"Daughter-in-law, stay away from Xixi." Dad, like carrying a chick, picked up Song Qiaoxi, who was leaning over to the door to probe his brain, and put it in his mother's arms, "Chu Jin, uncle hit the door when he counted three. , dodge if you can hear it, 1, 2..."
In her mother's arms, she stared nervously at her father as he shook the doorknob and turned his body to slam his shoulder against the door.
"Click", the door opened by itself.
Chu Jin drooped his head, pursed his mouth tightly without saying a word, and Xiao Jian, who was not even the size of a palm, blushed like a tomato, and even his earlobes were so red.
He was naked on the upper body, wearing only a pair of shorts, and he was wet from top to bottom, with his hands clenched and fists hanging down at his sides, shaking slightly.
"What's the matter, kid, something fell? Didn't it hit you..."
Dad pulled him nervously, looked up and down, checked carefully, and found nothing but old scars on his body, he was relieved.
Song Qiaoxi got out of her mother's arms.
Mom hurriedly found a bath towel to wipe Chu Jin's body, and asked him what happened with concern.
Taking two steps forward, Song Qiaoxi scratched the door frame with her fingers, tilted her head and saw from the open toilet door on the tile floor behind Chu Jin, there was a large red plastic basin, and a large wooden washboard was scattered beside it.
Her mother told her to throw the dirty clothes she changed into this red plastic tub in the summer, and washed them at night.
There is a Little Swan washing machine at home, but my mother said that summer clothes are not worth washing in a washing machine. I only use the washing machine to wash large pieces of bed sheets and quilts, and daily clothes are still hand-washed.
He stood on tiptoe and probed into the probe, and the whole family's clothes were soaked in the big red plastic tub.
Seeing her mother lowered her head, the movements of her hands stopped.
There were clothes soaked in the basin and the washboard scattered on the side. The expression on my mother's face was full of distress, and her eyes were a little red.
After resuming the action of wiping his body, his mother's voice was a little nasal: "You child, how old a little person, can you still carry the washboard? The board is so high, what if it hits the head? Do, at Auntie's house, you don't need to wash your clothes."
"sorry... ... "
The boy's voice was hoarse, a few words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.
"Why are you apologizing, it's not your fault, you can't apologize, have you brushed your teeth?"
Mom asked, put away the wet towel in his hand and let him go, picked up the washboard on the ground and stood by the wall.
Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin glance at the door and met her gaze, as if she had been burned, her face that had just turned white turned red again, and even her body was covered in pink.
His dark eyes quickly moved away, his two thin arms folded over his chest, and he nodded shyly to his mother.
"Then go to bed with Xixi, there's nothing to do with your children here."
Song Qiaoxi heard that she was being called, and let go of the meat claws that were clinging to the door frame.
"It's fine."
She murmured, relieved.
Dragging the wet quack slippers, "quack quack" went back to the bedroom and climbed on the big bed.
Lie down on the mat, smelling the scent of the bamboo mat and toilet water, and continued to flip through the open "Mickey Mouse" magazine.
Soon, Chu Jin also walked in.
He had an extra white vest with holes in the hem that was almost transparent after washing. He stood by the bed and grabbed the towel and quilt. He stretched out his arms to spread the towel and quilt. He grabbed the pillow and moved it in the opposite direction of the big bed. Lie down silently.
The whole body is as far away from the big bed as possible, and the towel is pulled to the chin, wrapping himself tightly like a silkworm chrysalis.
Song Qiaoxi on the big bed had a geographical advantage. On the surface, she was flipping through the book, but Yu Guang had already seen the other party's actions clearly.
Nuo Tuanzi yawned and muttered suspiciously.
Hey, why is Chu Jin's face still red
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The next morning, Song Qiaoxi dangled her calves and sat at the dining table in a good mood, her chin resting on the table and staring at the boy opposite.
The early morning sun hit his face, and the dense and long eyelashes did not curl up, but hung straight down. When he lowered his head and lowered his eyes, a beautiful arc was cast under his eyelids.
The last time I parted with Chu Jin was such a morning.
After going around, he came back again.
Today, Nuo Tuanzi didn't panic anymore. He got up last night and overheard the "secret chat" of his parents in the living room.
Song Qiaoxi knew the reason why her mother was angry. She was angry that her father made a decision without consulting her when something happened. After the strange "bobo" sound, her mother should have forgiven her father
It was also known that a week later, several adults would hold a meeting with Aunt Gao of the neighborhood committee and the leaders of the newspaper office to discuss and resolve Chu Jin's problem.
Secretly looking forward to it, hoping that Chu can stay.
But Song Qiaoxi didn't dare to tell her parents.
She's still young, can't make money for the family, er, can eat well...
How can I take good care of my parents
That is to not cause trouble to parents.
There was an extra cub in the family all of a sudden, and it was them who had the hard work.
Even if she can eat less, help her parents with housework more, study hard and not cause trouble.
But yesterday, my mother spent a lot of money just buying schoolbags for herself. If these expenses are doubled, wouldn't the family be going bankrupt
If Chu Jin stayed, then maybe he wouldn't do the "anti-social" bad things in the future, maybe he wouldn't be a big bad guy
He is a benefactor, and he cannot be ungrateful.
After thinking about it, I finally decided to find an opportunity to secretly tell my mother that I should ask my mother to return the very expensive schoolbags and school supplies, and buy two ordinary school supplies with the money saved.
Still reluctant to cry and say goodbye to the fairy hamburger.
Song Qiaoxi vowed never to eat KFC again, KFC is too expensive...
Just, once in a while, just eat a roast chicken to satisfy your cravings.
Come up with a solution to the problem and make it easy for her.
After staring at the pleasing little brother for a long time, he turned his head according to the sound, and his mother came out of the kitchen with a large roll of calendars.
"Come on, I'll teach you how to wrap your books."
One person put a pair of art scissors in his hand, and the mother smiled and taught them to cut and fold paper according to the proportion of the book. After teaching them twice, they went out with their school uniforms.
"I'll go to Ding Yi Ding Miao's house to change your school uniforms, you two will pack slowly."
Mom changed her shoes at the door and said to the two children who were drowned in the sound of "crashing" on the calendar paper.
Song Qiaoxi struggled with the disobedient curly calendar, freeing up a fleshy hand to wave to her mother without raising her head.
In front of her and Chu Jin, each placed a stack of books, the first-grade textbooks they brought back yesterday.
Song Qiaoxi's hands were a bit clumsy, and she was slow to make mistakes. After wrapping the crooked book for a long time, she looked up.
Hey, Chu Jin already has three neatly packed textbooks on his left hand.
He looked at his short, fat fingers that couldn't use much energy, and then looked at the slender and slender fingers of others, which were neatly cut and folded in one go, and the white and clean book cover was wrapped.
Nuo Tuan sighed in despair.
Hearing the little girl's thin sigh, Chu Jin frowned slightly, and the work in his hand stopped for a few seconds.
Looking up to see her pouting, her white and tender face is pink, and her small hands with fleshy pockets clumsily "fight" with the calendar paper, occasionally giving out a bit of a frustrated "hum".
That white and tender little hand, when he patted himself yesterday, a fluffy little white rabbit appeared in his mind.
It turned out to be a stupid rabbit...
Chu Jin retracted his gaze, lowered his head and continued to wrap the rest of the book cover.
"Hs... um."
There was a choking sound on the opposite side, and he immediately raised his head.
Nuo Dumpling's apricot eyes widened, and he raised his right thumb in disbelief.
Not only stupid, but also stupid.
"Don't lick."
Frowning and whispering, Chu Jin got down from the chair and walked across the table.
Song Qiaoxi blinked in confusion, looking at him at a loss.