The thin figure is Ding Yi.
He didn't know when, and came over quietly.
Ding Yi held a blue dolphin water loop toy in his hand, grabbed the other arm awkwardly with the other hand, put the toy in front of Chu Jin, pursed his mouth, and whispered, "I'm sorry. ."
He pushed on his glasses, glanced behind him, and squatted to Song Qiaoxi's right.
Song Qiaoxi followed his line of sight and glanced back, and found the back of a little girl with short hair, walking quietly and unhurriedly, heading towards the bungalow.
Ding Miao
Looking back at Ding Yi, he couldn't help but feel amused by the small appearance of his face being pressed on the head to apologize.
It seemed that Ding Miao had taught him a lesson.
Don't say, the little girl who looks quiet and calm, didn't expect to be so majestic
To be honest, it's different from the original owner's temperament.
Although Song Qiaoxi also likes these boys, she is more eager to be friends with girls of the same age.
Just looking around in the courtyard, except for a few older sisters, girls of the same age or younger than her, except Ding Miao, who were basically bullied by the original owner.
A little girl of this age is different from a foolish boy. She holds a lot of vengeance. Naturally, she does not dare to act rashly.
If this is rashly going to be friends with others, it is very likely that there will be a terrifying large-scale "head-pulling flower" scene.
For fear that several little sisters who have been "oppressed" will come to her to avenge the original owner...
At present, it is not impossible to become good friends with Miaomiao
In the afternoon, Ding Miao was still talking for her.
It doesn't matter, Ding Miao is also assigned to the fifth class of the first grade of the primary school attached to the normal school, and then there will be time to develop a relationship with her.
Let's solve these two naughty bags first.
Chu Jin looked at the three little dots squatting in front of him, wondering what the three of them meant
The little Nuo Tuan headed in the middle rolled his eyes, put one hand on the book on his lap, and slapped the writing with his short fingers, making a soft sound of "click, click, click".
He always felt that Song Qiaoxi, this ghostly elf, was making some crazy ideas, and he frowned silently.
I saw her smile and said to the boy dolls on the left and right: "Bring it with your hands."
The back of Song Qiaoxi's hand was lightly covered with a wheat-colored slender palm, followed by a short slap. Three small palms were stacked on the belly of the giant panda cover of the encyclopedia.
Chu Jin saw her raised her face and stuck out her tongue playfully.
The fleshy little face has a pointed chin, and the forehead hair is wet with sweat, and it is curled up against the temples. Under the orange light, the little girl is as cute as a sweet apricot with a sour head in summer.
Xiao Nuo Tuan raised his chin at him, his tone was soft and waxy, but his eyes showed unquestionable firmness, even with a hint of an order, "Bring your hands up too."
No one can command Chu Jin, even if his parents are alive, they will not speak to him in a commanding tone.
But at this moment, he was stunned.
Unknowingly, she closed the original English version of "To Kill a Mockingbird" in her hand, hesitated for a while, and gently placed her right hand on the back of Ding Yi's hand under her urging.
The back of Chu Jin's hand bulged as much as possible, deliberately avoiding unnecessary physical contact.
"From today, we will officially change our name to the 'Little Four* Gang'."
When Song Qiaoxi said these words, the three boys had six eyes, and their sharp eyes shot at her face like swords.
Fortunately, her eyes can't emit lasers, otherwise she would have been slag in seconds...
Coughing twice awkwardly, she opened her mouth and looked around with a smile, "Cough cough, inside, since you have put your hands and hands over, you are not allowed to go back on your words.
From today onwards, we should be each other's best partners, help each other, unite and love each other, and be a socialist that emphasizes civilization, courtesy, hygiene, order, morality, beauty in mind, language, behavior, and environment. Successor, try to do your part for building a harmonious socialist society! "
After Chu Jin listened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked down at her, and Tuanzi just looked up at him.
He regretted it.
What "Little Four* Gang"
I just don't have time to mess around with these bastards...
Frowning slightly, Chu Jin just wanted to raise his hand, when a small meat claw slapped it back with a "click".
Song Qiaoxi stood up, pressed the hands of several people with all her strength, and took out the speed of storytelling "spoilers": "Put your hands up and you won't regret it, stick your palms together for a hundred years, and don't change whoever changes who is a puppy. !"
Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand away, swayed her right hand that was about to become numb, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, I will never allow myself to fight with my own people in the future, now we are all grasshoppers tied to a rope. "
Tuanzi turned her back in satisfaction and continued her plan of "walking a hundred steps after dinner and living to ninety-nine".
The three boys who stayed where they were, looked at each other.
Then everyone hurriedly pulled back their palms, doing "washing hands" with disgust, or wiping their palms on their panties.
However, the eyes of the three boys looking at each other were obviously calmer.
Although, there is still disgust visible to the naked eye. . . .
But boys, they don't know each other even if they don't fight each other, and they become good buddies.
How would they know now that the boys who seem to be "good looking" will become dead brothers in the future
"Aren't you coming for a walk? My dad said, walk a hundred steps after dinner and live to ninety-nine, let's live to ninety-nine together!"
The dumpling greeted the remaining three members of the "Little Four* Gang" warmly.
At this time, the three people made the action of "no, no, no" in a unified way...
Like the triplets, their movements are uniform and their expressions are exactly the same.
On August 31, 1996, on the summer night of this Saturday, the sound of children playing games came from the open space in front of the boiler room.
Not far away, there are children playing "1, 2, 3, Wooden Man", some children humming "Ma Lan Hua Twenty-one" and jumping rubber bands, there is also a small glutinous ball with curly hair and double ponytails, like a "little old man" Counting the steps with the hands behind the back, circling in circles on the concrete open space.
There were also three little boys, standing side by side in a row on the steps of the boiler room door.
The short man with glasses on the far left, called Ding Yi, was holding the blue dolphin water ring game console in his hand and pressed hard, as if his toes were straining; Wang Junyang, holding the "Encyclopedia for Children" Nature and Environment Volume in his hand, fondly touched the hard shell of the book; the boy sitting in the middle looked like a paper man who came out of a cartoon, with all his surnames Chu and his name. Holding a volume of foreign books with black and red covers in his hand, his slender fingers casually turned the pages.
Before elementary school, the last long, hot summer was over...
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Early in the morning, Song Qiaoxi was wearing the summer school uniform of the primary school attached to the normal school, a green and white navy-collar short-sleeved shirt, a green suspender skirt, a little yellow hat on her head, a bag of chocolate milk in her mouth, outside the parents' stop line, and her feet were everywhere. look around.
Standing beside her was Chu Jin, who was standing tall and straight, with his hands in his pockets with an expressionless face.
He was also wearing a school uniform, the boys' summer uniform top was the same as the girls', and the bottoms were green shorts.
The color of the school uniform itself is a bit rustic, and the style is not good-looking.
Fortunately, the two dolls are good-looking, and their school uniforms were changed by their mother to Ding's mother. They fit very well on them, and they look very energetic, just like the little models in children's pictorial.
The two fresh and lovely little people easily attracted the attention of many students and parents.
Today is September 2, 1996, the first day of the new semester of the Primary School Affiliated to Normal University.
The attached elementary school has regulations. In order to cultivate the independence of students, parents are only allowed to send Xiaodouding in the first grade without a red scarf.
After the two hundred meters to the school gate, the students were asked to walk over by themselves.
Every few meters, senior brothers and sisters wear armbands on duty to check the grooming and appearance of elementary school students, and also escort the younger brothers and sisters.
For example, there is a flag-raising ceremony on Monday, and all students in the school need to wear school uniforms. Students after the second grade must wear red scarves and little yellow hats every day for trivial chores.
If the senior students on duty find any unqualified places, they should record them and deduct the class's civilized discipline points.
Parents sent them to the parents stop line, and told the old man to leave before leaving.
Song Qiaoxi looked around, and finally saw Ding Yi and Ding Miao in the crowd who were neatly dressed, and Wang Junyang who didn't seem to wake up, holding a bottle of Wahaha AD calcium milk in his hand.
"Miaomiao..."
She excitedly wanted to step up to Latin Miao's hand and call out his name affectionately.
As a result, Ding Miao didn't seem to hear it. She lowered her head and clutched the strap of her schoolbag, and walked towards the school gate mixed with the flow of people.
Wang Junyang yawned, spread Wahaha in front of her, and asked lazily, "Xixi, why don't we have a red scarf?"
"We are not young pioneers yet. We have to join the young pioneers before we can get red scarves." She scratched her head in frustration, with milk in her mouth, her voice sticky.
By the way, he waved his hand, rejected Wang Junyang's AD calcium milk, and pointed to the milk in his mouth, meaning that she had milk.
"Walk?"
Chu Jin's voice was low, not like the clear voice typical of boys of this age.
Only a single syllable word was issued, but it was irresistible like a general giving orders.
Song Qiaoxi followed behind him unhappily, pulling Ding Yi and Wang Junyang, and the four of them walked towards the school together.
Xiao Nuo Tuan was rejected by Ding Miao, still a little sad, his mood was not particularly high, he sighed in a low voice, alas...
She was determined to prove to Ding Miao that she was a worthy partner.
Now that the "Little Four People's Gang" has Xueba Chu Jin joined, and relying on the knowledge learned in his ten-year-old memory, they will definitely impress Ding Miao!
He even secretly hoped that if Ding Miao also joined and became the "Little Gang of Five", it seemed not bad
The classroom of the fifth class of the first grade is on the first floor of the north building of the teaching building.
The three children who have attended preschool have already figured out the layout of the school and found the classroom with ease.
Song Qiaoxi remembered that on the day she came to the school to watch the class assignment and receive teaching materials, Ding's mother told her mother that more than half of the fifth class in the first grade were the children of their newspaper office, and the remaining thirty or so children came in after paying a large amount of sponsorship fees. Cross-district students.
The Primary School Affiliated to Teachers College is a demonstration key primary school with the highest teaching quality in Qizhou. Although Qizhou in 1996 is the provincial capital, there are not many people who can pay the sponsorship fee in primary schools.
It can be said that the family background of the school-chosen students in the fifth class of the first grade should not be underestimated.
Passing through the hall of the north building of the teaching building, Song Qiaoxi heard a deafening scuffle.
All the way through the first class to the fourth class, the movement became more and more quiet, in addition to the children's screams and laughter, there were also the "squeaky" sounds of the tables, chairs and benches.
"Well, I want to shush, Ding Yi, you accompany me to the toilet." Wang Junyang frowned, covered his stomach, and pulled Ding Yi.
The little glasses didn't stand still, pushed the glasses with his hand, and said to Song Qiaoxi helplessly, "Xixi, you go to the class first, I'll accompany him and come back to find you."
Song Qiaoxi nodded, but wanted to laugh a little.
In my previous memory, I only remembered that girls would go to the toilet together, but I didn't expect Wang Junyang to have someone to accompany him
Waving to the two little boys who were running in the opposite direction, she and Chu Jin walked along the corridor.
The two of them stood at the door of the classroom with the wooden sign of the fifth class of the first grade.
"Ahahahaha..."
A burst of arrogant laughter came from the open door.
Does this sound familiar
"Come on, the children of our newspaper office are all sitting in the front row. Other children who are not in the courtyard of our newspaper office are not allowed to sit. They all stand up and line up to stand at the back of the classroom!"
Song Qiaoxi's heart sank, and she suddenly felt a pain in her head.
Jiang Qisheng, why are you everywhere!
Before the start of school, Song Qiaoxi had been praying secretly not to be assigned to the same class as "dead enemy" Jiang Qisheng.
One reason is that the original owner and Jiang Qisheng didn't like each other since they wore open-crotch pants, and they made troubles from small to big.
Another reason is that Xiao Pangdun likes to get involved in things and has a small temper, which really makes her a little bit overwhelmed.
The most important thing is the tragic plot that has not yet happened in the original book, which is related to Jiang Qisheng.
She came to protect her parents, not to cause trouble for them.
On the way to school, she still held the chance that the plot of the original book had changed, thinking that the children of the compound were divided into two classes, and there was a 50% chance that they could avoid him.
Now it seems... ...
Damn, he really overestimated his koi luck.
Before stepping into the door of the fifth class of the first grade, Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath and clenched the strap of her schoolbag on her shoulders. Just as she was about to lift her foot, she realized that Chu Jin had stepped in before her, so she quickly followed behind him.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw at first sight a room of Xiaodou Ding, which was noisy and messed up into a pot of porridge under the command of Jiang Qisheng. The scene was extremely chaotic...
She pinched her eyebrows and sighed inwardly that six years of elementary school were not destined to be an ordinary life.
However, as a little glutinous ball, Song Qiaoxi really just wanted to be an ordinary chicken who didn't cause trouble for her parents.
Work hard to study well, be a good student, and then unite with a few of your friends to make progress together.
It's such a simple little goal, can't God meet it
"Song Qiaoxi! Chu Jin!"
Little Fatty Jiang Qisheng's loud voice shook her eardrums, frowning and looking towards the center of the podium.
Jiang Qisheng, with his round belly sticking out, and his hands behind his back like a little leader, also glanced at them with interest.
With a wave of his little fat claws, his posture was as heroic and unrestrained as "pointing at the rivers and mountains, inspiring words", and said in a voice like a bell, "Song Qiaoxi is the younger brother of the courtyard, you can find a seat and sit down."
"Inner, Chu Jin..."
Jiang Qisheng raised his eyebrows, his small eyes narrowed into a slit.
The classroom slowly became quiet, and the children wanted to see, what kind of medicine was in his gourd
At this time, he said slowly, word by word: "Chu Jin, he was a child of our compound before, but unfortunately he became an orphan. My father is the vice president of the newspaper. Thanks to my father's pity for him, we took care of our compound. The boiler room was vacated for him."
After a short pause, Jiang Qisheng raised his chin and folded his chest with both hands, "So, let's just say that you are also a disciple of the courtyard. I will allow you to pick a seat and sit down."
After these remarks, the children in the classroom began to whisper and whisper, whether it was the sons and brothers of the courtyard, or the students who chose schools from different districts who paid a large amount of sponsorship fees.
Some children pointed at Chu Jin, and peeked at him with more or less "poor Jian'er" eyes.
The little boys who usually had a good time with Jiang Qisheng even laughed and laughed, and their voices were not too loud or too small to do "science popularization" with the unknowing children around them.
"Look at him, he is an orphan without his parents, so pitiful, why is he so arrogant?"
"Isn't that right, living in the boiler room, do you think you are the little prince? I see, he is the boiler room prince now, ahahahaha..."
"In the compound, he never greeted us, he kept his face straight, so fierce!"
"Yes, yes, he doesn't speak, his eyes look so scary..."
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How could Song Qiaoxi not hear what they were talking about
She bit her lip tightly, her body trembled slightly, her two small hands clenched into small fists.
Staring at Jiang Qisheng, who was laughing hard to close his mouth on the podium, clutching his stomach and trembling all over, he turned his head to look at Chu Jin who had no response.
The pale and thin boy, without even frowning, stood beside her with an expressionless face, his eyes still bottomless.
Chu Jin's whole body is full of cold air, like a bystander who is completely outside the world. It seems that everything that happens here has nothing to do with him.
It seemed that he didn't care what Jiang Qisheng said at all.
The more unresponsive Chu Jin was, the more Song Qiaoxi couldn't calm down.
That feeling is like holding a baby in the palm of your hand, cherishing and caring for it, being trampled by others at will, and being reduced to a dime is worthless.
At the moment, she was really impulsive, imitating the original owner, calling Wang Junyang and Ding Yi to rush up together, grabbing Xiao Pang Dun's ears and pulling him off the podium, pressing him to the ground and giving him a good lesson.
Just using violence to suppress violence will not solve the problem for a long time, but will only intensify the conflict.
This point, Song Qiaoxi learned early on when she was in the orphanage.
What these kids are saying is getting harder and harder to hear.
At the age of six or seven, many words that hurt people do not understand the meaning of themselves, and they imitate them when they have heard them from adults.
Song Qiaoxi threw off the schoolbag on her shoulders and placed it on the desk next to her at will.
Under Jiang Qisheng's squinting eyes full of question marks, he walked with wind and jumped to the podium in three steps.
She tilted her head, standing beside her was a little chubby who was a head taller than herself and had grown by a large circle. Song Qiaoxi looked directly at his small eyes as big as mung bean without any fear.
It's okay to not fight and reason calmly, right
Don't let the other children in the class misunderstand Chu Jin, what Jiang Qisheng said is not true.
It was his own decision to live in the boiler room as much as possible, and it was not a leader who gave alms or pity to him. When the neighborhood committee held a meeting that day, she heard it clearly.
In her old memory, she was a young lady who was going to the fifth grade. She had been the monitor at school before, and she knew best how much harm the gossip of elementary school chickens would cause to her classmates.
After typing the draft in her mind, Song Qiaoxi grabbed the blackboard on the podium and rubbed it, making a crisp "pop".
The classroom fell silent, and sixty or seventy pairs of eyes stared at her.
Including Chu Jin, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes fell on her suspiciously, because his face was too pale, and his thin lips showed a light pink.
Song Qiaoxi was excited, her throat was a little blocked, and her eyes were slightly sore with anger.
Standing on the podium, he coughed to clear his throat, and the little girl's immature but serious voice sounded in the classroom: "Chu Jin is not an orphan, the children in the compound all know about his situation, Jiang Qisheng, what nonsense are you talking about, your father never taught him anything. Don't you talk about others behind your back, it's not polite at all
Yes, your father is the vice president of the newspaper, but did your family run the boiler room
The boiler room belongs to the collective and belongs to the entire newspaper compound. Your father is the vice president of the newspaper. Does the entire newspaper belong to your family
You also said that you let him live because your father took pity on him. That day, when grandma Gao of the neighborhood committee, my father, and father Wang and Ding had a meeting together, your father was not at all and no one was there. Where would you be pitiful
Where does Chu Jinai live, what does it matter to you? "
A series of questions, like a barrage of cannons, "suddenly" "launched" at Jiang Qisheng, causing the chubby dimple's face to turn red, and his small pupils flickering, as if he had experienced an earthquake.
He paused for a few seconds, avoiding Song Qiaoxi's straight eyes, and also grabbed the blackboard and threw it at the podium, but it fell on the other side, and a piece of chalk rose in front of him.
"Cough, cough," Xiao Pangdun fanned the chalk with his hand, took two steps back, and opened his mouth again unwillingly, "Don't listen to Song Qiaoxi, it's not like this, she and Chu Jin are used to bullying others. That day, that day I was bullied by Chu Jin, they are not good kids!"
Jiang Qisheng didn't say this, but Song Qiaoxi got even more angry when he talked about it, and his chest felt hot.
Under the podium, there were many children in the compound who were present that day. Some children had already begun to whisper and exchange information in a low voice. The eyes of the little peas when they looked at Pang Dun were obviously suspicious.
The children present that day knew that Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were obviously provoked by Jiang Qisheng, and they pulled Song Qiaoxi to the ground and slapped their knees red.
It was he who kept shouting that he got the taekwondo yellow belt, more powerful than Chu Jin.
As a result, when he turned his head, Chu Ji fell over his shoulder and fell to the ground, crying and humiliating.
"Jiang Qisheng, that day you said you got the taekwondo yellow belt. If you told me that you were better than Chu, if I didn't promise you, you pushed me to the ground. You don't remember what happened after that
Saying that we bullied you, you have to show evidence. Many children were present that day and saw the whole process. Do you want me to let Chu Jin and you restore it? "
Song Qiaoxi's voice was sweet and soft, but neither arrogant nor arrogant, her speech was not fast, and she spoke every word clearly.
After she finished speaking, she glanced around and saw that Chu Jin, who was standing at the door of the classroom, was still staring at her, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in her eyes.
There were a few children who were usually not used to Jiang Qisheng's domineering, and that day, the children at the door of the boiler room nodded and cast approval glances at Song Qiaoxi.
"Xixi is right, that day Jiang Qisheng was going to PK with Chu Jin."
"Yeah, if you lose, you lose, and you cry, it's a shame..."
"He is so tall and strong, but he can't beat Chu Jin, who is so thin. He also said that Chu Jin and Xixi were bullying people. I'm not ashamed!"
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"Finally, Jiang Qisheng, who gave you the right to let the children who are not in the newspaper compound not be able to sit down and let others stand behind the classroom? Is the school run by your family, or is the classroom your house?"
Song Qiaoxi pointed to the back of the classroom, and there stood a small group of bewildered children, holding schoolbags in their arms, and the faceless children made her mad.
They are all friends in the same class. Everyone has to spend six years of primary school together. Why can't we unite and love each other
Obviously, everyone can be good friends. Why do you have to separate the children of the newspaper office from the children who choose the school? This is discriminatory!
"I, I'm not, you, why do you say that..." Jiang Qisheng panicked, stammered and couldn't speak, and his emotions suddenly collapsed.
Song Qiaoxi was not so articulate before.
In the previous Xixi, if he said anything to provoke her, the little dumpling would rush up to fight with the two little valet regardless, and if they disagreed, it would be a calamity.
When did she speak better than herself
What to do, it's over now, this is the first day of school!
His father taught him that on the first day, he must establish the prestige of "little cadre" in front of all his classmates, and then prepare for the election of monitor.
Jiang Qisheng thought about it for a whole night before he came up with the method of classifying his classmates.
He thought that since the newspaper compound had a large number of children, it was enough to win the prestige of these children, and the small number of school-chosen students did not pay any attention to it.
Dad said that those school-chosen students are children of "social people", and they are different from children who eat "imperial food".
Jiang Qisheng was sweating profusely, his fingers clasped tightly on the podium, looking at the small pairs of doubtful eyes under the podium, his mouth trembling for a long time, and he didn't say why.
"Clang", there was a loud noise from the door of the classroom, interrupting the children's attention.
Song Qiaoxi also supported the podium with her hands, stuck her head out, and looked towards the door.