"Thank you Uncle Song Jianguo, Aunt Qiao Qin, Uncle Wang..."
Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin put down the letter and listened to him say his parents' names, Wang Junyang's parents' names, Ding Yi and Ding Miao's parents' names, Qiu Meng's sister's parents...
In all the courtyards, the names of the adults who love them, care for them, and love them, Chu Jin said their names clearly.
"Thank you also for the 'Little Five Gang' led by Song Qiaoxi..."
Hearing his name, Xiao Nuo Tuan was really shocked.
She took Ding Miao's hand and was very excited, "Chu Jin received the award, thank you!"
The four cubs can't wait to hug each other, and they feel as beautiful as they have won the Oscar statuette.
After that, Chu Jin picked up the letter paper again and began to read the names of the people on the paper. After reading it, he bowed slightly, and the audience responded with warm applause.
Many aunties who are mothers of newspapers also secretly wipe their tears, and uncles and uncles who are fathers sigh.
"This child Chu Jin is too sensible, woohoo, it's not easy..."
"Looking at this child reminds me of Xiao Sun, who looks so much like his mother. What the child said is so heartbreaking."
"This child was raised really well by Editor-in-Chief Song and his wife. It's a loss to meet a good family."
"This child has such a good temperament, so handsome, standing there with a straight waist, like a noble child... "
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Song Jianguo listened to the discussions of his colleagues around him, and pinched his brows. He only hoped that the process would end soon. When he got home, he was going to find a chance to talk to Xiao Chujin, so as not to leave any psychological shadow on the child.
The next step is the award ceremony.
Aunt Gao of the neighborhood committee invited President Jiang and the second-in-chief of the newspaper to come to the stage, and asked the "big belly" president Jiang to issue a certificate of "self-improvement" to Chu Jin, and asked the second-in-command of "bald" to send a scholarship red envelope to Chu Jin.
The flash was flashing on the stage, and the adults beside Chu Jin all showed "standard" smiles to the camera.
And Song Qiaoxi could clearly see that Chu Jin didn't even have a smile on his face, his eyes were looking coldly ahead, and he didn't even look at the camera.
There was a rush of hot air from the heart to the neck, and the scalding went straight to the roots of the ears.
The glutinous dumplings also held a few peeled sunflower seeds in their hands, and when they loosened their hands, all the peeled sunflower seeds fell silently to the ground.
At that moment, Song Qiaoxi wanted to rush to the stage, pull Chu Jin down, and hug him with all his strength...
But this thought only took a second, and it was dispelled by her in an instant.
How can I use all my strength to hug him, what if I am too strong and hurt Chu Jin
Or use a little strength to touch his wrist.
Just like when he was a child, when he had nightmares, he patted Chu Jin's wrist lightly, and soon he would be relieved...
When she noticed that someone pulled her sleeve, Nuo Tuanzi came back to her senses.
She tilted her head to see Ding Miao pushing her glasses, pursed her lips and whispered, "Xixi, I don't like this award very much. Next year, can we not let Chu Jin come?"
"Well, I don't like it either, and we won't let him come again in the future."
Shaking his head firmly, Song Qiaoxi took Ding Miao's hand and said solemnly.
Wang Junyang looked over, looking full of question marks, "Why don't you come again in the future, Chu Jin is so majestic, look at the president and that old bald donkey..."
Ding Miao covered Wang Junyang's mouth and looked around, only to let go after seeing that no one was paying attention to him, "Shh...what an old bald donkey!"
Wang Junyang scratched his head and lowered his voice with a smirk, "No, those uncles with little hair are all rushing to take pictures with Chu Jin, they are leaders, we Chu Jin are delicious, okay? "
"What about the leaders? I think Chu Jin is reluctant to take pictures with them. Before the old president and uncle went to see Chu Jin, they didn't take pictures when they gave him the scholarship?" Ding Yi leaned over and whispered, "Let's next year, Don't come."
"Yes, if I meet Aunt Gao next year, I will reject it directly, and tell her not to come to Chu Jin again in the future."
Song Qiaoxi patted her chest, as if she swore to be "the messenger of flowers".
Don't say it, she has become a prophet for herself.
Xiao Nuo Tuan really did an "earth-shattering" event at the millennium newspaper party and became the "celebrity" of the newspaper.
The party ended at 7 o'clock in the evening. Dad Song and Dad Wang, two big men, led five children to go back to the courtyard for a yellow noodles. Before and after, it was a matter of starting price. It was a day in Qizhou in January. It's cold without the sun.
But the children insisted and wanted to go back to the compound.
The auditorium is not far from the newspaper compound, and it only takes ten minutes to walk back. The little cubs are all well-dressed and angry, and they don't feel cold when they walk outside on a big night in January.
The two big men were shivering with cold, and they could only accompany a few little ancestors home.
It's just that this time, Song Qiaoxi's schoolbag was not carried by Chu, Song Jianguo took the initiative to carry the "heavy burden". After thinking about it, he felt that his daughter's schoolbag was still his father's back, right
Keeping Xiao Chu back all the time is like bullying others.
Why did the "Little Gang of Five" want to walk back
It's all Wang Junyang's fault.
If it wasn't for him, when he was finishing up, he said that he wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes, and hooked out the greedy worms. "Rusty Iron Bucket".
Finally, at the crossroads two hundred meters away from the courtyard, I ran into an uncle.
The uncle was wrapped in a thick military coat and a dog-skin hat on his head. He was pushing a dilapidated tricycle with a large rusty iron bucket on it, and a loudspeaker beside him, which played on a loop in dialect.
"Roasted sweet potatoes ~ hot! It's delicious, sweet! Mom, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes. Eat! Eat a big piece, is two enough? Enough, thank you mom, mom is so nice!"
Across the distance, the special fragrance and sweetness burrowed into the nose.
Song Qiaoxi was called "Puppy Nose" by her parents and was the first to smell it.
"I smell it, Dad, Uncle Wang, Roasted Sweet Potatoes Roasted Sweet Potatoes! Right in front! Hurry up, you two!"
Wearing a small woolen hat on his head, the glutinous dumpling danced and urged the two fathers behind him.
The meaning couldn't be more obvious, it's time for the two of you to pay.
In this cold winter and twelfth lunar month, it is indeed a beautiful thing to have a roasted sweet potato in your arms.
The two fathers also smiled at each other, raised their legs and ran forward like a hairy boy, chasing a few children to the crossroads.
"Master, please pick seven roasted sweet potatoes, all of them are oily."
Song Jianguo stomped his feet, wrapped his leather jacket tightly, and smiled enviously at the uncle who was wearing a military coat.
"Okay."
The uncle agreed, opened the lid of the big iron bucket, picked up a long iron pliers and picked up the sweet potatoes under the dim street light.
The uncle was skillful, and he said, "What's the food for the children? Let's pick out a few smaller ones for you. After eating sweet potatoes, I won't be able to eat at night."
Dad Wang waved his hand, stomped his feet, and said shiveringly: "Okay, you can do it, big or small will do, slender ones are more sweet? Pick sweet ones, these little cubs are all reincarnations of gluttonous gluttons. , you can eat a lot."
Song Qiaoxi held Chu Jin's arm with one hand and Ding Miao with the other, standing by the iron bucket and waiting.
Watching the uncle's iron tongs fly up and down, he seems to know if the sweet potato is cooked or not, and whether it is oily or not, as long as he clamps it a little with the clips
Soon, everyone, including Dad Song and Dad Wang, carried a hot roasted sweet potato wrapped in newspaper.
The two fathers fought over the payment, but in the end Song Jianguo paid.
The warm sweet potato is like a fiery little stove, Song Qiaoxi holds it in both hands, as if the severe cold of winter has been dispelled a little, just smelling it is a feeling of happiness.
For the remaining two hundred meters, the five children and two adults walked very slowly.
If the mothers were there, the children would definitely not be allowed to eat outside against the cold wind, but the fathers in the north were originally rough men, so how could they think of this carefully
With a big wave of his hand, "Children, let's eat!"
A few cubs carefully tore open the corners of the roasted sweet potato, and sighed and gnawed on it.
The rules set by mothers such as "you must wash your hands before eating", "you can't eat with your hands", "no sound when you eat", etc., have long been thrown into the air.
Song Qiaoxi loves to eat a lot in winter.
Bingtang haws with frozen sugar shells, fried rice flowers with a bang, of course, my favorite is the hot roasted sweet potatoes.
The sweet potatoes that my uncle picked for her today are slender and long, and you can see under the street lights that the sweet potatoes are bubbling with "sugar oil".
When her father was not paying attention, she first licked the sweet potato "honey juice" that came out of the skin. Licking the skin of the food was a matter of principle, and she would be punished if her father caught it.
Wow!
Burnt, sweet, like a mouthful of molasses!
Open it while it's hot, and gently pinch a small piece of sweet potato skin with your fingertips. The air is instantly filled with the aroma of sweet potatoes and the white mist.
Looking back at Ding Yi and Ding Miao, the two children with glasses, sure enough, there was a layer of mist covering their lenses, but it didn't prevent them from having a good time.
The flesh of the roasted sweet potato is yellow and red, with a bit of crystal transparency. This time the sweet potato was roasted very well. There are "sugar oil" in many places. When you bite into it, the taste is delicate and soft, and it will soon be in your mouth. melted.
It's like taking a sip of sweet potato syrup that has been boiled for a long time. The water evaporates almost, and the essence is concentrated, and the mouth is full of rich sweet potato aroma.
The big guys were eating in full swing, Xiao Nuo Tuan took a few bites, licked his lips and raised his head.
Hey, what about Chu Jin
Just as she was about to shout, she saw not far away, a tall and thin boy walking towards her with two long legs.
Chu Jin held the sweet potato wrapped in the newspaper in his hand, and didn't move, his face looked gloomy.
"Where did you go?" Song Qiaoxi's calf was a little tied in cotton wool pants. She couldn't run fast. She held up the roasted sweet potato and ran to meet him, "Why don't you eat sweet potato, it's sweet and sweet."
She saw that there was a small trash can behind Chu Jin, and saw that there was a red certificate-like thing lying in the trash can.
Xiao Nuo Tuan wanted to probe into it to see clearly, but was dragged away by Chu Jin's arm.
"That's..." The roasted sweet potato in her hand suddenly turned savory, and she asked in a low voice, blinking her eyes, "Is that the certificate from just now?"
"Yeah." Chu Jin replied softly, took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped the corners of her mouth and cheeks for her, and finally nodded her nose.
"How do you eat, it's all over your face, even on the tip of your nose."
His tone was a little reproachful, but his hands were very light and rubbed very carefully.
Nuo Tuanzi felt that the tip of his nose was itchy, giggled twice, and raised his face subconsciously to get closer to him.
Raising his eyes and staring at his calm eyes, he couldn't see any emotionally beautiful peach blossom eyes, "It's so itchy, rub my nose again."
It seems that because of her sudden approach, Chu Jin's hands shook for a moment, and he was stunned for a moment.
I only heard Wang Junyang on the side, and shouted in a sticky and strange voice, "Hey, Chu Jin, why are you serving the young lady like a maid?"
Ding Yi ran past with the roasted sweet potato in hand, and added, "I think it's serving the little ancestor!"