The hot air is mixed with the pungent smell, which seems to be the smell of instant noodles mixed with sweat.
Song Qiaoxi opened her eyes abruptly, only to see all kinds of adults in a hurry and carrying their luggage in a hurry.
"They dress like they're in the 'I Love My Home' TV show, where is this?"
Wrinkling her nose and looking around, her eyes rested suspiciously on the old blackboard on the right, on which was written Monday, July 8, 1996 in chalk.
Above the blackboard hang several large plastic characters, "Qizhou Railway Station".
Is this dreaming? Is this the waiting room
He looked up at the high roof and blinked in confusion.
Suddenly, a suitcase with Double Happiness printed on it fell from the sky, and Song Qiaoxi closed her eyes in fright and shrank her head like a turtle.
It didn't hit the head, but was caught in the hair by the suitcase and staggered.
"it hurts!"
With tears in his eyes, he reached out to touch his head subconsciously, why are there two round buds on top of his head? Today, the life teacher is obviously wearing a pair of ponytails.
Without a good balance, Song Qiaoxi swayed from side to side like a little penguin, and squatted down.
Looking down, I found that I was wearing a lemon yellow dress with bows of the same color on the skirt. The skirt was not long, revealing two short legs that were as white and tender as lotus root.
This is not her skirt, and her legs aren't that short, so why are her hands so small? There are also meat pits on it!
In an instant, a huge amount of information poured into the brain.
A set of incomparably real new memories was loaded into her mind like a new life, but the old memories became like long dreams, and she didn't know which set of memories was real.
In her old memory, she was a 10-year-old orphan who lived in a welfare home in the northern county since she was a child.
Taking advantage of the summer vacation, I stayed up late to read a novel from the 1990s left by my life teacher, and when I opened my eyes again, I turned into Song Qiaoxi with the same name in the book.
The incident of wearing a book made her head hurt. She was originally a fifth-grade young lady after the summer vacation, but now, she returned to 23 years ago and became a glutinous dumpling who didn't go to school.
The original protagonist of the book is only 6 years old at the beginning. She is soft and cute on the outside, but she is a proper bear child on the inside. When she grows up, she becomes a "mixed society" Killing Matt stray girl.
The original owner had her parents who spoiled her, and a happy and wealthy family, but she didn't cherish it at all, and she did things to hurt her family time and time again.
In the end, when the original owner came to his senses, the whole family had already been destroyed, and the original owner was poor and miserable for the rest of his life, and died of depression.
Song Qiaoxi's mind suddenly came to the back of a woman in a white dress walking away slowly.
A gentle and quiet voice sounded in my ear: "Please, little sister, please help me take care of my parents, they will definitely like you..."
With wide eyes, she hugged her head like a Duck Duck, her little heart seemed to be gently pinched, and it was sore and painful.
This is incredible.
When reading a book, I envy the girl with the same name as myself in the book.
I envy the original owner for having parents who love her, envy her for having a happy family, and envy her for having overflowing love.
Why are they called Song Qiaoxi? I can only live in a welfare home without my parents and no home.
She used to hide in the corner of the orphanage countless times and make a silent wish, praying that God could give her parents a real home.
If she has parents, she swears that she will be a good child, loving them and filial piety for the rest of her life.
Now she is dressed as Song Qiaoxi in the book...
Does it mean, "I, I have a baby with my parents, I have a... home?"
A large number of memory fragments about parents emerged in my mind, making people happy as if they were floating on the clouds.
At this moment, she seemed to be being pulled by a mysterious force, a firm belief inexplicably developed in her mind, and she had completely turned into Song Qiaoxi in the original book.
Before I could think about it, I was interrupted by a coughing sound of "empty, empty".
Raising his head, his eyes fell on the thin boy sitting on the wooden chair opposite.
Seeing him cough a few times, his pale face flushed a little.
His forehead hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, but the sharp nose bridge and the clear outline of his chin showed that he was a very good-looking boy.
Well, this little brother looks familiar
Song Qiaoxi searched in her new memory and quickly found the answer.
The boy's name is Chu Jin.
She is a neighbor who lives in the same compound, one year older than her. Compared to the children of the same age in the compound, Chu Jin is like a prince.
In her memory, she hadn't seen him for at least more than a year.
She knew that Chu Jin's family should be rich, and Chu's mother always dressed him up in a fashionable fashion. Even in summer, she would wear a white shirt and small leather shoes that were well-pressed.
I don't usually see Chu Jin playing with other children in the courtyard. I heard that he wants to practice piano, calligraphy, taekwondo, and new concept English...
Looking at him again, Chu Jin was now wearing a navy blue striped shirt with a loose neckline, a pair of dirty blue-toed white cloth shoes on his feet, and a large schoolbag stuffed beside him.
Never seen him so embarrassed.
But even if he was sitting on the wooden stool with peeling paint, Chu Jin still sat upright and straight, with his waist stretched straight, looking more like a prince in trouble from a fairy tale.
Song Qiaoxi sat on the ground for a long time with her legs numb, and found that Chu Jin was looking at her.
He called him cheerfully: "Brother, brother Chu Jin, can you give me a hand?"
The clear child's voice was soft and soft, instantly submerged in the noisy human voice.
Chu Jin's eyes showed a coldness beyond his age, which made Song Qiaoxi feel relieved.
The children who grew up in the welfare center are the best at looking at people's faces. With just one look, they can understand that this little brother will definitely not help.
Sure enough, Chu Jin looked away expressionlessly.
"Hey, it's better to beg yourself than to beg someone..."
With a soft sigh, the teacher of the welfare home often said this sentence, mumbling and pinching the same fleshy calf with small fleshy hands.
Wait, Chu... Chu Jin
In the second half of the original book, there is a villain named Chu Jin, who lost his parents when he was young and grows savagely like a weed.
Chu Jin had anti-social behavior in his youth and had a very high IQ. He started from scratch and became a business boss. He acted in extreme ways and had tough tactics. It was rumored that he would do anything for his own interests.
Song Qiaoxi didn't quite understand the uncommon words such as "anti-social" that appeared in the book, and instinctively recognized it as a very bad thing.
But even if he knew that Chu Jin would become a big bad guy in the future, he was still grateful to him.
In the book, the original owner tried to end his own life, but the villain, Chu Jin, sacrificed his life to save the original owner.
But now, he is just a poor little man with a miserable life.
Thinking of this, Song Qiaoxi decided to forgive Chu Jin for not extending a helping hand. After all, people definitely don't want to do anything when they are in a bad mood.
He must be sad to lose his parents...
A shadow suddenly fell in front of him.
A pair of big, intertwined hands stretched out suddenly, and in a whirlwind, Song Qiaoxi was embraced by a big man with a wrinkled face.
The thick odor of smoke and body odor swept into the nose, making it disgusting.
"What are you doing! I don't know you! Let me go!"
As soon as she came back to her senses, she struggled hard and shouted loudly.
The shouting attracted the attention of passers-by.
The man hugged her even tighter, and said with an honest and honest face, "My little baby is so stubborn, she will lose her temper if she doesn't buy sorghum jelly."
The waiting hall of the train station was very cluttered. There were people driving cars, people moving goods, some travelers with big bricks smiled sympathetically, and some people looked at the BB machine around their waists and pretended not to see it.
No one cared about this little episode of the arrogant child.
Song Qiaoxi panicked, and her short hands slapped randomly, but this 6-year-old body didn't have much strength.
Can only continue to cry with tears: "Let go of me! My parents are nearby, coming soon!"
The man hugged her and walked towards the crowded exit, and smiled evilly: "Hey, little baby still knows how to be deceived? I've been watching you for a long time, and there is no need for adults to care about you."
Then he muttered to himself: "Say, the girl in this city is so succulent that she happens to be a child bride for my dog left."
This is because of a human trafficker, and Song Qiaoxi's emotions have reached the brink of collapse.
Tears flowed uncontrollably, and she suddenly remembered what the orphanage teacher had taught her to call the police when she encountered difficulties. She poked her neck around the crowd, trying to see if anyone in uniform was there.
"You are a trafficker! The police uncle will arrest you and go to jail!"
She said angrily, not giving up the struggle.
"Don't be blind to the pupa, little bastard! Then I will strangle you to death!"
The big man freed one hand and twisted her leg fiercely a few times, threateningly.
The pain was about to twitch, and Song Qiaoxi tossed to the end, only silently sobbing.
He was soft all over, like a rag doll being held by a man, squeezed in the middle of the outgoing line.
Just when the man took out a blue piece of paper and was about to step out of the exit.
Like soldiers from heaven, a group of railway policemen flanked from the exit and surrounded them with a hula.
"Police! Don't move!"
"Put the child down!"
With the assistance of the male police officer, a female police officer snatched Song Qiaoxi.
With tears in her eyes, the policewoman trembled slightly with anger, and patted her back to reassure her, "It's alright, it's alright, kid, don't be afraid."
In a blink of an eye, the trafficker who wanted to escape was pressed to the ground by the police, and the bright handcuffs rattled.
The onlookers were in an uproar, and there was a lot of discussion.
"Is it a kidnapper? Damn it, beat up a bastard! Comrade police, kidnappers shouldn't be shot directly!"
"Tsk tsk, do this kind of thing to cut off the offspring."
"Fortunately, it was saved. Now they are all only children. If the baby is lost, a family will be destroyed."
…
In the arms of the police aunt, Song Qiaoxi finally stopped crying.
Wiping her tears with her little hands, she said softly, "Thank you, Auntie Police."
"No thanks, thanks to a boy who came to the police just now, remember to thank that little brother later." The policewoman said.
"Little brother."
Is it Chu Jin? Song Qiaoxi leaned on the policewoman's shoulder and stuck her head out, looking around curiously.
The female police officer turned her head and asked a male police officer with a big-brimmed hat: "Captain Li, where's the boy who called the police? I just saw..."
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Provincial capital railway station police station.
"Drinking a drink, kid? Are you hungry? Auntie still has calcium milk biscuits here. Do you want to eat sorghum jelly?"
It was the same policewoman just now, "Wow La", took apart a board of joy, and brought snacks and candy to Song Qiaoxi, who was sitting on the bench.
"Thank you, Auntie Police."
The glutinous dumplings have a very sweet voice, so cute that you can't wait to take a bite.
The policewoman pinched her white and tender face, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and said with a smile, "You're welcome."
He raised his hand and glanced at the seagull watch on his wrist, it was 3:40 pm.
"Aunt Police, where did the little brother who called the police just now go?"
Song Qiaoxi's big eyes were full of anxiety.
"Jingle Bell… "
Before she had time to answer the question, the policewoman picked up the phone, "Yes, the little girl's parents have been contacted and are on their way."
After hanging up the phone, he shook his head at Song Qiaoxi and smiled helplessly: "Auntie doesn't know either."
The boy who called the police appeared again in his mind, looking at the appearance of 7 or 8 years old.
The boy's facial features are exquisite and delicate, he was panting while carrying a schoolbag that was bigger than his body, and the logic of his speech was mature beyond his age.
In the blink of an eye, where did it go