Chu Jin glanced at the wound on his thumb, and was cut not deep by the calendar paper, and a few drops of blood ooze out.
Seeing Song Qiaoxi's small mouth pouting and her big eyes flashing moistly, he asked patiently, "Go to the bathroom and flush it with water, where are the Band-Aids?"
"Huh? Electricity, in the cabinet under the TV, there is a medicine cabinet..."
Her eyelashes were trembling, her eyes were filled with mist, as if she was about to cry.
The two little fat legs jumped off the chair with one kick, raised their hands and rushed to the bathroom at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.
What a squeamish bag...
Pull open the wooden drawer under the TV to find the band-aids and cotton swabs.
When the glutinous dumplings came back, Chu Jin wiped the blood on her thumb with a cotton swab and put a Band-Aid on.
Song Qiaoxi shook her thumb in front of her eyes and moved it slightly, but it didn't hurt much.
She wasn't really afraid of pain, and she wasn't afraid of spanking in the orphanage, but she didn't expect it would hurt so much when her hand was cut by a piece of paper.
Sitting back at the dining table, she took a deep breath and raised her wounded claws to "fight to the end" with the book cover. She looked up and found that the stack of books on her left hand had disappeared.
The calendar paper was gone, and there was only a lone pair of yellow art scissors in front of him.
Looking up, there was a stack of books in front of Chu Jin, and he continued to wrap the book cover without raising his head.
He still frowned slightly, his body exuding a cold breath, and the hedgehog-like protective film on his body automatically opened again.
"Bang", a wrapped book was thrown in front of her.
The movement was a bit loud, almost startling Xiao Nuo Tuan.
Song Qiaoxi raised her head and saw that Chu Jin was seriously cutting the paper, her eyes lowered and she didn't even look up at her.
On the opposite side, Chu Jin didn't stop wrapping the book cover, because his complexion was too fair, which made his lips appear light pink.
The good-looking lips opened slightly, and coldly spit out two words: "Write your name."
"Oh, good."
She raised her face, held the corner of her mouth and smiled at him thankfully, but she agreed very readily.
In fact, my heart started to growl.
Baby is so hard...
This pair of small hands with little strength, it is too difficult to write a name. She can't wait to write a word "Xi" in her name "Song Qiaoxi" for 5 minutes.
Hey, why does Ding Yi's name only have three strokes, I really want to change his name with him...
Holding the pen, Song Qiaoxi wrote stroke by stroke.
As I wrote, I thought, just for a moment, Chu Jin changed back to the warm little prince in his memory, as if he had changed.
Although he was still cold, he took the initiative to talk to himself, and he also helped her deal with her wounds and wrapped her book cover.
What a future villain, Chu Jin is so good, as long as she and his parents are always guarding him, caring about him and loving him, letting him eat well and grow tall.
When Chu Jin grows up, it will definitely not become bad!
Not only will it not deteriorate, but it will also become a national pillar for building a harmonious socialist society.
He was just a little cold on the surface.
At heart, he is a caring little brother.
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In the afternoon, when there is no preschool class, it is a regular meeting time for the "Little Three Gang" in the compound.
But today, Wang Junyang's little friend was "packaged" and sent to grandma's house, spending a week with grandparents as usual.
Ding Yi had poor grades at the end of the pre-school class, so Ding's mother punished him at home and asked his sister Ding Miao to make up for him.
Mother returned from Ding's house and told Song Qiaoxi that if Ding Yi could not memorize the nine-nine multiplication table, his mother would not let him go out to play until the primary school started in September.
After lunch, take a break.
After the two children got up, Mother Song saw a familiar scene again.
My daughter moved a small bench and sat in front of the TV. She raised her head and smirked at the "Legend of the New White Snake" on the TV station. Her fleshy hands imitated the appearance of a white lady and raised her orchid fingers. The little milk voice hummed softly: "A thousand years Wait a moment, wait a moment~"
Xiao Chu Jin sat upright at the dining table, quietly turning the pages of the book, as if he was isolated from the world.
Mother Song was afraid that her child would become a "television child" in the evening newspaper, and her eyes would soon be broken, so she put on glasses like Ding Yi and Ding Miao early.
By 4:30 in the afternoon, my mother came out of the kitchen and turned off the TV.
Qiao Qin smiled at the girl who turned back blankly: "Xixi, take brother Chu Jin out to play for a while? You watch TV for so long, read books for so long, go out and relax your eyes, run more, come back at night Steamed sticky bean buns for you."
Song Qiaoxi, who was a little frustrated when her mother turned off the TV originally, planned to watch a comic book, but when she heard the "sticky bean bag", she immediately became excited.
Sticky bean bag, sweet and sweet sticky bean bag!
The dumpling stood up from the small bench, hugged his mother's waist, raised his head and asked with wide eyes, "Then, besides sticky bean buns, what other dishes should I serve that night?"
It would be nice if it was sweet and sour pork ribs...
"Little greedy cat, you have completed the task of taking your little brother out to play. Mom makes sweet and sour pork ribs at night, braised octopus, and cooks a spiced sweet foam for you to eat. Come on, run two more laps, and you can eat more when you come back."
Knowing the girl's temper, Qiao Qin knew that as long as the little guy mentioned eating, he would not care about anything.
He squeezed her fleshy cheek affectionately, urging her to go out quickly.
Oh my gosh, it's really sweet and sour pork ribs!
Song Qiaoxi almost jumped up happily after hearing this, let go of her mother's waist, and made a salute, "Okay, promise to complete the task!"
Then he got close to Chu Jin, tilted his head, and said sweetly: "Brother Chu Jin, shall we go out to play? I will take you to the secret base of our 'Little Three Gang', there is a bungalow with a big locust tree. , it's especially shady, we can play hide and seek!"
"No, with you, we will be the 'Little Four People' Gang' in the future!" The flesh patted his forehead, only to realize that he had made a mistake. Our secret base is also your secret base, let's go!"
Seeing her excited look, Chu Jin frowned.
I didn't expect that Xiao Nuo Tuan would fight so hard to eat...
He is not interested in the games of his peers such as "hide and seek", "fight on horseback" and "wooden man", but he doesn't want to spoil Song Qiaoxi's interest.
Besides, Aunt Qiao also wanted them to go out.
I nodded to my aunt, stood up from the chair, hesitated a little, and finally didn't pick up the book.
Seeing that he agreed, Song Qiaoxi reached out and grabbed his thin wrist, dragging him and him to the entrance to change shoes.
"Little Three Gang"... No, now it's "Little Four * Gang"
The secret base of the "Little Four* Gang" is the abandoned boiler room in the compound.
It was a bungalow, and it was very close to the family building. It didn't take a few minutes to walk from Song Qiaoxi's house.
The bungalows were all employees of the newspaper printing factory, and Aunt Gao's neighborhood committee was also there.
The front door of the bungalow is a large open concrete floor, backed by a row of large locust trees. Even in midsummer, there are two blocks under the shade of the trees. Children in the courtyard are willing to come here to play.
The boiler room was abandoned for a year or two, and was "occupied" by the children into a "secret base". They moved a lot of cardboard boxes into it, imagining that they built a castle.
Song Qiaoxi took Chu Jin's wrist and took him to spare a big circle. It took almost half an hour to circle the entire compound.
She walked all the way, all the way to introduce the situation of the compound to him.
Chu Jin sighed in his heart.
Did the little girl forget that she also grew up in the college, but only left for more than a year.
Just seeing her full of interest, she still couldn't bear to interrupt.
However, the more she talked, the style of painting began to become...
Hmm, is there something wrong with that
"Look at that big locust tree. Now the locust blossoms are all gone. In July, you rescued me from the train station? There were still locust blossoms at that time!" Jin said, "Sophora japonica is delicious, fragrant and sweet. My mother also makes egg cakes with Sophora japonica, steams Sophora japonica rice, makes steamed buns and dumplings with Sophora japonica..."
Chu Jin finally understood what was wrong.
No matter what topic you talk about, when you come to her, it always ends up on eating...
When Song Qiaoxi said the end, she said she was greedy.
He swallowed, turned his head in embarrassment, and smiled at Chu Jin who said nothing.
Holding the palm of his wrist, it was a little damp, hot and sticky.
But she didn't want to let go.
I was afraid that as soon as I let go, he would quietly leave again.
Holding his wrist like this, the two children quickly walked to the open space in front of the boiler room.
A small group of children from the compound gathered in the shady, north-facing open space.
She stopped and glanced curiously.
The leader was a tall boy with a big head, waving his arms and gesturing something.
Does Song Qiaoxi look familiar to that person
Wait, isn't that her "dead enemy", Jiang Qisheng? !