Huh
Song Qiaoxi tilted her head suspiciously, and found that the slightly steaming shrimp was taken by Chu Jin.
A big red prawn, in Chu Jin's hands, quickly removed the head and tail, and picked off the shrimp line.
Within half a minute, a plump and undressed shrimp jumped back into her small bowl.
For a moment, he stared blankly at the shrimp, and then looked at Chu Jin.
As if nothing had happened, the boy's slightly long forehead covered his eyebrows, lowered his eyes, wiped his hands with a tissue paper in a good manner, and picked up his chopsticks to gracefully eat the food in his bowl.
As he chewed, his mouth was tightly closed and there was no sound at all.
"I've done my best to peel it for you, why don't you eat it while it's still hot?"
Song Mama teased her with a smile, and Song Qiaoxi looked back embarrassedly.
"Well, eat, eat, eat..."
Sticking out her tongue, she grabbed the chopsticks and pulled the shrimp steak into her mouth.
The fresh prawns that my mother bought from the vegetable market were very fat, the flesh of the prawns was elastic and firm, and the cyan shell rolled over in the broth, turning bright red.
After peeling the skin, the first piece of tender white shrimp is full of satisfaction, sweet and slightly salty.
The glutinous dumplings that are usually too lazy to eat shrimp are stuffed with bulging mouths, chewing and chewing, and the taste buds are immersed in the delicious shrimp meat, as if they have tasted the taste of the sea
Strange, I didn't know that shrimp was so delicious before!
She rubbed her stomach, weighed how much she ate tonight, and made an estimate...
It seems, it seems, can you have some more shrimp and shrimp, yo
I think I can at least eat two or three more shrimps.
Thinking like this, Dango stood up from the chair again, grabbing his chopsticks and preparing to "fight" with the slippery shrimp in the pot to the end.
Before she raised her chopsticks, Song Qiaoxi noticed that someone gently tugged at her left sleeve.
"Um?"
He hummed and looked down.
well! Is it him again
Chu Jin retracted his hand and said softly, "Sit down."
Song Qiaoxi listened obediently to the boy's words and sat back on the stool.
His calves were dangling, and he glanced at him with his chopsticks in his mouth. Seeing that the boy didn't move, he turned his head to watch TV.
There was lively and festive music on the TV, "cross talk, sketches, magic acrobatics, storytelling, jokes, rap art, east, west, north and south, please watch, folk art talk..."
She stared at the screen. After listening to the opening song, she saw Auntie Wang Wenhua in red appeared on the TV and began to announce.
Oh, the first program of today's "Quyi Zatan" is acrobatics.
It's not the cross talk or sketches that Song Qiaoxi likes, she turned around sullenly, and was going to ask her mother to give her some more Longkou fans to eat.
But he was surprised to find that two peeled prawns were lying quietly in his bowl, still steaming slightly.
Looking up at Chu Jin, he lowered his eyebrows and slowly wiped his hands. There were some red shrimp shells on the small enamel plate where the garbage was placed.
He said in a low voice: "You've eaten a lot. If you eat too much, it's easy to accumulate food. After eating these two, don't eat to satisfy your cravings..."
"Well... ok." Song Qiaoxi stretched out her finger and rubbed her nose.
I don't know if it was because of eating hot pot, it was too hot in the house, or because I ate too much meat and it was a little dry, and my face felt hot.
It seems that if you have Chu Jin around, your hands will become redundant
You don't have to do anything, just open your mouth...
He buried his head and pulled the shrimps in the bowl. This time, the two shrimps were obviously the same as the one just now, but the little glutinous balls didn't taste anything, like chewing wax.
The fresh and sweet taste seemed to have all disappeared, but I just chewed it mechanically a few times with my little deciduous teeth and swallowed it whole.
The fans didn't want to eat it either, and all of a sudden there was no appetite.
In the stomach, like a small butterfly, flapping its wings and flying around.
She whispered, "I'm full..."
After getting off the table, I ran to the bathroom to wash my hands.
She came back with her wet fingers, walked to the kitchen door, lifted her exclusive small bench and sat in front of the TV recorder, staring at the screen and watching "Quyi Zatan".
She acted like she was completely attracted by the TV show, and deliberately avoided the inquiring eyes of Kai Chu Jin and her parents.
Song Qiaoxi was watching TV on the surface, but her little heart was beating.
Now Chu Jin, is she so good to her, so good that it makes people feel a little ashamed
But why are you embarrassed
Steaming steam surrounded the small living room, "gudugudu" rolling hot pot, on the 23rd New Year's Eve in the twelfth lunar month, the atmosphere of the Song family was warm and warm.
"Quyi Miscellaneous" began to show "Losang Learning Arts", Xiao Nuo Tuan didn't make a "giggle" smirk as usual, and blinked his eyes thinking about his thoughts.
As a result, I sat on the bench and thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't come up with a reason.
Sighed lowly...
Could it be that this is the trouble of growing up in the legend
Dad Song was very happy. When he thought that the two children were so promising, Xiao Chu was the first in the class, and his daughter was the third in the class. He was rated as "advanced worker" or "advanced worker" in his work. Senior title" is also happy.
Finally, I realized that every time Lao Ding got Ding Miao's report card, his face blossomed with joy, smiling like a bun, and his face was full of folds.
It turns out that the cubs in the family live up to their expectations and study well. Is this what it feels like
No wonder Lao Ding and Lao Wang came to the house for a drink when the pre-school class was over. Lao Ding happily drank two or two more Lao Bai Gan Er that night, and kept praising how promising Miao Miao was.
Today, he Song Jianguo also felt the joy of being a scholar at home.
Hey, Song Jianguo even thinks that he has surpassed Lao Ding's happiness. After all, Lao Ding's family only has Miao Miao and Ding Yi's exam is not good.
In his family, the daughter and Xiao Chu all put gold on their faces, who wouldn't be envious if they said it out.
Taking this opportunity, Comrade Song Jianguo begged Qiao Qin for a long time, opened a bottle of Confucius house wine, and had a drink to add to the fun.
Drinking his face a little red, Song Jianguo looked at the little gestures of the two children, and looked at his daughter-in-law.
The couple looked at each other tacitly, shook their heads and smiled silently, and neither said a word.
Cubs at this age are the cutest, and they are just at the stage of being ignorant about everything. Those little details that are friendly and slightly shy make the two parents feel warm and are about to melt.
Father Song remembered that when his daughter-in-law was pregnant, he was guessing that Qiao Qin was going to give birth to a son, and he liked to eat sour with a pointy belly.
He doesn't care about sons and daughters. It is good to have children and daughters. They are all children of his own family.
If it is a daughter, he will protect the first and youngest ancestors in the family, and if it is a son, the two of them will protect the child's mother.
Now Song Jianguo, looking at the cute and cute girl, the clever girl, and the quiet and calm little Chu Jin on the dining table, has an inexplicable feeling of having both children and children
Oh, thinking about it this way, Xixi has a little brother by her side, who has been with her all the time. It's not bad for the two children to grow up together!
I don't know if it's because I drink a little too much, or if people are over 30 years old, they are especially sentimental.
Dad Song felt a little sad for a moment, and he felt that Qiao Qin would feel this way more or less.
That is, I really can't bear children growing up...
The older the children grow up, the more independent they will become. When they go to college, they will have to leave the family and live independently. What if the daughter gets married one day
Song Jianguo suffocated the Confucius family wine in the small wine glass, and grinned so hot that he couldn't help but sore his eyes. The matter of marrying a daughter, I really can't even mention it, and it makes me sad when I mention it.
Even if Song Qiaoxi is only six years old now, I don't know how long it will take, but it's like a ticking time bomb, buried in the father's heart.
"Tsk, drink slowly." Qiao Qin said to him.
Hastily replied, "It's okay, my daughter-in-law, I'm in a hurry to drink, I'm happy today, hehe, the two children are making special appearances, I'm really happy..."
Looking at the two little radishes, being a parent, I hope that the children will always be dependent on me. That feeling of being needed is really nice.
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"Children, don't be greedy, after Laba is the New Year; drink Laba porridge for a few days, and it will be twenty-three. Twenty-three, the candied melons are sticky, and the kitchen king will be sent to the sky..."
Song Qiaoxi lay cross-legged on the bed in Chu Jin's boiler room, leaning against his big quilt on her back, holding a copy of "Children's Pictorial" in her hand and reading aloud, while Ding Miao sat tucked beside her.
Miao Miao'an quietly flipped through the book "Anne of Green Gables", this book was recommended by Song Qiaoxi, and it was strongly Amway for a semester.
Of course, in the face of his favorite little best friend, Miaomiao, Nuo Tuanzi refrained from giving a detailed "spoiler" to the whole book.
Ding Miao pushed his glasses from time to time, but there was no movement when he flipped through the book.
Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, each carrying a bench from the neighborhood committee office, put down the military flag at the end of Chu Jin's bed.
For fear that the other party might see their flag secretly, the younger brothers were extremely nervous, so they would cover the top of the chess piece with their hands at every turn, arguing fiercely.
"Your neck is too long, Ding Yi, go back a little..." Wang Junyang pushed Ding Yi's shoulders and asked him to lean back.
Ding Yi stretched out his hand to cover Wang Junyang's eyes, "You are the one! Don't peek, Wang Junyang, I warn you!"
As a result, the two of them lost their expression management a bit.
Cough, how can I say it, that expression is very similar to two little mice stealing rice...
Chu Jin sat in front of the desk, the tip of the pen "swipe" something on the paper, and beside it was an open math Olympiad book, the one that Song Qiaoxi couldn't solve even with his ten-year-old memory.
It looks like he should be doing the math.
Last semester, Nuo Tuanzi and his father went to the Xinhua Bookstore several times, and brought back many new problem books and books for Chu Jin.
Sometimes, Song Qiaoxi finds it very strange
No one is forcing him to study. Boys and girls of this age are playful, and even the "primary school bully" Ding Miao has occasional laziness.
But Chu Jin, like a clockwork robot, also like a perpetual motion machine inside his body, as long as he wants, he can study, do problems, read books endlessly...
The winter vacation of 1997 officially started, today is the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, Saturday.
Unconsciously, the "Little Three Gang" first expanded into the "Little Four* Gang", and the team gradually grew into the current "Little Five Gang".
The base of the "Little Gang of Five" also gradually moved from Wang Junyang's house to Chu Jin's boiler room.
At the beginning, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were still a little timid, after all, the shameful things they had done before were still vivid in their minds.
When the two cubs thought of it, they blushed with shame, for fear that Chu Jin would still hold grudges. What if they got revenge on them
This semester, both of them know that Chu Jin is very powerful, and the value of force and IQ is very high. If you want to play with them, is it a matter of minutes
But when the two stinky boys, under the leadership of Song Qiaoxi, had been in contact with Chu Jin for a long time, it was unexpected to find that although he spoke very little and looked serious, his heart was not bad at all, and he never cared about it.
In short, he is a very casual and not arrogant friend.
Yes, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi have already decided that Chu Jin is their partner now.
Still a good partner!
Don't care if their children make trouble in Chu Jin's house, Chu Jin has never been annoyed, let them make trouble.
Occasionally when playing board games, Chu Jin would also end up playing a game or two at the request of Nuo Tuanzi.
only... ...
The level of Chu Jin was far from theirs. Except for Ding Miao who could occasionally endure to the end, the remaining cubs were killed early.
It can be said that no matter what He Chu plays, he has no gaming experience.
This boy is like the ultimate Boss in the game...
However, this didn't stop a few cubs from running to the boiler room every three days, following Nuo Dumpling's butt.
How good it is here, the heating is so hot in winter, and there is no parental control, so free!
Slowly, the slightly empty hut of more than 20 square meters gradually added a lot of objects.
There was originally a chest of drawers at the door. Chu Jin didn't have much of his own stuff. In addition, Uncle Wang brought him a chest of drawers to store his clothes. This chest of drawers was almost empty.
Fortunately, there are a lot of board games in the cabinet, various pictorials, magazines, comics, and toys such as sandbags, shuttlecocks, skipping ropes, etc., and sweet and salty snacks and candies of various flavors also occupy a full grid.
Several children have moved almost all of their "family belongings", and they are still "restocking" continuously.
Once on holiday, everyone can't wait to stay in Chuji 24 hours a day, completely reluctant to think about Shu.
"Hey, tell me, why did you send the Kitchen King to heaven? Didn't the Kitchen Lord keep the family safe? Why would you give the Kitchen Lord a candied melon before sending him to heaven?"
Nuo dumpling grandma's childish voice is sweet and greasy, and the ending is upturned.
The questions she asked were always bizarre, and no one knew what was in the little dumpling's head.
Wang Junyang and Ding Yi's movements were surprisingly consistent, making them look like twins.
The two boys shrugged together, pouting, noncommittal.
This question, for the two of them, is once again beyond the outline...
Song Qiaoxi stuck out her tongue "slightly" to the two of them, knowing that Wang Junyang and Ding Yi must not know.
Otherwise, ask Chu Jin if he knows
She looked up, and the boy's hand holding the pen paused, his back straight, as if he wanted to turn around.
And Miaomiao, who had been sitting next to her, moved her body at this moment.
Ding Miao raised her head from the book and spoke slowly, word by word, and said to Song Qiaoxi like a child: "Because the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is the day to worship the Lord of the Kitchen, my grandparents live in the countryside, and they ask for it from there. Prepare a tribute for the Kitchen Lord.
Legend has it that the Kitchen Lord guards the safety and health of the family throughout the year. After the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, he will report to the Jade Emperor for work. The family will report whether it is good or bad throughout the year.
In order to make the kitchen king speak more good words, the common people prepare a lot of sticky and sweet foods, such as sesame candied melon, winter melon candy, candied dates, persimmon cakes, and eight-treasure cakes.
In this way, the Kitchen Lord ate so many sweets, and when he saw the Jade Emperor with a sweet mouth, he would say more good things, or sticky food would stick his mouth and say less bad words. "
Song Qiaoxi is considered a long-term knowledgeable person, so she nodded her head with a sudden realization.
"You know a lot, Miaomiao, you are amazing, like an encyclopedia!"
He widened his eyes, grinned, and gave Miaomiao a thumbs up.
Then he touched his chin and thought for a while.
She threw her head away from the pictorial, leaned her whole body on Ding Miao's thin shoulders, looked at the ceiling, sucked her saliva, and whispered, "I ate sesame candied melon, and I ate it yesterday, it really sticks to my teeth and mouth, but What is winter melon candy, have you ever eaten it, Miaomiao
Candy made from winter melon? Winter melon, winter melon is not a vegetable!
My mother can make minced pork with wax gourd, which is very delicious. It is a must with rice! But winter melon is made into sugar, sweet winter melon, so strange... I don't know if it tastes good
There is also Babao Cake, which I haven't eaten before, but it sounds delicious. Is it similar to Babao tea, or is it similar to glutinous rice and Babao rice, with longan, red dates, and lotus seeds in it
Um... Speaking of persimmons, I haven't eaten persimmons for a long time..."
Ding Miao pokes Song Qiaoxi's forehead with a cold finger, taps her, and says with a smile, "Xixi, you are really a greedy cat."
"Oh, my dad said, it's a blessing to be able to eat!"
She rolled nonchalantly on Chu Jin's bed and stretched lazily.
"Pfft, you are very lucky..."
Miaomiao said with a smile, the big eyes behind the glasses were curved, Xiao Nuotuan felt that Miaomiao's smile was so sweet, and why are people so thin.
Sure enough, the little girl of this age is as thin as Qiu Meng's sister, with a kind of delicate beauty.
Unlike himself, who is round and toot, he will only be praised as cute.
However, there is nothing wrong with the meat, the fat is thick, and it is resistant to freezing in winter.
Nuo Dumpling giggled twice, patted her fleshy belly, and made a "bang bang" sound. She thought of her neighbor's aunt Sun's belly, which was as big as a huge balloon. .
The mother said that the baby may come out at any time, and soon the neighbor will have a little sister or a little brother.
At this moment, Chu Jing turned around and sat sideways on the chair, staring at her calmly.
A few strands of long forehead hair were scattered on the boy's forehead, and the soft black hair was rubbing against his ears, and the hair was a little long.
Next week, my mother will take Chu Jin to cut her hair with her, because she can't cut her hair during the first month, which is not auspicious, but there are two uncles in her family...
Both uncles love her very much. Song Qiaoxi likes her uncle the most, but there can be no unlucky thing to hurt the uncles.
Today, Chu Jin was wearing a white turtleneck sweater and brown velvet trousers. His temperament changed from cold and cold to gentle. The white sweater made the boy's whole figure look like a soft light.
He pursed his lips and shook his head gently, as if reminding himself of something
Song Qiaoxi continued to touch her belly, but opened her mouth but made no sound.
Oh yes, I remembered!
Chu Jin said that she would not be allowed to joke about her belly again, especially when there were boys around.
Although she never treated Wang Junyang and Ding Yi as the opposite sex, Chu Jin's words were quite authoritative. Even if she didn't know why, Xiao Nuo Tuan felt that the other party had his reasons.
Abruptly, she swallowed the witty words that came to her mouth, turned over, lay on the bed and continued to read her "Children's Illustrated", immersed in all kinds of "delicious" nursery rhymes.
The knock on the door sounded, and the five cubs stopped their work together, and all five pairs of eyes swept to the door.
"Xiao Chujin, are you there? I'm your uncle Wang."
It was Wang Junyang's father's voice.
Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin stand up from the chair and walk to the door to open the door, and promised, "Yes, Uncle Wang wait a moment."
With a "squeak" sound, the heavy iron door was pushed open.
Uncle Wang stomped his feet and almost jumped in. The cold air from outside was blowing in, and Nuo Tuan shrank his neck and got up from the bed, crawling in front of Ding Miao, blocking the cold wind for her.
"Yo ho, they're all here, how many of you little fellows are enough? Well, it's okay to be all there, so I don't have to run two more trips."
Uncle Wang turned around and closed the door, walked to the bed, rubbed his hands, and greeted their children with a smile on his face.
By the way, he licked Wang Junyang's head and messed up the Aaron Kwok hairstyle that Wang's mother carefully took care of for him.
Pfft, Uncle Wang is also quite naughty, Nuo Dumpling thought.
"dad... ... "
Wang Junyang was a little annoyed and called out unhappily.
Grabbing her hair with her hands, she glanced at Song Qiaoxi, her face flushed brightly, as if she had lost face.
"Alright, alright, little Chu Jin, Uncle Wang is here to tell you two things," Uncle Wang smiled and patted Chu Jin's shoulder, opened the zipper of the cotton-padded coat, and took out four red envelopes from the inner pocket, the thickest The pile was handed to him, "The first thing is that in two days, your aunt and I will bring Yangyang back to Shanghai for the Chinese New Year. This year, our little Chu really strived to achieve the first place in the exam. This is Uncle Wang and The red envelope that my aunt gave you, come and take it!"
"Uncle, I, I can't have..."
Chu Shi shied away, but did not pick up the thick red envelope with a cow moo painted on it.
"Oh, hold it, you must hold it. You are an example for these little friends. They all have to learn from you. Others have a share too. Come on," Uncle Wang shoved the red envelope into Chu In his hands, the remaining three red envelopes were distributed to Song Qiaoxi, Ding Yi and Ding Miao, "'Little Five Gang', study hard in the new year, and learn from Xiao Chu every day."
"Study hard and make progress every day" is hard for the children to say if they don't listen to it, but they all listened to the words "other people have a share".
Today is definitely Uncle Wang's highlight moment in the compound throughout the year.
If there is a competition, he will definitely win the first place of the children's most popular uncle in the courtyard.
Song Qiaoxi didn't care much about money before, and she didn't have any disposable funds when she was in the orphanage.
In the new memory, the red envelope was very beautiful to her, and the brand new banknotes inside felt very refreshing.
But in the past six months, she has deeply felt the importance of small money.
For a small amount of money, you can buy KFC, roast chicken, fried ham, rice sticks, rice crackers, popcorn, candied haws, snowball hawthorn, big knife meat, figs, big bubble gum, little tigers simply noodles...
She happily took Uncle Wang's red envelope, thanked her politely, and secretly glanced at the red envelope.
His red envelope looks so thick, thicker than the three of them.
There must be a lot of small money inside, right
Curious, Song Qiaoxi pondered whether he should secretly ask Chu Jin, how much is the red envelope given by Uncle Wang when there is no one there for a while
If you have a lot of money, can you let him eat KFC
Well, if KFC is too expensive, fried skewers will do. I want to eat fried ham and large vegetarian chicken.
Ding Miao had a shy smile on her face, and her expression was still calm as she was used to seeing big scenes. She whispered and politely said "Thank you, Uncle Wang", and took the red envelope.
On the contrary, Ding Yi couldn't be too happy, holding the red envelope and smiling so small that his eyes narrowed into slits.
Wang Junyang waved his hand generously, as if saying "you're welcome" for his father.
He is not short of money, and when he goes to his grandmother's house in Shanghai, he will get a big red envelope of several thousand yuan.
"Second thing, Xiao Chujing, do you still remember the uncle Gao you saw at the neighborhood committee last time? Is that the uncle Gao, the leader with a big belly and glasses?"
"Well, remember." Chu Jin nodded.
"Uncle Gao also knows that you got the first place in the exam, so I'm very happy for you. I'll send you some school supplies and a big red envelope later. Uncle is here to tell you in advance that someone will knock on your door in the afternoon. Don't be afraid, they are all the uncles and aunts of the newspaper office, your mother's former colleagues, they all care about you and want to see you, they are not bad people."
Uncle Wang bent down, put his hand on Chu Jin's shoulder, and patiently explained the cause and effect to him.
Chu Jin nodded, his lips moved, "Okay, I see, thank you Uncle Wang."
After explaining the matter, Uncle Wang raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said to a house of cubs: "Okay, it's half past eleven, it's almost lunch time, how many of you haven't gone home yet? After a while, the mothers will be full again. The courtyard is looking for you, hurry up, let Chu Jin clean up the room and prepare to go home for dinner."
Given that Uncle Wang just sent a red envelope to the big guy, the cubs were obedient and acted one after another.
Song Qiaoxi climbed to the edge of the bed, changed her shoes, picked up a stack of pictorials and magazines on the bed, and put them neatly in the chest of drawers.
He came back, and together with Ding Miao, straightened the sheets and folded the quilt.
After packing up, Ding Miao and the others left first, and Wang Junyang went home with Uncle Wang.
In the room, only Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were left.
She put on the rose-red cotton jacket hanging at the door, and put on a beanie of the same color with two pigtails woven by her mother. She jumped hard, trying to get down the rose-red scarf hanging on the hanger.
It is estimated that the clothes were too thick, and the glutinous balls were suddenly restrained, and they jumped several times without reaching the scarf.
Chu Jin just put on his coat, put the red envelope given by Uncle Wang in the drawer, turned his back to Song Qiaoxi, heard her heavy breathing and "hehe, hehe", turned around and looked.
The glutinous dumplings were really like a rose-red ball now, and the thick rose-red cotton jacket seemed to bind her hands and feet, jumping up and down like a clumsy little penguin. Five centimeters...
As soon as she jumped up, the two little braids on the woolen hat also swayed.
The round back is really like the back of the furry panda cub in the encyclopedia Wang Junyang gave him.
After confirming that he had the room key, Chu Jin walked to the door and easily took off the thick scarf hanging on the hanger.
Song Qiaoxi was panting and stood at the door against the wall. She almost rolled her eyes and muttered, "Don't put it so high next time, I can't reach it..."
He couldn't help laughing out loud. When there was no one else, he always got along more easily with Nuo Tuanzi. Even Chu Jin himself didn't realize that he and Song Qiaoxi talked more and more.
"Hey, when the school started, who said that he could grow taller than me? It's been a semester and I haven't seen you grow up yet?"
He laughed so deeply that the folds of his double eyelids were particularly deep, although it was a joke, it was more like a kitten and a dog.
"I... .. you have to give me time. You can't eat fat in one go, and growing taller doesn't happen overnight."
Listening to her habitual rhetoric, Chu Jin shook his head and smiled, but didn't answer.
Seeing that she stretched out her arm with difficulty to grab the scarf from his hand, he touched his lips up and down and spit out a few words, "Stand still, don't move."
Song Qiaoxi listened to his words, and like a wooden man, he did not move.
Reaching out, wrapping the scarf around her in circles and tying a knot at the back of her neck.
Nuo Tuanzi's small round face was completely hidden, only revealing the tip of her small and cute nose, and those big watery eyes staring at herself.
Seeing her fingers sticking out, she asked casually, "Where are your gloves?"
Because the cover was too tight, the whole mouth seemed to be "sealed", Song Qiaoxi's shaking of the head became very small, and it was estimated that she could not move much if she wanted to.
The little milky voice came out from the scarf: "I, I seem to have forgotten it..."
"Tsk, what are you thinking about every day?"
Although he disliked the little girl on his lips, Chu Jin still did not hesitate, took out the gloves in his pocket, and put them on her hands three times.
Pushing this whole body rose red, very festive little red ball out of the house.
After locking the door, he put his hand in his coat pocket and walked slowly home with her.
It snowed just two days ago in the courtyard in winter. Today it looks sunny, but the temperature is actually very low and cold.
Some of the snow on the ground has melted, some has not, mixed with sand and salt particles, it looks very dirty, and some places are very slippery, and it is easy to slip if you are not careful.
Along the way, Chu Jin took Song Qiaoxi's arm and led her to walk slowly on the half-melting snow.
It usually takes three to five minutes to get home, but today I walked for more than ten minutes.
As they approached the door, Xiao Nuo Tuan suddenly stopped and said nothing.
Chu Jin bent down slightly, opened his mouth, and a white breath appeared in front of him.
He didn't know what wacky thoughts Song Qiaoxi had, so he could only ask patiently, "What's wrong? Aren't you hungry?"
Nuo Tuanzi nodded and waved at him with a glove that was obviously bigger, it seemed that he was signaling Chu Jin to come closer.
"$%&"·@*&%/&&%%... "
Song Qiaoxi's mouth was tightly wrapped, and she was speaking an alien language in a muffled voice, and even the gods couldn't understand what she was talking about.
Chu Jin pulled her scarf down a bit, revealing a stuffy red mouth.
"Emma, suffocate me!"
The crisp, sweet childish voice jumped into his ears like a bean.
"I, can I ask you a secret?"
She raised her head cautiously, and a small cloud of white gas came out of her mouth.
Frowning, Chu Jin looked at Nuo Dumpling in confusion.
secret? He never had any secrets from her...
After thinking for a moment, he nodded.
"Come here, don't let others hear you."
Song Qiaoxi's big eyes shone with a wonderful light, and the spirit was something he had never seen before.
The whole face was filled with "Baby is about to be suffocated by curiosity" and "If I don't tell me this secret, I won't be able to eat."
Chu Jin cooperatively lowered his head and moved closer to her.
The little dumpling's sweet voice was filled with anger, and he asked softly, "How much did Uncle Wang give you today?"
Standing still, Chu Jin seemed to understand the wonderful light flashing in her eyes, what kind of light was that
That is, the light of wealth fans!