this age, children between fifteen and six and a half years old are only vaguely sad about the "separation".

As long as that moment doesn't really come, this group of prospective high school students will always have horrible ideas that want to be happy.

Only a few days after the summer vacation, Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao, just foreign language classmates, gathered for several shows.

In Qizhou in 2005, there were not a few comprehensive shopping malls that allowed adolescent children to eat, drink and play in one place.

The places that teenagers and a half-year-old children often go to are nothing more than the lively Quancheng Road, Quancheng Square, the newly heated KTV, the photo booth of the civil air defense mall...

On this day, several children went out to play again under the name "junior high school classmates eat loose meals".

Several parents also let them go out and play open during the day, as long as they go home and have dinner before dark.

After all, the pressure of going to high school can be great, and there will never be such carefree days.

The "Little Gang of Five" and a few classmates who are good at foreign languages ​​made an appointment to sing in the afternoon KTV.

After having lunch at home, they first went to the civil air defense mall in Qizhou, the top fashion place in 2005, and took a few photos of them.

Even if Chu Jin was reluctant, he was forced to get into the small studio that could accommodate two or three people.

He was like a human background board throughout the whole process, and was disliked by Song Qiaoxi and others in various ways.

Fortunately, people who look beautiful are invincible...

The photo stickers fell out of the camera, Song Qiaoxi picked it up and saw that although Chu Jin was very cold, he did not have any blind spots in the photo, even with a poker face.

Several partners repeatedly chanted unfairly.

Wang Junyang complained that the photo camera was not exposed enough, and took him a sunny and handsome boy like an indigenous monkey from Africa?

Ding Yi complained about the reflection of the photo camera, and couldn't take a picture of his deep small eyes hidden behind the glasses...

The boss of Datoutie thoughtfully helped them cut the photos and put them in a small plastic transparent bag.

Song Qiaoxi happily admired the small group of photos in her hand. She picked up a photo with Chu Jin, which was snatched by everyone for a long time. The only one that was finally assigned to her was this photo.

Chu Jin stood straight, Song Qiaoxi tilted her head just before the shutter was pressed, as if leaning on his shoulder, smiling cutely.

In this way, the picture of the two of them is actually quite good, especially myself, they laugh so beautifully.

She held up this group photo to Chu Jin to see, "Look, is it beautiful?"

"Well, Mei." Chu Jin raised his eyelids and answered her with a smile.

Song Qiaoxi: "Really?"

Chu Jin smiled deeper and rubbed her head: "Really, I'm pretty."

"..." Xixi mullet roe.

Chu Jin, something is wrong, wow?

-

After taking the photos, they came to the mass-market KTV on Quancheng Road as scheduled, and met with a few foreign language classmates who had played well. The classmates who came were Gu Wei, Zhao Xin, Qiu Mengmeng, etc., most of them were in the first experimental class. And the classmates of class two.

Song Qiaoxi was holding a small plastic plate and gnawing on a watermelon, her brows were frowned. She was stunned by Wang Junyang and Ding Yi or two's loudly shouting "Love ING".

After finally waiting for the two brothers' "Ghost Cry Wolf Howling" to end, Gu Wei played "Youraisemeup" which was full of high energy and not very tuned.

I really couldn’t bear it. A few boys sang too ugly. Qiu Mengmeng and Ding Miao took over the karaoke machine and directly clicked on "The First Snow in 2002" and "Vanilla Bapup" by a few boys. ", "Soy milk fritters", "Infatuated Absolute", "Mother Nanquan" have all been cut off.

A microphone was stuffed into Song Qiaoxi's arms. She was taken aback for a moment, and she was using a paper towel to wipe off her slimy hands moistened with watermelon juice.

"Come on, Xixi, come to a song "Ningxia"?" Qiu Mengmeng looked at her with an idiotic look, "I was humming while listening to you during the break. It's a little sweet, three pluses!"

"Come on." Song Qiaoxi wiped her hands and picked up the microphone openly. She could sing this song.

Ding Miao snatched the microphone that Ding Yi hid behind his ass, and shouted, "Let Xixi wash your ears!"

"Cut..." The boys shook their heads and waved their hands, expressing their disdain.

"It's not for us to sing well!"

"Ah, yes, how wordy that idiom is, yes, famous flowers have a master!"

"Yes, Gu Wei, you must pass the Chinese entrance examination."

"Brother Jin, come here soon, and listen to your Xixi singing..."

A few boys coaxed together and arched Chu Jin, who was sitting in the corner of the sofa drinking tea with a cup of tea, to the nearest position to Song Qiaoxi.

Chu Jin shook his head and smiled, put down the tea cup, but looked at Song Qiaoxi unabashedly.

After a long and fresh prelude, Song Qiaoxi's sweet voice sounded.

"Quiet summer, the sky is dotted with stars, and there is a bit of yearning in my heart, missing your face..."

While singing, she saw two girls and a boy sharing popsicles in the MV. While singing, Song Qiaoxi turned her head and pointed her fingers at Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, and finally winked at Chu.

I don't know, these three people still remember that in the summer of 1996, the newly formed "Little Four/Gang" almost had a big fight because of Wangwang's broken ice.

The singing of the little girl was like a piece of lemon hard candy soaked in summer peach bubble water, sweet and sour, and fresh.

Just like this quiet summer.

-

Happy holidays are always short. After more than a week of crazy fun, when a few adults meet, the children are almost relaxed, and it's time to take care of them.

This summer, Song Qiaoxi and Chu had to rush to Beijing as early as possible, and Song's mother applied them for the transition class from junior high to senior high school.

Qiao Qin's job mobilization Zhao Chenguang has already been done, and as soon as the school starts in September, she will formally join the Beijing No. 2 School.

Mr. Chu suggested several times that Qiao Qin could be assigned a more leisurely position and a better school, but she declined.

After the two children packed their luggage, they were about to say goodbye to the newspaper compound where they had lived for more than nine years.

The day before leaving, Song Qiaoxi made a special trip to see sister Qiu Meng.

Xia Qiumeng's recovery after heart surgery was relatively slow, but every time she checked, all the indicators developed in a good direction.

She looked much better, and her usual pale cheeks also became rosy.

When Song Qiaoxi came, sister Qiu Meng was reviewing her senior year homework, and there were a pile of reference books, papers and notes on the desk.

When she was in the hospital, she insisted on self-study, and when the school started in September, she would re-enter the third year of the high school attached to the normal school to prepare for the college entrance examination in 2006.

Before she knew it, Song Qiaoxi was almost as tall as Qiu Meng's sister.

She stood in front of Qiu Meng's sister, paddling her toes a little, and found that Qiu Meng's sister really seemed to be only a little bit taller than her?

"Sister, where are you going to take the university entrance exam?" Song Qiaoxi held a lacquer box in her arms and sat on the computer chair. She picked a pistachio from the box, peeled it, and threw it into her mouth.

The box was filled with all kinds of candies, which was given to her by Xia's non-fortress. She remembered that Xixi loved to eat these things when she was a child.

Xia Qiumeng smiled, her voice still soft, "I'm going to take a college entrance examination and study an economics major? I still have to look at the results, it's still uncertain."

"Then you don't study photography anymore, don't you go to school abroad?" Song Qiaoxi's eyes widened. She thought that she would hear Qiu Meng's sister Qiu Meng's "great ambition" a few years ago, and she would go to the best art academies abroad to study photography.

"Not going anymore." Xia Qiumeng had no regrets in her eyes, and she smiled calmly, "I have been ill these years, undergoing surgery, and spent a lot of money at home. The cost of studying abroad is too high. Moreover, I don't want to study abroad anymore. The body is not allowed, so I have to go to the hospital for review. So I thought, I should stay at home so that I can stay with my parents so that they don’t worry about me too much. And... and Cheng Lidong, he too At Shanda."

"Ah! You and Brother Lidong, are you together?" Song Qiaoxi was stunned. When I was a child, I only knew that Brother Lidong stuck behind Qiu Meng sister every day. What I didn't expect was that they were really together?

"Well, he didn't go to Fudan University and stayed here, so I want to go to Shanda too." Qiu Meng replied openly.

Song Qiaoxi said enviously: "It's great, then you and Brother Lidong will never be separated."

"Xixi, how about you? Did you read the materials sent to you last time, do you have a goal?" Sister Qiu Meng squeezed her face and asked as if she changed the subject on purpose.

Song Qiaoxi nodded, "Yes, it is the SVA you sent me last time. In addition to the normal courses in high school, I also need to prepare for the SAT and TOEFL. Mom and Dad also want me to take the domestic college entrance examination. one."

"It's great, Xixi is so good, she can definitely apply!" Xia Qiumeng said.

"But, Sister Qiu Meng, I am a little bit hopeless..." Song Qiaoxi said a little embarrassed.

Xia Qiumeng: "Huh?"

"Going to school abroad will be far away from home. I will go alone." Song Qiaoxi lowered her head, looked at the colorful candies in the box, and sighed, "Mom and Dad are going to work in Beijing. I like computers well and I can definitely go to the Department of Computer Science at Tsinghua University. They will all stay in China. I will go to New York by myself. I am afraid I will be homesick..."

Xia Qiumeng scratched her nose, "Silly girl, hasn't it been your dream to go to the best school in the world to study photography?"

"It's my dream, but, just like leaving the compound and going to Beijing to go to high school, I can't bear to leave the compound, and I can't bear to leave you." Song Qiaoxi felt sour in her eyes and forced herself to blink, trying to hold back the tears. .

"Hey, don't cry, how old are you? Not a kid anymore." Xia Qiumeng said gently, and clicked her forehead. "Sister can't misunderstand people, you just think about it now. When I get to the place, I will definitely live like a fish in water, my heart will soon become wild, and I will think about home for a while."

"Ah, I don't wow, I really miss you..." Song Qiaoxi didn't hear that sister Qiu Meng was teasing her, and seriously defended her.

"Sister teased you, but Xixi, you have to remember that girls must learn to be independent in spirit, life, or material." Sister Qiu Meng's eyes are bright, but they shine with firm light and gentleness. Looking at her, "You always have to learn to be independent. It is not that you must live on your own in the future, but that you must have the ability to live independently. Studying abroad can really exercise your independence."

"The ability to live independently..." Song Qiaoxi repeated what Qiu Meng's sister had said, and it seemed that the place that had been stuck in her heart was immediately opened up.

"You, it's just that being protected by the people around you is too good, and life is too happy. In fact, there are good and bad things in this matter, because people can't live under the protection of others for the rest of their lives, right? One day, Xi Xi will become a plump-winged little eagle, soaring in your own sky, my sister believes in you."

-

On the plane to Beijing, Song Qiaoxi was still sitting in the middle position. The seat by the corridor on the left was her mother, and the seat by the window on the right was Chu Jin.

Mother spread a newspaper in her hand, and enthusiastically told her that the construction of a high-speed railway with a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour has started. From now on, it will be very convenient to take a "motor train" from Qizhou to Beijing. It only takes three It will be there in a few hours.

By the time of the 2008 Olympic Games, it is possible that trains will be available, which is much more convenient than airplanes.

Song Qiaoxi leaned on her mother's shoulder, not particularly interested in the topic of "EMU".

She was still thinking about what Sister Qiu Meng had said to herself.

Girls, whether in spirit, life or material, must learn to be independent.

You must have the ability to live independently and become a full-winged little eagle, soaring in your own sky.