Song Qiaoxi quickly caught up with Chu Jin, and she was in a good mood. He really promised her to play military chess together in the afternoon!
Along the way, he pulled Chu Jin's wrist sticky like a small rice cake, and nearly threw his arm into the sky.
Chu Jin didn't get annoyed, didn't say a word, held his head down without looking at her, and let her toss it around.
When the two children entered the door, they caught up with Dad Song and pulled the dining table out.
There were a lot of people eating at noon today, and it was too crowded by the window, so Dad simply carried the table to the middle of the living room.
The three children and the two adults sat together, and the living room of ten square meters suddenly became full.
In addition to the "clicking" sound of the swinging fan, the living room was filled with the "whispering" sound of the wind inhaling the noodles, which was really lively.
After dinner, the Song family was used to taking a lunch break. Chu Jin took the initiative to request to wash the dishes, but Song's father took the lead.
Dad Song also patted him on the shoulder and told him with a smile: "As long as uncle is here, no one can rob him. In our house, your aunt can only rest assured that my uncle will wash the dishes."
Chu Jin nodded thoughtfully, wiped the table silently, and carried the kitchen waste downstairs back to the boiler room.
"Aunt Qiao's fried sauce noodles are excellent! A bowl can be sold for a thousand yuan in a big hotel!" Wang Junyang slumped on the sofa, patted his bulging belly, and rubbed his mouth at Mama Song like honey. I confessed, and after I confessed, I sighed with melancholy, "Auntie, my mother is so fierce, and cooking is unpalatable. I want to be your child..."
"Hey, that can't be done. Your mother is heartbroken when she hears this. If you want to eat, you can come to your aunt's house. Mom can't change it."
Mother Song came out of the kitchen and wiped her hands with her apron. She flicked Wang Junyang's forehead with a smile, and looked up at the wall clock.
Dad finished washing the dishes, and was bringing the dining table back to its original position. He also glanced at the wall clock, "Daughter-in-law, the sun is poisonous, the sheets and quilts should be dried in the sun, and I will take the opportunity to disinfect them. I will collect them when I get up for a nap."
Song Qiaoxi ate too much and felt sleepy. Sitting on the chair, she opened her mouth and yawned. She wiped her tears with her little hands, her head empty.
In a trance, Wang Junyang asked thoughtlessly, "Which one is more yellow, Jianlibao or Xurisheng?"
"Clam?"
She turned her head suspiciously and saw that he had moved to the refrigerator, rubbing his chin, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Rising sun!"
Wang Junyang replied to himself, opened the refrigerator door covered with Want Want stickers, took a bottle of blue cans, and turned back to Song Qiaoxi with a wicked smile.
Before he could ask, Wang Junyang left a sentence, "I'm going to find Ding Yi, you take a nap." He smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away.
Shaking her head helplessly, she yawned and returned to her small room.
Throw yourself on the bed and let your hot face rest on the cool bamboo mat to cool down.
When she was about to fall asleep, Song Qiaoxi felt that something was wrong with Wang Junyang, but she was too full, her eyelids were heavy, and she lay on the bed and yawned lazily.
Her intuition told her that Wang Junyang wanted to do something again, but she couldn't hold it when she was sleepy, so she would go to Wang Junyang and Ding Yi when she woke up.
Consciousness gradually became chaotic, and she quickly fell asleep.
After a while, he was awakened by a very soft knock on the door.
Looking up at the little rabbit's alarm clock holding a carrot, he fell asleep for more than an hour.
It's time to get up, she stretched her soft waist.
My hut was closest to the door, and the door was hidden and not closed tightly. I was about to get up from the bed to open the door. As soon as I moved, I heard the footsteps of my slippers.
The security door squeaked softly.
"Pharaoh? Huh, I knew you had to escape from your wife's family, sigh, are you suffocating to death? When I get a jacket, let's go to Lao Ding's house to play cards, is it good enough or protect the emperor?"
Dad was angry and laughed wickedly.
As if he had expected Uncle Wang to "sneak" out.
Uncle Wang made a "tsk", and the volume was deliberately lowered: "Be quiet, my 'daughter-in-law' is still asleep, and your 'son-in-law' is here to eat again at noon today? The stinky boy doesn't know where the madness is. I haven't gone home now. Hurry up, if you have enough people, you will be good enough, and if you are not enough, you will protect the emperor."
"You're a darling, how old are you and your parents have arranged marriages, my daughter is so good, I can't look down on any stinky boy now... Okay, let's go, Lao Ding, etc. I'm in a hurry, I have to help my daughter-in-law collect the sheets when she comes back, and she prepares lessons at home in the afternoon."
The big slippers hit the ground with a few more "quacks", and then there was no movement.
Dad should have changed his shoes.
"Hey, look, you're in a hurry when I talk to you about baby kisses. Don't I like Xixi too, or I can be your godfather, and I don't give less money every year for the new year, don't I?" Uncle Wang raised his voice a bit. Hehe laughed twice, "Brothers and sisters, their vocational high school is about to start?"
"Come on, school starts next Wednesday, then you can think about it, the girl is going to prepare a dowry..."
After the crisp sound of the key, the door was closed, and the conversation between Dad and Uncle Wang could not be heard.
On weekends, my father would go to Uncle Ding's house to play cards with Uncle Wang, and play "Enough Level" and "Protect the Emperor" with several other uncles he knew well.
She doesn't know either of these two ways, it looks complicated, and there are too many cards.
Song Qiaoxi's little hands can't catch so many cards at all. At most, during the Chinese New Year, he will play "train platoon" or "draw the bastard" with his cousin and cousin.
When Uncle Ding came to drink at home last time, he proudly said that Ding Yi and Ding Miao can both play cards, especially Ding Miao, who is said to be able to count cards.
However, Ding Miao is a calm and quiet little girl, or she is a little cold, and usually never plays with them.
Sitting up from the bed, he stretched out his hands and rubbed his scalp.
Before going to bed, I forgot to take off the headband, my hair was curly, and my mother always tied the braids tightly for fear of falling apart.
Looking at the time, it was still a little early to ask Chu Jin to come play military chess at home, for fear that he hadn't woken up for a nap or was studying.
In Chu Jin's big schoolbag, it was full of books, and there were also Olympiad textbooks.
She grabbed a copy of the latest "Mickey Mouse" on the small desk, flipped through it casually, halfway through it, and suddenly remembered about Wang Junyang before going to bed. Just now, Uncle Wang said that he hadn't come home yet.
I don't know what this kid is messing around with
I should go find Ding Yi...
Still a little worried, afraid that he would do something.
After closing the magazine, Song Qiaoxi walked out of the room lightly, opened the refrigerator door and took out two bottles of joy.
Today, my mother wore a bean paste green dress for her. The skirt had two large pockets embroidered with red apples. She put Joy in one pocket on each side.
He walked to the gate as quietly as possible, put on his crystal sandals, glanced at the key hanging on the wall, and sighed softly.
She also really wanted to have a red string tied to the house key and hung on her chest, just like Chu Jin.
It seems that the key rope is a symbol of rights and freedom. When it is hung on the chest, it seems that it will suddenly become a big child.
But he is only a six-year-old dumpling, and he does not deserve the right to hold the keys to the house.
He opened the iron door and closed it again, jumping all the way downstairs.
On weekends, the compound is quiet at 2pm.
The green locust tree cast a shade of shade, and it took less than five minutes to walk from the downstairs of the house to the Ding family's bungalow.
She originally planned to go to the Ding family to see what Wang Junyang was doing, and then to ask Chu Jin if he would come to the house to play military chess.
But after feeling the joy in his pocket, he decided to go to Chu Jin first, put the things there first, and then go to Ding Yi and the others.
So I spared a bit of the road and walked towards the boiler room.
Several racks were set up on the open space in front of the boiler room, drying the sheets at home, as well as the blue and white plaid sheets from Chu Jin and the yellow-striped towels and quilts issued by the Ding Mama Cotton Spinning Factory.
There is almost no wind in the summer afternoon, as if a colorful barrier was set up at the door of the boiler room.
Wandering at the door for a few minutes, hesitantly, Song Qiaoxi knocked on the iron door.
After a few steady footsteps, the boy's low voice came from behind the door: "Who?"
"It's me... Xi, Song Qiaoxi."
Chu Jin had never called himself by his nickname, and Nuo Tuanzi swallowed the word "Xi".
Wang Junyang and the others have called "Xixi" long and "Xixi" short since they were young, and even raised the ending sound. The adults in the compound also liked to call her by her nickname, because it sounded like laughing.
The name my parents gave, "Xi" means light.
She was born in the morning. Dad said that when he heard her cry, the first ray of morning light shot into the corridor of the hospital window.
Chu Jin stood still and opened the door.
Seeing the little girl with double ponytails, dark brown curly hair hanging down on her shoulders, big almond eyes shining like fine ice crystals, and the corners of her slightly upturned lips smiled shyly.
In her eyes, he saw a light as gentle as the dawn.
Nuo Tuanzi stared at herself with a bit of anxiety, her face was puffy, she took out two bottles of joy from the red apple pocket of her dress and handed them to him.
The small milky-white bottle was slightly steaming, and it could be seen that it was iced. Two white and tender little hands were raised high: "Here for you, my mother said that drinking a bottle of Joy a day helps digestion and can grow taller. Yesterday you Didn’t you drink it? Joy and sweetness are delicious. If you don’t drink it, the president will not be tall…”
Is it tall again
Why didn't she care about herself so much, she was obviously more than a head shorter than him.
Chu Jin looked at her steadily, the little girl stood very close, and could clearly smell the sweetness of her grandmother on her body.
Just now, I guessed it was her from the hesitant knock on the door.
Her voice is always sweet, and when she speaks the word "Xi", the ending is upturned, as if she is laughing.
And the little girl was indeed smiling at him, sweetly and softly.
Song Qiaoxi's two little hands looked wet, the bottle was a little icy, and her fingertips were slightly red.
Withdrawing his gaze, he stretched out his hand to quickly take the two joys, placed them on the window sill, nodded to the little dumpling, and turned back to the house.
He doesn't like to drink these sweet and greasy drinks, he only likes to drink boiled water.
Chu Jin knew that she was here to ask him to play military chess, but the study task he arranged had not been completed, and he had obsessive-compulsive disorder in terms of study and reading.
If the learning task is not completed, do not allow yourself to be lazy and play.
Seeing that he accepted it, Song Qiaoxi was relieved, and rubbed her hands against the skirt.
Seeing that the door of the boiler room was open, Chu Jin had no intention of coming over to close it, so she couldn't help but glanced in.
Since Chu Jin moved in, she has never come in once. Every time she calls him, she shouts at the door and the boy comes out.
Song Qiaoxi was embarrassed to go in shamelessly if others didn't take the initiative to invite him.
To be honest, she has been curious for a long time. Now, what does the boiler room look like
But now, Chu Jin did not close the door, did he let her in by default
Ultimately, exuberant curiosity triumphed over shyness.
She grabbed the joy that was placed on the windowsill again, and poked her little head into the room a little: "Cough... Inner, my mother said to drink it while it's hot, no, drink it while it's on ice, it will be broken if it's too hot. ."
Taking this opportunity, I finally saw the whole picture of the renovated boiler room.
About 20 square meters of bay, the wall skirt is painted with green paint, and the wall is bright white.
A single wooden bed was placed against the wall. Next to the bed was a small desk with an army green lamp on the desk. There were stacks of textbooks wrapped in calendar paper, and a thick stack of books that I could not understand at all. And the Count of Monte Cristo, whose cover was already worn out.
Next to the desk is a bookcase and an old chest of drawers, and in the corner of the room are neatly placed washbasin racks, kettles, enamel basins, soap boxes and other miscellaneous daily necessities.
Chu Jin sat upright in front of the desk, holding a pencil in his hand, writing stroke by stroke.
With a "justifiable" reason, she dared to move to the desk step by step, put Joy next to the base of the lamp, and found that Chu Jin was practicing calligraphy on the Tianzi grid.
His handwriting is really good-looking, vigorous and powerful, unlike his own. In my memory, the teacher always said that her handwriting was like a dog crawling.
If you are not careful, the little head will get closer and closer.
"Bah," Chu Jin's pencil lead broke.
He took a deep breath and put down the pen.
This is... raw, angry
Song Qiaoxi took a step back, grabbed her curly hair with one hand, and smiled awkwardly.
Still thinking about how to apologize, only to hear the voices of a few familiar courtyard children talking loudly from outside the door.
"It's so big and still wet the bed! Don't be ashamed!"
"This blue plaid bed sheet belongs to the tramp? Get away, it stinks!"
"You all be careful, bed-wetting will be contagious, and whoever of you plays with Chu Jin in the future, or who is less than one meter away from him, will become a bed-wetting spirit who wets the bed every day!"
"Oh! It's so dirty, it's disgusting, I still wet the bed at the age of 7! Fortunately, Yangyang was the first to find out and tell us!"
…
Wang Junyang? !
The children in the courtyard outside the door were talking one after another, and the sound of messy footsteps came into the house, and it seemed that more children had gathered.
"Yangyang! When did you find out?"
"Oh, his door is open, did he pee in it again!"
"Hey...the boiler room stinks!"
It sounded like someone was pushing someone, and there was a "slap" sound.
Wang Junyang's loud voice sounded outside the door: "Who pushed me? Alright Ding Yi! Let's see if I don't throw you into the bed-wetting room and make you become a bed-wetting person too!"
"Slightly! You can't catch me, come on, come on, ah ha ha ha ha..."
The voice fluctuated far and near, but it could be heard that the speaker was Ding Yi.
It was a mess outside, the children were noisy and chattering.
Song Qiaoxi clenched her fist, she was really angry.
Why did the bed sheets that my mother washed clean in the morning become dirty after drying outside all day long
I finally figured out what Wang Junyang's words after lunch meant.
She listened to the words of the children headed by Wang Junyang outside, saying the most hurtful words in the most tender voice, her heart was scattered like beads with a broken thread, her cheeks were hot, and her body trembled slightly.
Don't say it, don't say it anymore...
Song Qiaoxi looked at Chu Jin, he sat in front of the desk with a straight back, and the tips of his fingers holding the pencil turned white.
He calmly opened the drawer, took out a green pencil sharpener, and sharpened his pencils quickly and accurately.
Chu Jin's forehead hair hadn't grown long, and he could clearly see his thick black eyebrows knit together, and his eyes were as black as an abyss.
It was she who didn't take care of Wang Junyang.
In any case, in the eyes of the children in the compound, Wang Junyang represents the "gang of three", and he is recognized as a small head of the "gang of three".
Turning around and running to the door, his eyes glanced at the children gathered by the open space.
When the children saw that Song Qiaoxi rushed out of the boiler room, the noise suddenly stopped.
Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were laughing and "fighting" together, but the two of them stood still, staring at her with puzzled eyes, as if asking, "Why are you here?!".
Song Qiaoxi's gaze stopped in the corner away from the crowd.
Standing against the wall was a little girl with a book in her hand and glasses, with her bangs on her sister's head.
Ding Miao
It is Ding Yi's twin sister. She never runs wild with children her age in the compound, and is called "cold" by the children.
Why are you here today...
Ding Miao glanced at her and buried her head in the book with a serious face.
There was nothing left, she had to do something.
When this kind of thing spreads out, Chu Jin will be laughed at by the children in the whole compound for a long time.
Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath and calmed down.
In the open space in front of the boiler room, a childish voice resounded like pearls and silver plates, each word was clear and pleasant, "He didn't wet the bed, I can testify that my parents were clean when they were drying the sheets in the morning, you can't do this. Tell him, he has a name, Chu Jin.
You all know Chu Jin. We all grew up in the same college. Before Chu Jin lived in the building next to my house, Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun used to prepare candy for all the children in the college during Chinese New Year. You don’t remember Yet
Uncle Chu is a people's policeman and a hero. Aunt Sun is a very good reporter. She is a colleague with our parents. Now that my uncle and aunt are gone, shouldn't we help them take care of Chu Jin? Why bully him and laugh at him, he didn't do anything bad..."
Chu Jin hasn't turned bad or done bad things. He was abandoned and hurt by relatives. He would help the whole family to do laundry, put band-aids on her, wrap her book covers, and always go to help her parents wash the dishes after dinner, knowing her If my leg is broken, I have to carry her...
Why, why don't you understand him
Song Qiaoxi felt so wronged for him.
At the end, his throat seemed to be blocked, and his throat was so dry that he was almost unable to speak.
The summer afternoon breeze blew across her face, and the corners of her eyes felt cool.
Most of the children hung their heads with guilt on their faces.
Some of them twisted their little hands together, some kicked the gravel on the ground and whispered "I'm sorry", and some wiped the golden peas hanging on their cheeks and sniffled.
Children are not unreasonable, everyone has a steelyard in their hearts.
It's just that the children are forgetful, and a group of children are habitually gregarious when they are together. Uncle Chu and Aunt Song are friendly, and they smiled at all the children in the compound when they were alive.
No matter what delicious food you buy, any child you meet in the courtyard will take the initiative to share it with them. During the Chinese New Year, a lot of expensive imported candies will be prepared, and all the children who come to pay their respects will give a bag.
Wang Junyang ignored Ding's fierce wink at him, and threw away Ding Yi's hand that was pulling his arm.
He trotted all the way to Song Qiaoxi and said loudly, "I, I really saw it. Chu Jin wet the bed. It must have been after your parents dried the sheets, when you were on your lunch break at noon."
His eyes were red, and he looked very aggrieved, and his face was flushed.
This wave of operations can completely stun the children watching and eating melons.
Xixi looks so sincere, and Yangyang looks aggrieved
Who is telling the truth and who is lying
Wait, Xixi and Yangyang are in the same group. Together with Ding Yi, they are the "Little Three Gang"!
This is, infighting
The children looked at each other in dismay, scratching their heads and biting their nails, as if they suddenly lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong.
Song Qiaoxi's fire rushed to her heart, and her breathing became rapid.
I wanted to save Wang Junyang some face, and asked him to apologize to Chu Jin in private, but I never expected that he would rush over to talk nonsense.
"You ate lunch at my house, and when you left, you asked me which color is more yellow, Jianlibao or Xurisheng!"
He raised his little finger and pointed at Wang Junyang to question him.
Wang Junyang took her hand and pulled the person back, whispering: "Xixi, don't stand here, this is the home of bed-wetting sperm, be careful of contamination. I, I'll treat you to fried skewers, please. Go with Ding Yi? Ham sausage, flesh and blood are not blurred, flesh and blood are connected, big vegetarian chicken, rice cakes, you can order whatever you want!"
Angrily wanting to shake off his hand, "No, let me go, go and apologize to Chu Jin!" Song Qiaoxi raised the volume and tried to break free, her other hand grabbed the door frame and wanted to retreat into the room.
Wang Junyang grabbed Song Qiaoxi with both hands and pulled it out, his eyebrows twitched: "I don't! Why do you have to play with him, he's a bedwetter!"
The two were pulling and pulling, and no one noticed that there were more figures beside them.
Chu Jin heard Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang's dispute, so he put down his pen and walked to the door.
Seeing Wang Junyang pulling the person out desperately, the little dumpling had water vapor hidden in her big eyes, and her face was as red as a red apple. She grabbed the door frame with one hand, and was pulled so much that she almost squatted on the ground.
Wang Junyang's unbridled way of pulling the glutinous dumplings made the pale, tall and thin boy's chest tighten.
He doesn't care about the pranks of the children in the compound, such childish tricks don't bother to care about them, whatever they say.
When it comes to fighting alone, no one of his age will be his opponent. After all, he has practiced Taekwondo for so many years, but he cannot do anything by bullying the weak.
But now, seeing the obvious red marks on Song Qiaoxi's tender and white wrists by Wang Junyang, the manic depression and anger in his heart rose to the peak.
Grabbing Wang Junyang's arm, he said coldly, "Let go."
Wang Junyang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head following the voice.
Seeing that Chu Jin was staring at him with a cold face, his brows did not wrinkle, but those eyes were terrifyingly dark, and at a glance, he knew that he was angry.
Glancing at the surrounding children in the courtyard, Wang Junyang thought, if he was cowardly at this time, it would be too shameful!
It is absolutely impossible to admit that he did it by himself. Anyway, except Ding Yi, no one knows that he splashed the rising sun on Chu Jin's sheets.
Simply dead duck with a hard mouth and a stubborn neck: "I won't! You loosen your hand... ah!"
Song Qiaoxi withdrew her wrist amid Wang Junyang's screams, sat down on the ground, supported her body with her right hand, gritted her teeth and stood up from the ground.
She was surprised to see Wang Junyang's angry little tiger pounced on Chu Jin, and the two of them scuffled together in the open space at the door.
"stop fighting!"
Without any hesitation, Tuanzi hurried forward to pull the frame, but was pushed by Wang Junyang in a panic.
She landed on her knees and slammed into the concrete.
It was so painful, there were a lot of rubble on the ground, and just a few days ago, my knee became a lot of red, and blood began to ooze out from some places.
"It's a fight, it's a fight! Go and call the adults!"
"The 'Little Three' Gang and Chu Jin are fighting!"
"Uncle Song! Uncle Wang! Xixi and Yangyang fought..."
When the children onlookers saw that someone had put up a lottery, they dispersed in a bird and beast manner. The same artificial "broadcast" as the "small speaker" could be heard everywhere in the compound.
Ding's bungalow is very close to the boiler room. Dad Wang and Dad Song heard the child's shouting, and tacitly folded a large number of cards on the table, and followed the sound to the boiler room.
Before Dad went out, he turned his head anxiously and shouted to a few old buddies: "Wait for me to continue, don't peek at the cards! Brat, see how I deal with him, it's a pity that I have a good hand... "
The adults hurried to the scene and separated the two boys first.
Dad Wang pulled them aside and took a general look. The two boys were fine except for a little bruise.
He poked his son's forehead with a very daddy face: "Wang Junyang, you are really good, I know with my toes that it was you who moved first!"
"I'm not! I don't! Dad, don't talk nonsense! It was Chu Jin who moved first! He even pushed Xixi down!"
Wang Junyang was like an irritable little rooster, his throat was screaming, and he wished his hair would explode.
Father Song put his daughter in his arms and checked the wound on her knee, "Does it hurt?"
She pursed her lips and shook her head, holding back tears and whispering, "I didn't fight... Dad, it wasn't me who was pushed by Chu Jin."
She has worked hard to be a good child. This time she really didn't fight, she went to fight...
"I believe in your evil! Wang Junyang, tell me the truth, what's going on."
Father Wang grabbed Wang Junyang's collar and took Chu Jin with one hand to Father Song.
Chu Jin's eyes were red, and he bit his lip and said nothing.
Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang insisted on their own words, but the words of the two children were completely reversed.
Wang Junyang glanced at Ding Yi, who was hiding in the corner with a flushed face.
With a good finger, he shouted confidently: "Dad, Uncle Song, if you don't believe me, ask Ding Yi, Ding Yi can testify to me that I didn't do it!"
Ding Yi, who was named, shrank his head and hid behind Ding Miao, daring not to come out.
On the other hand, Ding Miao closed the book, glanced at his younger brother behind him, pushed his glasses and walked over quietly.
Ding Miao said calmly and clearly in a thin voice: "Uncle, Wang Junyang poured a drink on the sheets at noon. I was reading on the stairs at the entrance of the neighborhood committee, and I saw that Song Qiaoxi was accidentally pushed down by Wang Junyang. It wasn't Chu Jin's push, Song Qiaoxi didn't fight."
After speaking, Ding Miao nodded politely to the adults, hugged the book, and walked home without looking back.
The adults in the entire compound knew that Ding Miao was the most obedient and quiet little girl, never mischievous, and her words had the most credibility among children.
Ding Miao's mouth, Song's father and Wang's father were like mirrors in their hearts, and they solved the case immediately.
Ding Yi chased behind his sister's butt, gave Wang Junyang a "finished" gesture, and hurriedly escaped from the "crime" scene.
Wang Junyang was about to go crazy, stomped his feet in anger, and let out a "wow" cry.