Song Qiaoxi jumped off the high stool and turned the skirt, except for a faint water mark, there was no ink blue,
She raised her face and said with a smile, "Thank you, auntie, the school doctor, for causing you trouble."
"It's alright, there are no classmates to see a doctor at the moment, you all go back to class, you will participate in the singing competition after class."
The school doctor aunt pressed the alcohol cap and answered kindly.
"Thank you."
Chu Jin lowered his head and said politely.
The two walked out of the school doctor's room on their front and back feet, and the class bell had been ringing for a while.
Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were side by side, and when they were going up the stairs, they happened to bump into Mr. Feng, the head teacher, and walked upstairs head-on.
"Hey, Song Qiaoxi, Chu Jin, where have you two been?"
Teacher Feng, wearing small heels, went down the stairs with a full aura.
"Mr. Feng, Chu Jin took me to the school doctor's office and asked the school doctor's aunt to use alcohol to clean the skirt," Song Qiaoxi quickly explained, remembering that she only said the result, not the reason, and added, "Just now in recess. At that time, Liang Feifei threw a bottle of ink on me..."
"I see. It's Liang Feifei's fault. When the singing competition is over, let Liang Feifei apologize to you. But you two have to tell the teacher, you know? You can't run out so silently, I can't find you. Both of them are killing me."
Teacher Feng bent down and looked at Song Qiaoxi's skirt, which was wet and smelled slightly of alcohol.
"Well, Mr. Feng, I brought Song Qiaoxi out."
Chu Jin said and took a step forward.
Teacher Feng knew that Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin grew up together, and they should be brothers and sisters. She didn't believe the "rumours" that Liang Feifei said.
Feng Aihua knew Chu Jin's life experience, and knew that Song Qiaoxi's parents were always taking care of him, and he trusted the characters and virtues of the two children.
Song Qiaoxi usually likes to laugh, never cares about her, and her popularity is very good.
On the surface, Chu Jin seems indifferent, but he never refuses the help of his classmates. He is serious and responsible, and he is meticulous on duty.
What's more, the grades of the two children are among the best in the class.
There is no teacher who does not like this kind of student, obedient and well-behaved, and does not like to cause trouble.
"I'm still thinking about something that can wash off the ink, but you're pretty smart, and you know that alcohol can wash off the ink?" Teacher Feng smiled, and didn't say anything about the fact that they delayed half the math class, "Okay, I'll give it to you. You two go back to class and explain it to Teacher Li so he doesn't have to talk about you."
"Mr. Feng is so nice, thank you, Mr. Feng."
Song Qiaoxi stuck out her tongue, pulled Chu Chu a hand, and followed Teacher Feng up the stairs.
She likes Teacher Feng the most. The head teacher is different from other teachers.
Mr. Feng is a very kind person. He always speaks the truth first, unlike Mr. Wang, the math teacher, who will calm them down first with a tantrum.
"But how did you know that alcohol can wash off the ink?"
Song Qiaoxi "hum hum hum" climbed the stairs, still thinking about this question, tilted her head and asked Chu Jin.
"Look at the stairs while walking." Chu Jin reminded her.
"I'm watching, you haven't told me yet, how did you know that alcohol can wash ink? Did you see it in "Big Windmill" or "Little Dragon Club"?"
Putting his head close again, Song Qiaoxi continued to ask.
In her eyes, Chu Jin is like Doraemon today, like a knight who fell from the sky.
Without any effort, she solved the big problem that made her worry.
"..." Chu Jin shook his head and gently pulled Song Qiaoxi's arm, "Look at the steps, don't look at me."
She had no choice but to retract her head, Song Qiaoxi honestly counted the steps under her feet.
He whispered in his mouth, "Chu Jin, Chu Jin, I don't even know how to share the life tricks I learned secretly with my good friends. I have been hurting you for so many years..."
Chu Jin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stopped, "..."
The little girl broke the habit of asking the end of the casserole, which often made him overwhelmed.
I don't want to find a reason to prevaricate the past, and I don't want to tell her the truth, so I will start the topic and distract her...
Just because there are many life skills that are "interesting and fun" in Song Qiaoxi's opinion.
Chu Jin was forced to "learn" them when he was fostered at his uncle's house in those years.
The boy hasn't been able to "cultivate" to a certain point, so he can tell her about that "life experience" calmly and without emotion.
--
In 1999, the 15th anniversary of the National Day celebration held by the elementary school attached to the normal school officially kicked off.
Today, every class in the whole school will perform a chorus piece. Xiaodouding, who is in the first and second grades, does not participate in the competition, but is only responsible for watching the competition.
The remaining four grades and fifteen classes will perform a total of fifteen pieces.
The order of performances is determined by drawing lots.
Mr. Feng sent Ding Miao, the study committee member, to draw lots. Miao Miao was lucky enough to get the 15th place in the finale.
But the students in the fourth grade and fifth class were so excited that they all geared up and vowed not to give up until they took the first place.
The children have been rehearsing for two full weeks. They will find time to practice during the big class and class meetings, and they will be full of fighting spirit.
More importantly, the fourth grade and fifth class have a "secret weapon", which is a "magic weapon" that no other class has.
Several reporters from Qizhou TV Station have been videotaping the whole process. The reporters of the newspaper office are carrying cameras with short cannons, busy working in the front and back of the stage.
The fourth grade and fifth class are arranged to sit in the west of the auditorium, near the back of the podium.
Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were going to appear alone. In order to facilitate the two of them to move around, Teacher Feng asked them to sit on the outermost side, near the aisle.
A young uncle carrying a "big gun barrel" camera happened to be passing by and took a photo, put down the camera, and it was a face that Song Qiaoxi was familiar with.
The uncle put on the camera cover and waved to Song Qiaoxi, "Xixi, you are dressed so handsomely today, like a little princess, the sister-in-law of the Song family will really dress you up."
"Uncle Xiaosun! Why are you here?"
Song Qiaoxi waved her hand in surprise. She knew this uncle. It was Uncle Sun in the editorial department of her father, and he was a photojournalist.
Usually when they go to Dad's work unit, they often encounter photojournalists at the reporter's station.
"I'm here to take a small photo for you today. Are you two going to lead the stage?"
Uncle Sun asked with a smile.
"I'm the lead singer, Chu Jin wants to play the piano." Song Qiaoxi lowered her voice and said to Uncle Sun.
Uncle Sun shook the camera in his hand and said, "At that time, Uncle will take a few more photos for you, and after they have been washed, Editor Song will bring them back to you."
Song Qiaoxi pulled Chu Jin's arm, "Uncle Sun came to take pictures for us."
"Hello, Uncle Sun." Chu Jin bowed slightly and greeted politely.
"Yo ho, Xiao Chu is also here, I didn't see you. You two are like little models today. Uncle will take a good picture for you in a while, waiting to see your performance!"
Uncle Sun smiled naively and waved to his colleagues not far away. It seemed that he was preparing to go to the other side to take pictures.
Song Qiaoxi remembered something, and quickly made a "come" action to Uncle Sun.
Uncle Sun squatted down, the little girl covered her mouth with both hands, and said in a very small voice, "Little Uncle Sun, can you help me take a few more pictures of Chu Jinhe when our class is performing? Do I have the same frame as the photo? Chu can help me take a few more photos as well, can you take a few more angles, uncle?"
"Pfft..." Uncle Sun held back his laughter and nodded, "Okay, no problem, Xixi's request, uncle will definitely satisfy you."
"Keep it a secret wow!"
Song Qiaoxi warned him worriedly.
Reporter Xiao Sun was so happy that the child was too cute, so he hurriedly promised her, "Keep it a secret, Xixi can rest assured. The uncle has passed by first, and I will wait for your wonderful performance later!"
After reporter Xiao Sun left for a while, the singing competition officially started.
The opening was "Flowers of the Motherland" sung by the younger brothers and sisters of the third grade. After that, the students of different ages sang "I Love Beijing □□", "Planting the Sun", "The National Flag is Beautiful", and "Serving the Country with Loyalty". , "Me and My Motherland" and other songs.
Song Qiaoxi watched it very seriously, and from time to time whispered a few words in Chu Jin's ear, commenting on "competitors".
After listening to more than a dozen songs, she became more confident.
She felt that her class was very well prepared this time, and the songs they chose were really nice, not to mention that they had a "secret weapon" that other classes didn't have.
There is still one song before the performance of the fourth grade and fifth class. The head teacher Feng and the deputy head teacher Li organized the students to stand up from their seats, line up, and go to the backstage in unison.
Teacher Feng was carrying a black plastic bag, bulging with a lot of stuff.
It was the turn of the fourth grade class five students to play.
Song Qiaoxi was on the right side of the big screen backstage, holding the microphone tightly with both hands, her palms sweating slightly.
Chu Jin and she did not stand on one side, Chu Jin stood on the other side of the stage, because the piano was placed on the far left of the stage.
Across the wide stage, Song Qiaoxi slightly stood on tiptoe and looked across.
She was a little nervous again, like a bunny in her stomach, jumping up and down, her heart beating very fast.
Thinking of how nervous she was last time, as long as Chu Jin smiled at her and gave her an encouraging look, she could calm down, Song Qiaoxi kept looking at the opposite side expectantly.
I haven't seen Chu Jinren yet, but I only heard the sweet voice of the senior host sister from the front of the stage.
"Next, let's invite the students from the fourth grade and fifth class to bring you "Song of the Seven Sons". The conductor, the fourth grade fifth class teacher Feng Aihua, the lead singer, Song Qiaoxi, the piano accompaniment, Chu Jin."
The audience erupted in thunderous applause.
Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath and looked back at the classmates. The little black leather shoes took the first step on the stage of the auditorium.
When she was about to reach the center station, she saw that Chu Jin also stepped onto the stage on the left side of the stage.
Don't dare to do random movements on the stage, always remember the words of Teacher Feng and the music teacher, and smile.
But my heart is still up and down, like playing a drum.
Looking at the dark crowd under the stage, Song Qiaoxi found that she wiped the sweat from her palms before she came on stage, and after a short while, she became wet again.
Suddenly, she found out of the corner of her eye that there was a person standing beside her.
Chu Jin looked as usual, stood beside her, smiled and pulled his wrist, bowing slightly to the audience.
At the moment of bowing, Song Qiaoxi noticed that Chu Jin squeezed his wrist twice.
It turned out that he was still thinking that he would be nervous.
A warm heat flowed through his chest, as if there was some magic power, and suddenly the little rabbit in his stomach quieted down.
When he got up, Chu Jin had already walked in the direction of the piano.
The audience burst into warm applause again, and it also caused heated discussions among many students.
"What's that boy's name? He's too handsome!"
"My name is Chu Jin, he's the classmate of the fourth grade and fifth class. Damn, his temperament is too amazing..."
"It's said that he is a top student. He has always been the first in the test. This year, he will also represent the school to participate in the provincial Mathematical Olympiad."
"So good at math, can you play the piano?!"
"Not only can I play the piano, but also Taekwondo, calligraphy, and usually read English novels.
"Listen to what you said, is that Chu Jin still a person? He can't be Ultraman Tiga..."
…
Everyone in the audience was discussing Chu Jin, and his outfit today was really too eye-catching.
In the 1990s, the primary school students in the provincial capital wore slightly rustic clothes, even the school uniforms were rustic, with no tailoring to speak of.
Chu Jin's neat little suit, coupled with his tall figure and handsome and fair face, was really pleasing to the eyes when he sat next to the piano.
Chu Jin adjusted the piano seat, turned his head and made a gesture to the students in fourth grade, fifth class, and glanced at Song Qiaoxi again.
His slender hands touched the keys, and a sonorous and powerful sound of the piano sounded, as if ripples rippled on the calm lake.
And every ripple, vibrating with the notes, also touched the hearts of the small audience under the stage.
Song Qiaoxi took two steps forward, stood still and counted the beats in her heart.
He raised the microphone and put it to his mouth, and the young and fresh singing voice like a little yellow warbler echoed over the auditorium through the microphone.
The chorus and the piano sound of the students behind him matched very well. The fourth-grade students generally did not change their voices. This song by the children's chorus had a strong childishness, but it was particularly touching.
At the end of the song, the chorus students took out two small flags from behind, one is a five-star red flag, and the other is the green lotus flag of the Macau Special Administrative Region, and they waved one by one on the stage.
This is the secret weapon of Grade 4 and Class 5. Teacher Feng bought a small flag with great care. In the school singing competition in 1999, everyone wore school uniforms to perform on stage.
Except for the special dressing up for the lead concert, the other students are all the same.
In order to be different from other participating classes, Mr. Feng thought of letting Chu Jin use the piano to accompany him live, and to prepare a small national flag, the regional flag of the Macao Autonomous Region, to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the motherland and return to the motherland with Macao.
As soon as the performance of Grade 4 and Class 5 ended, all the teachers and students in the school exploded.
"Their class is too unexpected! Not only the live accompaniment of the piano, but also the lead singer is so cute, they can't win the fourth grade and fifth class..."
"Look, they still have a small national flag and the flag of Macau. Why can't our head teacher come up with such a good idea?"
"Shh, be careful that the head teacher overheard. The little girl who sings is so cute, she seems to be pinching her face."
"It sings so well, it's too sweet, she looks so small, what do you call her Xi?"
"Song Qiaoxi, the literary committee member of the fourth grade and fifth class, looks like a second and third grade Xiaodouding."
"Wow, but it's really cute, laughing like a doll, with brown curly hair, and looking like Shirley Temple."
"She and I share a small dining table and sing very nicely..."
…
After the curtain call, Mr. Feng instructed the students to stand up. Uncle Liu was standing in the center of the stage with the camera on his back.
The flashing lights flashed several times under the stage, and reporter Liu saw the innocent smiling faces of these children in the viewfinder.
He didn't forget Xixi's exhortation.
During the chorus just now, I took a lot of portraits of Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi, but the two children were too far away to take a group photo.
Just taking advantage of the current opportunity, reporter Xiao Liu adjusted the focal length, and the camera was aimed at each other and stood side by side. The two children were particularly pleasing to the eye, "clicking" a lot of pictures.
Reporter Xiao Liu put down the camera, made an "OK" gesture to Teacher Feng on the stage, and gave Song Qiaoxi a thumbs up.
"Do you think I can sing well?"
Before leaving the stage, Song Qiaoxi couldn't help but gently pulled Chu Jin's sleeve and asked him in a low voice.
Up to now, her hands are still wet, and she was no longer nervous when she sang just now, but when she stepped down, she felt a little trembling in her body.
"Well, it sounds really good."
Chu Jin gave her a positive answer, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Song Qiaoxi.
Song Qiaoxi followed the main force to the direction of her class, wiped her hands, and said, "Well... it's a life-saving straw, my palms are sweaty, how do you know?"
"..."
Chu Jin smiled, noncommittal.
He felt that Song Qiaoxi should ask, is there anything he doesn't know about her
Little girl, she asks herself all kinds of weird questions every day, not all of them will have the answers, or can give the answers now.
Seeing that Chu Jin didn't answer her, Song Qiaoxi didn't get annoyed, and changed the question in a blink of an eye, "Then do you think we'll take the first place?"
"Well, I think..." Chu Jin gave her a firm look and nodded, "Our whole class practiced so hard, there were no mistakes in this performance, you also performed well as a lead singer, and Teacher Feng also With the flag ready, we will definitely get a good ranking."
"I also think I will win the award, but can I win the first place?"
The tissue in Song Qiaoxi's hand had already formed into a ball, and she was rubbing it back and forth nervously.
When waiting for the result, I was often the most anxious, and I prayed secretly in my heart, hoping that the fourth grade and fifth class could win the first prize.
Xiaozui muttered to himself like a little monk reciting scriptures, "God bless our fourth grade and fifth class, let's take the first prize, the first prize is ours, the first prize, the first prize, the first prize. .. ”
Chu Jin heard Song Qiaoxi's milky nagging clearly in his ears, and turned his head to see how nervous she was, thinking it was cute and funny.
The two were still sitting next to each other in the auditorium.
He comforted softly: "You don't have to be so obsessed with rankings. If you work hard, you won't regret it."
"..."
Song Qiaoxi's mouth suddenly stopped, and she turned her head and blinked at him, staring at him for a long time.
Seeing her a little uncomfortable, Chu Jin frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"No, you've been a little weird lately?"
Song Qiaoxi said solemnly, clasping her hands in front of her chest as if thinking.
Chu Jin was at a loss when she asked, "Huh?"
The ball of tissue in her hand was already damp, but Song Qiaoxi still held it in her palm, squeezed it twice, and said slowly, "The tone of your speech has been very mature recently, like my father, that is, You Uncle Song..."
"..."
Chu Jin was silent for a while, really not knowing how to answer her.
Think this question is a bit baffling, and a bit funny
"Just, many things, you directly pull me to do it, don't tell me why, don't explain the reason to me, and ask you for a long time without saying anything." Song Qiaoxi looked a little wronged, and she couldn't hide her thoughts in her heart. " You see, you used to write programs on your home computer, and every day you let me see you doing something I didn’t understand, but you didn’t tell me what it was, so I was curious and guessing every day. Be patient. I didn't know until my birthday, you made me a new little game as a birthday present."
"And just now, Liang Feifei stained my skirt, you pulled me out of the classroom, I just wanted to know, why can't you tell me directly, where are we going and what are we going to do, so that I won't ask such a question Too many questions..."
Song Qiaoxi's mouth pouted.
I don't know if it was because she had just experienced a tense match that made her emotionally sensitive.
There were people running around on the stage, and the whole auditorium was in chaos at the moment.
While waiting for the count of votes, the head teachers of each class did not keep the students quiet. The teachers and students in the school were chatting non-stop, and they were all nervously waiting for the results of the competition.
"Not happy?"
Chu Jin asked softly, glanced at the crumpled paper ball in her hand, and pulled out a new tissue.
"I think you and my parents treat me as a child, but my parents don't treat you as a child like me."
Song Qiaoxi glanced at Chu Jin quietly, and in the end she could only tell the truth honestly.
It made Chu Jin almost unable to hold back his laughter, the little girl went around, so it was here
Taking the crumpled tissue from Song Qiaoxi's hand, Chu Jin put a new tissue in her hand and shook his head helplessly, "Song Qiaoxi, you are younger than me, just a child... . "
"But, I don't like being treated like a child. I'm nine years old, and I'll be ten next June."
Song Qiaoxi retorted.
At this age, I am in an embarrassing period when I feel that I understand everything, but I don't understand much. It does not belong to the kindergarten and the little bean bag of the second grade, and it does not belong to the older children of the senior grades.
It may also be because she looks too small, Song Qiaoxi will be given up her seat as a lower grade child on the bus.
Because of this incident, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi laughed for a long time.
Knowing that they are not malicious, but every time she sees the people around her grow taller, she is still a small one. As the shortest one of the "Little Five Gang", she is so shameless, and she is even more embarrassed in her heart. strength.
She, Song Qiaoxi, is the boss of the "Little Gang of Five"!
It has even fallen to the point of being laughed at by the younger brother, not because he is not long...
That little sprout that longed to grow up and to be treated equally had turned into a thriving young sapling in Song Qiaoxi's heart.
But on the outside, it is still a tender green bud.
"But, you are one year older, and I am also one year older, and I will always be older than you. Change your mind and see if this is true. Even if you are thirty years old, you are an adult. In Auntie's eyes, are you still a child?"
"..."
Song Qiaoxi pinched the dry tissue and thought about it...
It seems that is the same reason
Chu Jin saw her big eyes fluttering and blinking a few times, the tense expression on her face eased, and she said gently: "We have been taking care of you and protecting you, okay?"
"Okay, it's not good..." Song Qiaoxi bit her lip, paused, and looked up into Chu Jin's beautiful eyes, "Because I also want to become stronger, so I can protect you and take care of you. "
Even if it is not strong enough, I will do my best to protect you.
Chu Jin looked at her sparkling almond eyes, her thick dark brown eyelashes were curled and slender, her brown pupils were as crystal clear as amber gems, and there was a clear light in her eyes.
There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of her lips, and Chu Jin wanted to rub the fluffy curly hair on her head.
But now at school, the ten-year-old boy already knows that there are some too intimate actions between friends. At this age, it is not allowed to do it in front of his peers.
You will be booed by your classmates and talk behind your back.
"Then, I'll start today, eat less, grow slower, wait a minute, okay?"
Chu Jin folded his hands together with a gentle smile in his tone.
"Hmm..." Seriously lowered her head and thought for a while, Song Qiaoxi raised her head, clenched her small fists and said seriously, "It's better not to, I will work harder to eat meat in the future, and I must grow taller as soon as possible. Grow up! I can chase you, you don't have to wait for me."
"..."
Chu Jin frowned, as if something was wrong
are you chasing me
--
After waiting for a long time, the podium finally confirmed the list of winners.
The beautiful senior host sister, wearing a pink dress, walked onto the stage, holding a microphone and a piece of cardboard, and said with emotion: "Classmates, let's congratulate... 4th grade, 5th class The song "Song of the Seven Sons" won the first prize in the singing competition celebrating the 50th anniversary of the National Day and the celebration of Macao's return to the motherland!"
"We are number one!"
"It's the first prize! Teacher Feng, our class is the first prize!"
"Ah! We won the championship!!!"
"It's so cool! Our fourth grade fifth class is the coolest!"
…
The children can't tell whether it's the first place, the first prize, or the champion. It doesn't matter.
The students of Grade 4 and Class 5 were so happy that they jumped from their seats!
For these children, the most important thing is that their hard work has paid off.
Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were surrounded by their classmates, and they were almost thrown into the sky.
After that, the host sister explained the reason for winning the award on the stage, probably because of Chu Jin's wonderful live piano accompaniment and singing with Song Qiaoxi's sweet voice, this "Song of the Seven Sons" has a very good topic selection. The interaction is also very creative, and the school leaders have always considered it to be the best performance today.
The trophy and certificate were led by Mr. Feng with Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin on stage, and the whole school burst into warm cheers and applause again.
Also because of the tacit cooperation between Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, at the end of the singing competition that day, the two also accepted an interview with their uncle, a reporter from Qizhou TV.
Song Qiaoxi never dreamed that she would one day be on TV with Chu Jin!
After being interviewed by the TV station, several uncles and aunts of the reporters kindly told Song Qiaoxi that the news would be broadcast during the 11th holiday of Qizhou local TV station before they left. They can go home and tell their parents. , watch on time in front of the TV.
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October 1, 1999.
During the day, the "Little Gang of Five" gathered. A few children had just entered Wang Junyang's house and stared at his oversized 40-inch LCD color TV.
"Wow, it turns out that 40 inches is so big. Isn't it cool to watch a VCD?"
Ding touched the casing of the TV with a greedy look.
"Yeah, but I'm too optimistic about it myself. You guys don't like to come to my house to play recently."
Wang Junyang said sourly.
"Oh, my parents' restaurant has made money, and they also bought computers for Ding Miao and me. Your house has to climb the stairs. Hehe, it's so tiring." "Hula" put it on the coffee table in the living room, "Shop Haojia shrimp sticks, eight treasures candy, rice cracker, crispy fragrant rice and chocolate, darling, simply crispy noodles... Whoever wants to eat can get it by himself."
Ding Miao pushed on his glasses and couldn't agree with his silly brother's "little upstart" confusion, shook his head, and sat upright on the sofa.
"It's about to start, Miaomiao, look, there are so many people in the square! Beijing's innocence is so blue, I really want to go to Beijing to see it."
Song Qiaoxi sat next to Ding Miao and held her arm affectionately.
"Chu Jin, come quickly, the military parade will begin soon!"
Wang Junyang called out to Chu Jin, seeing that he was still changing his shoes, he sat down beside Song Qiaoxi without thinking.
Ding Yi held an unopened lollipop in his hand and sat next to Wang Junyang.
Chu Jin changed his slippers and glanced at the sofa in the living room.
On the brown leather sofa, four little people were crowded like canned sardines.
His eyes finally fell between Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang, frowning slightly, but he quickly recovered.
Chu Jin said to the single-eyed boy sitting on the sofa, "Wang Junyang, go get two bottles of Wangzai milk and three bottles of Jianlibao."
"It's in the refrigerator, brother, you have to drink it and get it yourself, sit down, the military parade is about to start!"
Wang Junyang's attention was attracted by the military parade on TV. He sat back and waved to Chu Jin.
In the next second, it seemed like the world was spinning, and Wang Junyang found that someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the sofa.
He himself has a broken palm, and his hands are very strong, but this time Chu Jin pulled him up with even greater strength than his own two hands!
The Yangyang little boy stumbled and shook twice before he stood firm.
"Ugh... ... "
Wang Junyang steadied his heels and scratched his head, confused by Chu Jin's actions.
Seeing that Chu Jin bypassed him, he took a packet of Haojia shrimp sticks from the coffee table, and sat in the seat between Song Qiaoxi and Ding Yi with a dignified manner.
Sitting the same, Ding Yi slumped on the sofa like a puddle of liquid without bones.
However, Chu Jin could still sit upright and straight, making Wang Junyang feel a little irritable for no apparent reason.
Chu Jin tore open the package of shrimp sticks, didn't eat it by himself, stared at the TV screen, and handed it to Song Qiaoxi naturally.
Song Qiaoxi also stared at the TV screen. She didn't even glance at the corner of the screen, but tacitly reached out and took the package of shrimp sticks.
Bai Nenenen's little hand reached into the bag of shrimp strips, took out a shrimp strip and stuffed it into Ding Miao's mouth on the left, picked up another and stuffed it into Chu Jin's mouth, picked up one and threw it aside, Ding Yiyi Opened his mouth, "Ouch" took it right away.
Song Qiaoxi's series of movements were as natural and smooth as running clouds and flowing water, without getting stuck, Wang Junyang was stunned in place.
The whole house is "crunching" chewing shrimp sticks...
"Wang Junyang, get a drink."
Chu Jin looked away from the TV screen and glanced at Wang Junyang.
As if stunned, Wang Junyang felt as if he had been enchanted by Chu Jin, so he went to the kitchen obediently, took out two bottles of Wangzai milk and three bottles of Jianlibao from the refrigerator, put them in his arms and placed them on the coffee table.
After Wang Junyang sat down next to Ding Yi, he felt something was wrong.
I wanted to sit next to Xixi just now, but no, I have already sat down next to Xixi!
Why, next to Ding Yi of "Ge You's Paralysis"? !
What the hell just happened! ! !