"However, Xixi is going to the Spring Festival Gala, why don't we know?"
Mom and Song Qiaoxi heard the sound and walked to the living room.
Song Qiaoxi even pointed at herself and asked dumbly, "Brother Ran, I'm on TV? Are you sure it's me..."
"Come on, look at it!"
My cousin took Song Qiaoxi's arm and asked her to sit down in front of the TV.
I saw a little girl wearing a pink vest skirt and a white bottoming shirt on the TV screen, singing with a strong Hong Kong and Taiwan accent: "You can be Ma-cau, don't believe me, I've been away from you for too long. Mother... ... "
On the other hand, Song Qiaoxi wore the same pink vest dress that day, with white rabbit fur on the shoulders, and a white bottoming sweater with a Peter Pan collar.
Her mother gave her a princess haircut, with a pink hairpin, and her long seaweed-like hair fell behind her.
The little girl on the TV has big eyes, looks a little nervous, looks timid, and looks very cute.
Song Qiaoxi thinks this song is so good!
The little girl in the Spring Festival Gala has straight black hair. Although her skirt is the same as her own, her eyes are a bit similar, but in other respects, they don't seem to be very similar
"Xixi, look, is it you? When did you sing "Song of the Seven Sons"?"
However, cousin proudly pointed to the little girl on TV, and then pointed to Song Qiaoxi.
"Pfft haha, of course, this isn't Xixi, obviously she's not alone? It's just the same clothes, what do you think, what kind of eyes do you look at! Go back and ask the second uncle to buy you some more mutton liver soup to eat, to mend your eyes... ... "
The uncle's cousin looked at the TV screen, then at her, and laughed out loud.
The second uncle also echoed: "That's right, the little girl I watch on TV is not as good-looking as our Xixi, Xixi is so white, her eyes are bigger than that little girl, anyway, the second uncle thinks that our girl is the best looking! "
"It's still our Xixi that looks good. I think Xixi has lost weight recently? The pointed chin has come out." The second aunt picked up a top of dumplings to bring to the kitchen, and did not forget to turn around and add, "It's also long. Let's see how many children will compare to each other in a while, has Xixi grown taller?"
"Okay, I seem to have really grown taller?"
Song Qiaoxi jumped up from the bench, pulled up Chu Jin, who was sitting beside him, and insisted on comparing him back-to-back.
There are several scratches drawn with pencils on the door frame of the Song family study. The traces on the left door frame belong to Song Qiaoxi, and the right door frame belongs to Chu Jin.
It can be seen that Song Qiaoxi has indeed grown a little taller this year, but it is still far from Chu Jin.
Being praised by the second aunt today, she immediately felt as if she had really grown taller.
Clinging tightly to Chu Jin's back, Xiao Nuotuan anxiously asked the second uncle who came over: "Second uncle, where do you see me getting to Chu Jin? Am I almost as tall as him?"
The second uncle asked her to wait a moment, went to the study to get a book, put it on Song Qiaoxi's head, and laughed out loud.
"Ahahahahaha, ah, Xixi, come and see for yourself, see where you are in Chu Jin?"
He maintained the position of the book with one hand, and pulled Song Qiaoxi around in a circle with the other, letting her take a good look at Chu Jin's back.
Blinking his eyes, Nuo Tuanzi looked at the position of the book, feeling a chill in his heart.
This, the gap with Chu Jin, is still close to a head!
Why can't I grow taller
You must have worked hard to eat meat!
It's not fair, Chu Jin doesn't eat much meat, and he still grows so tall...
Unhappily, he nestled into the sofa, holding a fruit dan skin in his mouth, and Song Qiaoxi nibbled at it with his front teeth.
Chu Jin sat beside her, turned his face to the side, and asked softly with a shallow smile in his eyes, "What's the matter, are you angry?"
"Why am I so short? Miaomiao was as tall as me when she was in kindergarten, but now she is taller than me, Ding Yi has grown taller, Wang Junyang is almost as tall as you, and you are almost as tall as brother Ranran. Yes, but my brother is going to go to junior high school, I will be nine years old soon, why don't I grow... "
Xiao Nuo Tuan said, his mouth pouted in grievance.
Chu Jin comforted her: "You are more than a year younger than me, Ding Miao and the others are older than you, you are still young, maybe you will grow taller in two years."
"What if I can't grow taller? My parents are tall, so it's shameful to be short..."
When Song Qiaoxi thought about it, it would be too embarrassing if she didn't grow taller in the future, her mood was obviously low, and the fruit dan skin in her mouth was no longer fragrant, like chewing wax.
"You will definitely grow taller in the future."
Chu Jin said in a firm tone, reached out and lightly tapped the tip of Nuo Tuan's nose.
With Chu Jin's assurance, Song Qiaoxi was still a little uneasy, raised her eyes and asked seriously, "What if I really don't grow taller?"
"Then I don't despise you either..."
Chu Jin laughed softly.
--
In the Spring Festival of 1999, there were many popular words on the Spring Festival Evening.
"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the ground", "cute eyebrows, good-looking girls; dinosaurs, not good-looking.", "come home often", "Macau return"...
This year's Lantern Festival, a few cubs are not very interested in going to Baotu Spring to watch lanterns, or watching folk performances with small lanterns.
Nine or ten-year-old dolls, when they are exposed to the Internet and computers, prefer to play computers at home.
During the winter vacation, her mother also asked Song Qiaoxi to practice Jinshan typing at home to train her typing speed.
Xiao Nuo Tuan's hands-on ability is not strong, and his typing speed is not fast. Jinshan's typing practice for a long time is not good, and he feels bored. He complained to Chu Jin several times during the winter vacation.
During the holidays, if she was playing on the computer in the study, Chu Jin would usually play the piano or do math Olympiad problems.
Mother will control the time Song Qiaoxi spends playing on the computer. For more than an hour and a half, she will go to practice calligraphy or write homework for winter vacation.
Usually at this time, it is time for Chu to "play" the computer.
What surprised Song Qiaoxi was that she accidentally discovered that Chu Jin was not playing games. The computer screen was filled with symbols, formulas, numbers and letters that she could not understand.
Asked him, Chu Jin just smiled and didn't give himself an answer.
Until the day before the end of the winter vacation, Song Qiaoxi found an icon in the shape of a little white rabbit on the computer desktop.
Chu Jin just sat on the piano bench and was flipping the score.
"Chu Jin, come and see, what is this, how come I've never seen it before?"
Sitting on the computer chair with her two short legs dangling, Song Qiaoxi turned around the chair handle with both hands, turning herself to face Chu Jin.
The boy put down the piano score in his hand, raised his head and winked at her, "Open it and see, and you'll know."
"Oh, what is it?"
Xiao Nuo Tuan turned himself back again, and double-clicked to open the little white rabbit icon.
A lot of white bunnies appeared on the screen, jumping on the lawn, waiting to be fed and waiting to eat carrots.
In order to let the bunny eat more carrots, it is necessary to try to type out the characters at the top of the screen correctly.
If you hit the right character, it will turn into a carrot and fall down, and the bunny will rush to eat the carrot.
Song Qiaoxi was stunned, this turned out to be a typing game software!
Compared with the boring typing practice, this little game is much more interesting and not boring at all.
"This is what you did?"
After playing it for a while, Song Qiaoxi left the keyboard with her short hands, turned around and stared at Chu Jin, as if she didn't recognize the handsome boy in front of her.
"Well," Chu Jin nodded and asked softly with a smile, "Do you like it?"
"I like it!" Song Qiaoxi nodded, looking back at the mini-games, then Chu Jin, scratching his head with his hands, "How did you do it? No one taught you, wow, the computer class will not start until the next semester. , but the school doesn't teach how to play games, right?"
"There are programming tutorials on the Internet, it's very simple, and you can learn it by yourself." Chu Jin shrugged, picked up the piano score on the piano bench again, flipped a few pages at random and put the score on the piano stand, "I will Make more interesting games for you, but you can't play for too long, or your eyes will be short-sighted."
Song Qiaoxi raised her hands and cheered, "Amazing! Chu Jin, why are you so good!"
By the time of Kaichun'er, Song Qiaoxi's typing speed had improved a lot.
This little bunny-eating carrot game is updated every few weeks to make it more difficult.
When the normal school attached to the primary school opened a computer class in the new semester, the computer teacher found that Chu Jin surpassed Wang Junyang and became the young boy in the third grade and fifth class who played the most computer games.
He was also forced by the computer teacher to be named "computer class representative".
Although this position, the only job is to distribute shoe covers to everyone before entering the computer room...
It's just that before the millennium, no one paid attention to Chu Jin's "trivial" little bright spot. After all, he was too smart, and it seemed that he could do the best thing without much effort.
The family that had a good relationship with the Song family would not put any pressure on Chu in front of the children.
But in private, they all decided that this child must be a candidate for Tsinghua and Peking University in the future, suitable for scientific research, and should be a postdoctoral fellow.
Only Chu Jin himself felt like a certain string in his heart moved after he came into contact with the computer and the Internet.
A thin network cable can connect the world together.
The little boy silently planted a seed in his heart.
He told himself that in addition to his dream of traveling the world with Song Qiaoxi, he had another little dream in his heart...
--
In September 1999, just a few days after the start of the fifth class of the fourth grade of the normal school, the class was bombarded with several blockbuster news in a row.
"Xixi, Chu Jin, do you know that there will be a seven-day holiday starting on October 1st this year for National Day, and it will take so long for Labor Day on May 1st. It's so cool! This year's National Day has its 50th anniversary. Military parade, let's watch the live broadcast together on 11th, come to my house, my mother just changed a 40-inch plasma color TV, and it looks clear."
Wang Junyang lay all over Song Qiaoxi's desk.
Just in the education class, he played basketball with a few boys in the class. His face was covered in sweat, but his face was filled with an irresistible smile.
"Wang Junyang, if you go past, sweat will drip onto the table. I don't want to wipe it again."
Chu Jin raised his head from the book, raised his hand and tapped on the table in front of Wang Junyang, his face was obviously displeased.
"Know it... ... "
Wang Junyang held back his mouth and stepped back.
"A little further back."
Chu Jin was a little reluctant today.
Only after staring at him and retreating to a certain distance from Song Qiaoxi did he lower his head and read the book again.
"Come on, I'm going to catch a cold in a while," Song Qiaoxi took out a tissue from her schoolbag and handed it to him, then took out her own little water bottle and drank a mouthful of water, "Yes, it's going to take a long time, but our dads seem to be both I have to take turns to be on duty in the editorial department, I heard what my mother said, then we will go to your house to watch the military parade?"
After speaking, she glanced at Chu Jin, who was sitting beside her, and wanted to ask for his opinion.
Chu Jin's body was dry and dry, and he didn't sweat at all.
Because he didn't take physical education class at all, he was dragged by the math teacher Li to the office to make up the math Olympiad, saying that he would let Chu Jin represent the school to participate in the city's math Olympiad competition next semester.
Chu Jin raised his head from the book, frowned slightly, glanced at Song Qiaoxi, his eyes fell on the tissue in Wang Junyang's hand and paused for a while.
"Shall we go to Yangyang's house to watch the military parade?"
Song Qiaoxi tilted her head and asked softly.
"I'm whatever, you decide."
Chu Jin answered her, and lowered his head again to start calculating.
"Xixi, you are so kind to me, you really care about me." Wang Junyang wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, and said happily, "Can we call Brother Lidong and Sister Qiumeng together? They are also on holiday, Brother Lidong said, There will be a lot of new chariots, artillery, missiles, and various fighter jets at the military parade. He knows a lot and can explain it to us when the time comes."
Song Qiaoxi thought about it for a while and said honestly, "Sister Qiu Meng just came back from the hospital. I heard Uncle Xia say that my sister needs to rest. If she doesn't go, brother Lidong will not go."
Wang Junyang clenched the used tissue in his hand, didn't throw it away, patted his forehead and said, "That's right... Brother Lidong always said that we were 'light bulbs', so we won't call them, just a few of us. Ha, see you soon."
"Well, let's talk to Miaomiao and Ding Yi again, the 50th anniversary military parade must be very beautiful, I'm looking forward to it!" Song Qiaoxi nodded and put away the kettle.
Wang Junyang just got up from the table, fell down again, and asked in a low voice: "Committee of literature and art, I heard from the head teacher that in order to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the National Day and the return of Macao to the motherland, we have to prepare for a singing competition before the school holiday. Is there this time? Is something wrong?"
"Well, Teacher Feng said let me choose a few songs and announce them to everyone at the class meeting next week."
Song Qiaoxi answered Wang Junyang, a little absent-minded.
She turned her head and glanced at Chu Jin again, but he still had a straight face.
"Have you chosen the song, do you still want to choose the lead singer?" Wang Junyang blinked mysteriously, and asked, lying beside her ear, "Can you choose me as the lead singer?"
Song Qiaoxi shook her head, "It's not what I said, I most hope that our class will sing "Song of the Seven Sons". I heard it during the Spring Festival Gala. I don't know how to arrange it, but I heard that the music teacher wants Chu Jin to play the piano accompaniment."
"The Song of the Seven Sons? The lead singer should be a girl. The Spring Festival Gala was sung by a girl. I thought there would be any song. A boy and a girl would lead the singing together."
Wang Junyang scratched his head, stuffed the tissue in his hand into his trouser pocket, and lowered his head in frustration.
"I don't know. Next week's class meeting, let's see how Teacher Feng arranges it."
Song Qiaoxi imitated Miaomiao and shrugged coolly.
This class is a large recess, with a 20-minute break.
She took out two "drools" from her schoolbag, quietly tore open the candy wrapper, bit it in her mouth, and her eyes narrowed with sourness.
The other one was naturally placed on Chu Jin's Olympiad book, holding a long candy in his mouth, smiling at him with small white teeth.
Chu Jin took the candy but didn't eat it, just put the candy beside the pencil case.
The little boy was a little irritable at this moment.
I don't know since when, Song Qiaoxi showed friendship to other boys. Even Wang Junyang and Ding Yi in the "Little Five Gang" who grew up together made him feel more or less sour, like a little boy. It's like a cat scratching with its claws.
"This is sour. It can refresh your mind. You have studied math Olympiad for a whole class, aren't you sleepy? Would you like to take a break and I will fold a small pillow for you with my coat?"
The glutinous dumpling asked vaguely that she had eaten half of the sugar, and reached out to the hole in the table to get the coat.
In Qizhou in September, it was only a little cold in the morning and evening, but a pure cotton sweater jacket, Chu Jin would always prepare it no matter what the season.
For nothing else, just to make Song Qiaoxi sleepy, there is a piece of clothing that can be folded into a small pillow under her face.
He has always been in good spirits, and he has never used it.
"not sleepy."
Chu Jin said two words lightly, but his body did not move.
Xiao Nuo Tuan had no choice but to withdraw his hand and did not dare to act rashly.
With a soft "oh" sound, she glanced at the calculation formula on the paper, chewing on the candy and trying to find another topic.
The two have been together for more than four years, and they have already figured out each other's temperament.
If there is something wrong, everyone can be very sensitive.
Chu Jin's mood was a little low, or it was not low, but a little strange
Song Qiaoxi knew that something was wrong with him, but she didn't understand the specific reason.
The little dumpling of straight balls couldn't hold back at all, his mind was stubborn, and he stubbornly thought that Chu Jin was not happy, so he must be coaxed to be happy before he could complete his goal.
If you are not happy with one coaxing, then coaxing it several times.
Always be happy, right
"This question, uh..." She studied the Olympiad problem in front of Chu Jin for a long time, as if she didn't even understand the problem, she bit her head and approached Chu Jin, "How many solutions are there?"
"You don't understand."
Chu Jin glanced at her and continued to write and draw on the scratch paper.
Song Qiaoxi stuffed the rest of the candy in her mouth, resting her chin lightly on Chu Jin's forearm, "Tell me about it, okay?"
Qizhou in mid-September is the time when the "Autumn Tiger" is fierce. It is as hot as summer, and the swinging fans in the classroom squeak.
The children were still wearing summer clothes. Song Qiaoxi tapped her chin twice, feeling that Chu Jin's arms were cool and quite comfortable.
"..."
Chu Jin stopped writing, remained silent, and stared at the Mathematical Olympiad book spread out in front of him.
"If you don't tell me, how do you know I don't understand?"
Xiao Nuo Tuan asked flatteringly, her fleshy face sticking to Chu Jin's bare forearm.
As if defeated by her, Chu Jin sighed softly.
Uncomfortably moving his right arm, as if he wanted to pull away, he said helplessly, "This is a math Olympiad problem in junior high school, you haven't learned it yet."
Hearing this sentence, Song Qiaoxi fainted.
Mathematics is indeed my weakness. In my old memory, I still got the top three in the class in the final exam of the fourth grade, but my mathematics performance really lags behind.
This year is the last year that Song Qiaoxi has old memories. The fourth grade is over, and the fifth grade course is a brand new knowledge point. You can't get a high score just like before, you must study hard.
After Chu Jin entered the fourth grade, a lot has changed, and it's hard to coax him.
She pulled her chin back, swallowed the candy in her mouth boredly, and pulled out another piece of fudge, which she crunched.
After eating the candy, he took out the kettle again, and poured water into his stomach with the mouth of the kettle "ton ton ton".
After drinking the water, he took out the Chinese textbook for the next class, casually turned to the back page, looked at "The Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling", and quickly read in his mouth, "The old man said goodbye to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. , Fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. Lonely sails far into the blue sky, only the Yangtze River can be seen..."
But after doing these things, I thought I had scattered my energy, and when I was free, Song Qiaoxi still couldn't let go of Chu Jin.
She was lying on the desk, with her arms under her face, looking straight at Chu Jin from the side.
Chu Jin's eyelashes are very long and dense, but they are not curled at all, always covering half of his eyes like a small fan.
The facial features of the side face are very beautiful, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, the jaw line has begun to have the outline of a teenager, the skin is as white as a paper man, the slender neck is slightly lowered, and there is a small bulge at the throat.
Staring at the small bulge and sliding up and down, the drooping eyes suddenly lifted, Chu Jin turned his head, and looked at her calmly.
Song Qiaoxi didn't react, and was still immersed in the thoughts of "Why is he so good-looking!", "Who is better-looking between Chu Jin and Kudo Shinichi?", "What if he compares with Kuroba Kawaii?" ..
He suddenly came back to his senses, and found that his stunned little face appeared in Chu Jin's bottomless black eyes.
"Well... ... "
With an exclamation, a heat surged from his neck to his cheeks, burning like a fever.
What were you thinking about just now? !
Kudo Shinichi and Kuroba are fighting fast, but Song Qiaoxi wants people who are "bobo", why compare them with Chu Jin
Song Qiaoxi didn't have time to change the expression on her face, she hurriedly lay face down on the table, her entire face was completely blocked by her two arms.
Now his face must be blushing! But don't let Chu Jin find out...
But he heard a soft, angry laugh.
Is Chu Jin smiling
Yes, he really is laughing!
This is, coax, don't get angry
Hey, it's so strange, why did Chu Jin smile when he blushed
Xixi cub is full of question marks...
--
At the class meeting before the National Day holiday, Mr. Feng announced that the fifth class of the fourth grade of the primary school attached to the normal school will sing the song "Song of the Seven Sons" in the singing competition celebrating the 50th anniversary of the National Day and Macao's return to the motherland.
The kids in the class cheered loudly!
"Long live Teacher Feng! Our class will definitely take first place!"
"This song is so good, my parents play it at home every day."
"The lead singer is a little girl from Macau. She is very foreign and can sing beautifully."
"Then who is the lead singer in our class? The lead singer of this song should be a girl, right?"
"I think our class's literary and art committee can lead the singing. Song Qiaoxi's voice is like a little yellow ying, but it's sweet."
…
Mr. Feng tapped the blackboard eraser twice, cleared his throat, and when the classroom was quiet, he smiled and said to the classmates, "Ahem, quiet classmates! We'll discuss it later after class, now we have to set a singing competition. The lead singer of this song, we choose a female classmate to sing this song, everyone can sign up actively, just sing two sentences to the classmates at the class meeting today, and then we will vote for the best singer to be the lead singer.
"it is good!"
The kids agreed.
Teacher Feng's proposal is fair and just, and everyone has no opinion.
"Chu Jin, will you play the accompaniment of "Song of the Seven Sons"?" Teacher Feng asked Chu Jin from a distance, and after he nodded affirmatively, he smiled and said, "That's right, come and try to sing for a while. On the day of the singing competition, the auditorium will prepare a piano, and then you can play the accompaniment for everyone’s chorus.”
"Wow, the class grass is going to play the piano again!"
"Chu Jin hasn't played the piano for a long time. The last time he played "City in the Sky", I went back and asked my mother to buy a VCD."
"Our class has won the first singing competition in this singing competition, and the brilliant piano will make a sensation in the audience."
…
"For female students who want to sign up for the audition, the teacher will give you five minutes to prepare. After five minutes, raise your hand to sign up." Teacher Feng said.
There was another heated discussion in the class.
Teacher Feng beckoned to Chu Jin and motioned him to the podium with the organ key.
Chu Jin nodded to Teacher Feng, stood up from his seat, and prepared to go over to play the piano.
He pretended to be looking for something from the hole in the table, and the moment he bent down, he whispered in Song Qiaoxi's ear, "I want to hear you sing..."