Song Qiaoxi could feel the temperature of Chu Jin's fingertips, it was warm.
Thinking about the whispers between Grandpa Sun and Chu Jin, she didn't know why, as if something hot was blocking her chest, and her eyes were slightly sore.
This was the first and only time that Chu Jin had taken the initiative to mention his dead parents in such a long time.
Even though she saw her parents every day, but her mother was busy with decorations, and during the months when her father was only on business and sent her and Chu Jin's dinner to sister Qiu Meng's house for dinner, Song Qiaoxi would miss her father and mother very much every day.
I didn't even dare to think about how sad it would be for Chu Jin to think of his parents when he was alone
But what Grandpa Sun said was amazing and didn't make people feel sad at all.
Grandpa Sun has been talking about the past of Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun.
Stories large and small can clearly outline the images of Chu Jin's father and mother.
Uncle Chu always wears a neat uniform and has a very particular hairstyle, much like a returned overseas Chinese or the eldest young master of some aristocratic family.
He likes to wear a leather jacket in winter, with leather gloves and big leather boots, like a pilot.
Aunt Sun likes to wear aqua blue dresses, loves to laugh, and is usually squeamish and gentle like a little girl.
But when she started to work, her aura was stronger than that of young men of the same age.
Grandpa Sun's story seems to have some magical power. Song Qiaoxi knows very well that the protagonist in the story is gone.
But they are so vividly reappearing in front of her eyes, they will only find it interesting, amusing, want to laugh, and will be curious about what happened next
I wonder what Chu Jin's parents, their own parents, were like when they weren't there
I am also curious about how Grandpa Sun, the fairy wife in the mouth of Grandpa Sun, who was the former "Bai Yueguang" grandma in the courtyard decades ago, made Grandpa Sun chase after him and pet him for a lifetime.
However, none of these are the most magical.
What makes Xixi feel the most amazing is Grandpa Sun's wife. Grandma Sun has also passed away for many years.
But every time Grandpa Sun mentioned Grandma Sun, he was filled with a happy smile, and even the shyness of a teenager showed in his eyes, and there was no sadness at all.
Why is this
"Sometimes I don't dare to think about them..."
Chu Jin squeezed her wrist a little harder.
Song Qiaoxi raised her eyes, Chu Jin's deep black eyes could not see the bottom.
The two of them just happened to be standing in the shade of the street light, and they were very close, but they couldn't understand their emotions.
"Do you miss uncle and aunt?"
Song Qiaoxi asked in a low voice, standing there obediently, motionless.
Chu Jin didn't let go of her wrist, her voice was hoarse, and she said with a bit of difficulty: "Well, not sometimes, but I have always... been afraid to think about my parents."
Song Qiaoxi felt that Chu Jin became more talkative tonight because of Grandpa Sun.
Even though two people have been together for so long, he rarely talks to himself, or in other words, never talks.
I can't figure out whether Chu Jin is in a bad mood or in a good mood at the moment.
With pursed lips, Xixi stood beside him so obediently and listened quietly.
Chu Jin murmured, "I used to think that I would just forget about them without thinking about them. The uncles and aunts in the courtyard, Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao, and you, were careful not to mention them in front of me. But today when Grandpa Sun talked about the past of his parents, I realized that after so long, I almost forgot what they looked like."
"Grandpa Sun is right. You have to miss them often and mention them often. Otherwise, if you don't talk about many things often, you will really forget them."
Song Qiaoxi repeated Grandpa Sun's words.
"Well, can't forget."
Chu Jin spoke in an angry, firm tone.
Song Qiaoxi clearly felt that Chu Jin was in a much better mood when he said this.
She did not have any intuitive feeling about "death".
But he has indeed experienced a very extraordinary journey, and the two sets of clear and incomparable memories in his mind are the best proof.
Suddenly, she felt as if she had come up with an amazing idea.
Although I can't tell Chu Jin directly about the tortuous process of coming to this world, I can tell him that the so-called "leaving" also has another possibility
Looking up, Song Qiaoxi stared at Chu Jin's beautiful peach eyes, and said word by word, "Chu Jin, do you think it's possible that your parents, as well as grandma Sun, actually just went to a place we don't know
There, it's possible we can't see them, but they can see us.
As long as we don't forget them, they can always live well in another world. When we are old and can no longer walk, one day we will go to another world and see them again.
As long as there are people in this world who remember us, no matter which world we are in, we will not disappear. "
Chu Jin paused for a long time, as if thinking carefully about what she said.
Song Qiaoxi was a little uneasy, in fact, she didn't know whether this inference was correct.
After all, it's just an inference, she can't even prove that she came from transmigration...
"I won't forget them, never will." Chu Jin's expression was gentle, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Hearing what he said, Xixi was relieved.
Then he immediately echoed: "Yes, don't forget, let's go to Grandpa Sun next week to listen to the story, I also want to hear the story of your father's investigation, and the story of how your mother pretended to be 'unannounced', I also want to hear the story. Know more about what we're still in the womb of mom."
"Okay." Chu Jin readily agreed, released her soft wrist, fondly scratched the tip of Xixi's small nose, and teased her, "After that, I won't call you Xixi, do you want to call me Xixi? Are you 'little kelp' or 'little elbow'?"
"Then I'll call you 'Little Fish'!"
Not to be outdone, Song Qiaoxi said, standing on tiptoe to imitate Chu Jin's appearance, wanting to scratch his nose.
As a result, she forgot that she was still holding her big cock in her hand.
The big rooster, who was about to fall asleep on the side, was pulled by the rope, flapping its wings and making a crowing sound of "Ooooooo".
Xixi was startled by the flapping chicken, her fingers slipped down Chu Jin's lips and her chin almost fell into his arms.
Chu Jin supported her, squatted down and grabbed the chicken "son" who was running around with flapping wings.
When he returned home, he held a... chicken "son" in his left hand, another... chicken "son" in his right hand, and the "mother" who escorted the two chicken "sons". "Song Qiaoxi went upstairs.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Chu Jin knew what he looked like now, very much like a song called "Back to My Mother's Home" that Uncle Song often hummed.
And he, the father of the two chickens and cubs, escorted the cubs and the cubs back to their parents' home...
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Holidays always go by so fast.
The seven-day holiday of National Day seems to pass faster than a weekend.
After the holidays, Song Qiaoxi and the "Little Five Gang" friends returned to school, and the first wave of cold air in Qizhou arrived not long after.
The school planted a row of tall plane trees and poplars, which seemed to turn golden yellow overnight.
It didn't take long for a piece of golden leaves to fall from the tree to the ground in a roll, covering the entire campus with a layer of yellow "street stalls".
At this time, the male students in each class were looking forward to being assigned the duty of sweeping leaves.
Because it can occupy the innate favorable conditions and factors, to select the most popular "old roots" and use it to "pull the old roots".
In the 1990s, this was the most popular game among northern children in the fall.
This stuff is so addicting!
The first time Song Qiaoxi played, she was thrown into the pit by Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, and she has been lying at the bottom of the pit since then, unable to come out.
Every Wednesday, he and his classmates take the initiative to change duty, and I can't wait to beg my classmates to help others sweep the leaves.
The game of "pulling out the old roots" is about skill, and it is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
The two children each take a leaf, hold the ends of the petiole tightly with both hands, and cross the petiole with each other.
Next, like a tug-of-war, pull each other hard in their own direction, and whoever's petiole is torn off first will lose.
A seemingly simple game, even an adult would find it quite boring, isn't it just tug-of-war to find a petiole from the ground
Song Qiaoxi doesn't think so about this issue, she has her own opinion.
In the afternoon break between classes, she and the "Little Gang of Five" came to sweep the fallen leaves.
It is said that it is "sweeping leaves", but they are really sweeping the floor seriously, not to mention the "Little Five Gang" from the fourth grade and fifth class, and none of the elementary school chickens in the remaining classes are sweeping the floor safely.
The boys all pouted their butts on the ground to observe carefully, and compared the fineness and thickness of the "old roots" in their hands. Among the little boys, there were only two little girls, Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao.
Chu Jin did not participate in the game, and today was not his duty. He was simply forced by Song Qiaoxi on the grounds of group activities of the "Little Five Gang".
At this moment, he held the original book, leaned on a big poplar tree and patiently turned the pages, occasionally looking up to see what Song Qiaoxi was doing.
In the same way, Ding Miao was also called out by this "ridiculous" reason.
Sister Miao sat on the flower bed with a face helpless, pulling a few fallen leaves boredom, regretting not being the same as Chu Jin, and also took out the book.
It's not Monday, so don't wear school uniforms.
Song Qiaoxi wore an orange sweater, vest and skirt, with a Peter Pan collar beige velvet bottoming shirt, off-white pantyhose, and a pair of brown boots.
The outfit that Qiao Qin matched her is definitely a typical little lady's dress.
Her brown curly hair was tied into two double ponytails like rabbit ears, which fell obediently on her chest. Anyone who saw him would praise him like a "doll".
Among the boys, Xixi didn't even fall to the ground, but she had been bending over to pick one of her "generals" in a sea of fallen leaves, and she already had a lot of options in her hands.
She picked one, straightened up, and shouted to her friends: "Come and try my root, come and see this color, yellow is black, black is yellow, this flexibility is very special at first glance. Well, it may be 'Gener God'!"
After a few days of systematic "training" by Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, Song Qiaoxi already knew that if the color of the old root is too yellow, it means the root is too raw, with a lot of moisture and lack of tenacity, and if the color is too dark, it means the root is too old , the moisture has evaporated, and it is crispy.
So if you want to find this kind of yellow and black, you have to choose a flatter one, which is more muscular.
"coming!"
Wang Junyang got up from the ground and ran over with a handful of fallen leaves in his hands.
Ding Yi pushed his glasses, he was sitting next to Ding Miao, he was rolling down the leaves, and asked in a voice, "Is it possible that he is more powerful than my 'King Gen'er'?"
"Come and try!"
Song Qiaoxi had a particularly strong desire to win, so she waved the "Old Gener" she found in her hand and ran to her friends.
Chu Jin raised his head from the book, glanced at "Old Gener" in Song Qiaoxi's hand, his peach blossom eyes turned into a beautiful Xuanyue, smiled and shook his head and lowered his head.
"What are you laughing at, am I not good at it?"
Song Qiaoxi keenly noticed that Chu Jin was looking at her, and shoved the leaf pole in her hand to Chu Jin with a little questioning.
"pretty good."
Chu Jin held back his laughter, nodded, and glanced at the woods beside him.
She is really the only little girl among all the children who are looking for "Old Gener" everywhere.
Sometimes he would think that Song Qiaoxi is a special little girl.
Sometimes she is more sensitive than ordinary girls of the same age, and sometimes she is more cheerful and open-minded than little boys, with a simple and warm temperament.
Like the vest dress she is wearing today, the fiery orange is like a little sun shining at any time.
Xixi is an upright and lovely, without the slightest pretence or hypocrisy.
So cute, Chu Jin sometimes wants to hide her cuteness, and doesn't want anyone to find her cuteness.
"Miaomiao, don't you think my root is bad?" She turned to Ding Miao again, holding the "chosen old root".
Ding Miao sat on the flower bed, holding her cheeks in one hand, pushing her glasses with the other, smiling with a lively expression on her face and said, "Xixi, okay, do you want to practice your true knowledge? Can you give Ding Yi a try?"
"Come on, Ding Yi, take out your 'King Gen'er' and try it with me."
Song Qiaoxi waved to Ding Yi.
Ding Yi shook his head, took out a handkerchief cloth bag from his pocket, opened it carefully, took out a brown "old Gener" and shook it to Song Qiaoxi, "The 'King Gener' can't do it, first Take out one of my generals, and 'Bao Gener' will compete with you."
"Okay, come!" Xixi is not cowardly, she is just a "bar" without saying a word.
The two of them each held a leaf stalk on one side, and clenched their hands together.
With a sound of "click", the "Bao Gen'er" in Ding Yi's hand suddenly broke.
He stood there dumbfounded, looking at the disconnected old Gen'er and pursed his lips, "Come on, I still have 'Bao Gen'er' No. 2 here!"
Song Qiaoxi wasn't afraid of him, she opened her mouth and said, "Come here, I'm not afraid of you, why don't we make a bet?"
"What bet?" Ding Yi asked.
Xixi thought about it for a while. I don't know which class became popular recently. Anyway, it first spread from senior seniors and seniors. It is especially popular to "recognize relatives".
Now the fourth grade and fifth class, the relationship between the students wants to be complicated.
For example, Jiang Qisheng's brother's mother is also his daughter, Liang Feifei's grandson's daughter is also her aunt, and so on, "chaotic" complex relatives...
The popularity among the children has led to the formation of several wonderful "small groups" in the class.
This matter, in the eyes of the teachers, finds it ridiculous, but for the classmates, it has enhanced the friendship of the big guys
Song Qiaoxi's mind became hot, and she also wanted to help the "Little Gang of Five" to integrate relatives, and blurted out: "If you lose, you have to call me dad!"
"Who is that mother?" Ding Yi smiled awkwardly and looked at Chu Chu.
Chu Jin frowned and made a "what are you looking at me for?" expression.
Song Qiaoxi raised her chin and pointed, "Mother is Miaomiao!"
Ding Miao laughed until she clutched her stomach. She knew that Xixi had always been wild and naughty, and she was willing to be used to her little best friend, shrugging her shoulders and acting like she didn't care.
"Pfft hahaha, okay, you and my sister are married, come on." Ding glanced at Ding Miao, took out his "King Gen'er" from his handkerchief bag, and prepared to "fight against the water."
Just as he was about to start playing against the bar, he heard Wang Junyang, who was standing beside him, wave the "Old Gen'er" in his hand, and said a little unnaturally: "Otherwise, Xixi, you can bet with me, if I win, you Still 'Dad'. Just... do you think I can be 'Mum'?"
Before Song Qiaoxi could speak, the book in Chu Jin's hand closed with a "clatter", and looked at Wang Junyang coldly, "Which kind of 'mother' are you, the little girl is playing, and your elders are also joining in the fun?"
"I...don't everyone in the class recognize this?" Suddenly asked by Chu Jin, Wang Junyang felt a little guilty, and after muttering a few words, there was no further text.
"Song Qiaoxi and Ding Yi made a bet, what are you mixing?" Chu Jin walked to Song Qiaoxi's side, took a handful of "Old Gener" from her hand, removed the leaves on it for her, looked carefully, and pulled out one Hand it to her, "Use this one."
"Huh?" Song Qiaoxi took the "old root" that was slightly brown and asked hesitantly, "Is this ok?"
Chu Jin smiled confidently, "Just try it, won't you know?"
"Ah, okay, then listen to you." Song Qiaoxi tilted her head and nodded to Chu Jin.
"Damn, Xixi, why are you still looking for foreign aid, Wang Junyang, come and pick a root for me, hurry up!" Ding Yi was so anxious that he sweated and grabbed Wang Junyang.
Wang Junyang picked one with a bitter face and handed it to Ding Yi, "Just take your 'King Gener'."
"Then let's start!"
Song Qiaoxi stretched out her little hand, getting ready, remembering what her own father taught, she will always crush her opponent in momentum.
In the autumn of 1999, her voice was still sweet and sweet, not a more gentle voice like a girl of the same age, but still had a strong childishness.
In the corner of the playground of the primary school attached to the normal school, Song Qiaoxi said a milky "clamor": "Hum, Ding Yi, get ready to be the eldest son of me and Miaomiao!"
"Um... ... "
"Hey yo..."
Song Qiaoxi and Ding Yi had blood marks on their fingers, and their faces were flushed red. The two "old roots" in their hands still couldn't tell the winner.
At this time, the rules of the game allow the use of external forces.
In between, Ding Miao took the lead in joining the "fight", hugging Song Qiaoxi's waist and pulling it back.
At Ding Yi's call, Wang Junyang symbolically pulled him twice, and a good game of "pulling the old roots" instantly turned into a "tug-of-war".
In the end, Song Qiaoxi got his wish, using the strength of Chu Jin's "Old Gen'er" and Ding Miao's "qi pulling mountains and rivers" to defeat Ding Yi's "Gen'er King" and secure the "Little Gang of Five". "The "Dad" throne.
Glory defended her "leadership".
--
December 1999 was a very memorable month in Qizhou.
This year, a football team in Qizhou is about to be written into the annals of history as the unique "double champion".
And Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, so lucky, can be the participants to witness this glorious glory.
December 12th is a Sunday.
It was cloudy and the temperature was 0-8 degrees.
Since the beginning of the fourth grade, as long as my father does not work night shifts on Sunday, this day has become a "lazy day" for my father and mother.
This proposal was brought up by Song Qiaoxi.
She felt that her parents were too hard at ordinary times, and she could also use the winter and summer vacations to sleep in, but her parents had to give them three meals a day on weekends.
So she suggested that every Sunday in the future, father and mother can sleep until they wake up naturally, and she and Chu Jin can make breakfast for them.
Qiao Qin and Song Jianguo thought about it for a while and felt that the two children were also grown up.
Chu Jin will be eleven years old in March next year, and Xixi is nine and a half years old.
Needless to say, Chu Jin is too capable of taking care of himself. When he first came to the house at the age of seven, he would do anything and rush to do it.
But my daughter is a little bit, um...
A little bit out of words.
It's not that she didn't give Song Qiaoxi a chance to exercise her self-care ability. She had the impression that she could still do some housework when she was a child, but later...
Alas, not all of them are used to it.
As soon as the girl picked up the rag, the rag was in Chu Jin's hand in the next second, and she couldn't tell the difference between a broom and a dustpan, let alone expect her to learn to cook by herself.
Xixi's small mouth, that is, can eat and babble, let her cook, so careless and fussy, I'm afraid it will blow up the kitchen.
This time, for the sake of Song Qiaoxi's own initiative, my parents felt that she had realized the importance of "self-reliance" ideologically.
He also felt that with Chu Jin by his side anyway, there would always be a reliable child "to the bottom", so he agreed to Sunday's "lazy day".
As soon as the alarm clock rang, Song Qiaoxi "gulu" sat up from the pink princess bed, and "paja" the little rabbit who pressed the "dididi" alarm clock with a carrot.
After getting up, change your clothes, wash yourself, and use a rubber band to loosely tie a ponytail to yourself.
She started to learn how to braid herself this semester. Double ponytails are difficult to learn, because they have to split their heads, and a single high ponytail is not easy. They have to raise their arms high, and their hair is long and long.
In the end, I found that, without anyone to help, I could only find a rubber band, randomly tie her hair into a low ponytail, and then re-braid her when Chu Jin came.
After tossing for a while, I felt sleepy again.
Song Qiaoxi heard the movement at the door, and walked to the door lightly wearing bunny cotton slippers.
Stretching, she lazily greeted Chu Jin, "Ow, good morning..."
Chu Jin nodded, changed his shoes at the door, and listened to her "humming" for a while.
Looking up at her, she saw Song Qiaoxi slumped on the sofa. It is estimated that just after getting up, the little girl's voice had a strong nasal tone and was extraordinarily soft.
He knew that Song Qiaoxi was not acting like a spoiled child on purpose, just humming unconsciously like "getting up", but it sounded...
The hand that untied the shoelace paused, and the heartbeat suddenly accelerated, like a deer slamming around in the chest.