The window of the neighborhood committee was wide open, and the old ceiling fan was spinning vigorously, and the smell of cigarettes was wafted out of the window by the hot air.
Under the window sill, there was an outer wall more than one meter high, and at the base of the wall, there were four huddled hairy heads squatting.
On the far left is Chu Jin holding a book, followed by Song Qiaoxi with curly hair and double ponytails, Wang Junyang, a guy with single eyelid, on her right, and Ding Yi with glasses on Wang Junyang's right.
Except for Chu Jin on the far left, who was a short distance away from Song Qiaoxi, the three children were crowded together like canned yellow peaches.
They could hear the voices in the room clearly, Song Qiaoxi covered her mouth with one hand to prevent herself from making a move.
He shrugged his nose and frowned unhappily.
Fortunately, my father doesn't smoke, the smell of cigarettes is really bad...
"... We also deeply regret the unfortunate deaths of Officer Chu and Reporter Sun."
She was drowsy when she heard a long and tedious official speech, her head swayed from side to side, and she almost knocked on Wang Junyang's shoulder.
He shook violently and woke up.
This voice is very unfamiliar, it should be the big-bellied leader Wang Junyang said.
"Our neighborhood committee has also done a lot of work. The custody of this child belongs to his uncle, but his uncle ran away with the money, and no one can find it! Hey, let's not talk about those two uncles, you bastards. It is obvious to all. We also contacted the orphanage, and now the problem is that the custody of the child cannot be transferred, and the orphanage will not accept it..."
The sharp female voice made Song Qiaoxi more sober, and Aunt Gao spoke quickly and urgently.
Hearing "uncle bastard", there was a burst of hot anger in her chest, but she turned her head and glanced at Chu Jin, who was sitting on the left.
There was no expression on his face, and Nuo Tuanzi hurriedly looked back with a guilty conscience.
"Let me express my opinion. Chu Jin is a good boy. Old Chu and Xiaosun have known each other for so many years. There is nothing to say about the relationship. Xiao Chu Jin also called the police and rescued my daughter."
It's dad!
Song Qiaoxi pricked up her ears excitedly, holding her two small hands on her chest.
"I have discussed with my partner, and Qiao Qin has no objection. To be a human being, you need to repay your kindness. If we raise the child, we will treat the Song family as having an extra son."
Hearing this, her little heart was pounding, and she didn't dare to look in Chu Jin's direction.
No matter what Chu Jin's expression was, at this moment, Tuanzi just didn't have the courage to look at it.
"Brother Song, I have two children in my family, the conditions are like this... To tell the truth, Officer Chu helped my family a lot back then, it is not realistic for the children to live in my house, but my Ding family does not lack his pair of chopsticks, there is Ding Yiding When Miao eats, Chu eats a mouthful of rice."
Dad Ding speaks slowly, but every word carries a lot of weight.
Song Qiaoxi probed to the right, looked at Ding Yi who was squatting on the ground across Wang Junyang, and gave him a thumbs up.
Ding Yi shyly put his head to his chest.
"The two old buddies have said it for the sake of it, and we are not fooling around. The child's tuition and living expenses are all the way to university. As long as he is willing to study, even if he is a doctorate, my family will pay.
That's right, my daughter-in-law and I are always busy, and that stinky boy Wang Junyang doesn't have time to take care of it. It's really difficult to live in my house... "
After Dad Wang finished speaking, a few people began to discuss again.
Chu Jin was in a complicated mood listening to the noisy arguments, biting his teeth tightly until his mouth filled with a fishy and sweet taste.
Just now, he made up his mind to make a decision, a decision that no one can change.
He took a deep breath and shoved the book in Song Qiaoxi's arms.
He stood up under the surprised gazes of the three, walked a few steps calmly, and pushed open the wooden door of the neighborhood committee office.
Several people in the room were obviously stunned and looked at each other.
Dad Song seemed to be the first to come back to his senses, walked quickly to him, bent down, put a warm big hand on his shoulder, and smiled at him.
Chu squeezed his palm tightly with his fingers, trying to control his nervousness.
After adjusting his breathing, he pointed his finger in the direction of the boiler room and said clearly: "Thank you, Uncle Song, I don't live in your house, I just live in the boiler room, I can take care of myself. I owe you the tuition and living expenses. , I'll give you an IOU, and I'll pay it back when I grow up... "
When a 7-year-old child made these remarks, the office of the neighborhood committee was silent for a few seconds, and the pot exploded instantly.
Song Qiaoxi sat under the window sill dumbfoundedly, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi both looked at her, as if waiting for her to make up her mind.
And his brain has become a mess, is this script wrong
It wasn't written in the original book...
How can people live in such a dilapidated boiler room!
Holding the book "The Count of Monte Cristo", my ears were filled with the high and low arguing of several adults.
The glutinous dumplings under the window sill "listening to the corner of the wall" were flustered to death, and after a long delay, they finally understood.
All the adults in the office are trying to convince Chu Jin to accept Song's father's kindness.
But how could the boy with clear logic and firm stand be so easily persuaded
Faced with all the concerns of the adults, Chu Jin answered them one by one calmly, with a sincere and polite attitude, so that no one could find any faults. Even Aunt Gao, who was usually the most eloquent, was choked to the point of being speechless. Anxiously, he slapped his thigh vigorously.
It was the first time that Song Qiaoxi heard Chu Jin say so many words, even if she used her 10-year-old logical thinking, she couldn't say it herself.
It seems that no one can change what he decides.
After arguing for a long time, Chu Jin seemed to have eaten a weight, and was killed to live in the boiler room, and no one would go there.
At this time, Aunt Gao's words broke the deadlock.
"Comrades, cough, listen to me." Aunt Gao cleared her throat and raised her volume, "This, the boiler room, it's not impossible to live in, it's quite spacious after cleaning up. Before, Lao Li and the others slept on duty. That house is also warm in winter, isn't it?"
As soon as the words came out, the office was immediately quiet.
After clearing her throat, Aunt Gao continued: "Cough, what's more, isn't our neighborhood committee next to the boiler room? It's also safe. I've heard that Xiao Chu is capable of taking care of himself, and then our neighbors will take care of it. There are so many people in the compound, how can you not pull a single child!"
She didn't hear what Dad Song said.
His father's voice was immediately drowned out by the big-bellied leader: "I agree with Director Gao's words. This political consciousness is very high and deserves praise."
The sound of knuckles hitting the table topped twice, and the leader continued: "Xiao Song, the house is not well-off at the moment, and it won't be too late to pick up the child after our unit has improved the house in two years. Your family is a daughter. It's not convenient to live in, isn't it. Times are different now, there were child brides in the old society, you want to raise a child son-in-law!"
Knowing that the leader's uncle was joking, Song Qiaoxi, who was squatting on the wall, still had a little face that warmed up, and buried her head in the book like a small quail.
"I see that the boiler room is idle, and the conditions are not bad for renovations. On behalf of the company, I will issue a unit canteen meal card for the child, and the problem of eating at ordinary times has also been solved. If the child has good performance, we can give additional scholarships. In daily life, the neighbors of the compound take care of each other.”
After the leader finished speaking, everyone except Song Dad issued a second opinion.
Song Qiaoxi listened to her father's argument, but she was completely no match for everyone's persuasion.
More importantly, Chu did his best.
He was too determined to be killed by the Song family.
Song Qiaoxi was about to lose her temper.
The adults inside said your words, and Papa Song sighed, which made Xiao Nuo Tuan really unable to hold on.
Her nose and eyes were sore, her breathing was short, Song Qiaoxi protected the book in her hand, supported her body with her left hand, and swayed to stand up.
My legs and feet were numb because I squatted for a long time, and I could only stand firm after shaking a little.
I can't let Chu Jin go away...
Nothing can make him leave again!
She had this thought in her mind, and she would rush into the neighborhood committee office to join the "war situation" regardless.