During the Lantern Festival in Qizhou in 1997, the winter night was very cold. It was good to have the sun during the day, but at night it would really freeze my ears.
The children were wrapped up and down so that only their eyes and half of their faces were exposed, and they kept running around. Not a single cub shouted cold, but the adults couldn't stand it first.
After watching the juggling show, three families of ten people joined together near Li Qingzhao's former residence.
Song Qiaoxi took the thick woolen gloved hand and gently touched the dark purple, shiny and smooth mink fur coat on Mama Wang's body, and made an envious voice, "Auntie, it feels good, it's slippery."
Mother Wang wore a mink fur hat of the same color on her head, a snow-white fox fur scarf around her neck, and a pair of fashionable patent leather boots on the soles of her feet, but her lips turned purple from the cold.
Wearing a pair of lambskin gloves, she touched the little head of the glutinous dumpling with a wool cap, and asked tremblingly, "Nong is not cold, Xixi?"
"Auntie, am I not cold? Mom said I was hot like a little fireball!"
Song Qiaoxi watched Mother Wang's face turn ugly, and her mouth turned purple.
The little girl didn't know, her answer almost made Wang's mother faint on the spot.
It was her mother who helped her out, and she just heard Song Mama hurriedly say: "Okay, you have been crazy outside for more than two hours, you children are not cold, adults are about to freeze to death. It's 8 o'clock, go home It's time to go to bed after cleaning up, school will start in two days, going to elementary school is not as good as kindergarten, and a few cubs will take care of me."
Hearing that his mother said that he was going to go home immediately, Nuo Tuanzi could not wait to raise his hands and feet in agreement on the spot.
Just now, she saw that Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were still in the mood. The two boys were fighting each other with two lanterns as "weapons", and they were shouting to see the biggest bull lantern.
Originally, I thought that they could go home after reading it quickly, but now my mother's proposal has been unanimously agreed by all the adults, which saves her from worrying.
He nodded obediently, hugged his mother's thigh, raised his face and said, "Let's go, mother, Chu Jin is at home alone, what if he is hungry and wants to have a late night snack?"
"Well, let's go back quickly."
Dad picked up the glutinous dumplings, carried them on his shoulders, raised his hand to greet the others, and walked towards the park entrance.
A red Santana and a white Jetta took several families back to the compound from Baotu Spring Park.
After parking the car, my mother took Song Qiaoxi down and asked her, "Are you hungry? Go home and cook a Lantern Festival for supper?"
"Hungry, hungry, hungry..." Nodding, Nuo Tuanzi was really hungry, but he was still thinking about one person, and he hurriedly said, "Mom, shall I go and ask Chu Jin to come to eat Lantern Festival too?"
Her mother's expression was obviously hesitant, she paused, and whispered to her: "Okay, you go ask, if Xiao Chujin is not asleep, call him, if he is asleep, don't disturb him. When you are at the door, Look at the light by the window first? If the light is dim, don't call him."
"Okay, I'll go see if he's asleep?"
After agreeing to her mother, Song Qiaoxi still held the little rabbit lantern in her hand and ran towards the boiler room.
Looking from afar, under the dim yellow light of the compound, there is a group of small black shadows and a small white lamp moving, flickering in the cold winter night.
"Hum hum hum" ran to the door of the boiler room, Xiao Nuo Tuan supported his knees, gasped for a while, and then stepped up a few steps of the bungalow.
Just as I was about to knock on the door, I remembered my mother's exhortation, stopped, moved to the window first, and pulled the window sill to look inside.
There were red window grilles on the windows, and the curtains were drawn so tightly that there was not even a crack, and no light could be seen.
Chu Jin, are you really asleep
When I was in Santana just now, when I entered the gate of the compound, the radio in the car just chimed at 21:00 in the evening.
Now at most 9:00 pm, according to Chu Jin's schedule, he is still reading or practicing calligraphy at this time, shouldn't he go to bed so early
Carrying the little rabbit lantern, Song Qiaoxi paced back to the big iron gate of the boiler room, raised her hand several times, but did not knock.
She put her ear to the crack of the door, wanting to hear what was going on inside.
Unfortunately, there was silence all around, and nothing could be heard.
After thinking about it, I decided not to call him anymore.
If you really fell asleep and woke up, crawled out of the warm bed, and the cold wind was blowing when you opened the door, it was easy to catch a cold.
What the little girl didn't expect was that the sound of her footsteps lining up at the door, and the silhouette of her little head on the window sill, were all heard by Chu Jin, who was sitting in the chair, and watched in his eyes.
He didn't turn on the light, and curled up on a chair with a small photo frame in his hand.
In the photo frame is a group photo of Chu Jin's family of three. At that time, he was still very young, about three or four years old. He was held in his arms by his father to play "flying a plane", and his mother was protecting him.
The whole family laughed brightly, and the camera captured the happiest moment of the three of them.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month for three consecutive years was undoubtedly the saddest day in Chu Jin's short life.
At noon two years ago, the scene of his parents going out was still deeply imprinted in his mind.
Dad just came back from the police station, changed into a cold police uniform, put on the thick leather jacket that he often wears in winter, patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Son, Dad and Mom are going out for a trip. , I will take you to Baotu Spring at night to watch lanterns and guess lantern riddles!"
He remembered the leather smell of the leather jacket clearly, mixed with the spicy smell of shaving water, which was the smell of his father in memory.
His mother was wearing a long royal blue woolen coat and a thick snow-white scarf around the door. She pinched his face and smiled especially beautifully, "Everything, Mom and Dad will come back in a while, read less books, and watch animations too. Movies or something, just call and ask the children to come and play at home."
"Leave Lao Chu, go early and return early, come back, let's go to Baotu Spring early."
"Okay, let's go, son, you count the time. Mom and Dad will be back within two hours."
He clearly remembered his parents' movements, expressions, and tone of voice, but how he answered them, that memory seemed to be emptied.
No matter how you think about it, you can't remember a single bit.
I don't even remember if I smiled at my parents in the end and said to them "be careful"...
How he reacted, he can't remember anything.
I just remember that day, I was sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at the TV screen, and occasionally glanced at the wall clock on the wall.
Later, the time had already exceeded the two hours promised by Mom and Dad, and his stomach was starting to get a little hungry, but he still sat stubbornly in the living room.
The light outside the window, from bright to dark, until the house lights up.
Every light outside the window symbolizes the reunion of a family.
The sharp phone ringing rang in the dimly lit room.
He jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the receiver, and after hanging up, Chu Jin stood there like a wooden man.
since that day... ...
The 6-year-old Chu Jin knew one thing, he had no home.
He was also in a dimly lit room. During the Lantern Festival two years later, Chu Jin did not turn on the ceiling light of the boiler room, nor did he even turn on the small table lamp.
Today, he doesn't want to study, he doesn't want to do problems, and he doesn't want to read books.
I don't want to do anything, I just want to let my emotions go, let myself be silent in the dark, and fall deeper and deeper into the bottomless abyss.
When I was fostered at my uncle's house, the evil and ruthlessness buried in my heart, at this time, I was like a wolf, tiger and leopard who had been hungry for many days.
To become strong, only when you are strong can you not be bullied and avenge your parents.
Chu Jin hugged his trembling body tightly, biting his lips tightly, his mouth was full of fishy sweet taste...
The sound of hurried footsteps at the door disturbed his thoughts.
It's Song Qiaoxi.
As soon as I heard it, I knew that it was the sound of her two short legs "clicking", running out of breath.
The little girl hummed and panted at the door for a long time, and then seemed to let her breath go, and then paced back and forth like a "little thief". The silhouette of the little head fell on the glass window.
Did she have a small lantern in her hand? Liangliang flashed past the window, then went back to the door and stopped for a while, probably listening to the movement in the room.
I don't want her to see the way she is now.
Song Qiaoxi should not see all the places in the world that cannot be illuminated.
She is such a pure little person, pure like a white rabbit with a whole body, she should live in warm love, carefree and without worries.
Gently place the photo frame in your hand on the desk.
A very small "click", theoretically impossible for anyone outside the house to hear.
But Song Qiaoxi felt as if she had auditory hallucinations, and she always felt that there was a little noise in the boiler room just now.
Is Chu Jin awake
The glutinous dumpling, who was about to go home, stopped, slumped back to the crack of the door, and wrapped his hands in the shape of a microphone around his mouth, "Chu Jin, are you asleep?"
Listen carefully, the room is quiet.
"Chu Jin, do you want to eat Yuanxiao, hot Yuanxiao with black sesame filling?"
"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat tomato and egg noodles? Is it the kind in a soy pot?"
"What about Master Kong's braised beef noodles with an egg?"
"Scrambled buns with eggs?"
Repeat in sequence, say one, turn your ear to listen, say one, listen again...
It wasn't until there was still any sound in the room that responded to her, she was completely dead.
Alas, well.
The thought of wanting to hug him, comfort him, and so on, was in vain.
The glutinous dumpling sighed softly and stomped his feet slightly. Standing outside the house for so long, his feet were a little cold.
After thinking about it, she lay on the crack of the door and said softly again, "I'll leave you the little rabbit lantern, so that you won't be afraid of the dark."
Song Qiaoxi was most afraid of the dark. There were only a few dim street lamps in the courtyard at night, and many places were dark, which always reminded her of the small dark room where the welfare home was punished for doing something wrong.
With a small lantern in hand, it is full of sense of security.
But today, she felt that she could overcome her fear of the dark.
Because Nuo Tuanzi thinks that Chu Jin needs this little rabbit lantern more than she does.
She twisted her hands and feet to the window, placed the bunny lantern board right on the window sill, and fiddled with the red handle several times to make the bunny stand, and pressed it a few times. switch.
Thinking, should the lantern be on, or should it be dark
In the end, let the little rabbit lie brightly on the windowsill of Chu Jin's boiler room.
The group had a bit of luck in their hearts.
If, if Chu Jin woke up in a while, and could see a light on the windowsill at a glance, he would definitely be in a good mood.
Even if he doesn't wake up, when he gets up, he can see this little white rabbit as soon as he goes out.
He always said that he was like a little rabbit. He should be able to guess that she left it to him, right
I applauded my brilliant idea several times in my little head, and the emotion of "I'm great" completely replaced the feeling of guilt that I couldn't fully embrace.
With the help of the dim street lights in the courtyard, I turned back three steps and walked towards the family building.
It's a pity that this straight road has come to an end, and looking back from a distance, the faint light on the window sill of the boiler room is still shining there.
And the moment she walked into the building...
The door of the boiler room opened with a creak.
After a few seconds...
On the windowsill, the little light from the bunny lantern.
Went out.
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When she got home, her father took off her heavy padded clothes, gloves, and scarf, and put on pink bunny cotton slippers that were hot on the heater. Song Qiaoxi felt warm from head to toe.
The kitchen bead curtain made a "crackling" sound, and the living room was filled with the fragrant smell of glutinous rice. Her mother asked her, "Xixi is back, has Xiaochu come?"
"No, Mom, Chu Jin probably fell asleep."
She was taken to the bathroom by her father to wash her hands and replied loudly to her mother.
I recited the "Seven-step Hand Washing Song" in my heart, and washed my fingers one by one.
Now without Chu Ji's supervision, he will consciously wash his hands well, and subtly, he has changed her many bad habits.
On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the three members of the Song family were sitting around the dining table, each holding a bowl of steaming white fat Yuanxiao.
"Whoo... woohoo..."
With her cheeks puffed up and blowing hard on the fat garden in the spoon, Song Qiaoxi used the tip of her tongue to test the temperature from time to time.
Not to mention, the Song family hadn't eaten together for a long time, and no one had spoken at the moment.
Turning back into a family of three all of a sudden made everyone a little uncomfortable.
"Xixi, how about pulling the curtains in the room?"
Mom took a mouthful of Yuanxiao soup and raised her eyes to ask her.
"Well... ... "
Xiaoxiao took a bite of the glutinous rice crust, Song Qiaoxi nodded vaguely, and as soon as she returned to the warm environment, she was so sleepy that she nodded.
"Well, I'm probably going to sleep. After you finish eating, brush your teeth quickly to see you doze off."
Mom raised her chin at her and smiled faintly.
Dad also echoed: "It's okay to sleep, save the child from thinking too much."
After eating two Lantern Festivals, the glutinous dumplings could no longer open their eyes, so they forced their eyes to take a bite. In a panic, they almost knocked over the enamel bowl with their small hands, but luckily they were caught by my father.
When the child is drowsy, he is as fierce as a tiger, and the drowsiness is on his head, and he can't care about anything.
Mom shook her head and laughed at her daughter, "Eating can also fall asleep", lifted her from the chair with her small round buttocks, and went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth.
Turning around, he directly took off his coat and trousers and threw them into the bed, and his feet didn't even bother to wash.
As soon as Xiao Nuo Tuan touched the pillow, he saw Duke Zhou.
In the dream, Song Qiaoxi dreamed that the little rabbit lantern left in the boiler room had turned into a huge furry white rabbit, the size of a bear.
The big white rabbit held a sword with colorful rays of light, like a patron saint, guarding the door of Chu Jin's boiler room for her, and drove away all the monsters who wanted to break into the room and hurt him...
Early the next morning, at breakfast, Song Qiaoxi mysteriously approached Chu Jin and asked with a smile, "Did you go to bed early last night and heard anything outside the house?"
"..."
The boy frowned slightly, glanced at her, and continued to drink porridge in a gentle manner.
Oh... ...
It seems that Chu Jin did not hear his question, and the little rabbit lantern did not become the patron saint of the white rabbit.
Then he asked: "Then, when you came this morning, did you see a little white rabbit lantern on the windowsill?"
Without nodding or shaking his head, Chu Jin drank the porridge in silence, his chin tucked into his turtleneck sweater, his thick and long eyelashes almost blocking his eyes.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Nuo Tuanzi didn't continue to bother people.
Holding hands, he silently returned to his seat, two little fat hands holding a white fat candy triangle and chewing hard.
There is a sweet taste of white sugar filling in my mouth, and my heart is somewhat distressed for my little rabbit lantern.
oh, will it be...
Was it taken away by some early riser in the courtyard
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Winter to spring.
Qizhou's spring neck and autumn neck are the same as Shar Pei's neck, thick and short. It can be understood that the head is directly connected to the shoulder, which is roughly equal to none.
Just a few days after the catkins are flying, the early summer can't wait to start to emerge.
The first grade of the primary school attached to the normal school will enter the second half of the next semester.
The Xiaodoubao in Class 5, Grade 1, have grown up quite a bit and have generally adapted to school life.
Halfway through the second semester of the first grade, the head teacher Feng began to organize students to actively run for class cadres.
It's a pity that Teacher Feng has been mobilizing in private for a long time, and the class cadres of the two bars did not seem to attract these little peas.
She had no choice but to give the cubs an ultimatum. In the class meeting on Monday, she was going to run for the monitor, deputy monitor and all class cadres, and students were invited to sign up.
On this Monday in May, Song Qiaoxi took the lead and walked into the classroom with the "Little Gang of Five" with milk in its mouth.
As soon as she entered the door, she was so shocked that the milk bag almost fell out of her mouth.
There are not many students in the class, only three or five, and everyone has a packet of Mimi shrimp sticks and a real stick on their desks.
School giving out snacks
I saw Jiang Qisheng walking over with a plastic bag in his hand, smiling all over his face, and the little mung bean narrowed his eyes to the point that he could barely see.
Xiao Pangdun stretched out the bag in front of Song Qiaoxi, there were still half bags of lollipops and shrimp sticks left in the bag, his tone was obviously a little flattering, "Xixi, you can choose whatever flavor you like, I'll do it for everyone else. I sent a really good one, you can have as many as you want."
Jiang Qisheng was so enthusiastic about himself all of a sudden, which made Song Qiaoxi feel uncomfortable and his hair stood up.
No, although I didn't fight with Jiang Qisheng this half term, but every time we met, both sides didn't look good. Today he is...
Taking the wrong medicine
What's even weirder is yet to come, Jiang Qisheng spread out the bag in front of the big guy like a salesman, and greeted warmly, "Chu Jin, Wang Junyang, Ding Yi, and Miaomiao, don't be stunned, you like to eat. What does it taste like? Grape, strawberry, peach, or orange?"
Although the relationship is not good, it is not a deep hatred.
Song Qiaoxi always remembers her ten-year-old memory. She is a young lady, so she needs to be more generous, then she took off the milk bag and showed an embarrassed but polite smile, "Thank you, Jiang Qisheng, I... I'll just... don't eat."
Although she is greedy, she also knows that not everyone can eat what they give.
I vaguely feel that Jiang Qisheng is too weird, doesn't it fit his character
Holding the shoulder strap of the schoolbag, he nodded at Xiao Pangdun, raised his legs and walked to the back of the classroom.
Just a few steps away, Song Qiaoxi heard Jiang Qisheng roaring behind him, "Then, during the afternoon class meeting, can you vote for me to be the monitor?"
He froze in place all of a sudden, his eyes widened in shock, and he turned his head to look at Little Fatty.
good guy...
Fortunately, I didn't eat his snacks. I have to eat it, so I can eat people with short mouths and short hands.
So what was waiting for her here
Could it be that this is what Jiang Qisheng's father taught him
Then if you eat his candy, you must elect him as the monitor, is it considered "accepting bribes"...
Song Qiaoxi looked directly at Jiang Qisheng's longing eyes, and her clear and clear voice echoed in the classroom, "Whether I choose you to be the monitor or not, depends on whether your campaign speech can impress me? And your really good, Mimi shrimp sticks are hairy. relation."
After speaking, he turned his head and strode back to the desk in the last row, grabbed the lollipop and Mimi shrimp sticks on the desk, and put them back on Jiang Qisheng's seat.
Jiang Qisheng blushed and had a thick neck. He pouted and stomped his feet. He carried a plastic bag to "trap" the other students.
At the end of the Chinese class in the morning, Chu Jin was called by Mr. Feng to the office. When he came back, Song Qiaoxi leaned over curiously and asked, "Why is Mr. Feng looking for you?"
Seeing the gossip on Nuo Tuanzi's face, the corners of Chu Jin's mouth twitched slightly, "Why do you have to ask about everything?"
"Oh, I'm your roommate and your good friend, so of course I care about you."
Being able to speak the gossip in such a righteous way, she really has her...
Chu Jin took out the book, shook his head and said softly, "Mr. Feng wants me to run for monitor."
"..." Song Qiaoxi covered her mouth, looked around with wide eyes, lowered her voice and exclaimed, "Then you have to compete with Jiang Qisheng, he has almost 'bribed' all the classmates!"
"I didn't promise..."
"Well, well, but why?"
"No why, I don't want to."
Chu Jin didn't want to be the monitor, but Song Qiaoxi also understood that she had been the monitor before, and she had to take care of big and small matters, and she was really tired.
So this time she went to primary school again, she was not ready to be a cadre anyway.
It's pretty good to just spend the elementary school life like this "idle cloud wild crane".
It is estimated that Chu Jin also thinks so, right
She patted him on the shoulder with the attitude of someone from the past, and put on a look of "I understand you very well", "It's good, it will be a lot easier if you don't run for the squad leader."
But fate loves to tease people.
The more you want to avoid things, the more you can't avoid them.
In the afternoon class meeting, teacher Feng, the head teacher, adopted the principle of "distribution system" for the class cadres who did not participate in the election.
Ding Miao was assigned the position of the study committee.
Because Chu didn't want to have "one official and half a post", Teacher Feng asked Ding Miao, the second best student in the class, to serve as the study committee.
Song Qiaoxi was sitting upright in the classroom on the surface, but in fact, her mind has long wandered to an unknown era. Recently, she was reading Verne's novel, and she didn't have much deep memory of the wonderful plot of "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", but it appeared in the book. The variety of seafood...attracted to.
Wow, my mouth is watering just thinking about it!
Hearing Teacher Feng's name suddenly, he shuddered.
"Song Qiaoxi, come and be the art committee member. The music teacher said that you sing very well. You have to work hard for any art activities organized in the class in the future!"
Teacher Feng smiled and nodded to her, taking the lead in applauding.
What
Nuo Tuanzi scratched his head in embarrassment in the face of the warm applause from his classmates.
This... ...
Well, this is the "two bars" that I wanted to hide, but I didn't dodge.
Fortunately, the art committee is not a position with a particularly high sense of presence, so I worry about the annual "June 1" art show.
Then came the campaign for the squad leader. Not surprisingly, Jiang Qisheng was elected with the highest vote among the three contenders, but what surprised Song Qiaoxi was that Ding Miao's roommate Zhao Xin also ran for the squad leader.
Zhao Xin has always been timid, blushing as soon as he speaks, I really didn't expect that he would summon the courage and stammered to finish his campaign speech when he came to the stage.
Out of support for her good friend, Song Qiaoxi voted for Zhao Xin, although she also knew that Zhao Xin was unlikely to be elected class leader.
However, Mr. Feng finally let Zhao Xin, who ranked second in the votes, become the deputy monitor.
The little boy smiled shyly and kept looking at Ding Miao secretly.
After class, Song Qiaoxi ran to Ding Miao's desk, congratulated the shy boy, and gave him a thumbs up, "Zhao Xin, you are awesome!"
Zhao Xin blushed and whispered: "I, I hope I can be more courageous and not so timid. I also didn't expect to be the deputy monitor? I thought that I couldn't be anything.. . . . "
He scratched his head, looked at Ding Miao, and his face turned even redder.
"You have to believe in yourself. If you don't fight for something, how can you know if it will work? You are really good, and many people dare not fight for it."
Xixizai Chicken Soup, you deserve it.
By mid-June 1997, the students of the fifth grade of the first grade of the primary school attached to the normal school officially ended their first grade study career.
Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao also got their wish and took back the "Three Good Students" certificate.
These two little girlfriends, when they were in the second grade, spent a good deal on the star sisters in the courtyard!
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Song Qiaoxi's green Snoopy hard-shell notebook records things she finds interesting every few days.
A little girl's enthusiasm for the diary is always much higher than that of a little boy. After writing it herself, she will often take it out and re-read it page by page.
Xiao Nuo Tuan took out the green paper book from the drawer and flipped through the contents at will.
July 2, 1997, weather: sunny
Last night, there was a live TV broadcast of Hong Kong's return. I asked my parents to wake me up to watch, but my mother said that I slept like a pig and couldn't wake up. I was very unhappy yesterday.
But today I am very happy, because my father took me to Ximen Electronics City to buy a camera, and I also have a camera!
I will learn to take pictures with sister Qiu Meng, and I will earn a lot of money from taking pictures in the future, half of which will be left to my parents, and the other half will be distributed to Chu according to the agreement.
August 15, 1997 Weather: Clear to cloudy
Today, my father bought a big watermelon ice cream and put it in the refrigerator. After taking it out, it was cut in half. Chu and I were half, and my father and mother were half. Our family of four ate watermelon with a spoon.
Reading and reading, Song Qiaoxi amused herself, sticking out her tongue, scratching her ears, picking up a pen and starting to write today's diary.
October 14, 1997, weather: sunny
Dad said during dinner today that he was going to choose a new house tomorrow, and Mom was very happy.
I want to be obedient, not to cause trouble at school, and to let my parents live in the best new house.
To end it, close the journal and put it in the drawer.
Nuo Tuanzi dimmed the small table lamp, packed her schoolbag and climbed into her little bed.
Put the thin quilt to your chin, put your hands together and close your eyes to make a wish.
I hope tomorrow will be an uneventful and smooth day!
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Since the second grade, Song Qiaoxi and the others will no longer let their parents pick them up every day.
The Elementary School Affiliated to Normal University is not far from the newspaper compound. There is bus No. 102 across the road at the entrance of the compound. It takes five stops to reach the Affiliated Elementary School of Normal University.
Several children go to and from school together every day, and parents are also at ease.
It was also a coincidence that the Primary School Affiliated to the Normal University and the High School Affiliated to the Normal University were in a small alley, less than 500 meters apart. Xia Qiumeng and Cheng Lidong took the "Little Five People Gang" several times on the bus under the entrustment of several adults.
The cubs have a strong learning ability and quickly mastered new skills.
The monthly pass for elementary school students is very cheap. When you get on the bus, there is a "beep", and the machine makes a "student card" reading sound. The female voice of the machine means that children have the right to act independently.
They can leave school independently, which relieves a lot of pressure on these dual-career parents.
Except for Chu Jin, everyone has a rope around their necks that symbolizes growth.
Song Qiaoxi finally got his wish and got the right to control the keys of the house. A red thread hung the key on his chest, not to mention proud.
In mid-October, the sunshine of autumn is warm and warm, the so-called high autumn air.
Today it was Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin's turn to be on duty, and they left the house half an hour early.
After arriving at school and finishing the work, students entered the classroom one after another, and the two of them at the same table were holding a book and watching quietly.
I got up too early at noon and only slept for twenty minutes. Xiao Nuo Tuan was a little sleepy at the moment.
She stretched and yawned, closed the book and prepared to sleep on her stomach for a while.
Chu Jin silently took off his school uniform jacket, folded it into a small pillow and handed it to her, and then continued to read like a normal person.
"Thank you Chu Jin, why are you so nice."
He took it bluntly, the little girl turned her face on Chu Jin's coat, and took a deep breath.
Well, it smells good.
The bench they were sitting on moved slightly, and Nuo Tuanzi heard Chu Jin's footsteps, guess he was going to the bathroom
Slowly closed your eyes, ready to squint for a while before the teacher came.
Suddenly, a few "jijiji" juvenile animal cubs came from the front seat, making her sleepless.
Is it a chick? !
Is it a fluffy, cute little chick? !
Song Qiaoxi likes all kinds of small animals the most. She likes chickens, ducks, dogs, and kittens. It's a pity that her mother is obsessed with cleanliness and doesn't allow her to keep small animals.
He raised his head sharply and followed the source of the sound to find out who brought the animals to school
I saw that there were three rows of seats away from him. On Jiang Qisheng's desk, there were two little chicks dyed red standing shivering.
Wow, so cute!
Before she could make the sound of being adored by chicken cubs, the next second, her brows unconsciously wrinkled.
Jiang Qisheng and his little valet picked up the chicken's wings roughly, and let the two chickens imitate Transformers to "fight" in the air. . …
A gust of heat gushed out of her small chest, and Song Qiaoxi stood up from the bench with a bang.