Jiang Qisheng cried out of breath, so sad that he couldn't help himself.
To be honest, he was rough-skinned and thick-skinned by Chu Jin, and the pain wasn't too painful, but it was really embarrassing.
Why is Chu Jin so thin, yet so energetic!
He hasn't practiced taekwondo for more than a year, and he goes to the gym every week, why is Chu Jin still so good? !
uh...
so unfair...
The onlookers talked a lot, exclaimed, and the little girl secretly gave Chu a thumbs up.
"Wow! Brother Chu Jin's actions just now were so handsome!"
"Didn't Big Brother Dasheng say that he is better than Big Brother Chu Jin? Pfft..."
"He said he was great, so you believe it? He said last time that he was the first in the class, and it was Ding Miao!"
"I heard that brother Chu Jin also practiced Taekwondo before. I think he should be a red belt, a blue belt, a black belt? Anyway, he is a hundred times better than a yellow belt!"
…
Chu Jin didn't even look at Little Fatty who was crying and kicking his legs, and went straight to Song Qiaoxi.
The glutinous dumplings blinked, and the boy who came over still had a cold and cold face, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes... Worry
This kind of unfamiliar emotion has never been seen in Chu Jin before.
"Are you all right?"
Chu Jin's tone was still indifferent, he just knelt down on one knee and leaned forward to look at her knee with his hand on his knee.
"Ah? It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, it's okay."
He was stunned for a moment, stared at the top of his head, and hurriedly answered.
Song Qiaoxi scratched her head, thinking she was not that squeamish, did she
She found that Jiang Qisheng also got up from the ground, glared at herself and Chu Jin angrily, and limped in the direction of the "cadre building" with a stomping.
Jiang Qisheng didn't want to move rescue troops, did he
His family lived on the south side of the compound, and the "cadre buildings" had Jiang Qisheng's good friends.
Calling and calling every day like this, I really lost my head...
Why is the little boy so naive!
Thinking of this, Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand, trying to pull Chu Jin up from the ground.
"It's all right, let's go home, can you tell me the story of "The Count of Monte Cristo"? Or we watch TV, "Animation City" at 5:30, and "Little Mouse on the Prairie" will be played, It looks good! You don't want to watch cartoons, so we can play Gobang, flying machines, checkers, and Monopoly?"
In one breath, he said many things that the two children could do together, Xiao Nuo Tuan widened his eyes and looked at him expectantly.
"Um."
Chu Jin nodded, agreed readily, waved his hand, and stood up without her strength.
Song Qiaoxi raised her face and saw the setting sun slanted into the open space in front of the boiler room, dyeing the roof of a bungalow with a golden color.
The wind in late summer blew through several tall and dense locust trees in the compound, and the leaves made a "salala" sound.
The air is filled with the refreshing smell of... the aroma of cooking in a soy pot.
Immediately afterwards, the calls of many mothers rang out one after another from different unit buildings in the compound.
"Qiuqiu, what time is it, and I haven't gone home for dinner!"
"Chen Xiaomin! I'm going home..."
"Song Niannian, go home soon!"
…
"Come on..."
"Got it, Mom!"
"Be right back!"
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The named cubs agreed loudly and waved goodbye to their partners. It seemed that the people who had eaten melons had eaten enough melons, and it was time to go home for dinner.
A group of onlookers scattered around in twos and threes.
The glutinous dumpling sniffed, swallowed, and moved his right knee a little.
It started to tingle a little now, but it shouldn't affect her climbing up the ladder.
Just as he was about to grab Chu Jin's wrist and go home together, the boy walked steadily in front of her, squatted with his back to her, and stretched out his hand in a "come" gesture.
A little overwhelmed, this is, to carry her
From this angle, the raised spine on Chu Jin's back can be seen, and the shoulder blades are clearly visible.
Because of his height, the boy's shoulders looked wider than his peers, but he still looked very flimsy.
Facing the thin rib back and small waist, Song Qiaoxi pinched her belly through her skirt, and the corner of her mouth twitched twice.
It would not be enough to crush him even if he had to pounce hard.
Damn, isn't it just a little bit of skin on the leg, how could it be too squeamish to walk
"Let's go, I'm heavy and will crush you down."
Song Qiaoxi dragged her right leg around to Chu Jin, grabbed his slender wrist, pulled him up from the ground with all his strength, and dragged him home without a word.
Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, he described it vividly: "It's like pressing rice into a crockpot, and it becomes dry and flat all of a sudden."
what...
The crispy, charred rice cakes, the rice cakes and pork slices are also delicious...
I'm so hungry, but I can finally go home to eat.
Listening to Nuo Tuanzi describe himself as "guoba"
Chu Jin was really a little confused, and his mentality suddenly became dumbfounded.
His eyes fell on the soft, slightly damp little hand.
The tender white hand rested on his wrist neither loose nor tight, and the sweet milky fragrance of the little girl seemed to float over, reminding him of the fluffy little white rabbit once again.
The current Song Qiaoxi, soft and glutinous, makes people want to protect her.
But in my mind, I suddenly thought of her just now, with a puffy little face, as if the little curly hair on her head were about to stand up, and she bit Jiang Qisheng when she opened her mouth.
Like a "little lion", fearless.
This made Chu Jin a little puzzled.
Girls, are they like this
Sometimes like a bunny, sometimes like a little lion
Tuanzi couldn't walk fast, and he didn't dare to drag his right leg hard, so Chu Jin also cooperated with her to walk slowly.
There was Zhang Xiaozui next to him, and he kept mumbling along the way: "Mom's steamed sticky bean buns are delicious, but sweet, and they are not sticky to the teeth. If you like, you can dip them in sugar? You like sweet and sour pork ribs. Do you want to eat it? How about braised hairtail? I don't think you like meat very much! You don't eat much fish, so that's not good. Children won't grow taller if they don't eat meat..."
Song Qiaoxi's words were the same as Lianzhupao, and there was no room for him to answer at all.
It was also like knowing in advance that he would not respond to these bizarre questions at all.
She said to herself, that she was happy, and secretly wiped the corner of her shiny mouth with the back of her left hand.
Hearing "You won't grow taller if you don't eat meat", Chu Jin couldn't help but glanced at him and kept talking, a little glutinous ball that was much shorter than himself.
It was funny in her heart, she ate so much meat at every meal, and she didn't grow taller.
I don't know if the sunset is too warm today, or the glutinous dumpling's little milky sound is too sweet.
This short five or six-minute journey from the boiler room to the Song family made Chu Jin feel a strange feeling for the first time.
Can't tell what it is.
Anyway, it is a very comfortable feeling.
I just wanted to make this road a little longer, and the glutinous dumplings would go a little slower...
In the setting sun, two children, one tall and one short, chased the long shadows all the way in the courtyard.
Xiao Nuo Tuan limped, but still laughed innocently.
Her laughter, like a crisp silver bell, and her forehead hair, which turned golden in the sunset and fluttered in the wind, were all imprinted in Chu Jin's heart.
Like, like a little sun