Song Qiaoxi finally caught up with Wang Junyang, running so hard that her heart almost jumped out.
Grabbing the sleeve of his school uniform, he stretched out a small slap and slapped him on the shoulder, then put his hands on his knees and panted heavily.
Wang Junyang didn't feel any pain at all, but at this time, the boy also knew that he would leave it as soon as he saw it.
He immediately pretended to be in pain, and rubbed his shoulders in a fake fashion, "It hurts so much, Xixi, I know I'm wrong, boss, forgive me, I will definitely change it in the future!"
She hit, it really didn't hurt at all!
I don't know why, Wang Junyang found out that he recently wanted to see Song Qiaoxi angry. The more angry she was, the more secretly she felt in her heart.
Also, if it weren't for the fact that he deliberately released water and ran slower, Xixi would definitely not be able to catch up...
Some uncles and aunts passing by watched the whole process, got off their bicycles, and joked with them, "Xixi, Yangyang, why did you two get into a fight?"
"Wang Junyang is very capable, dare to rebel against the leaders of your 'Little Three Gang'?"
"Look at the little monkey in Yangyang, Xixi will give him another punch. Come, uncle will teach you how to punch."
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Everyone in the courtyard knows that Song Qiaoxi is the head and backbone of the "Little Three Gang".
"Uncle! We are not the 'Little Three Gang' now, we are the 'Little Four* Gang'!"
Song Qiaoxi raised her face, exhaled heavily, waved her hands hurriedly, and retorted breathlessly.
Suddenly, I saw Chu Jin walking here with his schoolbag, and Ding Miao and Ding Yi were farther behind the boy...
She slapped her forehead, no, now Miaomiao is also her good partner, and immediately changed her words very rigorously, "No, uncle, we will become the 'Little Five Gang' in the future! I, Chu Jin, Ding Miao, Wang Junyang and Ding One, five people are just right."
He also stretched out five fingers, said a person's name, and then dropped one, and the small palm that finally unfolded turned into a fist.
After finishing speaking, in the laughter of the uncles and aunts in the courtyard, the glutinous dumplings Sa Yazi ran back.
Waving his small arms all the way, "Ba Da Ba Da" rushed out with two short legs, smiled and shouted to the boy who was holding his schoolbag: "Chu Jin, why are you so good!"
As the sun sets, every household is busy cooking in the small kitchen on the balcony, and the whole compound is filled with thick smoke of fireworks.
Chu Jin stared blankly at Song Qiaoxi who was rushing in front of him. Her two big wavy ponytails were about to fly, like two long, soft bunny ears.
The little girl hugged the schoolbag in his hand, her eyes were shining, her breath was hot, and the sweet milky fragrance surrounded him.
She looked at her eyes full of trust, as if she was looking at the best person in the world.
"It's so kind of you!"
Song Qiaoxi repeated it again, happily put on her schoolbag, and took his hand to go home.
The way home was unfamiliar to these two children a few months ago.
They are all children who have experienced extraordinary encounters, and all the hardships seem to have passed.
Now this way home, Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi are familiar enough to walk home with their eyes closed. The way home is engraved in the hearts of the children.
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Song Qiaoxi was woken up by the little rabbit holding the carrot alarm clock.
As soon as Xiaoxiwu opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, Xiao Nuo Tuan got up from the bed with a "gulu" and neatly pressed the alarm clock that sounded "DiDi".
Today is Saturday, September 7th.
Yesterday, my father didn't work the night shift. I had agreed with Nuo Tuanzi at dinner the day before, and today I will take her to the newly renovated, six-story Xinhua Bookstore on Quancheng Road to buy books.
After buying, stop by Daguanyuan to eat oil spinner, stinky tofu, electric grilled mutton skewers and straw buns.
This is a regular "date" that the two of them have once a month.
It's not a "date" for a family of three, it's an exclusive time only for father and daughter.
Song Jianguo was usually busy with work, and the newspaper office worked overtime twice every three days.
He's an associate editor, a mid-level position, but a lot of stuff.
Because Song Jianguo was a journalist in his early years, he had rich work experience and was valued by leaders. When he encountered important interviews in the newspaper, he often asked him, a senior reporter, to lead him to the top.
Sometimes I have to catch up on business trips to participate in out-of-town social gatherings, seminars, etc., which is even more busy.
He has to work night shifts several days a week, staring at typesetting, reviewing manuscripts, and he has columns to take care of, and often stays up late to code.
No way, the money earned by staying up late and typing, can accumulate more education funds and dowry for my baby girl.
It was precisely because Song Jianguo was a journalist in his early years that he was a well-informed journalist in the country at that time. He felt that girls must have knowledge and it was important to broaden their horizons.
When Song Qiaoxi was very young, they had a special discussion with her daughter-in-law. If Xixi had an idea in the future and hoped to go abroad, they should save the expenses of her daughter's study abroad in advance.
Song Qiaoxi spends most of her time with her mother, and cherishes the time she spends alone with her father.
For example, the father and daughter have a "date" alone once a month. Recently, due to various force majeure factors, it has been put on hold for two months.
This Thursday, when Dad mentioned it at the dining table, Song Qiaoxi grabbed the steamed bun with white noodles in one hand and the roasted chicken leg in the other and shouted long live!
The glutinous dumpling took a bite of the chicken leg like a little lion, ate it beautifully, rolled his eyes, turned his head and asked Chu Jin, who was drinking porridge, "Let's go together on Saturday, don't you like reading books the most
Dad said that the six-story Xinhua Bookstore has a lot of foreign books. There must be "The Three Musketeers" by Alexandre Dumas. You can definitely find a lot of fresh books. Are you tired of old books? "
"Yeah, let's go together, pick whatever you want, uncle pays the bill, and the unit sends the books for both of you to use."
Dad Song took a big mouthful of cucumber boldly, and raised his chin at Chu Jin.
"After buying the book, you can eat the super delicious You Xuan Er and Stinky Tofu. Wow, don't underestimate the Stinky Tofu. It smells and tastes delicious. ... "
The glutinous dumpling licked his lips, imagining that he had tasted the taste of stinky tofu and kimchi, and took another bite of the chicken thigh.
"Ouch, ooh..." She tried her best to chew the meat in her mouth, waving the steamed bun in her hand, and continued vaguely with Chu Jin, "Also, there is still good fragrance, but What about the long mutton skewers..."
Just as he was talking vigorously, Song Qiaoxi was hit by the end of the chopsticks on the back of his hand.
He stopped to see that it was his mother, who immediately turned into a little coward and shrank his neck.
Mother put down the dishes, raised her eyebrows at her, and said calmly, "Xixi, did my mother say that it is okay to talk at the dinner table, but it is impolite to swallow what is in your mouth and chew something."
"Well, I see, Mom, I was wrong."
Xiao Nuo Tuan, who never eats the loss in front of him, nodded honestly, admitted his mistake with a good attitude, and finished the roast chicken leg with a big hot steamed bun.
After drinking a mouthful of white porridge, she opened her mouth to her mother, which meant that there was nothing in her mouth.
Amid the laughter of my father and mother, they once again brought their little head to Chu Jin's face, blinked their eyes and asked flatteringly, "Will we go, shall we go to Xinhua Bookstore together on the weekend? There is something delicious!"
Chu Jin put down the spoon, dipped a tissue on the corner of his mouth, looked down at her, and shook his head silently.
He knows that this is the "tradition" of Song Papa and Nuo Tuanzi, which has been maintained for many years.
I am an outsider, and I have disturbed the Song family enough, and because the Song family has more people to eat, Song Qiaoxi's parents are distracted from their daughter.
This is the alone time for father and daughter, what are you going to mix with yourself
Facing the "entanglement" of Xiao Tuanzi's sweet milky voice, Chu Jin was silent for a while, then shook his head firmly again, rejecting her gracious invitation.
In the end, even Song Jianguo, who was his favorite girl, couldn't stand it anymore, he reached out and pinched Song Qiaoxi's small earlobe, so that the girl's face was facing the dining table, "Okay, Xixi, if you don't want to eat, let the little brother eat. already
If you don’t want to go, just rest at home, Chu Jin, make a list of books with your uncle, we will buy it for you when you go back, or you tell your uncle what genre you like to watch, uncle will help you choose, your uncle can’t do anything else, read books first-class taste.
After we buy the book, we will pack some delicious food for you and your aunt to come back. "
After Song Jianguo and the two children finished talking, he turned his head and said to Qiao Qin with a smile: "Stop cooking at noon on Saturday, just make mung bean porridge or egg drop soup. I'll buy straw buns and mutton skewers and come back. Your favorite deli is near, and I'll pack you a sticky rice in a bamboo tube."
"All right... ... "
Song Qiaoxi held a spoon in her mouth, pouted her lips in compromise, her small shoulders drooped down weakly, and her two fleshy arms hung down at her sides.
Song Jianguo frowned when he saw that his daughter was so depressed, and felt a little jealous in his heart.
Xiao Chu has only been at home for a few days, and the soul of his daughter will be hooked away by him.
Every day he is as long as he is as short as possible, thinking of him for everything.
Why don't you see Xixi thinking about her father so much every day
Hey, it's okay if I don't want to. When I think about it, it seems that my daughter hasn't been close to him very well recently, and the school things are not as much as usual.
Just after finishing the porridge in the bowl, Song Jianguo got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and rinse his mouth, and then he came back and deliberately tucked Song Qiaoxi's tender hands with his face full of beards.
Seeing his daughter laughing and hiding behind Chu Jin, Song Jianguo was completely sour this time.
Only then did I think about the taste, I don't know since when, did Xixi really not stick to him very much
I really couldn't hold back. The 30-year-old Song Jianguo felt that he had become a 3-year-old and started to eat the jealousy of children. He grabbed Xiao Nuo Tuan who was running around in his arms and said to his daughter in a sour tone: "Xi Xi, ah , I think you are a little thing who likes the new and hates the old. With little brother Chu Jin, you don't need a father
What's the matter, can't we go out on a date alone
It’s not as good as it used to be. Before, when we Xixi heard about going out with dad alone on weekends, we were so happy that we wanted to go to heaven!
It's good now, little brother doesn't go with you, you can see that you can hang a soy sauce bottle with your mouth pouted, and the boss looks unhappy.
How about I go to the Xinhua Bookstore by myself on weekends, you and Xiao Chu can play at home, and you can make a list of books for me, will you? Dad can only go to eat the right-handed children from the You Xuan Zhang family, the freshly baked stinky tofu, the fragrant skewers of barbecue... "
"Song Jianguo, you are really good. You are really capable of being jealous with a child." Song's mother also finished eating, and seeing that the porridge in Chu Jin's bowl was empty, the little boy wiped his mouth slowly, his face as usual.
Qiao Qin began to clean up the tableware, glanced at her husband by the way, and added, "I don't have a positive..."
Father Song grinned at his daughter-in-law and winked his eyes, meaning he was joking.
After hearing what her father said, Song Qiaoxi panicked.
Dad misunderstood her, he didn't mean to go out with Dad.
Of course she wanted to go, but it would be more perfect if Chu Jin was willing to go.
For Nuo Dumplings, although they are happy to buy a book, they are even happier because after buying a book, they have to eat the hot and crunchy oil spinach that has just been baked on the Daguanyuan Snack Street. she likes it all.
If it is paired with sweet and sour kimchi and stinky tofu, it will be even more wonderful!
Hmm... Inside, the electric kebabs are also the most fragrant fresh out of the oven. The uncle with the white hat and the moustache will sprinkle a handful of cumin grains and take a big bite while it's hot!
Ah Lielie, the taste of the meat that is bursting with oil, burnt on the outside, and overflowing with juice on the inside, is absolutely amazing!
Thinking about that wonderful feeling, my brain is like a colorful fireworks.
She is going, of course she is going!
Neither Chu Jin nor her mother likes to eat those oily foods, but she and her father like it, how about the two of them
Song Qiaoxi hurriedly put her arms around her father's neck and kissed him on the cheek with her greasy little mouth before she had time to wipe it.
The naked eye can see her savory father, the sour expression on his face has weakened a lot, and then he leaned on his arms and said stickily: "I'm going, I'm going! I'm going with my father. I can't make a list of books for Chu Jin, because I don't know what books I want to read, and I won't know until I go to the Xinhua Bookstore."
"Okay, then tell your father that we are going out to play alone, are you happy?"
Song Jianguo's face bloomed with joy, and this baby's pimple was really painful. He had to hear an accurate answer before he could feel relieved.
"Happy!" Song Qiaoxi nodded heavily, her head almost touching her chest, and she muttered in a low voice, "Dad can't eat alone, leave me to eat oil Xuanzhang..."
Dad Song looked satisfied. It was estimated that he was immersed in the joy of his daughter and clinging to him. He kissed her little cheek, "Okay, don't leave Xixi behind, just go with Dad if you're happy."
She rubbed her furry little head again and let her daughter go.
So early on Saturday morning, Song Qiaoxi was woken up by the alarm clock and had no intention of staying in bed at all.
It's only 6:30 in the morning, and the day before school starts to cool down, so she no longer sleeps in the same room with her parents. Back to my little west house.
After getting up, Nuo Tuanzi folded the towel on the small bed like Chu Jin did, and after practicing a few more times, he can now fold it nicely.
Although it is incomparable with Chu Jin's "tofu block", at least it is no longer a "tofu dregs project".
He patted the pillow and pulled the sheets neatly. Song Qiaoxi walked out of the room lightly and went to the bathroom to wash up. She snuggled on the sofa and read a book, waiting for her parents to wake up.
After having breakfast with Chu Jin, Nuo Tuanzi happily followed Dad out.
Chu Jin walked with them and walked out of the corridor. He should go in the opposite direction and go back to the boiler room.
Jin'er Aunt Qiao tied two buds to the glutinous dumplings, tied a light blue ribbon on one side, tied it into a bow, and the two ribbons hung down softly.
She wore a light blue puff-sleeved dress that was almost the same color as the ribbon, with a short skirt and matching lace bloomers of the same color.
It looks like a fluffy and lovely blue ball, as fresh as the dew-smelling air in the compound in the early morning.
When Song Qiaoxi, who was full of vitality, parted with him, she waved her hand vigorously and smiled until her eyes turned into Xuanyue.
She was carried into the seat by Dad Song, sitting on the high Mustang motorcycle and turning her head frequently, as if she was looking for him to leave.
It must have been found that Chu Jin was still standing there, the glutinous dumplings and the little meat were circled in the shape of a loudspeaker, and shouted at him: "Goodbye Chu Jin, I promise to bring back the book you want, we will see you at noon!"
That small round face was full of "fail to the mission", and it was like a soldier who was going to go on an expedition to fight, with heavy responsibilities on his shoulders.
Chu Jin tightly grasped the key hanging on his chest with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand, raised it in the air, and put it down.
The little boy still has a burden of thought, and feels that the gesture of waving his hand is too childish, and it is a bit mother-in-law...
And because Song Qiaoxi's expectant eyes stared at him for a long time, until Uncle Song also got on the motorcycle, Xiao Nuo Tuan retracted his gaze and shrank into Uncle Song's arms, the motorcycle exhaust pipe made a "sudden" sound. .
He bowed his head a little awkwardly, made a great ideological struggle, and finally said in a voice so soft that only he could hear: "Wait for you to come back..."
"Xiao Chujin, let's go and bring you something delicious at noon!"
Dad Song put on his motorcycle helmet and waved back to him.
Chu Jin and Uncle Song nodded politely and watched the red motorcycle go away.
A tall and thin boy stood in front of the residential building in the compound. On weekend mornings, there were no noisy people or cars around, and the whole compound seemed to have not woken up.
Only the little house sparrow makes the occasional "chirp" sound, and the cool wind in the early autumn morning blows the "rustling" sound made by the large locust leaves.
He was still holding the key in his hand, thinking about it, it would be about three or four hours from now until noon.
However, it was the first time that Chu Jin had such a strange feeling, which even made him ashamed to say it.
That is... ...
Why does three or four hours feel so long
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This is Song Qiaoxi's first visit to the most prosperous business district in Qizhou. With wide eyes, everything he sees is strange, and everything he sees is fresh.
In her new memory, she had only vague impressions of department stores, bookstores, and parks near Quancheng Road.
Except before school started, my mother took her to the newly opened Ginza Department Store, which was the only shopping experience for Nuodanzi.
In old memory, in all holidays, the welfare home would not take children to the mall. Song Qiaoxi's impression of the mall was limited to the dazzling array of containers, the surging crowd, and the auntie at the counter with a strange accent...
That's all I see on TV.
Dad parked the car, held her little hand, and the father and daughter walked into this retro old building with a history of nearly 50 years.
Song Qiaoxi remembered that her father had told her that the building's appearance was a "Soviet-style building", but I couldn't remember the specifics, but it was a foreign name anyway.
On the outside of the Xinhua Bookstore building, although the old floor is still maintained, the inside of the building is completely new.
Song Qiaoxi looked around, wow, it's so big!
The high roof looks like a cathedral in a foreign movie, surrounded by rows of tall bookshelves and various partitions, which has already dazzled Xiao Nuo Tuan.
"Let's go to the children's area first and pick your favorite books, okay? Then accompany dad to get two books, and we'll go and get Chu Jin the books according to the book list."
Song Jianguo still felt a little guilty when he saw the girl's shocked face. Usually, she should take her out for a walk. Recently, she was too busy with work, so she didn't spend time with her.
Of course, he put the needs of his daughters first, thinking about picking books with Xixi slowly first, don't worry, she likes to pack and buy.
Nuo Dumpling's eyes lit up and nodded happily.
Immediately afterwards, tilting her head for a while, Song Qiaoxi shook her head like a rattle, hugged his thigh, raised her face and said, "Dad, let's read English books first? Pick out the books that Chu Jing wants first. Okay? Then I'll accompany you to pick your literature, and finally pick the book I want."
Hearing his daughter's words, Song Jianguo turned into a candied hawthorn on the spot. It was still the kind of hawthorn fruit that was strung with maltose at the end without sticking to it, and was underripe with green skin.
Sour to the point of teething, sour to the point of being unlovable, sour to the point of a strong man crying...
He Song Jianguo raised his daughter for more than six years, and he has always been in pain at the top of his heart. How can he think that in less than a month, he will no longer be the number one man in his daughter's heart
No, Xiao Chu Jin is not a man...
Song Jianguo, who has always been flamboyant in literature, was restless, summed up in his heart for a long time, and finally straightened out a whole sentence.
He, Song Jianguo, is no longer the first male character in the heart of the baby girl? !
However, although... ...
A thirty-year-old gentleman should not care about a seven-year-old boy. What's more, Song Jianguo likes little Chu Jin very much, and he really cares about the little boy, so he really takes Chu Jin as his own child.
Otherwise, when the neighborhood committee was meeting, they would not defy all opinions and decide together with his daughter-in-law to let Chu Jin live at home.
But when this little boy's status surpassed himself in his daughter's heart, Song Jianguo couldn't accept this reality after all.
Who made him a "daughter slave"
In his heart, daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law will always be the top priority. He can work hard for his daughter-in-law and family, or even give up his life for his daughter-in-law.
Song Jianguo believes that there is no male in the world who can love Song Qiaoxi more than himself.
No, the idea of a girl is very dangerous, you must break it up for her, you are the first in Xixi's heart!
He squatted down, took Xixi's hand, and looked at her.
Her daughter stared at him with wide eyes, her long eyelashes slapped twice with her deep double eyelids, her eyes filled with question marks
Taking a deep breath, Song Jianguo tried to relax himself as much as possible, showing what he thought was the perfect smile, "Xixi, tell Dad, if Dad and brother Chu Jin fall into the river, who will you save first?"
Song Qiaoxi: "..."