Dad, what's the matter
Song Qiaoxi froze in place, her brain spinning quickly, but she didn't understand why her father asked such a strange question...
After all, in the old memory of the orphanage, I was not accompanied by my parents.
There will be no one who has nothing to do and is cheap, and asks a little orphan like "Dad and mother who do you like best?", "Dad and mother fall into the water who do you save first?" Bear relatives in the 1990s often asked. "Two shortages" problem.
In the old memory, Xiao Nuo Tuan was only a ten-year-old child. He was suddenly asked by his father and thought about it for a while.
Dad and Chu Jin, both of them are very good to themselves. If they fall into the water together, who will they save
Start brainstorming now.
Extract all the scenes related to rivers, lakes and seas from the storybooks, TV dramas and movies that I have read, and quickly pinch out two matchstick figures in my brain, and replace their heads with the faces of Dad and Chu Jin respectively. In an instant, he was involved in the vast ocean.
The sea was rough, the wind was howling, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was lightning and thunder.
Song Qiaoxi was alone, lying on the crumbling little white boat, watching the two little matchstick figures with their father and Chu Jin's heads floating up and down not far away, and shouted for help.
That anxiety, anxiety, it made Xiao Nuo Tuan devastated.
As soon as the scene was imagined, Song Qiaoxi couldn't control her emotions instantly and was almost on the verge of collapse...
How can this be done
Dad is her favorite relative, Chu Jin is her favorite little brother, both of them are the most important people, none of them can be missing.
She is also very desperate, but she... ...she can't swim, no one can save her? !
Neither were saved, does that mean...
It means that Dad and Chu Jin are going to die! ! !
Not to mention, no matter how old a man is, he will occasionally get brain cramps and "get sick", and jokes will go too far.
Song Jianguo only wanted to tease his daughter a few words, and asked Xixi to say a few soft words and act like a spoiled brat to herself, but she didn't want her to really choose one.
After asking the question, he actually regretted it.
After pondering over and over again, I feel that this joke is really overdone
He didn't stand up, and continued to squat in front of Song Qiaoxi. He saw his Nuo Dumplings froze in place at first, his delicate eyebrows slowly furrowed, and his little mouth pouted, as if he was thinking about something.
Looking at her daughter's big, clear eyes, it was slowly covered with a layer of mist, and the eye sockets began to turn slightly red, no, the end of the eyes had become ruddy.
Ivory white, softer than soft tofu, the little face was instantly dyed with a faint crimson...
Xixi was aggrieved, as if she couldn't bear it anymore, she choked her mouth, and cried out with a "wow", big tears and pearls rolled down her face one by one.
Emma and Song Jianli panicked. Seeing their daughter weeping sadly, they could not wait to slap their mouths on the spot.
Make yourself stupid!
Make yourself jealous!
He doesn't care who is the number one in his daughter's heart, as long as Song Jianguo has always put Song Qiaoxi on the top of his heart and hurts him, will it always be the first
Alas, she was happy when she went out. Before she could have fun, she made the child cry first...
Song Jianguo knelt down on one knee, so anxious that his forehead was sweating.
He didn't even care about wiping, he hurriedly hugged the soft and glutinous dumpling, let her lean on him, took out a plaid handkerchief from his trouser pocket and gently wiped the girl's tears.
While wiping, he softly coaxed in the most gentle tone, "Hey, my poor girl, don't cry, don't cry, it's Dad who said something wrong, Dad shouldn't ask you such a question."
Seeing that his daughter couldn't be coaxed well, Song Jianguo grabbed her daughter's little hand and slapped it hard on his mouth, saying, "It's all my father's broken mouth, it's all my father's fault, beat my father, beat my father!"
Xiao Nuo Tuan is completely immersed in sadness...
The sentimental Song Qiaoxi usually doesn't even dare to think about such a terrifying scene.
She can't swim, and her father keeps laughing at her as a "land duck". When going to the swimming pool in the summer, she will only set up a small yellow duck swimming ring in the children's pool and flutter around, and she can't save anyone.
Although Dad can swim, does Chu Jin know how to swim? !
Song Qiaoxi's heart was made of exquisite and translucent colored glass, and it was like a clear blue pond, which could see the bottom at a glance.
She has always had a clear line of love and hatred. She will do her best to treat the people she likes without asking for anything in return.
hum hum ......
When she was about to cry, she was surprised to find that her father grabbed her hand and hit him on the mouth
"Don't hit... Dad, Dad won't hit."
Crying and burping, Nuo Tuanzi didn't let his father hit his own mouth, so he pulled his little hand back desperately and looked at him suspiciously.
Dad, are you dizzy
Song's father coaxed her softly: "Okay, okay, Xixi will not fight if you don't want to fight, don't cry, okay? Dad apologizes to you, it's your father who said something wrong, and the girl will treat it as nothing, forget it. The stupid question Dad asked just now, right?"
She sobbed and thought for a while, her brows still wrinkled, she bit her lip and shook her head.
However, what if such a terrible thing really happens one day
Xiao Nuo Tuan, who was just in a good mood, showed signs of breaking down again, and his mouth was shriveled, "Woo... woo, then if you really fell into the water with brother Chu Jin, how could I? Wow, I can't save you both..."
"Xixi, you forgot, my father can swim, and he can swim really well! I remember that Chu Jin's father also sent Chu Jin to learn to swim. I heard from your mother that he also participated in the swimming team of the Children's Palace
Yes, there is such a thing. At that time, I also wanted you and Wang Junyang to go to school together. You are dead or alive..."
Father Song took a handkerchief to help her blow her nose, pinched her little face, and explained a little bit to her daughter in a good voice, hoping that she would be relieved.
Song Qiaoxi recalled for a moment, it seemed that there was such a thing...
Oops, this scene suddenly became a little embarrassing
It's all my dad's fault for making such a joke, it's really not funny at all!
She even wanted to learn from the original owner, and whispered "stinky dad" to express her dissatisfaction, which made herself sad to death.
Finding that Song Qiaoxi's mood was much more stable, Song Jianguo had a deep self-reflection after realizing the seriousness of the situation.
A lot of adults think harmless jokes can't be played with children casually.
Children's minds are simple and sensitive, they think directly about problems and do not turn around.
If you are not careful, it is easy to cause a lot of shadows to the children.
He had to find it back, but he couldn't leave any "sequelae" to Xixi.
Holding Song Qiaoxi's two hands, Song Jianguo asked his daughter to face him face-to-face, and said earnestly: "Also, we Xixi have to promise Dad, remember one thing, and remember it firmly?"
Xiao Nuo Tuan nodded ignorantly, blinked his big eyes full of steam, and stared at him motionless, so pitiful that he was so obedient.
"I will never need a daughter to save you, because you are my baby bump, call me Dad, and Dad will protect you for the rest of your life.
Xixi can rest assured. If Xiao Chujing and I fall into the water, my father will rescue Xiao Chujing safely. You have to believe in my father. You have the ability to protect you and protect your mother.
What, don't believe it? Come and see how strong your dad's muscles are, touch it! "
After some sincere words, Song Jianguo found that Nuo Dumpling laughed.
The little girl stretched out her fingers, poked his biceps, and then poked the same position on her little fleshy arm, sticking out her tongue, "Why is mine so soft?"
Tears were still hanging on her face, and Song Qiaoxi's crying eyes became even bigger because of the redness.
But Song Jianguo could see that the girl's mood had definitely changed from cloudy to sunny, and she was much more beautiful.
The two of them happened to be squatting by the bookshelf in the middle of the children's area and the classics area. There were many customers buying books, both adults and children, who stopped and looked sideways.
If you want to blame, you can only blame the Song family's good looks.
This is not a family of three. If Qiao Qin is with him, the three of them are like models in magazines, and the rate of return will be higher.
Song Jianguo just turned 30 in 1996 and was in his prime. He was nicknamed "Qizhou Fei Xiang" in his work unit. Many people thought he was a minority or a mixed race.
Customers who came and went saw a tall, handsome man with curly hair and deep facial features who was at a loss, carefully wiping the tears of the little girl.
The curly-haired man snuggled up in his arms with a pink-carved and jade-carved female doll. She was dressed in a light blue puff-sleeved skirt that was foreign and cute, and the broken hair on her forehead was curled.
At first glance, the girl and the man are a family, and they all have curly hair.
It's such a beautiful girl, the tip of her nose is red with tears, and anyone who sees it will feel distressed.
On big weekends, mothers usually bring their children to bookstores. Several mothers are very enthusiastic, and they are afraid that older men are inexperienced with children, so they step up to help Song Jianguo to coax Song Qiaoxi.
The glutinous dumplings were so thin-skinned that their face became hot with shame when they saw so many aunties surrounding them.
There was also a husky little brother who came over and put a lollipop in her hand.
She rubbed her eyes and stopped crying. Xiao Nuotuan glanced at the lollipop in her palm. This kind of candy looked very advanced. She had never seen it before, and looked up at her father in embarrassment.
If you don't like something given by your parents, you can't accept it even if you like it.
An aunt smiled comfortingly at her, "My little brother gave you a sweet sweet mouth, little sister don't cry."
The boy standing by the side glanced at her shyly and nodded to Song Qiaoxi.
"Thank you, it's a joke..." Dad smiled apologetically to Auntie, and said to Nuodanzi, "Take it, thank you little brother, thank you Auntie."
Hearing her father's words, Song Qiaoxi politely said "thank you" to her aunt and little brother, and held the lollipop in her palm.
The passers-by dispersed, and the glutinous dumplings reconciled with their father as before.
She quietly put that special-looking candy in the pocket of her dress, she was not willing to eat it, she had other thoughts hidden in it.
The grandfather visited the Xinhua Bookstore happily. Song Qiaoxi experienced the joy of "buy, buy, buy" for the first time. This place is like paradise, there are so many beautiful books!
In the end, the two of them always hugged a large pile, and among them was the Chinese version of "To Kill a Mockingbird" that she named.
Xiao Nuo Tuan was very curious, what stories were told in those foreign documents that Chu Jintian was holding? She asked her father to find this book for her.
Sitting on her father's motorcycle, Song Qiaoxi touched the candy in her pocket. The sun in mid-September was still a bit scorching hot. The slight hot wind blew the ribbons tied around her flower buds. She and her father were packing on the motorcycle handle. lunch.
Apart from that little unpleasant episode, this morning has been really beautiful!
Back in the courtyard, parked the motorcycle, Song Jianguo took off his helmet, held Xixi's little face and looked left and right, making sure that the naked eye couldn't tell that she was crying, so he took her off the motorcycle.
After thinking about it, Dad Song, who was "wife slave" and "daughter slave", put on his fullest smile, bent down and said to his daughter, "Xixi, will Dad make an agreement with you? If you promise Dad, tomorrow I'll buy you Xueji's fried chestnuts and sweet potato chips."
Candied chestnuts? !
Sweet potato chips? !
Good guy, really good guy, it's still the sugar-fried chestnuts and sweet potato chips from Xue Ji Roasted Seeds!
There is a Xueji Roasted Seeds near the newspaper compound. The dried fruit roasted seeds and nuts sold by that shop are delicious.
The fragrant chestnuts are mixed with small black stones rolling in the boss's pot. Every time they pass by, Song Qiaoxi can smell the caramel and chestnut fragrance in the air.
Near the front of the store, she hopes every time that her mother rides her bicycle a little slower, and then a little slower, so that she can appreciate the caramel color of the fried chestnuts.
That shiny reddish brown is simply the most beautiful color in the world!
Before, my mother would buy her some chestnuts or sweet potato chips every now and then.
The brown paper bag is filled with a bag of hot chestnuts, no matter what season it is in spring, summer, autumn and winter, licking the sugar coating of the chestnut shell with the tip of the tongue will give you a strong sense of happiness.
A mouthful of fragrant chestnut meat is in the mouth, the taste of soft glutinous rust is there, mixed with the sweet taste, it is simply addicting.
It's just that the glutinous dumplings have not eaten sugar-fried chestnuts and sweet potato chips for a long time.
Because a month ago, she was greedy, ate too many chestnuts at one time, accumulated food, and vomited and had diarrhea all night...
Her mother forbade her to touch these indigestible foods for a short time.
It seems that the father with a poor memory has probably forgotten about it
If he forgets, don't remind him, let Dad be a happy fish with only seven seconds of memory!
The glutinous dumplings nodded frantically, the sugar rose oil spinners, stinky tofu, roasted gluten, freshly roasted mutton skewers... all tasted good.
Dad Song scratched his fluffy curly hair and whispered in a flattering tone: "Nei, today Dad made you cry, don't tell mom! Otherwise, your mom won't let me go.. . . . "
"Don't worry, Dad, I won't tell."
She raised her right hand and raised three fingers, swearing in her heart in the name of fried chestnuts with sugar.
As long as Dad's sugar-fried chestnuts are in place, their vows will last forever.
I will definitely not take the initiative to "report" and complain to my mother.
Rubbing Xiao Nuo Tuan's head with satisfaction, Song Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that whether the mouth of the little greedy cat can be blocked depends on whether the "tribute" is in place.
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After lunch, Song Qiaoxi offered to send Chu Jin back to the boiler room.
"There are so many books, you mustn't be able to hold them, can I help you?"
She pointed to a stack of books that was half a person high on the small wooden table in the porch, sat on a chair with her short legs dangling, and looked at Chu Jin with a smile.
Chu Jin frowned and glanced at the glutinous dumplings, who had no strength to hold the chicken in his hands, then checked the weight of the book, shook his head expressionlessly, and pressed his thin lips together, "No need."
"You can't take it, it's so heavy..."
As she said that, Song Qiaoxi jumped out of the chair and wanted to walk over to weigh the weight of the stack of books.
Chu Jin also stood up and grabbed Nuo Tuanzi's wrist to prevent her from passing.
He turned his face away, trying not to let himself see her tender and tender little hands.
Sometimes, when her little hand touches her, her body will be itchy, always reminding people of the three-flap mouth of a fluffy bunny...
Looking down at the table, the boy's voice was a little hoarse, but very magnetic. He said in a deep voice, "It's very heavy, the new book is on paper, and it's easy to cut your hands, don't you remember?"
After she finished speaking, she let go of her fleshy wrist, walked straight over, opened the black schoolbag on the pedal at the entrance, put the books in, and zipped the zipper with a "thorn" sound.
The TV in the living room was still on, and the noon news was playing. There was intermittent sound of water coming from the kitchen. Uncle Song was smiling and saying something to Aunt Qiao.
Chu Jin put down his schoolbag and walked to the kitchen door.
When he was used to going back to the boiler room, he took out the kitchen waste and saved the Song family from going out again.
The bead curtain was opened, and Aunt Qiao just came out with the rinsed rag, and the boy made way for her.
Qiao Qin smiled at him, hurried to the table and rushed Song Qiaoxi to the sofa, thinking she was in the way, and wiped the table while saying, "Thank you, Xiao Chujin, don't rush to leave, the books I bought in the morning are so heavy, I will let them go in a while. Your Uncle Song will move it for you."
"No need, auntie, I brought the schoolbag. It won't sink when I carry it on my back. Tell your uncle and I'll go back first."
Chu Jin nodded to Mother Song and walked to the entrance before Aunt Qiao called Uncle Song.
Just when I was about to pick up my schoolbag, I remembered that I forgot to take the kitchen garbage.
When he turned his head, he saw Nuo Dumpling carrying a plastic bag of kitchen garbage in his hand and jumping up beside him.
"Today, I'm going to take out the trash!"
Song Qiaoxi lifted the garbage bag with a "crashing" sound and smiled smugly.
It's like saying, look, it can stick to you as much as it doesn't help you hold the book.
Recently, she really looks like a sticky little tail.
Wherever you go, you always have to follow, the kind who can't even drive away...
Shaking his head helplessly, Chu Jin turned around and put on his schoolbag. Two deep marks were immediately pressed on his shoulders by the schoolbag strap.
He opened the mesh iron gate of Song's house and walked out. Song Qiaoxi hummed a little song and followed behind him, and nimbly got out just before the iron gate closed.
There are several domestic garbage bins in the compound. When you come out of the Song Family Building, walk 30 meters to the exit of the compound, there is one, and you have to walk nearly 100 meters to the boiler room. There is another garbage container.
Song Qiaoxi chose to stay away from home without hesitation, followed closely behind his buttocks, chasing Chu Jin's somewhat heavy footsteps.
Seeing Chu Jin, he looked back at her, as if he had doubts.
Song Qiaoxi hurriedly raised a small hand, rubbed her belly, and said cheerfully, "I've had a good meal today, I just ate two mutton skewers, three steamed buns, a cucumber and a big bowl of mung bean soup. …
Hee hee, before I came back at noon, I ate oil spinner and stinky tofu with my father. Hey, do you think my belly looks like the fat auntie next door? My mother said that she is not fat, but that there is a baby in her belly, about to be four. It's been a month!
What is the name of the word, what is the pregnancy, yes, I remember it, it is pregnancy! "
The meaning of the glutinous dumplings was to tell Chu Jin that she was too full and her belly became round.
Now that he needs to walk to digest and digest his food, he chose a trash can far away from home to take out the garbage, and accompany him back to the boiler room by the way.
I didn't mean to stick to him, I wanted to stay with him for a while...
Uh, well, in fact, there are also some factors in it.
Besides, there is still something I want to give to him. When my father was at home, I was too embarrassed to take it out.
As a result, Song Qiaoxi patronized and touched her belly, and she didn't even look at the way with her head down, and bumped into a hard unknown object...
Um, it hurts, my nose hurts...
Song Qiaoxi clutched her sore nose, and threw the garbage bag on the ground. She raised her head and widened her eyes to see who was blocking her way!
Hey, when did Chu Jin turn around and face him, stop and not leave? !
Chu Jin stood upright in front of Nuo Tuanzi, his face was very ugly, and his brows furrowed again.
He really likes to frown, why are there so many troubles...
Song Qiaoxi rubbed her nose and saw that Chu Jin's pale face was slightly bloody, and complex emotions flickered in his pupils
She pouted in dissatisfaction, and just wanted to ask him what was wrong, when Chu Jin's cold voice came from above her head: "Song Qiaoxi, you can't talk nonsense with others in the future, especially with boys."
Clam
Just now, what did you say
Xiao Nuo Tuan froze in place, pondering for a long time, only to realize what words she should not say.
I just couldn't understand it at all, why didn't Chu Jin let himself say, what's the point of it, the small belly that has been stretched out is very similar to the protruding belly of the neighbor's aunt Sun.
"Why?"
The nose was no longer sour, Song Qiaoxi tilted her head and blinked suspiciously.
Chu Jin took a deep breath, the pink on his cheeks deepened a shade, and he said in a very soft voice, "You are a girl, you can't talk nonsense... That is, that is an adult. Only when you get married will you have a baby if you have a family, what nonsense are you talking about at such a young age."
"I don't understand...why can't I say it?"
With the "100,000 Why" mode turned on, Song Qiaoxi was a little offended.
In the memory of the orphanage, a few little girls played at home, and the dolls were their little babies, and they were the mothers of the dolls.
It's not a normal thing to have a baby, why don't people tell me
Xiao Nuo Tuan is very simple, and up to now, she doesn't even have the concept of gender, so she can't understand the reason at all.
He tilted his head and stared at Chu Jin eagerly, begging for an explanation.
Chu Jin reads a lot and is extraordinarily smart. Although he is only one year older than Song Qiaoxi, he is not sure how many times more mature than her.
He was afraid that Nuo Tuanzi would be "outspoken" in school, which would make the children laugh at it. It was obviously for her good, so why was she disobedient
Being stared at by Xiao Nuo Tuan was a bit irritating, Chu Jin really didn't know how to continue explaining to her, and whispered a sentence: "In short, you are not allowed to talk about it in the future, you will know when you grow up... "
Picking up the garbage bag she threw on the ground with one hand, she turned and walked towards the boiler room.
It's "you'll know when you grow up" again. Chu Jin, like adults, always likes to say this.
Song Qiaoxi muttered in her heart, it's not a big deal if you don't say it.
Still following him, walking towards the boiler room like a small tail.
He quickly walked to the trash can, saw Chu Jin threw the trash bag in, and turned around abruptly.
Not allowing himself to fall twice in the same pit, Song Qiaoxi stopped tactfully, this time he didn't knock on his chest, and the two of them were just two fists apart.
One hand reached into her pocket and touched the lollipop that the little brother gave her in the morning at the Xinhua Bookstore.
She had never seen that kind of candy before, so she was not willing to eat it with a whistle.
Followed along all the way, just want to give him candy.
Nuo Tuanzi always felt that Chu Jin had suffered a lot before, and wanted to collect all the sweetness in the world for him to offset the previous bitterness.
Even if it can't be completely offset, how much can be recovered.
"what?"
Song Qiaoxi stared at Chu Jin's chest, seemed to have forgotten about the sugar, and let out a small exclamation.