Song Qiaoxi can sing "Song of the Seven Sons", and has been humming it for a long time since listening to this song on the Spring Festival Evening.
She also begged her mother to buy a tape, and she often listened to the song on a BBK repeater with headphones, and sang along while listening.
As a literary and art committee member, with a sweet voice like a little yellow ying, Song Qiaoxi is often called by the music teacher to lead the singing.
"Song Qiaoxi, come here, the art committee of our class will make a sample for the students first, and you will sing a paragraph first."
Teacher Feng waved to her on the podium, signaling that he and Chu Jin would go over together.
After being named by the teacher, Nuo Tuan stood up and followed Chu Jin to the podium.
Her palms were slightly sweaty. Before she sang, she always followed the accompaniment tape, and had never cooperated with Chu Jin's piano sound, so she was inevitably a little nervous.
Teacher Feng had a few chapters of printed staff and songs, and handed them a copy to Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin. The teacher turned her head and wrote Song Qiaoxi's name on the blackboard.
Then, Teacher Feng asked several times if there were any other students willing to sign up for the audition. In the end, only Liang Feifei raised her hand.
A little girl at the age of nine or ten is a bit shy and doesn't want to show off in front of her classmates.
Song Qiaoxi watched the song, Chu Jin taught her to know the staff, hummed a few words to find the tune, and heard Liang Feifei who was sitting in the second row snort.
After nine-year-old Liang Feifei entered the fourth grade, she began to jump.
The little girl is now thin and tall. When she was in the third grade, she knew that she loved beauty.
In addition, Liang's mother dressed her up very fashionably, and she would dress her daughter up for whatever was popular in the magazine.
In contrast to Song Qiaoxi who always wears bright yellow, pink blue, grass green, cute children's clothes with small animals and cartoon patterns, Liang Feifei's western-style girl's clothes look a few years older than Song Qiaoxi, and she is more eye-catching.
It's just that in these few semesters, Liang Feifei's temperament has become more and more cold, and she looks a bit like a little iceberg girl when she usually doesn't smile.
She is now the publicity committee of the fourth grade and fifth class, but the little girl has always been a little obsessed with the position of the literary committee.
To blame, I don't know which "rumor" passed down from which level. It must be said that the literary and art committee of each class is the "class beauty" of their class, representing the overall appearance of a class.
Throughout the fourth grade, there are five classes in total, and the art committee members of the remaining four classes are all dancers, and the little girls are tall and thin.
But it was only their fourth grade and fifth class. The art committee members in the class were not tall, with baby fat hanging on their faces, soft and cute glutinous dumplings that made everyone laugh.
Song Qiaoxi looks like a cute lower grade elementary school chicken, not like a fourth grade lady at all.
This made Liang Feifei secretly holding back her energy, and she wanted to find an opportunity to overwhelm Song Qiaoxi's limelight and grab the class cadre position of "Art Committee".
She wants to be the "school flower" of the fourth grade and fifth class, and also wants to be the lead singer of the singing competition.
At a certain age, children inevitably have obsessions with certain things, and the more they get, the more they want.
"Liang Feifei, come up and get the song, is Song Qiaoxi ready?"
Teacher Feng asked.
"Yeah." Nuo Tuan nodded.
"Mr. Feng, I have an opinion." Liang Feifei raised her hand high, her pointed chin raised slightly, and glanced at Song Qiaoxi, "I don't think it's fair, why should Song Qiaoxi sing first? It should be rock-paper-scissors, Whoever wins will sing first."
Teacher Feng was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a small incident to cause such a big reaction from Liang Feifei.
Originally, I just let the literary and art committee take the lead and set an example, the little girl is too strong...
"Liang Feifei, you sing first, I sing later."
Song Qiaoxi moved to Chu Jin's side, freeing up the seat next to the podium for her.
Liang Feifei did her part to stand up, standing upright on the podium like a little poplar, "You made it yourself, don't say that I bullied you."
"Pfft, if you want to sing, just sing first, it doesn't matter."
Song Qiaoxi shrugged indifferently.
She never cared about who came first, Nuo Tuanzi had a big and simple heart, and huddled in the corner to concentrate on reading the lyrics.
I muttered in my heart, who would sing differently first
Moreover, in this singing competition celebrating the 50th anniversary of the National Day and the return of Macau, if you win the award, the honor will belong to the class collective.
Liang Feifei sings better and can win glory for the class! What's up for grabs here
When he looked up, he looked at Shang Chu with a concerned look.
Song Qiaoxi smiled brightly at him, sticking out her tongue.
"Then let's start, Liang Feifei is ready?" Teacher Feng glanced at Liang Feifei, walked to Chu Jin's side, and patted him on the shoulder, "Chu Jin is okay?"
The boy nodded, glanced at the piano score, slender and pale fingertips swept the black and white keys, and the prelude to "Song of the Seven Sons" sounded.
Liang Feifei cleared her throat and started singing with the song.
She has studied vocal music for two years, and the voice change period came relatively early. Her voice is clear and cold, with a little ethereal, without a trace of immaturity of a child, and her tone is slightly mature.
With Chu Jin's organ, Liang Feifei sang the whole song with a good rhythm and no problem with intonation. In general, the performance was very stable, but there were not many surprises.
Teacher Feng smiled and nodded, Liang Feifei sang well.
She just thinks that Liang Feifei's tone is a little mature, and this song is more suitable for a childish voice, like Rong Yunlin, a little girl from Macau at the Spring Festival Gala.
Let's listen to Song Qiaoxi sing later, and then leave the choice to the classmates, Teacher Feng thought.
After Song Qiaoxi listened, she clipped the song to her armpit, and was the first to applaud.
When the classmates saw the art committee applauding, they also applauded.
"Liang Feifei sang very well, she didn't get out of tune at all."
"Her vocal range is so high, and her lung capacity is so good."
"I think she could sing the Black Panthers, rock-and-roll!"
"But can she stop pointing her nostrils at this person, or squinting at people..."
"Shh, I heard it carefully. Next time, the publicity committee will ask you to wipe the blackboard newspaper at the back."
…
Song Qiaoxi felt that Liang Feifei sang very nicely, with a bright tone. It didn't look like she was singing a nursery rhyme at all. Instead, it looked like a song sung by a pop singer, with a bit of Naying's flavor
My mother often plays Na Ying's "What a Big Tree" and "Looking at Flowers in the Fog" at home.
Liang Feifei glanced sideways at Song Qiaoxi, and then peeked at Chu Jin, who was sitting on the piano bench, raised her chin, and flung her high ponytail back to her seat.
"Is Song Qiaoxi ready?"
Teacher Feng asked.
Nuo Tuanzi nodded and said, "Well, I'm fine, teacher."
Walking onto the podium, Song Qiaoxi glanced at the song in her hand and remembered that her father had told her the background of the song's creation.
"Song of Seven Sons" is a group of new nationalist patriotic poems written by Mr. Wen Yiduo during his study abroad in March 1925.
The seven poems are about seven lands ceded to foreign powers: Hong Kong, Kowloon, Taiwan, Macau, Weihaiwei, Guangzhou Bay, Lushun and Dalian.
Finally, in "Song of the Seven Sons", only Macao was composed and widely praised.
Papa Song told her about the history of that invasion.
Song Qiaoxi was carrying a small bench and holding her two "female geese" in her arms...
Although, the goose-yellow chick has grown into a half-sized rooster with yellowish fur
Yes, Chu Xixi and Chu Jinjin are both roosters now, and the cockscombs are about to grow, but Song Qiaoxi still stubbornly calls the two chickens "female geese".
Hearing the end, Song Qiaoxi's eyes were wet.
She imagined Macau as a little baby who was still in swaddling and was forced to be separated from her mother for some last resort. The baby originally had her own name, but foreigners gave her another name.
When the little baby grows up and becomes a gentle and smart little padded jacket, he can finally return to his mother's arms. The phrase "I want to come back, come back, mother...", every time I hear this lyric, The glutinous dumplings will be very excited in their hearts.
Song Qiaoxi can feel the same.
In the old memory, I lived alone in the orphanage for ten years, and I never knew what it was like to have parents and a home.
When I finally felt the warmth of my mother, the throbbing of my heart could not be expressed in words.
She has a lot of affection for this song, a little person, and her love for the motherland is as pure and as profound as her love for her parents.
Chu Jin's prelude sounded, the sound of the organ was not as crisp as a piano, with a slight stickiness and airy sound, he looked back at Song Qiaoxi and nodded slightly.
As for Song Qiaoxi, because it was the first time to sing with Chu Jin, she was a little nervous in her heart, and she just raised her eyes to look at him and blinked twice.
The two children smiled at each other.
The nervousness in Song Qiaoxi's heart disappeared the moment she saw Chu Jin's smiling eyes, and Chu Jin's eyes were full of encouragement.
Putting down the song in hand, in fact, these lyrics have long been memorized in my heart. I just held the song in front of me, more to hide my nervousness...
Lifting her chest and taking a deep breath, Song Qiaoxi counted the beats in her heart.
"You know Ma-cau, it's not my real name, I've been away from your mother for too long, but what they left out was my body. You have taken care of me, my inner soul, ah, for three hundred years, I have never forgotten My biological mother, please call my child's baby name, and call me Macau..."
The sound of glutinous dumplings echoed above the classroom, accompanied by the sound of the piano.
Song Qiaoxi's voice was immature.
It also has a strong little milk voice, as sweet and crisp as a little yellow warbler cub.
When singing, a little girl appeared in front of her eyes, helplessly trying to hug her mother, but was ruthlessly blocked by a pair of hands.
There seemed to be something hot in the chest, and one hand was clenched into a small fist, trying to control the slightly trembling body.
The whole class was stunned by the short two-minute song.
They saw the twinkling tears in Song Qiaoxi's big apricot eyes, as if reading a story in her eyes.
Combined with the background of this song, every child has a strong sense of national pride in their hearts. Our motherland has become stronger and belongs to the territory of the motherland. Now it is finally back.
At the end of a song, Song Qiaoxi's singing and Chu Jin's piano came to an abrupt end.
The class was silent.
Song Qiaoxi blinked and slowed down a little.
The first reaction was to take a deep breath, glance at Chu Jin, and pursed his lips a little shyly.
What he got was a faint smile from Chu Jin, his eyes were also bent into the shape of Xuanyue, and he gave her a playful wink.
As if to say, I know, you are the best!
It is rare to see Chu Jin so lively, Song Qiaoxi turned her head happily and stood on the podium.
Seeing that many of the classmates in the class had red eyes, the classmates in the audience were talking quietly.
"Did they really cooperate for the first time? It's too tacit understanding!"
"Yes, the sound of the piano and the singing are mixed together, it's really good, I'm getting goosebumps..."
"Really, Song Qiaoxi's singing moved me so much, and Chu Jinqin played so well."
…
Miaomiao pushed up her glasses, smiled and gave Song Qiaoxi a thumbs up.
Ding Miao's tablemate Zhao Xin handed a tissue to his tablemate and turned around and smiled at Nuo Dumpling.
At this time, Wang Junyang stood up from the bench with a bang, and took the lead in applauding piapia.
Ding Yi, who has always been very delicate in emotion, couldn't help taking off his glasses, quietly wiped a handful of tears with his fingers, and then applauded Song Qiaoxi with his tablemate Wang Junyang.
At this time, the classmates remembered the applause and gave thunderous applause.
Even Teacher Feng snorted twice, she thought, this little girl can sing really well.
Song Qiaoxi sings with true feelings, and her eyes are full of stories.
The little girl expressed her desire for a child to return to her mother's arms vividly, as if she was the child who had to leave her mother's arms.
Teacher Feng clapped his hands, and then gestured to the students to be quiet, "Okay, students, both of our classmates sang very well and were excellent. As for who to choose to be the lead singer of this singing competition, it's up to everyone. Let's vote! This time we will vote by secret ballot. The students will write the names of Liang Feifei or Song Qiaoxi on the paper and give it to the group leader. The group leader will collect the votes on the podium, the monitor will sing the votes by Jiang Qisheng, and the deputy monitor Zhao Xin will record and study Commissioner Ding Miao checks the votes."
A series of procedures have been arranged properly, waiting for the end of the voting...
The word "Zheng" on the blackboard is an overwhelming victory.
There are more than a dozen "positive" characters in Song Qiaoxi's name, but even one "positive" character in Liang Feifei's name is not enough.
Liang Feifei's face was obviously ugly, and the child always felt that he had never won a competition, just like the sky was falling, so he gave Song Qiaoxi a hard look.
The glutinous dumpling, who was stared at for no apparent reason, frowned, feeling a little awkward.
In the orphanages in the county, every year the children of all the orphanages would go to the New Year's party held by the orphanages in the city together, and the orphanages in the county would also put on a program.
The dean's grandma will ask all the children in the orphanage to prepare a program. Whether it is dancing, singing, or telling jokes, they are all "audited" first. The children are based on their abilities, who can sing well, dance well, and speak well. All right, let's choose whoever you choose.
Very simple "compete for posts" rule.
She never felt any unfairness. The classmates liked you and were willing to vote for you. If you win, you are very happy. If you lose, you have nothing to lose.
"Then we congratulate Song Qiaoxi. She will be the lead singer of our class in the singing competition. Everyone applauds."
Teacher Feng took the lead in applauding, and the class applauded again.
Song Qiaoxi smiled a little embarrassedly and returned to her seat.
Liang Feifei's unfriendly eyes were quickly forgotten.
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On the eve of the November holiday in 1999, the 50th anniversary of the National Day Celebration of the Primary School attached to the normal school, a singing competition to celebrate the return of Macao to the motherland, will be held in the school's auditorium.
Although it was not Monday, Teacher Feng sent a notice in advance that all the students in Grade 4 and Class 5 wore school uniforms in order to participate in the chorus.
The lead singer Song Qiaoxi, at the request of the teacher, wore a pure white puffy gauze dress, white pantyhose, and a pair of black baby shoes.
Chu Jin is dressed in a handsome and well-fitting suit, and bright little leather shoes.
The two of them walked on the campus, attracting the attention of all the students in the school.
"This is the class grass of the fourth grade, fifth class, and his name is Chu Jin. He is really handsome!"
"He is going to play the piano in the singing competition today, and I heard that he can also play taekwondo. He is also the first in his class."
"Is Chu Jin his sister? I just saw them together, that little sister is so cute, I really want to pinch her cheek, she looks so small, she should be in the lower grades, right?"
"It's also from the fourth grade and fifth class. Today, she is the lead singer of their class, and she is the art committee member."
"Really? I thought their class committee members also learned dance. This little sister really doesn't look like she can dance..."
"But I heard that she sings very well. Look, her braids are so beautiful. I have never seen someone with such a beautiful hairstyle, like a doll."
…
Today's hair was combed by Chu Jin for Song Qiaoxi.
Mother had training in school early in the morning, so she helped her and Chu Jin prepare breakfast and went out in a hurry, before she could brush Song Qiaoxi's hair.
Fortunately, Mr. Chu Tony's hairdressing level has improved by leaps and bounds, and he is already more powerful than Song's mother.
For an important occasion like today's performance on stage, Mother Song let Chu play as freely as she can, she is a hundred peace of mind for him.
Chu Jin spent a short time thinking about it and decided to comb a special princess head for Song Qiaoxi.
He carefully braided the broken hair around Xiao Nuo Tuan's ears and between his forehead into two small braids, and fastened them with thin black rubber bands at the back of his head to create layers.
Her long, algae-like brown hair fell behind her, and was then adorned with little yellow and white floral hairpins, tucked into small braids around her ears.
The shape made made Dad Song, a rough man, amazed.
"Everything, where did you learn your craft from? It's more professional than a professional stylist..."
Father Song held in his hand the neatly ironed shirt, vest and small suit pants that Mother Song had prepared for Chu Jin in advance, so shocked that his mouth could not be closed.
This child is too amazing, as if nothing in this world can stumped him
"Dad, do my braids look good today?"
Song Qiaoxi asked nervously. She didn't look in the mirror and didn't know what she was like now.
She didn't dare to move, she turned her big smart eyes to look at her father, and sat honestly on the small bench with her two small hands on her chest, still a little nervous.
Song Jianguo smiled and said, "Can you not look good? Like the cartoon that Xixi often watches, what is it called? Yes, "Flower Fairy", right? No, it's better than Hua Fairy, I thought my daughter wanted it today Getting married is as beautiful as a bride!"
"Bride? Do you really look like a bride!"
Song Qiaoxi asked with wide eyes.
In the heart of a little girl, the most beautiful person in the world is the bride.
She has attended several weddings of her parents' work colleagues. The aunts at the weddings are all beautiful. She wears a long mopping wedding dress, white lace gloves on her hands, a white and hazy veil on her head, and her lips. It is adorned with bright lipsticks like cherries.
The aunts who became brides all smiled brightly, and their faces were always filled with happy expressions, as if there were stars in their eyes.
The groom's uncles are also tall and handsome, wearing neat suits, holding auntie's hand across the long red carpet, and putting on the ring for auntie.
"Like a bride, but our Xixi is more beautiful than a bride. Dad is reluctant to let my daughter get married. Dad will be sad on the day you want to marry."
Father Song took a closer look at his daughter Fandudu's little face, and then looked at the thin and handsome little Chu Jin behind her.
The boy was carefully pinning the flowers on her head, and his movements were very light, as if he was afraid of accidentally pulling his hair and hurting his daughter.
This scene, to be honest, is as beautiful as a painting, and it really has the meaning of a golden boy and a girl.
But as a father, no one dares to think, what will the day be like when your daughter gets married
It seems that no amount of joy and joy can resist the little melancholy that comes to my heart.
Song Jianguo occasionally dreamed about the day when Song Qiaoxi got married, and he was not afraid of his daughter-in-law's jokes, and every time he woke up crying.
If Song Qiaoxi gets married, her status as a daughter will no longer be simply his Song Jianguo's daughter.
If you want to become someone else's wife, maybe in a few years, you will become someone else's mother, someone else's mother-in-law...
I have been holding it in my hand for fear of falling, and holding it in my mouth for fear of a melted baby bump, I have to spread her to more people, no longer follow behind my butt every day, "Dad, Daddy" and keep calling Small dough.
"Why are you sad?"
Song Qiaoxi didn't understand and muttered to herself.
Dad Song smiled and pinched her cheek, "You'll understand when you grow up."
Just as she was about to ask, she heard Chu Jin whispering behind her, "Okay."
The child was so forgetful, he shook his head immediately, stood up from the bench, ran to the full-length mirror in the entrance and turned around.
The lace white gauze skirt bought by my mother has a large skirt, and it dances in a circle, and the long curly hair behind it follows it.
Staring at herself in the mirror, Song Qiaoxi seemed to be a little unaware of herself.
It seems, is there really a little bit like a bride
However, something seems to be missing...
right! Missing the bride's lipstick, white veil and a ring.
Dad Song said, "Xiao Chujin, go and change your clothes. Today, your aunt asked your uncle to take the two of you to school, so don't squeeze the bus with Wang Junyang and the others."
When Chu Jin came out of the study, for a moment, Song Qiaoxi seemed to really see the prince in the fairy tale world and walked out of his study.
Song's mother has a good eye, so she bought this small formal suit for Chu Jin, which fits very well.
"Our little Chu is full of true spirit, a handsome boy, children, let's go."
Dad Song shook the Santana car key in his hand and said to Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin.
After Song Jianguo was promoted to editor-in-chief, the newspaper gave him a black Santana. In the past two years, his living conditions have improved, and more people in the courtyard have bought motorcycles.
Private cars are still not very popular, although the Santana of the Song family is far less advanced than Wang Junyang's mother's luxury imported Passat.
However, it is also an upgrade, from two rounds to four rounds, and it is also very imposing in the courtyard.
Song Qiaoxi took all these into consideration. Both her father and mother were developing better and better in their careers, which made her very happy.
I have also become more confident. Chu Jin and his parents have become better and better. I hope that I can take good care of them and protect this family.
Even thinking about the accidents that may happen in the future, I have more confidence in fighting against bad qi.
Dad's driving skills have also improved a lot, and he drove very steadily along the way.
He also gently rolled down the car window to let Song Qiaoxi breathe, Xiao Nuo Tuan didn't have motion sickness this time.
Today is the last day before the November holiday. The school only arranges two classes in the morning. After that, the whole school will go to the auditorium to gather.
In this singing competition, the Primary School attached to the normal school attached great importance to it, and specially invited reporters from Qizhou TV Station to shoot and record video data, and also invited reporters from the newspaper to take pictures. During the break of the first class, the water in Ding Miao's water cup was accidentally spilled by the tablemate. Miaomiao was in a good mood today and did not get angry with Zhao Xin.
She took the empty kettle and ran to the last row of the classroom, "Xixi, accompany me to the water room to fill the kettle?"
"Okay, let's go, I'll accompany you."
Song Qiaoxi nodded, pulled up her wide skirt and stood up, holding Miaomiao's arm affectionately.
"You look so beautiful today. Your dress is like a wedding dress. Who did you braid your hair? There are little flowers on the braids, like a elf!"
Miaomiao pushed her glasses and exclaimed.
Song Qiaoxi leaned on Ding Miao's ear and whispered, "Chu Jin pierced it for me, does it look good?"
"It's beautiful, very beautiful."
Ding Miao touched her short ear-length hair and said enviously.
"I'll give you a flower." Song Qiaoxi didn't say a word, she touched a small flower on the braid with one hand, and picked it off gently, "Hey..."
Accidentally seems to have pulled the hair, this kind of small hairpin is a bit tight, it is difficult to remove it, and it makes a soft sound of pain.
"Did you pull your hair? Oh, it's so beautiful, don't move around."
Ding Miao said quickly.
"No, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
She quickly covered up the past, since Miaomiao liked it, she couldn't let her sister Miao have no flowers on her head.
Song Qiaoxi lightly placed the little flower in her hand on Ding Miao's head. Miaomiao, who has always been dressed in a simple manner, looked a lot more lively because of a small yellow flower.
"Miaomiao is also very good-looking now. Next time, let my mother tell your mother, let me give you long hair? You must be good-looking in braids. I think you are suitable for long hair, as gentle as sister Qiu Meng. "
Xiao Nuo Tuan took a look at Ding Miao, she thought that Miao Miao must look good with long hair. Ding Miao and Qiu Meng's sister's temperament are a bit similar, they are both gentle beauties.
It's just that Sister Qiu Meng doesn't wear glasses, Miaomiao will appear more quiet because of her glasses.
Ding Miao touched the little flower hairpin on her head, stuck her tongue out and smiled, "I'm afraid my mother will not agree, she is too busy opening a restaurant with my father, and usually doesn't have time to comb my hair, unlike you, and Chu Jintian Be your own hair stylist."
The two little girls held hands and just walked to the door of the classroom.
The two people's attention was on each other, and no one saw them. Usually, they seldom came out for activities between classes. Liang Feifei, who was sitting in the first row, held a pen and a bottle of ostrich ink in a yellow bottle. come over.
Liang Feifei was wearing a neat school uniform. Since she saw Song Qiaoxi wearing this white gauze dress to class today, she was very unpleasant.
Why did Song Qiaoxi choose the lead singer
She felt that she could sing much better than that dwarf literary committee member. Song Qiaoxi's voice was so childish, like a kitten's meowing, how could she sing better
Are all the classmates deaf? !
Liang Feifei even felt that she didn't even care about the accompaniment that Chu Jin played for her that day. The second time Chu Jin played the piano better than the first time.
During the break, Liang Feifei kept silently observing Song Qiaoxi, seeing that she and Chu Chuan were getting close to each other and saying something, then she laughed until tears came out, and patted Chu Jin twice on the shoulder.
In my impression, Chu Jin never had any physical contact with his classmates, but he was so indulgent towards Song Qiaoxi that he didn't get angry when he patted him on the shoulder.
Not only was he not angry, but he pursed his lips and smiled.
Jealousy, upset, grievance, anger...
Several mixed emotions flooded into Liang Feifei's heart together.
She shook her high ponytail fiercely, pursed her lips tightly, and stared at the ostrich ink on the table for a few seconds.
I just don't want Song Qiaoxi to be the lead singer so smoothly...
While Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao walked towards the front of the classroom hand in hand, Liang Feifei deliberately loosened the cap of the ink bottle, holding a pen in the other hand, got up from the seat and walked towards them both.
"Oops..." Liang Feifei screamed, the ink bottle cap in her hand "accidentally" fell to the ground, and the ink spilled onto Song Qiaoxi's skirt, she said calmly, "I'm sorry. Ah, Song Qiaoxi, I didn't see you and Ding Miao."
Song Qiaoxi looked down, the snow-white gauze skirt was dyed a deep dark blue, and there was a "hum" in her mind.
"Liang Feifei, you..."
Ding Miao saw that Xixi's gauze skirt was stained with ink, and anxiously took out a tissue from her pocket to help her little girlfriend wipe it.
But with such a large stain and pen and ink, it seems that wiping it with a paper towel will not help.
"I didn't mean to. You two didn't look at the way when you came by." Liang Feifei pouted and said impatiently, "Besides, I apologize, then I'll say it again, I'm sorry, Song Qiaoxi."
"Liang Feifei, what's your attitude? You splashed Song Qiaoxi with ink, do you still have reason?"
Ding Miao pointed at her unceremoniously.
Liang Feifei shook her head and shook the ink bottle in her hand towards Ding Miao's eyes, "I really didn't do it on purpose, believe it or not, tell the teacher if you have the ability."
After speaking, Liang Feifei strode back to her seat, and a parabola threw the ink bottle in her hand into the trash can in front of her.
"You did it on purpose, I'm going to find Teacher Shen..."
Ding Miao pinched Song Qiaoxi's wrist to comfort her.
After thinking about it, I still feel that this matter requires the teacher to come forward. Liang Feifei's attitude seems to be intentional.
Miaomiao turned around and ran towards the teacher's office.
Song Qiaoxi frowned and stayed where she was, still thinking about what to do.
There is only one class to go on stage to perform, and there is no time to "wrestle" with Liang Feifei.
The classmates around were whispering. As a committee member of literature and art, Song Qiaoxi was very popular. The female classmates in the class came to care about her and put tissues in her hands.
"Xixi, what's wrong?"
"What should I do with this skirt, I'll be on stage later..."
"Yeah, Xixi, why don't we go wash it now?"
"The ink is not easy to wash, and it won't dry..."
…
Staring at the cloud of navy blue spreading on the skirt, Song Qiaoxi heard a familiar and steady voice in her ear, with a hoarseness, "What's going on?"
The arm was pulled.
Raising his eyes, Chu Jin frowned, and stood in front of her with a concerned expression. The boy followed her gaze to see the stains on the white skirt, and paused for a few seconds.
"Chu Jin, it was Liang Feifei who poured the ink on Song Qiaoxi's skirt. I saw that Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao were going out together. Liang Feifei walked over with the ink."
"Liang Feifei said it wasn't intentional, but looking at her attitude, it must be because she felt that Xixi snatched the lead singer..."
"That's right, I didn't even bother to wipe it on purpose, and I slapped my face. Who should I show it to? Even if Song Qiaoxi is not a literary and art committee member, I will not vote for Liang Feifei."
…
The students who were watching, you said every word, and said everything over and over again.
Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin's slender fingers slowly clenching, and there was a cold chill in his eyes. He couldn't find a little bit of the gentle little prince on him before.
Chu Jin pushed aside the onlookers, "Let me go."
He strode to the first row where Liang Feifei was sitting, and asked Liang Feifei, who was sitting on the bench with a cold face, in a cold voice: "Did you do it on purpose?"
"You... I, I didn't mean it. I apologized just now. Chu Jin, why are you and Song Qiaoxi working together to bully people? I really didn't mean it."
Liang Feifei didn't expect Chu Jin to come over, she just glanced at him, and her heart suddenly lifted.
The usual arrogant chin can't wait to be raised to the sky, but now Liang Feifei hangs her neck, not daring to look at Chu Jin's eyes again.
It is understandable, Chu Jin has a pair of very beautiful eyes.
It is said to be peach blossom eyes, but it is actually more charming than peach blossom eyes. Although his face is expressionless when looking at people, his eyes are always calm, and he is not indifferent when dealing with classmates in the class.
But now, Chu Jin's eyes were cold and cold, without any temperature, it even seemed to make the back of the spine chill, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.
"I really didn't do it on purpose. The ink bottle cap was not tightened just now, so Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao bumped into it first..."
Liang Feifei's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and her fingers were clasping her nails in defense, trying to pretend to be pitiful.
But when he looked up again, he found that Chu Jingren was gone.
Song Qiaoxi tried to wipe the pen water on the skirt with her hand, looked around, there were too many students around, she couldn't find Chu Jin.
Where did he go, just now
Called his name softly: "Chu Jin..."
"Don't be afraid, I have a solution."
Chu Jin walked into the crowd with a calm tone.
The boy walked to Song Qiaoxi like a prince dressed in starlight. It seemed that for the little girl, "the sky was about to fall" was just a little thing that he could do easily.
"Come with me."
Suddenly, Chu Jin grabbed her wrist and took Song Qiaoxi out of the classroom.
In the class, they were surrounded by the students on the third floor and the third floor, and the students on the third floor made way. The students standing on the periphery stretched their necks and looked inside, wondering what happened.
Classmates who were close even chased out of the classroom to see where they had gone.
All I saw was Song Qiaoxi's back in a white gauze skirt, being dragged out of the classroom by Chu Jin and walking towards the teacher's office.
Within a few minutes, the head teacher Feng and Ding Miao rushed to the class.
Mr. Feng looked at the bottle caps that fell on the ground and the ink scattered on the ground, pinched his brows, "What's going on? There's one more class to go to the singing competition. Is this a fight or something? ?"
"Mr. Feng, just now Liang Feifei poured ink on Song Qiaoxi's skirt. There is such a large piece of pen water on her skirt. She is the lead singer in our class singing competition."
Li Xiaoran, who was sitting in front of Song Qiaoxi, raised his hand and reported to the teacher.
"I didn't mean it, Li Xiaoran, make it clear!"
Liang Feifei glanced at Li Xiaoran sideways, and folded her hands on her chest, deliberately not looking at Teacher Feng.
"Is it intentional for you to know in your own heart? Wasn't it because everyone chose Song Qiaoxi instead of you during the lead singing last class meeting, hum."
Not to be outdone, Li Xiaoran shook his head like Liang Feifei to fight for Song Qiaoxi.
"Liang Feifei, come out with me. Ding Miao and Li Xiaoran also come out. The other students go back to their seats and sit down. The next class is Mr. Li's math class. The math class representative will go and get the workbook."
Teacher Feng first calmed the emotions of the students in the class, and took the three girls to the corridor to ask questions.
Liang Feifei has a strong desire to win and lose, and usually has a strong sense of competition with her classmates. Teacher Feng has paid special attention to this.
Asked about what happened, and probably understood what was going on.
Teacher Feng asked Ding Miao and Li Xiaoran to go back first, leaving Liang Feifei alone with a stubborn neck and a displeased face.
"Liang Feifei, whether it's intentional or not, you poured ink on Song Qiaoxi, and you have to apologize to her. There must be friendship and unity among the classmates. This time, the lead singer of "Song of the Seven Sons" was chosen by the classmates and is more suitable. Song Qiaoxi leads the singing. If it is not this type of song, such as "My Motherland and Me", it is very suitable for you to sing. After listening to it, your classmates may choose you.
If you are not the lead singer this time, it does not mean that you are not good at singing. The teacher thinks that you are good at singing. There are singing competitions every semester. In the third place, Song Qiaoxi brought the whole class to cheer you on by making colorful flags for you. The teacher also hopes that you will not have any worries in your heart because of this matter. "
Teacher Feng said to Liang Feifei seriously, looking directly into her eyes.
Liang Feifei's eyes flickered, her chin that had been raised so high lowered slightly, she bit her lower lip with her teeth, and said nothing.
After a while, she raised her eyes and looked at Teacher Feng, clasping her hands on her chest, her voice buzzing, "Mr. Feng, I didn't mean it, Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao are fighting in the corridor, I want to hide I can't escape, I haven't said that they bumped into me..."
"Liang Feifei, your attitude is not good, I'll call Song Qiaoxi out, you should apologize to her, you should have a better attitude, did you hear? Also, you put the ink on the floor of the classroom just now, and then go back to the classroom to clean it up with a mop. You have to learn to take responsibility for what you do.”
Teacher Feng did not expect Liang Feifei to be so stubborn, and her tone became more serious.
"Mr. Feng, then I really can't apologize, Song Qiaoxi is not in the classroom..."
Liang Feifei laughed softly, pouted towards the classroom, leaning against the wall.
Feng Aihua was so angry at the little girl in front of her that she knew who was the first to cause the trouble from Liang Feifei's attitude. She frowned, "Stand up, put your hands down, where is Song Qiaoxi?"
"I don't know, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin went out hand in hand. Some classmates said that they went to the teacher's office..." Liang Feifei deliberately increased the "hand in hand", put her arms down, and sipped Mouth said, "Mr. Feng, I heard from my classmates that Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin are in love?"
From beginning to end, Liang Feifei did not feel that she had done anything excessive.
Too angry with Song Qiaoxi, why can she be the lead singer in a beautiful dress, why does Chu Jin stand by her side, and ask herself why Song Qiaoxi is a literary committee member...
Until now, all Liang Feifei was thinking about was not to let Song Qiaoxi be the lead singer.
"Liang Feifei, you can't talk nonsense about things between classmates. How old is the child, who is still in early love? You go back now, clean the classroom floor, and apologize to Song Qiaoxi later, did you hear me?"
Teacher Feng confirmed that Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were indeed missing from the class, and sent Liang Feifei to go back first.
I was secretly anxious, where did these two children go
After the math class, we will gather to the auditorium...
While thinking about it, Feng Aihua walked quickly towards the office on his small heels.
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Song Qiaoxi was pulled by Chu Jin and passed the classrooms of Grade 4, Class 4, Class 3, and Class 2, and walked straight to the stairs.
Between classes, the corridors are full of students, and students from different classes at the same level all cast curious glances at them.
Song Qiaoxi was confused and a little embarrassed to be seen. She turned her head to look at the classmate she didn't know, and asked in a low voice, "Where are we going?"
"Go to the infirmary." Chu Jin pulled her wrist and stopped at the entrance of the stairs, "Go down the stairs and concentrate on your feet."
Turning around, Nuo Tuanzi obediently followed Chu Jin to the second floor, concentrated on going down the stairs, and said doubtfully, "Why are you going to the infirmary, and you're not injured..."
The school's infirmary is next to the classroom office on the second floor, and the fourth-grade classroom is on the fourth floor.
Chu Jin shook his head and said nothing, pulling her to knock on the door of the infirmary.
"Please come in."
A kind voice came from the door.
Chu Jin let go of Song Qiaoxi's wrist, pushed open the door and walked in. Standing at the door, he said politely, "Hello, teacher, we are classmates in fourth grade, fifth class, can I borrow some alcohol from you? Our class is going to participate in singing next class. In the competition, she was the lead singer, and her skirt was splashed with ink by her classmates, which can be washed with alcohol."
The school doctor's aunt raised her head in surprise, got up and walked over, "Oh, is this just poured?"
"Well, I just got it, sorry to bother you."
Chu Jin pulled Song Qiaoxi to his side and nodded to the school doctor.
"It's okay, come on, auntie can help you."
The school doctor walked to the sink and waved to Song Qiaoxi, motioning for the little girl with curly hair and big eyes to come over.
She has a boy in her own family. It is common to be mischievous. He often gets ink on his clothes. Look at the marks on the little girl's skirt. If it is just splashed, it is easy to wash off.
It's quite hot in September, just clean up the skirt and it will be dry soon.
Song Qiaoxi climbed onto a high chair, the school doctor aunt quickly helped her clean up the stains on her skirt, and Chu Jin stood by to help.
"Little classmate, you know that alcohol can wash off the ink at such a young age, so smart." The school doctor aunt smiled and praised Chu Jin, the more you saw these two children, the more they liked them, they looked so good, "You two are the conductor today, and the other is the lead singer. Do you? Dress so well."
"Auntie, I'm the lead singer, he plays the piano, we're going to sing "Song of the Seven Sons" today."
Song Qiaoxi replied obediently.
Looking at the hem of the skirt that was wet, but with no trace of blue left behind, he raised his head and smiled brightly at Chu Jin in return.
"How do you know that alcohol can wash off the fountain pen, it's amazing!" Song Qiaoxi looked at Chu Jin with admiration, "Chu Jin, you are as powerful as Kudo Shinichi!"