This was the first time that Chu Jin took the initiative to speak to him, but Song Qiaoxi couldn't hear anything.
Curious
Of course she was curious, but she didn't ask in the end.
Now that she has snot and tears, she doesn't want to talk to her little brother at this time. She must be ugly now.
After slowing down again, Song Qiaoxi felt better.
Just as I was about to tell my mother that it was time to go home, a boy in a navy blue baboon suit stuck his head out with concern written all over his face, and shouted loudly, "Boss Xixi! I'll buy you a little snowman to eat. , you won't feel bad after eating it, next time I spray my mother's Paris Night perfume in the car, will you stop getting motion sickness?"
The boy is her number one valet in the compound, called Wang Junyang, who lent his father a Jetta, the son of Uncle Wang, who is also 6 years old this year.
Wang Junyang is taller than Song Qiaoxi, with a fashionable Aaron Kwok hair, the long and narrow Dan Feng turned around, stretched out her small hand and imitated Chu Jin's gesture to pat her on the back, and it seemed that she also wanted to learn to comfort others.
Song Qiaoxi was powerless and closed her eyes in despair.
She remembered that Wang Junyang was very strong, and when he was playing eagle to catch chickens, if he became an eagle, he could slap the children who were chickens on the ground.
The slap finally fell on his back, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Chu Jin's cold face, holding Wang Junyang's wrist without saying a word.
Wang Junyang was like a loach, desperately trying to break free from his control.
Before Wang Junyang could stand up again, Uncle Wang stepped on the drag board and strode to the battlefield.
Uncle Wang couldn't help but grab Wang Junyang's ear and pulled him away from Song Qiaoxi. His voice was full of anger: "Wang Junyang! I ran away before finishing my preschool homework. Let's go, go home and see how your mother will take care of you when you come back. !"
"Brother and sister, is Xixi okay? Damn, I forgot about the child's motion sickness." Uncle Wang touched the top of Song Qiaoxi's head with his other hand and said to his mother.
"It's alright, it's alright, thank you so much today, Brother Wang. I'll make sweet and sour pork loin tomorrow and send it to you and my sister-in-law." Mom helped her up and waved to Uncle Wang.
"Why are we polite, hey! This is not from the old Chu family... Cough, that, I'll take Yangyang back first to see Xixi's face is pale, and it's broken today. Rest early."
Mom seemed to give Uncle Wang a wink, and put a hand on Chu Jin's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Seeing Uncle Wang change the subject abruptly, he quickly went upstairs with a grinning Wang Junyang. .
"Come on, children, let's go home." Mother Song's voice was warm and firm.
On the summer night of 1996, the street lights in the compound were dim, and all kinds of insects held carnival parties under the lights.
Song Mama held Song Qiaoxi with her left hand and Chu Jin with her right hand. One big and two small walked side by side on the way home, and a long reflection of the three was drawn under the street lamp.
She had been searching for this way home in her dream for a long time, and Song Qiaoxi was fortunate that she finally found it.
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As soon as I got to the door of the house, I ran into my father holding toilet paper and was about to go out.
He scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled: "Daughter-in-law, I saw that the toilet paper ran out, and it took me a long time to find it in the chest of drawers..."
"It will be Sanqiu when you come. I'll take Xixi to take a bath first." With an "I know" expression on her face, she took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin obediently put them on.
Pushing Song Qiaoxi to the bathroom, her mother did not forget to turn her head and give her father an instruction: "I will give the child a bowl of mung bean soup to cool off the heat, put steamed buns and red sausage on it, put a cold tomato and add some sugar, wash two cucumbers, and make three The eggs are waiting for me to come out and fry."
"As ordered!" Dad accompanied Smiley, made a face at Song Qiaoxi and went to the kitchen.
After a while, Song Qiaoxi had her curly hair loose and steamed all over her body.
Her mother changed her into a pink nightdress, and the bow-knot slippers on her feet were full of water, making a "quack" sound every time she took a step.
After washing it, she felt comfortable. She saw Chu Jin, who was sitting on the edge of the cloth sofa, drinking mung bean soup with a blue-rimmed enamel bowl.
His eyelashes were like small fans, casting a small shadow under his pale eyes, and as he breathed, the eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings.
Accidentally stared blankly, how can there be such a good-looking boy
"Chu Jin, come, auntie will teach you how to adjust the water."
His mother's voice made Song Qiaoxi look back shyly, bow his head like a quail, and sighed lightly when he entered the bathroom.
Looking up at the slightly crude living room, this is the home Song Qiaoxi remembers.
In the original book, it was written that in 1998, my father's unit expanded the compound and built a new house, and then the family moved to the other side of the compound.
There is not much description of the new home in the book, and naturally there is no sense of picture in my mind.
But on the day of the house selection, there was a lot of accident. Because the original owner was acting as a demon in school, my father was urgently arrested to give lectures, so I missed the time for the house selection. In the end, I was only assigned a strange apartment that no one wanted, which made my mother sad. for a long time.
Similar unfortunate events, big and small, have become the Song family's daily routine since the original owner went to school.
Bad luck seemed to haunt her family from then on. The original owner became more and more uncontrollable, her parents were so worried that she couldn't sleep, and her career and family fell to the bottom. It was not until more than ten years later that the family was completely shattered.
Song Qiaoxi was determined to help her family avoid all bad luck.
Protecting the good life of the family starts with her.
When the school starts in September, she will go to primary school. She wants to be a good child with "five stresses and four beauties", and she must not cause trouble for her parents.
The smell of steamed red sausage wafted from the kitchen, and my mother instructed Chu to do a few more words at the door of the bathroom, then closed the door and walked quickly into the kitchen to do her work.
There was only Song Qiaoxi left in the living room. She touched the wall curiously, the green paint felt cool and slippery to the touch.
Looking around, there is a light green refrigerator in the corner, a few Wangwang stickers are crookedly pasted on the refrigerator door, and a folding round dining table is placed by the window.
There is a 20-inch color TV on the high and low cabinet beside it. On the screen, a chubby little boy is putting pigeons. A familiar melody is ringing in his ears.
"Love is love, love is amour, love is rak, love is..."
Looking at the Combas wall clock on the wall, she remembered that her favorite "Zhengda Variety Show" is available every Sunday at 7:30 pm.
There was a small bench at the door of the kitchen. Song Qiaoxi looked at the sofa near the door and chose to sit on the bench because it was closer to her parents.
"I just asked Lao Wang and his daughter-in-law about it. After Lao Chu and his wife left, Chu Jin's uncle went through the adoption procedures and took the child away. Guess what, it took less than a year to get involved. The Chu family's money is gone, and the child is directly thrown at the gate of the suburban orphanage, it's not a goddamn thing."
Dad's voice came to the kitchen door.
It was about Chu Jin, she pricked up her ears and quietly moved the small bench in.
"Officer Chu and Sister Qiu Yu are both such good people, what's the matter? You say, ah..." Mom sighed, "It's hard for the child, I remember that Sister Qiu Yu has two more Brother, Chu Jin's two uncles don't care about him?"
"Don't mention it, Lao Wang has relatives and they are neighbors. Uncle runs a boat and is not at home all the year round. My aunt doesn't let his children go to school without his family's money. Beating and scolding him is a common occurrence, and he even sends his children to the door every day. Out, I guess I was kicked out today, look at the scars on the child's legs... "
Dad should be cutting something. The sound of "dong, dong, dong" made her not very clear about what was said later.
Mom: "Where's my uncle? Let's contact tomorrow to see. Sister Qiu Yu is also from your newspaper office. You can't ask the leader to come forward and communicate. The child must not go to school. Chu Jin is one year older than Xixi, and it has been delayed for a year. Let the child live in our house, and he will not miss a bite of food."
"Well, I don't know what's going on with his uncle. If it doesn't work tomorrow, I'll take a trip. The child calls the police and saves our daughter. I really want no one to take care of... I'm afraid of Xixi... It's hard to do. ... "
The faucet rattled, Dad's voice became intermittent, he started cooking, and the cooker hood was so quiet that she couldn't hear her parents' conversation at all.
The smell of scrambled eggs slipped out through the plastic bead curtain, and it was fragrant, but Song Qiaoxi had no appetite at all, only felt stuffy in her chest.
If she were to go back to the orphanage now, she would not go back even if she was beaten to death.
Like a child who has never eaten candy, he can live without candy because he doesn't understand how wonderful the taste of sweetness is.
But getting used to the sweetness of happiness, and then taking away everything you have, what kind of pain would it be
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"It's still so hot today."
Song Qiaoxi sat on the big bed covered with bamboo mats, listening to her mother's complaints, she found clean towels from the chest of drawers and put them on the small bed beside the big bed.
This is the north-facing bedroom of my parents, and my own small room faces west. It is too hot to sleep in the summer.
Parents simply put up a small wire bed for her to sleep, next to the big bed.
There is an extra child at home today, so Chu Jin sleeps in a small bed, while Song Qiaoxi and his parents sleep in a big bed.
She felt tired just now at the dinner table, but now listening to the regular "clicking" sound of the fan swinging its head, it was more effective than a lullaby, so sleepy she nodded.
After experiencing too many things on this day, Nuo Tuanzi's 6-year-old body couldn't support it at all, and he said in a daze: "Brother Chu Jin, good night."
He fell asleep as soon as his head stuck to the pillow.
Chu Jin, who was on the cot beside him, folded his hands on his chest. After Aunt Qiao turned off the light, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
He was lying facing the bedroom door, and he could see a ray of light coming in through the crack of the door, which proved that the lights in the living room were still on, and he could vaguely hear Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao talking in low voices.
How could it be impossible to guess what they were talking about, it must be something related to him.
This made Chu Jin regret accepting Uncle Song's kindness, and felt that he had caused trouble for his uncle and aunt.
Don't think about it for a while, after all, I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time.
Tonight's hot bath, full meal, soft sheets... it all seemed like an extra gift from God.
Closing his eyes, Chu Jin allowed himself to be immersed in the darkness, with Song Qiaoxi's even breathing in his ears, and occasional humming like a little milk cat.
The little girl sleeps so sweetly, and she is so lucky to have such warm parents.
There was a rustling sound, Chu Jin opened his eyes vigilantly, and found that Song Qiaoxi kicked off the towel and quilt, turned over and lay on his side.
He smelled the clean milk fragrance on the little girl, he was relieved, and closed his eyes again.
Chu Jin had a very heavy dream. In the dream, he saw his father and mother, but they no longer knew him.
He cried and shouted: "Mom, mom, take me away, please, I don't want to be alone..."
Mom and Dad didn't seem to hear his voice, and the two walked farther and farther, and soon disappeared into the skyline.
Despair squatted on the ground and cried, and in a trance, a faint scent of milk surrounded him.
On your arm, is something tapped lightly