Song Qiaoxi was very grateful to Ding Miao.
She felt that Ding Miao was not like the "coldness" that other children said, but a righteous child, and even hoped to be a good partner with Ding Miao.
Wang Junyang's deafening cry attracted everyone's attention.
She turned her head blankly and looked at Wang Junyang, who was crying with a big face.
Wang Junyang's mouth widened, his eyes were tightly closed, and he let out a shrill cry like a small animal, as if he had been wronged by the sky.
"You poured drinks on other people's sheets and framed them. What's the matter? Do you still make sense? Don't cry, Wang Junyang, a manly man dares to act!" Father Wang grabbed the bear boy by the ear and dragged him to Chu Jin. , "Apologize to little brother."
"Woooooo... I, I don't apologize, I'm right! You all like Chu Jin, and after Chu Jin came, even my father doesn't like me anymore, I hate all of you!"
He grabbed Dad's other arm, "Ouch" and bit it.
"Hi..." Father Wang cried out in pain, jumping to the side like an electric shock, and a row of deep tooth marks appeared on his arm.
Seeing Wang Junyang slaughtering the girl, he ran, and he was so angry that he chased after him: "Hey! This brat wants to eat bamboo shoots and fried meat! If you have the ability, don't run..."
At the door of the boiler room compound, only the Song family's father and daughter looked dumbfounded, and Chu Jin frowned and looked serious, like a little adult.
The three were messed up in the wind.
"Is Xiao Chu all right? Uncle, take a look."
Hearing what Dad said, Song Qiaoxi obediently got off his lap.
Seeing his father beckoning to Chu Jin, he carefully inspected the wound on his body and asked the boy to move his arms and legs.
He rubbed Chu Jin's head and said with a smile, "It should be fine, go home and clean it up, and give you and Xixi some purple potion."
"Daughter, can you go?"
Dad put his hands on his knees and stood up to ask her.
Song Qiaoxi nodded, moved her knees, and grinned twice to show her father.
"My daughter is genuine leather, so let's take the sheets first? Chu Jin is fine, go home and ask Auntie to find you a clean sheet to put on. When your uncle Wang catches Yangyang, he will definitely press his head. Apologize to you." Dad winked at Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi, and patted the boy's thin shoulder, "Let's get some more, and leave the pillows to Xixi. She's short and can't get much, okay?"
Chu Jin nodded and helped Dad Song collect the sheets together with Song Qiaoxi.
The old man is holding a large pile of large flower peonies towel quilts, the young man is holding the plaid bed sheet soiled by the bear children, and the little girl is holding the embroidered pillowcase with double happiness and mandarin ducks.
The big one brought the two small ones with painted colors, and returned home with such a refreshing style.
The three quietly changed their shoes at the door, and no one said a word.
Song Qiaoxi raised her head and glanced. Her mother was sitting at the table in the living room and preparing for the lesson. She should have heard the movement and put down her lesson plan and pen to greet the three of them.
Quickly bow your head.
"This, Lao Song, what's going on?"
The soprano was online again, her mother stared at Song Qiaoxi's soiled dress and bruised knees, her voice was a little more questioning, "Xixi, just a few days ago, I went to fight again, and brought Chu Jin... . . . tsk, school starts the day after tomorrow, so you two just go to school like this?"
Song Qiaoxi looked at her mother's usually gentle eyes like water, but now she stared like a copper bell, shrinking her neck unconsciously.
I almost forgot that I was a cub with a "document".
Looking back a little bit, two months ago, when the original owner came home with "glorious glory" several times a week, it was no wonder that my mother reacted so much.
"Daughter-in-law, I really don't blame Xixi this time." Dad took the pillow towel from her and stood in front of his daughter, "I've made it clear, it's not our daughter who took the initiative to pick things up, and it's not Xiao Chu's fault. Son, it's Yang Yang of the old Wang family..."
After listening to Dad's narration, Song Qiaoxi finally let go of her heart.
Mom shook her head gently, her face was not very good-looking, and while instructing Dad to put away the sheets, she went to the drawer under the TV cabinet to find the medicine box.
After that, he took her and Chu Jin to clean the wound, disinfected with hydrogen peroxide, and applied purple potion.
"Mom, Wang Junyang made the first move. Chu Jin was just defending himself, and I didn't take the initiative to cause trouble."
Nuo Tuanzi sat on the chair and defended in a low voice, fearing that his mother was still angry.
Mom blew two breaths on her medicated knee, which was cool and comfortable.
"I know, Xixi, mom..." Mom sighed softly, raised her head, those tender eyes came back, a soft and warm hand wrapped her little hand, "Mom I want to apologize to you, I shouldn't have criticized you for no reason without asking about the situation just now, it's my mother's fault."
Then, I saw my mother turned her head and smiled at Chu Jin: "Chu Jin, did Auntie scare you? Auntie also apologized to you. I didn't mean to lose my temper just now."
Song Qiaoxi was stunned for a moment, and was at a loss for a moment.
Mom is apologizing to herself and Chu Jin
But they are obviously two children!
No matter in the memory of the orphanage or in the new memory, she subconsciously always believed that what adults do is right, and adults will not make mistakes.
Now her mother even apologized to her, which shocked her.
After digesting for a long time, they are still in a state of shock, their mouths are open, not knowing what to say.
"Mom promises you that Chu Jin is just here, let the little brother be a witness, and you must first ask what happened in the future. Xixi has been doing so well for the past two months, mother should believe that Xixi is not naughty. Yes, it's my mother's habitual thinking."
Watching her mother touch the end of Chu Chu, pinching her cheek.
Song Qiaoxi finally managed to get out of the "scared".
It turns out that adults and children alike make mistakes
But it doesn't matter. For her, her mother's mistakes didn't hurt her at all. On the contrary, her mother gave her a lot of love, which long ago offset this trivial little mistake.
Thinking of this, Nuo Tuanzi waved his hand generously and kissed his mother's cheek: "It's okay, mother, I will always forgive you."
Mom's eyes were bright like stars, her complexion was as white as snow, and her face had no wrinkles at all. Her long brown hair was braided into a thick braid and hung down on her chest, as beautiful as a princess.
She wished her mother would always be so young, so energetic and so beautiful.
In the plot of the original book, such a good mother will be in her third year of junior high school, because her father was falsely accused of being in prison and then begged for help, but was repeatedly frustrated, and finally fell into a trance and was severely depressed.
At the age of nineteen, my father died in a car accident not long after he was released from prison, and my mother suffered a mental breakdown, completely lost her ability to take care of herself, and died of depression in a mental hospital.
Thinking of this, Song Qiaoxi's chest was so tight that she couldn't breathe.
She would never allow these bad things to happen to her parents, what's more, the original owner entrusted her parents to her when she was transmigrating.
Now that she has received the favor of her parents, she is willing to take on the responsibility of protecting them.
Guard your parents, guard Chu Jin, guard this family...
I am worthy of myself, and I am also worthy of the person who regretted leaving.
Even in her heart, she has long regarded Chu Jin as a part of this family.
She is confident that she can change all this, because Chu Jin's life path has already begun to change.
He didn't live on the streets, and he wasn't sent to a "prostitution house" as a "problem child". Although the boiler room was not the best choice for her, it was better than others.
"Xixi just forgive her mother, she will pay attention to it in the future."
Her mother took a sip of her face, and plucked her ponytails again.
The braid should have come off when she was pulling with Wang Junyang, and several strands of broken hair were drooping beside her ears, making her cheeks itch.
Mom smoothed out her little curly hair with her hands, pulling her little head to the side, shaking her head from time to time, making a painful "hissing" sound from time to time.
From such a comparison, it seems that the last time Chu Jin tied her pigtails, he didn't hurt his scalp a little bit
Nuo Tuanzi listened to her mother and said while tying her pigtails: "Chu Jin, we are about to eat. You and Xixi will play at home for a while, so you won't go back. After dinner, I will find clean sheets for you, and my aunt will bring them. You go back to bed."
"Um."
Chu Jin replied lightly and nodded to Song Mama.
He looked at Song Qiaoxi's two crooked ponytails, which were miraculously turned back to neatness under his aunt's hands, like the tail of a little curly lion, which fell obediently on his shoulders.
The little girl shook her head very restlessly, letting the big waves of curly hair swept across her cheeks, she scratched her face with her tender white hands, and she was dumbfounded.
For a while, Chu Jin couldn't help thinking: he can't even tie a braid, and it seems that he has no ability to take care of himself at all.
How could a fluffy little glutinous ball have the courage to rush to the door of the boiler room to speak for him regardless
Aren't Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang good friends
She had such a big quarrel with her good friend that she was about to fight because...
because of yourself
Then Song Qiaoxi, will you still reconcile with Wang Junyang
With this doubt, Chu Jin was dragged into her room by Song Qiaoxi.
She gave him the only chair in the small room, and dragged her right leg back and forth from the bookshelf to carry several stacks of books, spreading them out on the desk like a stall.
""Mickey Mouse", "Monkey King Three Beats the Bone Spirit", "The Three Brothers of Nezha", "Pippi Longstocking", "Hem Baby", "The Little Princess"..."
The little girl put her hands behind her back and read the name to him.
The voice became smaller and smaller, and finally seeing her raise her right hand, she scratched her head nervously, not paying attention to pick up a few strands of hair.
Chu Jin wanted to hold her hand a little, for fear that she would mess up the ponytail she just tied again.
Fingertips trembled twice, holding back.
"Don't you like reading books, but I don't have "The Count of Monte Cristo" at home. I told my dad and he said he would take me to the Xinhua Bookstore to buy it next weekend.
I asked my father, he said that "The Count of Monte Cristo" was written by the French writer Alexandre Dumas, and he also wrote a copy of "The Three Musketeers". My father said that I would buy it together on the weekend. Do you have any other books you want to read? Time to buy it back for you.
You will look at these first, okay? If we don't want to read books, we can play checkers, backgammon, Monopoly? "
Song Qiaoxi put her face on her hands, leaned on the table and tilted her head to look at him.
Big eyes blinked in anticipation.
Looking at the posture, this is to take out all the family.
To be honest, Chu Jin has no interest in these books at all, and he didn't read these villain books with pictures when he was very young.
When my father was alive, he would let friends send English original books and tapes from abroad, and Chinese books were classical masterpieces as thick as gnawing and turning heads.
Just in the face of the little girl's kindness, Chu Jin couldn't refuse her twinkling eyes no matter what.
"this."
He picked up a yellow-covered copy of Pippi Longstocking.
In fact, she was simply attracted by the little girl with two braids on the cover holding the monkey. Her mischievous eyes were a bit like Song Qiaoxi.
Opening the hard-shell cover, suddenly, the small space around is full of grandma's sweetness.
Chu Jin raised his eyes and met Song Qiaoxi's watery eyes. In a blink of an eye, his thick eyelashes fanned like a small fan.
It was so close to her breath that she sprayed it softly on his face.
Song Qiaoxi was very excited when she found out that Chu Jin had chosen this book, she loved "Pippi Longstocking".
Pippi, the protagonist in the book, she likes it so much!
Immediately came up to Chu Jin, and started Amway incessantly: "Wow! You are so tasteful, this book is super nice!"
Seeing Chu Jin's eyes a little hesitant, he thought he didn't believe him.
Nuo Tuanzi was a little anxious, put his hands on the table, and leaned closer to Chu Jin: "Don't believe it, Pippi is a very cool little girl, her father is the king of the island, she lives alone In a small house, rich as a god of wealth, strong enough to lift a horse... "
When she was in the orphanage, Song Qiaoxi was also considered a child king, and everyone liked to play with her at ordinary times.
But she has a fatal flaw, that is, whether she is reading a book or watching a drama, she loves spoilers, and she doesn't know it.
She always wondered why in the library of the orphanage, the children were unwilling to sit with her, and no one wanted to be next to her when watching TV on weekends
Chu Jin tilted his neck back slightly, staring at Song Qiaoxi's small mouth, which was opened and closed for at least ten minutes.
Cough, don't say, the little girl has a good ability to summarize.
After listening to her, he doesn't need to read this book...
The rest of the time was until before dinner, whenever Chu Jin picked up a book, Nuo Tuanzi was like a little "tour guide" who had memorized the lines of the scenic spots by heart and was dedicated to his work.
With a small mouth, he summed up the whole plot without any sloppyness.
Precise to not pull down every cool point...
Makes me less interested in this book.
Chu Jin endured it for a long time and tried to interrupt Song Qiaoxi several times, but stopped when the words reached his lips.
Looking at the starlight shining in Nuo Tuanzi's big round eyes, even when she talked about excitement, a pair of tender white hands would wave in the air, as if holding an invisible brush to present the story in the book in front of him.
He seemed to have seen with his own eyes the red-haired, freckled Pippi who made pancakes for his best friend and beat the eggs into his hair; he saw Sun Wukong driving a somersault cloud to protect his master Tang Sanzang and three dozen white bone spirits; Pig Heng Heng eats watermelon without spitting out seeds, dreaming that watermelon will grow out of his stomach.
Chu Jin no longer believed in these beautiful fairy tales of naive "liar to children" after the death of his parents.
But just today, a cute and cute little dumpling showed him the most beautiful fairy tale world in her heart without reservation.
Song Qiaoxi didn't "let him go" until Dad Song came to tell them to wash their hands and eat.
When the glutinous dumpling heard "sweet and sour pork loin", it jumped faster than anyone else.
Like a little white rabbit with a crippled leg, she limped into the bathroom and washed her hands in seconds.
The speed is so fast that it seems to only turn on the faucet to wet the fingers, and the soap does not touch...
Is eating so important to Song Qiaoxi
Chu Jin's mother has been educating him, and the disease comes from the mouth.
He washes his hands, every finger should be washed, and in terms of personal hygiene, he is somewhat obsessed with cleanliness.
The little girl passed by him, and Chu Jin took a step forward.
There is a red panda Panpan soap box on the sink, and the Shufujia soap in the box is dry...
The axis was inexplicably turned up, he turned around dissatisfied, and grabbed the wet wrist of the glutinous dumpling, which was muttering "Sweet and sour tenderloin is good, sweet and sour tenderloin is wonderful".
Whispered: "Have you made soap?"
Song Qiaoxi, whose mind was full of sweet and sour tenderloin, was stunned for a moment. She didn't understand what Chu Jin said. She turned her head in confusion and blinked: "What did you say?"
"You, wash your hands and soap?"
The bathroom didn't turn on the lights, and with the yellow lights in the hallway, she raised her eyes and watched Chu Jin's thin lips spit out a few words clearly.
Cowardly now.
To blame, blame the sweet and sour pork loin for being too tempting...
Song Qiaoxi shrank her neck and returned to the sink, turned on the faucet, and recited the "Seven-step Handwashing Song" taught by the kindergarten teacher. It took half a minute to wash the chubby hands.
Then he made a gesture of surrender, raised his two hands in front of Chu Jin, and pouted a little aggrievedly: "Is it alright?"
Seeing that Chu Jin's pointed chin moved slightly, she licked her lips, dragged her right leg, and returned to the living room with the smell of sweet and sour oil.
Two enamel plates in the middle of the dining table are filled with sweet and sour tenderloin with a reddish yellow inside.
Each piece of tenderloin that was fried just right was evenly coated with the glittering sauce, and the surface was sprinkled with a layer of white sesame seeds, which made the dumplings gluttonous.
The sweet and sour pork loin made by my mother is a must. The shell is crispy and not greasy, the oil is well controlled, and the sauce hanging on the surface will not soften the crisp shell. When you take a bite, the skin is crispy and crisp, and the tenderloin inside is tender and delicious.
Not worthy of dry rice, Song Qiaoxi could eat half a plate by himself.
Holding up her very clean little hands, she climbed up on the chair, rested her hands on the dining table, and intoxicatedly took a deep breath of the sweet and sour aroma.
Just when the unsatisfactory saliva was about to be saved, I heard my mother shouting in the kitchen: "Xixi, Chu Jin, serve the meal."
"Come on." Cui Shengsheng agreed, she climbed off the chair with her right leg, and walked into the kitchen first.
"You eat these?"
Looking up at my mother, she poured a spoonful of pearl rice from the rice cooker into the bowl, tilted the bowl, and showed her how much there was.
"It could be a little more."
She swallowed and gestured with her right thumb and index finger together.
Today is sweet and sour pork loin! How can such a little rice be enough
Look at Dad again, yoho, Dad is making cold shredded radish, and there is a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the stove.
Tsk tsk tsk, all good dishes for dinner.
"These?"
Mom smiled and shook her head, adding half a spoonful.
"it is good."
He happily returned to the dining table with his small enamel bowl, and soon, Chu Jin also came over with a bowl of white rice.
Two plates of sweet and sour pork loin on the table, one plate is to be given to Uncle Wang's house, as a return gift from Wang Junyang for Wuxi spare ribs and dried duck.
Usually it is sent by Song Qiaoxi.
Only today, she was still angry with Wang Junyang and broke her leg again, so she was naturally unwilling to go to Wang's house to deliver food.
Father Song asked, guessing that she didn't want to, nor did she force it.
He took the plate of sweet and sour pork loin upstairs, came back in a few minutes, and the four of them sat down to have dinner.
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After dinner, after watching the weather forecast after the news broadcast, my mother found a clean bed sheet and accompanied Chu Jin back to the boiler room to change it.
Song Qiaoxi had eaten too much, and her belly was bulging, so she had to follow her, and Quan Dang went for a walk after dinner.
The two children couldn't get involved in changing the sheets, and Mother Song didn't let them get involved, and let them go out for a walk and digest the food.
It's almost September, the open space of the compound at night, the breeze is gentle, and it is not suitable for people.
Song Qiaoxi paced the open space in front of the boiler room, counting her steps as she walked: "One step, two steps, three steps..."
Her father told her that she would walk a hundred steps after meals and live to be ninety-nine. She wanted to live as long as possible, so that she could stay with her parents for a longer time.
Chu Jin held an English book, sat on the doorstep, and slowly turned the pages by the corridor lamp.
She had just turned in a small circle, when she saw from a distance under the dim streetlights of the compound, two figures, one tall and one short, came towards them.
Taking a closer look, isn't this Uncle Wang and Wang Junyang
Uncle Wang waved at her with a smile, Wang Junyang held a thick hardcover book in his arms, pouted, glanced at her reluctantly, and said nothing.
"Uncle Wang."
Song Qiaoxi greeted politely, her eyes drifted over Wang Junyang without stopping.
She didn't take the initiative to say hello to Wang Junyang, she thought, this time unless he apologized, she would not forgive him.
Uncle Wang patted Wang Junyang on the shoulder and pushed him towards the steps where Chu Jin was sitting: "How can I guarantee my parents at home? Go and see how you behave."
Wang Junyang dragged his feet and walked around her dejectedly.
Walking up to Chu Jin with difficulty, he muttered: "Chu Jin is sorry, I shouldn't have poured drinks on your sheets, I shouldn't have framed you for urinating, bed-wetting, and I shouldn't have fought with you, I was wrong... ... "
After speaking, Wang Junyang put the book in his arms on Chu Jin's knee, turned and ran to Song Qiaoxi.
Only then did she see clearly the cover of the book. It was a hardcover version of "Encyclopedia for Children and Children". The cover was green and had a giant panda on it.
This book is Wang Junyang's favorite book. When he is playing at his house, it is easy not to let others touch it.
Looking up close, Wang Junyang blushed like a monkey's butt, and said in a small voice with his hands behind his back, "Xixi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you..."
From the moment Wang Junyang apologized to Chu Jin, most of Song Qiaoxi's anger disappeared.
She knew that Wang Junyang's nature was not bad, and that his and Ding Yi's "bad behavior", in the final analysis, had nothing to do with her.
After seeing his favorite book, he sincerely apologized, knowing that Wang Junyang had figured it out.
Just when Nuo Tuanzi was about to open her mouth, Wang Junyang quietly grabbed her wrist and said cautiously, "Xixi, I, I'm just a little scared, I'm afraid that you will only be with Chu Jin in the future, and then you will ignore me and Ding Yi again. .. ”
After being stunned for a few seconds, Song Qiaoxi understood Wang Junyang's worries from his cowardly words.
In the orphanage before, she was used to the coming and going of her companions, and she grew savagely like a weed.
No parents, no home, no one to care about, nothing to care about...
And everything Wang Junyang did was to use the only way a six-year-old could think of to cover up his fear, fear of losing the friendship that he cared for the baby with all his heart.
She should have thought of a better solution earlier.
Song Qiaoxi grabbed Wang Junyang's wrist with his backhand, dragged him to the front of Chu Jin, motioned him to squat down with him, and tapped the encyclopedia on Chu Jin's knee with the other hand.
Seeing Chu Jin raised his head from the book, his eyes were shining black, and there was no emotion in his eyes staring at them.
At this time, a bunch of figures fell next to the three of them.