"Xixi, shh..."
Wang Junyang grabbed Song Qiaoxi and asked her to sit down again.
Ding Yi also came over from the other side with a pussy on his waist. The two little boys attacked her from left and right, squeezing her in the middle, and one of them took her by one arm and prevented her from entering.
"Our father is inside, don't go..." Ding Yi said timidly with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Xixi, Chu Jin is so strange, your father is so interesting, and your mother cooks first-class, which child in the courtyard would not want to live in your house?" Wang Junyang asked with a puzzled face. He said thoughtfully, "No, he doesn't like you, does he?"
Chu Jin doesn't like himself, how is that possible!
"No, Chu Jin likes me, he treats me so well, I cut my hand that day, and he helped me wrap up such a tall stack of book covers. Later, seeing that I was slow to write my name, he even helped me put The names on the composition text, the phonetic book, and the math workbook are all written, and his handwriting is so beautiful..."
Song Qiaoxi's first reaction was to lower her voice to defend Chu Jin.
I can't wait to tell Wang Junyang and Ding Yi all the good things that Chu has done to himself and his parents during this time.
Chu Jin is really not as cold as he looks from the outside.
But after speaking, Wang Junyang half-opened his mouth, blinked his thin single eyelid, and looked at her suspiciously.
Ding Yi is also, pushing his glasses, his eyes are erratic, and he has no idea at all.
This question, for them, is obviously beyond the scope of...
If not for these reasons, then for what
Song Qiaoxi found that she couldn't get a positive answer from her partners, so she pouted and sat back against the wall, frowning and thinking hard.
After thinking about it for a long time, I can't think of anything.
On the contrary, the more you think about it, the more you get to the bottom of it, and the more you think about it, the more you shake your firm belief.
After all, he is a child with unstable temperament. A few minutes ago, he had sworn that Chu Jin was the best little brother in the world, and he definitely liked their family.
After a few minutes, the little brain felt faint because of the accumulation of too many things.
Chu Jin, do you really not like yourself
Is it really like what my mother said, Chu Jin feels that he is an annoying spirit
She began to rack her brains to find the clues that Chu Jin "annoyed" her in her memory. In the end, Nuo Tuanzi really began to doubt.
Chu Jin doesn't know, it's really because he doesn't want to live at home...
She thought he took the initiative to wash the family's clothes, he took the initiative to talk to her, he put a Band-Aid on her, he wrapped her book cover, he helped her braid her hair, he taught Jiang Qisheng a lesson for her, he asked her to scratch her wrist, he Smiling slightly at her, he also stuffed her with the book he had with him...
She thought Chu Jin had already... She thought...
Song Qiaoxi couldn't understand, and couldn't understand at all.
Could it be that Chu Jin really thought he was an annoying spirit and didn't like her from the beginning
The good for himself is all because he has received a good education since he was a child, and his family has been taught well.
Because Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun taught him to be very polite before, Chu Jin's parents were originally very kind uncles and aunts.
Ears buzzed and no one else was heard.
A repressed unfamiliar emotion surged in my heart, spreading little by little.
At first, it was like a small snowflake that fell on the hot heart and melted at once. After that, the unfamiliar emotion turned into a heavy snowflake. The snowflakes became denser and accumulated, and the whole heart slowly cooled.
The throat seemed to be blocked by something, and the nose and eyes were sore.
Song Qiaoxi hugged Chu Jin's book tightly in one hand, supported her knee in the other, stood up staggeringly, and stumbled forward in the direction of home.
In a trance, I heard someone calling her name in a low voice and panic, but it seemed that there was a thick moisture in front of her eyes, and hot water droplets rolled down her cheeks.
Song Qiaoxi ran far away, and didn't dare to look back at them.
The way it looks right now is so embarrassing...
I rushed all the way into my own unit building and sat on the steps of the corridor for a long time, but I still couldn't relieve the uncontrollable emotions.
Whether it was in those years in the orphanage or in the 1990s, she had never been so sad, so sad that she couldn't help herself.
Even if Chu Jin doesn't like himself, doesn't he like his humorous father and warm mother
He would rather live alone in a dilapidated boiler room than live in his own house
Mom, she misses mom...
Feeling aggrieved, Nuo Dumpling knocked on the screen and iron door of Room 102, and his mother came out with the smell of fried shrimp chips.
"Oh, what happened to our Xixi?"
Mom wiped her hands on her apron and held her in her arms.
Lying on her mother's shoulders, sniffing the warm smell on her body, Song Qiaoxi couldn't hold it any longer, and cried out with a "wow".
Qiao Qin struggled to pick up the glutinous dumplings and leaned on the sofa.
Seeing that the girl was still holding the book in her hand, she wanted to take it away for her, but the little fat hand grabbed it tightly.
He had to go with her, patted her soft back with his hands, and coaxed softly.
It is also strange. It is always the children of other people who cry and run to their own homes to complain. This is the first time I have seen my daughter cry so wrongly.
Who is this to provoke her
"Mom, mom... Chu, Chu Jin doesn't live in our house, he sleeps in the boiler room, the boiler room is so shabby... woo woo woo... he, he hates it. I... ... "
The glutinous dumplings were so angry that they cried, and they were a little incoherent.
After listening to her sobbing for a long time, Qiao Qin finally understood.
She held up her daughter's crying face with both hands, wiped away her tears, and explained patiently, "Xixi, don't cry, my father called me just now and told me about it."
After changing his posture and holding Xiao Nuo Tuan with difficulty, Qiao Qin continued: "Come on, listen to my mother, in fact, my mother thinks that it is not necessarily a bad thing that Chu Jin can't live in our house."
Not necessarily a bad thing
Hearing this, Song Qiaoxi stopped crying, raised her head with a burp, and looked at her hesitantly.
Why
"Listen to mother, see if this is the truth?"
Mom freed her hand and tightened her messy ponytails, speaking softly.
Nodding, Nuo Tuanzi widened his eyes, "sucked" his nose, his body twitched, he couldn't control himself, and his mood became much calmer.
"Chu Jin is a very assertive child. Since he doesn't want to live in our house, he won't be happy if we try to force him. If we keep forcing him to accept those kindnesses, it may become a great burden and pressure for him. .
Chu Jin is so strong, he definitely doesn't want others to pity him.
Look, the boiler room is no more than 3 minutes' walk from our house. Mom and Yiyi, Miaomiao's mother, and Yangyang's mother have all negotiated, let Chu Jin take turns to come to the house to eat, and whoever of the three Chu Jin comes to eat Okay, let him choose whatever, and we take care of him together in our daily life.
You guys can go to and from school together, the only change from now is that he goes back to the boiler room to sleep at night. "
Mom's voice was soothing, gentle, and eloquent, speaking very slowly.
Song Qiaoxi listened to every word, and when her mother finished speaking, she even calmed her breath.
A hand rubbed the spine of the book unconsciously, and thought about it carefully.
It seems that this is really what my mother said
It seemed that the only change was that Chu Jin stopped sleeping in his own home.
Usually they can still play together, eat together, go to school, and after school together...
The distance from home to the boiler room is indeed very short, and even 3 minutes of running fast can not be used.
Thinking about it this way, this result is for her...
Suddenly it's not that hard to accept
Seeing her daughter calm down, Qiao Qin breathed a sigh of relief.
Taking a closer look, my daughter's crying red eyes seemed even bigger, her white and soft cheeks turned pink, her plump forehead had a few strands of curly hair wet with sweat, and her pear blossoms with rain looked particularly pitiful. .
People can't help but want to kiss the glutinous dumpling in front of them.
Qiao Qinxiang took a sip of the glutinous dumplings' meaty cheeks, scratched the tip of her red nose with her fingers, and asked with a smile, "Silly girl, have you figured it out? Tomorrow is Sunday. Dad and Uncle Wang have agreed to renovate the boiler room. , do you want to help?"
"it is good!"
Listening to this crisp little milk sound, you know that her family's little glutinous balls are rejuvenated.
"But, but, Mom, can we make Chu Jin come to our house for dinner only?"
Song Qiaoxi said sobbing, holding Qiao Qin's braided tail in her hand and playing with her fingers, her mood was obviously much better.
Qiao Qin thought it was funny and deliberately teased her: "Why, you just want to occupy brother Chu Jin by yourself?"
"That's not it..." Seeing that the girl's face turned even redder, she screamed anxiously, just like she was being poked, "That's because, because Mama Wang and Mama Ding are not as good at cooking as you are. eat... ... "
Before he finished speaking, the dumpling buried his face deeply into Qiao Qin's chest, looking very embarrassed.
"Okay, let's come back and ask Chu Jin, whoever he wants to eat will do. If he only wants to be at our house, then let him eat at our house all the time. Are you satisfied?"
Before the group agreed, "Squeak", the door of the house rang.
Song Qiaoxi looked up, and her father came back holding Chu Jin's hand.
Hey, she just cried, she must be ugly now! Shyly, he buried his face in his mother's arms again, and quietly put the book on the sofa with one hand.
Qiao Qin knew that her daughter was thin-skinned, so she stood up from the sofa with her chubby little ass in one hand, smiled and shook her head at her husband and Chu Jin, patted Chu Jin's shoulder, and went to the bathroom to wash her face with the dumplings in her arms.
As soon as she entered the bathroom, Song Qiaoxi heard Wang Junyang and Ding Yi knock on the door to get shrimp chips.
Dad opened the door for them.
"Auntie, is Xixi okay?"
Across the thin wooden door, I heard Wang Junyang's vague greeting, and the crisp sound of "clicking" gnawing on shrimp chips.
Looking at her walnut-swollen eyes in the mirror, she pouted, frowned and looked at her mother for help.
"It's okay, the children go home first, Xixi is washing her face, and I'll come back to play with her tomorrow."
Mom took a wet towel to wipe her face and shouted to the door.
After everyone left, and Mom went to work on dinner, Song Qiaoxi stuck her head out of the bathroom, walked out lightly, and pulled the door frame to look at the living room.
It was late, and it was dark outside the window.
The ceiling lights in the living room are bright, a basket of colorful shrimp chips is placed on the dining table, and the air is filled with the good smell of rice.
The boy sat on the sofa with his back straight, still holding the Count of Monte Cristo and reading it fascinatedly.
Seeing his look, Song Qiaoxi was even more relieved.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if Chu Jin can't live at home.
At least he is still in the compound, very close to him. They can go to school together, play together, study together, and grow up together.
In any case, things have become different from the original book, and they are still changing for the better.
In addition to his own home, there are many people who care about him.
She believed that with the company of so many people, Chu Jin would not become bad.
Hearing the bathroom door open, Chu Jin raised his eyes and saw the glutinous dumplings standing there foolishly.
The little girl seemed to realize that she was looking at her, turned around in a panic, leaned against the wall with her back to him, and covered her face tightly with her hands.
However, Chu Jin still saw Tuanzi's crying red eyes, the tip of his nose, and the aggrieved little mouth pouting pitifully.
She turned her back to the short and stout figure behind her, two playful ponytails swayed slightly on both sides of the round back of her head, and her dark brown curly hair was soft and fluffy.
Chu Jin's eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.
Why is she crying because he is leaving
She left, and no one robbed her of her parents' care. Shouldn't she be happy
Girls, it's so hard to understand...
Chu Jin's hand holding the book was sweating slightly.
Although he felt that he didn't understand the little girl's thoughts, he was inexplicably irritable at the moment, and he couldn't read a single word of the words on the page.
He lowered his head angrily, as if he had never encountered anything more difficult than a girl crying in her life.
Nuo Danzi continued to face him with his back, lying on the wall at the door of the bathroom, rubbing his eyes with his hands from time to time, but he didn't turn around.
Even if he can't think of the reason, Chu Jin understands that this little girl who has always been like a little sun, never stingy to spread her light to everyone, is not happy.
She stopped laughing, no longer like a soft and waxy little white rabbit, jumping up and down lively...
Chu Jin's inexplicable irritability intensified, rising to an emotion he had never had before.
He closed the book, put it on the sofa, stood up, rubbed the thin layer of water vapor from the palm of his body with both hands unnaturally, and walked silently to Song Qiaoxi's side.
The sweet smell of grandma on the little dumpling was hot, mixed with the smell of Shufujia soap, and the smell of milk reminded him of that night of nightmares.
A soft and waxy little hand, with very light force, patted his arm, a sweet childish voice echoed in his mind, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid..."
Yes, she comforted herself like that.
After pondering for a moment, Chu Jin bit his lip and summoned up the courage to reach out...
Song Qiaoxi heard the light and slow footsteps. There was only Chu Jin in the living room. Of course she knew who was approaching her.
He covered his eyes and face more tightly with his hands.
As if as long as she couldn't see Chu Jin, Chu Jin couldn't see her.
Hey, it's so embarrassing to cry, don't let him see what he looks like now!
I just looked in the mirror in the bathroom, my eyes were swollen like goldfish blisters, and my nose was as red as a clown's nose.
Is she shameless
"you... ... "
The sound of Chu Jin's dry throat was in his ear, and after a single syllable word, there was no movement again.
Suddenly, her left shoulder seemed to have a warm and soft palm on her, and she patted her very lightly, like comforting a kitten.
Chu Jin's voice rang in his ears again, and whispered with anger, as if extremely embarrassed, "Don't be afraid..."
Um
Let her not be afraid of shame
Song Qiaoxi was dazed, hesitated for a while, then slowly took the fleshy hands from her eyes, and turned around to face Chu Jin.
The boy was more than a head taller than himself, and Danzi raised his face to look at him with some difficulty.
Hey, his dark eyes were as bright as stars, and his face was no longer a cold expression.
Danzi always felt that in his eyes, he saw a flickering light, he saw... hope
Chu Jin looked at Tuanzi's big red and swollen eyes, and could even see his own reflection in her pupils.
My chest felt stuffy all of a sudden, the inexplicable emotions spread and spread, my heart was a little sour and a little tingling.
He didn't know anything else, he only knew that he didn't want to see Xiao Nuo Tuan's beautiful eyes turn red and swollen.
"You, what do you want to play?"
After holding back for a long time, Chu Jin could only think of such a way, wondering if it would make her happier.
He remembered that Song Qiaoxi had suggested to play before, although he agreed, it seemed that he had never actually played with her once.
Now, whatever you want to do and play, I will accompany you.
Song Qiaoxi didn't think much about it, since Chu Jin didn't think he was not good-looking, he finally put his heart in his stomach and didn't feel ashamed.
Without saying a word, she took Chu Jin's arm and sat back on the sofa with him, and said rudely: "Let's watch the animation city? "The Little Mouse on the Prairie" is very good-looking, a group of people from large rural America The little mice live in a place called Crunch Corner Chatter Farm, and the little mice are all wearing plaid shirts and bibs, and their stories are interesting!"
Chu Jin: Squeaky corner chatting about the farm...
Song Qiaoxi usually watches cartoons by himself, and no one talks about the plot, but it's boring.
At this moment, someone took the initiative to bring her to the door, so she would not easily let go of the opportunity.
Pulling Chu Jin to sit on the sofa, groping for the remote control from the armrest of the sofa, and turning on the TV.
Before the cartoon was played, there was an English opening song. Song Qiaoxi could only understand the word "little mouse", and couldn't understand the rest, but it didn't prevent her from humming in the language she invented.
She hummed the opening song, turned her head, and found that Chu Jin picked up the book again.
He was unhappy at the moment, and pouted a little dissatisfiedly: "Hey, what the hell is "The Count of Monte Cristo" about? Is it so beautiful?"
This person said to watch cartoons with her, why did he pick up the book again
Chu Jin raised his head from the book and looked at her fixedly, his eyes seemed to say, isn't the opening song not over yet
Tuanzi was surprised to find that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the curvature of his smile this time was more obvious than before!
He stood there in a daze, staring blankly at his face, hoping that if he smiled more, he would have forgotten the unpleasantness just now.
Chu Jin really thought about this question seriously, and he lowered his eyes and paused for a moment, feeling that he couldn't explain it clearly in a few words. What's more, he knew that the little girl would not be interested in this book.
But looking at the corners of her red eyes, she still slowed down her speech and said softly, "This book tells a story of revenge, as well as a story of 'wait' and 'hope'."
Sure enough, the little girl blinked, stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, turned her head and immersed herself in a group of little mice in rural America.
Chu Jin shook his head slightly and looked away, but felt much more relaxed.
Xiao Nuo Tuan doesn't understand these best. She is a child in a honey pot, and she will follow her steps in the future, surrounded by full of love, and grow up happily.
Revenge, waiting, hope, she wouldn't understand.
I don't want her to understand either.
Chu Jin returned to the book, and did not continue reading the previous chapters.
Turn the book to the end and read it silently in my heart...
Until the end, the words "wait" and "hope" came up repeatedly in his mind.
hope
Yes, today, he saw hope...
--
The boiler room has been abandoned for more than a year. It looks shabby and difficult to repair. Fortunately, the area is only about 20 square meters, so it does not take much effort to actually renovate.
Chu Jin's parents were very popular and wealthy during their lifetime, and they have selflessly helped many neighbors.
Now when the big guy hears that the son of the Chu family is coming back to live, it is all the rich and powerful.
In less than a week, the boiler room is no longer the dilapidated appearance it was a week ago.
The glass windows have been repaired, although the interior is only painted white, and there are simple old-fashioned furniture, but under the careful arrangement of a few skilled mothers, clean blue and white sheets are spread, and crochet tablecloths are covered.
At first glance, don't say, it's quite warm!
August 24 was a Saturday and the boiler room was packed.
Mother Song said that there is still smell in the house, so they will be scattered before moving in.
But Chu Jin still packed his luggage early, hugged all his belongings without a word—that big black schoolbag, and sat at the door of the boiler room early in the morning.
No one could resist his bullish temper. After lunch this Sunday, Chu Jin officially moved into the "boiler room".
Although he had already thought about Chu Jin's stay at home, when it was time for people to leave, even if he knew that Chu Jin's place was no more than five minutes' walk away from him, Song Qiaoxi was still a little unhappy, and the whole day Can't lift the spirits.
The whole afternoon that Chu Jin was gone, she spent the whole afternoon in her small room looking through comic strips such as "Hulu Baby vs. Transformers", "Hulu Baby vs. Black Cat Sheriff", "Hulu Baby Space Adventures" and so on.
His eyes stared at the little white rabbit alarm clock on the bed from time to time, over and over again, taking the trouble to check the time.
Wang Junyang and Ding Yi asked her to go to the boiler room to watch the fun, saying that many children wanted to see the renovated boiler room, but she didn't want to go.
Just looking for Chu Jin for no reason, Song Qiaoxi couldn't hold back.
She has her own little abacus, and when dinner time comes, she can justifiably ask Chu Jin to come home for dinner.
Finally made it to 5:45 pm.
Song Qiaoxi, who was so moved by the Hulu brothers and sisters and the black cat sheriff fighting side by side, heard her mother call her: "Xixi, ask Chu Jin to come to the house for dinner. Tonight eat lotus root, kelp, tofu crisp pot... .”
"it is good!"
She answered her mother loudly and closed the comic book, she quickly sat up from the bed, stepped on her slippers and ran out of the house.
The short legs can't run fast, and I still wear slippers. I regret that I should change my shoes after going out for a few steps.
It is a straight line from home to the boiler room. It is estimated that adults can walk for more than three minutes, and children can reach it in four or five minutes.
Song Qiaoxi's mind was still full of the black cat sheriff and the gourd baby fighting with the fairy, humming in his mouth: "The eyes are as big as copper bells, and they shoot out lightning-like quirks, and their ears are erect like antennas, listening to all the suspicious sounds... ... "
All the way, he fiddled with the holly trees planted in the flower beds along the road, and walked happily to the door of the boiler room.
The boiler room in front of me was both familiar and unfamiliar. The windows were replaced with new glass, with white backgrounds and blue swallow curtains.
The big iron gate is still the old iron gate. I heard from Dad Ding that the quality is good and it can be used. He oiled it and repainted it with a layer of blue paint.
The outside was clean and tidy, which made her wonder what it looked like inside
After the boiler room was renovated, she hadn't been there yet.
A few mothers didn't let their children go over there to make trouble when they were cleaning up, saying that the room was small, so a few of them crowded there and didn't do anything.
There are a few steps at the door of the bungalow. Danzi walked up the steps and knocked on the door of the boiler room with some hesitation.
"Chu Jin, mom asked me to call you home for dinner, today's fried lotus root, seaweed tofu crisp pot!"
Nuo Tuanzi shouted at the door, for fear that the people inside would not hear.
The tip of her little finger rested on her chin and rubbed it around, eagerly waiting for him to open the door and inviting herself in for a tour.
Just like every time there are uncles and aunts who move to a new house in the compound, they will invite neighbors to sit at the house when they move in, and they will also prepare sweets such as plum candy, white rabbit toffee, peach cake, prawn cake, etc. Sweet and fragrant Eight Treasure Tea to entertain the neighbors.
She likes to eat soft red dates and longan in Babao tea.
I heard that many uncles and aunts in the compound gave Chu Jin a lot of daily necessities, school supplies, snacks and the like.
What will Chu Jin entertain himself
Peach Crisp, Want Want Snow Cake, or Jiang Rice Bar
He is also considered "moving a new house", right
Wait, it seems that when Mom and Dad took her to someone else's house, they didn't go there empty-handed, they would always carry something.
Empty-handed, she slipped her hands into the pockets of her bloomers awkwardly.
After touching for a long time, I only found a handful of melon seeds...
Staring at the holding of melon seeds in her hand, Song Qiaoxi had a bit of a headache, wondering if this could be considered a housewarming gift, and the door opened.
Chu Jin was wearing a fitted navy blue short-sleeved suit and white sneakers. The new clothes were bought for him by Wang's mother, which made him look clean and fresh, and his "little prince" style came back instantly. .
Wang's mother is indeed the most fashionable mother in the courtyard, and her taste in choosing children's clothes is also first-class.
My mother also bought a lot of comfortable solid-color cotton short-sleeves and shorts for Chu Jin, ready to wash them and give them to him.
He stood condescendingly in front of her.
Hey, there was a red string hanging on the boy's chest to attract her attention, and a key was tied to the lanyard.
Chu Jin is the eldest child who has the power to control the key!
When Song Qiaoxi came back to his senses and wanted to look into the house, the boy had already turned around and locked the door neatly with the key, pushed and pulled to check that it was securely closed, and then walked down the steps.
After taking two steps forward, Chu Jin stopped, turned his head, and asked in a light tone, "Are you going?"
Xiao Nuo Tuan froze in place, looked left at the big iron gate of the boiler room, right at Chu Jin who was standing tall and straight a few meters away, and then looked at a small handful of melon seeds in his hand, caught in a dilemma.
Does he really not invite himself to go in and sit
This is not what I imagined.
Or, because he didn't bring a gift, he didn't invite her in
Forget it, another day...
The next time I bring a few pieces of honey wrapped in oil paper and three knives, I will eat "closed door soup" again.
"Ah... Nei, you, do you eat melon seeds?"
After holding back for a long time, Song Qiaoxi reached out to him and found herself a step down.
Chu Jin put his hand in his trouser pocket and frowned at Xiao Nuo Tuan.
The little girl's face turned pink and she didn't dare to say anything, which made him feel strange. When it comes to eating, she runs faster than anyone else. What happened today
Isn't she hungry
No, it's all this time, and I'm always hungry.
What are you eating, I'm about to eat...
Chu Jin shook his head, stretched out a hand to Song Qiaoxi, made a "come" gesture, and said patiently, "Don't eat, go?"
"Oh, that's fine."
Nuo Tuanzi lowered his head, put the seeds back in his trouser pocket, sighed softly, and jumped down the steps.
On the way home, Song Qiaoxi couldn't stop babbling. Chu Jin observed that she was wearing slippers, afraid that she would fall too fast.
Although he was silent, he deliberately slowed down and walked slowly with her.
It was the evening when the sun was setting, and the courtyard was filled with thick smoke of fireworks. There were also mothers who pushed open the windows and shouted for the children to go home for dinner.
The two of them, still two small shadows, one tall and one short, walked towards the Song Family Unit Building from the direction of the boiler room.
In Chu Jin's ear, Song Qiaoxi's chattering.
Xiao Nuo Tuan's voice was clear and crisp, and although she spoke fast, it was not annoying. After listening to it too much, she even got used to her chattering like a little yellow warbler.
She is really imaginative, and she can say whatever comes to her mind.
"Chu Jin, what do you think that cloud looks like?" Song Qiaoxi pointed to the sky without giving him time to answer, then smiled and answered her own words, "I think it looks like a string of candied haws!"
Oh, Chu Jin raised his head and glanced.
I smiled faintly in my heart, and wanted to play the forehead of the glutinous dumpling.
Why is she so full of food
The next moment, a small hand stretched out, like a bunny's warm breath, and rubbed it warmly and softly on his wrist.
"In the future, let's get out of school and let's go together!" Song Qiaoxi stopped and suddenly said to Chu Jing, without giving him time to answer as usual, her eyes curved into a beautiful arc, "I'm afraid Jiang Qisheng will find you, don't worry, I will protect you. Good to you."
The street lights in the compound lit up in an instant.
Standing under the street lamp, Chu Jin burst into laughter.
--
August 31st is a Saturday.
On this day, Chu Jin officially moved into the boiler room for a week, and there are still two days before the opening day of the first grade of the 1996 Normal Primary School.
In the first few days that Chu Jin had just moved in, several mothers in the compound, led by Mother Song, were very worried about him.
Most of the 6- and 7-year-old children have not yet slept in a separate room with their parents, for fear that Chu Jin would not be able to take care of himself.
Unexpectedly, he got used to it with almost no effort. Not only did he get full marks for his ability to take care of himself, but he also kept the house in good order.
As soon as the mothers met when they were knitting, they all hated the iron and talked about their lazy bastards.
Think of their messy kennels, slapping their thighs one by one, and envy "other people's children" with tears in their eyes.
In the same week, Song Qiaoxi did not go well, and something unpleasant happened.
The problem mainly lies in the "Little Three People's Gang", no, it has now been renamed "Little Four * People's Gang" by her.
There was one more person in the previous small group of three, which made it difficult for Wang Junyang to adapt.
Wang Junyang and Ding Yi complained several times, and they also cried unhappily in front of Song Qiaoxi, saying that he felt that his good friend was taken away...
Before Mingming Xixi only played with the two of them, now there is one more Chu Jin, and he will be taken with him wherever he goes.
However, Chu is cold and indifferent to everyone, which makes Wang Junyang extremely unpleasant.
Yesterday, Wang Junyang broke out once.
When the "Little Four* Gang" went out to play together in the afternoon, he lost his temper at everyone.
Wang Junyang, like Mozheng, insisted on letting Song Qiaoxi and Ding Yi or two choose between him and Chu Jin as the "best partner".
He also threatened that if they didn't choose him, they would swear to break up with the two of them.
Ding has always had no idea. He pushed his glasses and hid behind Song Qiaoxi. He didn't dislike Chu at all. They seemed a little introverted, and they were polite to them.
Although not enthusiastic, but also not to hate Chu Jin, right
Song Qiaoxi is even more inexplicable. Everyone is a good partner, so why should there be another "best partner"
Then he reasoned with Wang Junyang, and Ding Yi also agreed.
Wang Junyang couldn't see them arguing, and shouted, "Xixi, you've changed! I won't be with you guys!"
He stomped the concrete floor and ran away crying without looking back.
Song Qiaoxi and Ding looked at each other, she was so angry that she could not laugh or cry, no, this little boy is too temperamental...
She has changed, she is no longer the original Song Qiaoxi.
But there is no way for Wang Junyang to explain the change of transmigration!
The original owner entrusted the family to her, and Song Qiaoxi naturally had to take on the responsibility of protecting her parents.
Chu Jin saved himself, and he couldn't just watch him go astray and turn into a villain, so take good care of him.
Of course, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were the original owner's little followers, and now they are her good partners. She definitely hopes to progress and grow together with her partners, and become better people.
This is that the palms and backs of the hands, the soles of the feet and the backs of the feet are all meat, and she can't give up any piece of meat.
In the end, she thought, let Wang Junyang calm down first.
The little boy was already in a hurry, and it was useless to coax him in his anger.
Saturday is a sunny day.
Mother Song took advantage of the sun to wash the family's sheets, pillowcases, towels and other large items.
After she bought breakfast, she went to the boiler room to ask Chu Jinshi to remove his sheets and pillowcases, and took them home to wash them in a pot.
The girls had just entered the house, just in time for Papa Song to return from the night shift.
After Dad entered the door, he first rubbed his daughter's hairy head, which was sleeping like a little lion, and gave Chu Jin a high five. He didn't even change his clothes. He wandered into the bedroom and fell asleep like a "walking dead".
Song Qiaoxi gently closed the bedroom door for her father, and followed Wei to the chair by the dining table.
On the table are two red candy candies, two egg buns, and two bowls of steaming soy milk on a blue-edged enamel plate.
"Mom, have you eaten? What will Dad eat when he gets up?"
Looking at her favorite brown candy and swallowing, she crawled on the edge of the table and turned her head to ask her mother.
"Eat it. I got up to drink the tomato and egg noodles. Dad woke up and let's have lunch. It's yours. Eat it while it's hot."
The mother came out of her room with the sheets in her arms, raised her chin at the two children, and went into the bathroom.
Mother eats just fine, she is relieved.
Then he grabbed a red candy candy from the plate, shook his head before entering, and imitated the adults to make a pity sigh.
With emotion, it is no wonder that my mother is in such a good shape, and I have never seen her eat any fried food.
But all kinds of fried snacks, ham sausages, and big chicken drumsticks are Song Qiaoxi's favorites.
Therefore, he is covered in soft flesh.
Her two little hands tore open the steaming brown candy, and took a bite out of the place with the brown sugar puff pastry, filling her mouth with the smell of oily caramel.
The small deciduous teeth made a "creaky" sound, and her cheeks were a little tired, but it didn't prevent her from eating.
After nibbling on the place with brown sugar, tear the remaining fruit into small pieces and soak it in the enamel bowl that holds the soy milk in front of you. The fruit that is full of soy milk is no longer so strong, and becomes soft and applied. Use a stainless steel flat-bottomed spoon to scoop it out Eat just fine.
Sucking the soy milk, Song Qiaoxi raised her eyes to look at Chu Jin opposite.
He ate the salty egg bun, biting gently, without moving at all.
Chu Jin was also too quiet, making people have no idea what he was thinking. There are few answers to his own questions, most of which are "um", many things in life, I don't know whether he likes or dislikes them.
For example, on the big event of eating breakfast, she observed it for a long time, but she couldn't understand what his taste was.
When my mother bought the breakfast, she always chose first, because even if Chu Jin was allowed to choose first, he wouldn't do it after a long stalemate, and in the end Song Qiaoxi didn't care.
Because of the sweet and savory breakfast, my mother always buys double, whoever chooses first is not the same
The strange thing is that, even if there is one left, he will not touch it.
Song Qiaoxi likes sweet mornings, and breakfasts such as fried sugar cakes, red candy seeds, sugar triangles, chicken thigh bread, and bean paste buns are very popular with her.
Chu Jin is eating salty egg buns, zucchini and pumpkin buns, pancakes and fruit for breakfast.
If it was a dinner, Chu Jin would not touch which dish she had on the table.
After so many days of silent observation, Song Qiaoxi concluded a rule. It turns out that Chu Jin's taste is completely opposite to his own? !
Not greedy for sweets or fond of meat.
Then he really is, although he looks beautiful, but in terms of food appreciation, he is a bit lacking...
It’s fine if you don’t eat sweets, but it’s a big problem if you don’t eat meat, and you won’t grow taller if you don’t eat meat!
Alas, my head hurts.
How can I make Chu Jin eat more meat
Biting the spoon in a daze, Song Qiaoxi's meditation was interrupted by the knock on the door.
A boy's clear voice came through the door, with a hesitant tone: "Aunt Qiao, is Xixi at home? Me, my grandmother's house is here, and my mother asked me to bring Wuxi spare ribs and dried duck, both of which she likes to eat. of."
Why did Wang Junyang come, didn't he swear to fight with him to the end
She was stunned.
"Yangyang is here, Xixi open the door!"
Mom raised her hands, both of which were soap bubbles, and stuck out half of her body from the bathroom to call her.
Seeing that she didn't move, Xu Shi immediately shouted again: "Xixi, open the door for Yangyang, my mother has her hands on it."
"Come on!"
Song Qiaoxi came back to her senses and hurriedly agreed.
After eating the brown candy, his hands and mouths were full of oil. He grabbed the toilet paper by the dining table and wiped his hands, jumped off the stool and ran to open the door.
There was a boy in a blue baboon suit at the door of the house, and his right arm was covered with tattoo stickers sent by big bubble gum.
With his head down, he stared at the toes of his shoes, holding a red paper bag in each hand, and stood there silently.
"Yangyang is here, come in quickly."
The mother's voice came from behind, greeting Wang Junyang warmly.
Song Qiaoxi flickered to the door, letting herself go in and out, pursed her lips and smiled silently.
What's the matter? Yesterday, he shouted that he would ignore her for the rest of his life. Today, Wang Xiaokulu will live for two lifetimes
"Auntie, my mother asked me to bring it over."
Wang Junyang still drooped his head, reached out and handed two paper bags to Mother Song.
"Oh, thank you sister-in-law for being so attentive. I always think about what Xixi likes to eat. In the evening, my aunt will make your favorite sweet and sour pork loin, and let Xixi deliver it to you. Xixi, take it over and put it in the kitchen. Mom has everything in her hands. It's a bubble."
Mom touched her shoulder with her elbow.
Song Qiaoxi quickly took the paper bag from Wang Junyang and slipped into the kitchen.
When he ran out again, seeing that Wang Junyang was still sullen, he deliberately leaned in front of him and said with a smile, "Thank you Mama Wang, and thank you Yangyang too."
After that, he sat back at the dining table to suck the remaining soy milk, and quietly observed Chu Jin by the way to see if he was unhappy.
After all, yesterday Wang Junyang was inexplicably angry with her and Ding Yi. Although Chu Jin didn't say anything, his face was not good-looking at that time.
Now, Song Qiaoxi found that Chu Jin's face became a bit like yesterday.
I only planned to take a peek at it, but I never thought that even if I only glanced at it, it would be easy to look away.
Chu Jin's face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth were not curved at all, making it impossible to guess his emotions at all.
There was a red rope hanging from his chest and a key hanging on it. Crow feather-like eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. He held a spoon in his long white hand and took a sip of soy milk.
In the end, Xiao Nuo Tuan became full of thoughts, why does the little brother drink soy milk and behave so well...
"You can play by yourself. There are Jianlibao and Xurisheng in the refrigerator. Do you want Yangyang to eat at home at noon? Auntie makes fried noodles."
Mom closed the door with her elbow and went back to the bathroom. The sound of water mixed with "crashing" came to the living room.
Hearing the fried sauce noodles, Wang Junyang's thin single eyelids widened, and he simply agreed.
When my grandmother's southern relatives came to the house, they all spoke the Wu language that he didn't understand. At noon, they had to eat bad snails, drunk shrimp, and so on.
The boy who grew up in the north has an authentic northern stomach. He thinks the fried sauce noodles from Aunt Qiao's house is delicious. To be exact, everything Aunt Qiao cooks is delicious.
My parents and my mother cook very badly, so I often take him to restaurants, but after eating too much food outside, I still think the food at home is delicious.
I really envy Chu Jin, and he also wants to eat at Xixi's house every day.
Wang Junyang came today to make peace.
For the first time in his life, he quarreled with his friends, but he was suffocated.
When I thought about it, if I really broke up with Xixi and Ding Yi, it would be really boring.
As a result, he couldn't eat well or sleep well all night, and he couldn't keep his spirits up.
So, as soon as my grandmother's family came, Wang Junyang and Wang's mother volunteered to bring food to Song Qiaoxi, just to take this opportunity to reconcile with her. Everyone knows that Xixi is a little bit about delicious food. No resistance.
I plan to go to Ding Yi with Transformers in the afternoon. Ding Yi likes his Bumblebee the most, and he is usually reluctant to lend it to anyone.
In this way, the two little friends will definitely forgive themselves.
Although, although he still hates Chu Jin.
But for Xixi's sake, he decided to endure it for a while, as long as Chu Jin didn't make him angry, he could be the air of Chu Jin.
Seeing Wang Junyang froze there, Song Qiaoxi, who was holding an empty bowl, thought he was still making trouble.
Turning around from the chair, he asked kindly, "What do you want to play for a while? The three of us can play checkers, flying machines, and Monopoly."
This TV station is broadcasting "The Legend of the New White Snake" and "Journey to the West", but she is afraid that the TV will be too noisy and affect her father's rest.
Chu Jin said nothing, stood up in silence, and cleaned the dishes on the table.
"Chu Jin..."
Fingers squeezed the back of the chair, Song Qiaoxi turned her head and called his name.
The pale and handsome boy glanced at her and entered the kitchen with tableware and chopsticks.
What happened to Chu
Why did it suddenly become cold and light...
During this period of time, it was obvious that Chu Jin's body had become stronger. Although he was still very thin, the scars on his legs had faded a little. The most important thing was that his mental state was much better.
Apart from the occasional look of resentment in his eyes, most of the time he is a handsome boy with a cold temperament who doesn't seem to care about people.
But that's outsiders, and Chu Jin's attitude towards his parents has always been polite and polite.
Xiao Nuo Tuan thought about the boy who was sitting alone in the waiting hall of the train station; the boy who was dragged and staggered forward by his uncle like a marionette; the boy who was curled up in the dark corner of the reception room; it seemed that they had all disappeared, and it was impossible to put them together. Their images are stacked on the current Chu Jin.
He changes every day, all for the good.
Although I don't know why he was a little cold to me today, but then I think about it, who hasn't been in a bad mood yet
Nuo Tuanzi loosened the back of the chair with his short fingers, and without thinking too much, he said to the kitchen crisply: "See you at noon, today at noon, my mother is going to make super invincible and delicious fried sauce noodles. I'll call you wow then."
Wang Junyang's unhappy "cut" sounded from the corner of the sofa, "He has the skills, so don't come to eat the fried noodles made by auntie at noon."
His muffled voice sounded like he had buried his face in the sofa cushions.
"Wang Junyang, don't say that to Chu Jin."
Song Qiaoxi turned her head and warned Wang Junyang who was lying on the sofa dissatisfied.
Children, you have to figure out, today is to reconcile!
"I know... I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, Xixi..."
Wang Junyang's voice of acknowledgment, with a little humility to accept it, is a style that never changes.
The rest of the breakfast was covered by Chu Jin with a green gauze hood from the kitchen. All the tableware and chopsticks on the dining table were brought to the sink. He stepped on the small bench and put it into the sink, and cleaned it carefully.
Song Qiaoxi tried to help, but was ruthlessly thrown out of the kitchen by him.
After washing the dishes, Chu Chu wiped his hands, politely thanked his mother, and disappeared at the gate with the key on his chest in his hand.
As soon as Chu Jin left, Wang Junyang was in good spirits, with a feeling of "when the weather stops and the rain stops, you think you can do it again".
He jumped up from a carp on the sofa, and jumped in front of Song Qiaoxi in three or two steps: "Xixi, what do you want to play, the two of you can play a lot! By the way, my dad taught me to play military chess before, and it was fun. , there are two ways to play chess and dark chess, how about I teach you, go upstairs to get it now?"
Seeing that she was not in high spirits, she tilted her head and asked, "Or, do you want to play checkers, Monopoly?"
"All right, what do you want to play?"
The little girl's big eyes curved like crescent moons, looking at him with tolerance, pursing her lips and smiling.
For a moment, Wang Junyang looked at her blankly as if he didn't know Song Qiaoxi.
Before, Xixi always showed a domineering and arrogant energy.
Like Xiao Chili, he is not afraid of the sky and the earth. He is full of crazy ideas and takes him and Ding Yi to do things every day.
No one can have any objection to the decisions she makes, and only have to implement them to the end.
Wang Junyang admires Xixi like a hero. Although Song Qiaoxi is several months younger than him, he never treats her as a little sister.
I don't know since when, Song Qiaoxi has changed.
But he couldn't figure out what specific changes had happened to her.
Now Xixi, apart from her love of eating, has not changed, she has become more like a soft and cute little sister who needs protection.
"Play military chess, you teach me."
Seeing Wang Junyang pondering for a long time, Song Qiaoxi made a decision for him.
For her, it's actually just about anything.
But I remember that children of this age like to be teachers, and they will have a special sense of accomplishment.
She doesn't know how to play military chess. For the sake of Wang Junyang's initiative to reconcile, let him be happy as a little teacher.
"Oh, then you...you wait for me."
Wang Junyang came back to his senses, felt his face get hot, and hurried back to her.
After speaking, he turned around and hurried upstairs to get the military chess.
When climbing the stairs, the little boy with one eyelid scratched his head and kept talking to himself: "How could I have such a strange idea, she is our eldest Xixi boss!"
Did you blush just now
Oops, fortunately he slipped fast, so he shouldn't have been seen by Xixi...
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One morning, two children, Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang, nestled in her hut, immersed in the world of "sappers" and "bombs", so happy that they almost forgot the time.
Until Dad Song fell asleep, the washing machine dried the bedding, he and his mother set up a shelf in the open space in front of the boiler room, dried the sheets and towels, and the kitchen smelled fragrant fried sauce. Talent looked up from the chessboard.
The two children were lying on the bed, clasped their necks and smiled at each other, almost in unison: "Jiajiang noodles!"
"I'm going to call Chu Jin."
Song Qiaoxi glanced at the little rabbit alarm clock on the bedside, the pointer showed 11:45.
She quickly got up from the bed, stepped on her slippers and ran out without looking back.
Looking at Xixi's back, Wang Junyang frowned and sat up from the bed.
While cleaning up the chessboard, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "I have to invite others to eat, like an uncle..."
Xiao Nuo Tuan didn't hear Wang Junyang's nagging, ran to the porch, put on crystal sandals, and ran out of the corridor like a little white rabbit who was only happy.
Every day, except for breakfast, Chu Jin comes over by herself, and she calls people for lunch and dinner.
As long as he shouted at the door of the boiler room, Chu Jin came out very quickly, locked the door, and let himself hold his wrist and go home together.
Along the way, no matter what Song Qiaoxi said, Chu Jin listened patiently, and occasionally responded to her with a sentence or two.
Today is no exception.
"Chu Jin, come quickly, the fried sauce noodles are ready!" Song Qiaoxi lay on the window sill of the boiler room, tiptoed and shouted into the room.
The boy came out quickly, locked the door, pushed and pulled to make sure it was locked, and walked home side by side with her.
It's just that at this moment, the expression on Chu Jin's face looks the same as when he had breakfast, it is still a little cloudy, and even has a tendency to become cloudy.
Nuo Tuanzi habitually grabbed his wrist, shook his head back and forth twice, tilted his head and grinned, "I learned to play military chess this morning, military chess is fun, can you play it? If not, I will teach you this afternoon. !"
On Chu Jin's wrist, there was a small hand with a huhu, holding it neither loose nor tight.
The little girl's voice is as crisp and clear as that of the little yellow warbler, and the ending sounds are all raised. As soon as she hears it, she knows that she is in a good mood.
It turned out that she and Wang Junyang were playing military chess all morning, and they seemed to be having a good time.
Why did Wang Junyang lose his temper so unreasonably yesterday, the dumplings forgave him so easily...
Could it be that Song Qiaoxi really regards Wang Junyang as his "best partner"
The little boy who has always been very calm and steady, for a moment, he was caught off guard by a sour feeling, and it was an emotion that made him very unfamiliar.
Chu Jin turned his face away and replied in a low voice, "No, you can play with Wang Junyang."
"I've already played with him. He taught me. In the afternoon, Wang Junyang went to Ding Yi. Let's play together!"
Xiao Nuo Tuan spoke candidly, seemingly unaware of the other party's emotions.
Her big eyes fluttered and she blinked twice, and her other hand also reached out. The two little hands grabbed his wrist and shook it slightly, raised her little face and looked at him with anticipation, her milky voice was sweet. "Okay, okay, let's play together, military chess is really fun!"
The little dumpling's bright eyes turned into two crescent moons with a smile, her face was as pink as a peach, her fluffy curly forehead was turned up in an obedient manner, and she looked cute and soft to play with herself.
Rao is Chu Jin, who often has a small face, and can't keep his face down to continue arguing with her.
The sourness in his heart dissipated little by little.
Instead, there is a hint of sweetness with a milky taste.
Chu Jin resisted the thought of poking the little dumpling's soft face, pursed his lips and chuckled, his eyes drifted away, and a slight "um" came out of his nose.
Suddenly, the two children fell silent together.
Chu Jin felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, wouldn't the glutinous dumplings be silent
When he turned his gaze back, he was facing a pair of straight almond eyes, and those beautiful pupils stared at him.
"..."
Chu Jin didn't know what Song Qiaoxi meant when he saw him.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Nuo Tuan seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and almost jumped up with joy, "You look so good when you smile, you have to smile more!"
As a result, as soon as these words were finished, Song Qiaoxi watched Chu Jin's smile condensed, and returned to the usual coldness. The boy turned his back and walked towards the residential building, leaving her behind.
"Oh, wait for me, I'm telling the truth, why are you angry? Well, I'll go and play military chess with you in the afternoon!"
Tuanzi stepped on his two calves and chased after him.
There are many question marks in my heart, what's wrong with Chu Jin
"understood... ... "
Chu Jin, who was walking fast with his head down, answered her in a low voice. He lowered his head, deliberately not wanting Song Qiaoxi to see his face.
The cheeks became hot, and now the face must be red...