The team song of the Luneng Taishan team fluttered in the sky above the provincial sports center. Song Qiaoxi's heart was surging, and her little heart was pounding. She was so excited.
Witnessed the emergence of the "Double Champion" with my own eyes, watched the uncles of the players running frantically in the stadium, lifted a foreign uncle named Santrazzi and threw them into the sky.
Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi saw a chubby young uncle carrying a "big gun barrel" camera to take pictures inside the venue.
Isn't this the photojournalist of the newspaper, Uncle Sun
In the National Day Singing Competition last year, I even went to school to take pictures of them.
Uncle Sun complied with his agreement and took out the single photo of Chu Jin playing the piano, as well as the group photo of the two of them, and asked her father to show it to her.
The photos are beautiful, especially Chu Jin's single-person photo. She plays the piano as elegant as the little prince. She secretly clipped the photo into the green Snoopy diary that Chu Jin gave her.
"Uncle Sun!"
Song Qiaoxi jumped down from the chair, jumped and shouted at an old acquaintance, and waved her arms at Uncle Sun, feeling very excited.
Reporter Xiao Sun was about to go to the mixed mining area, thinking of getting a football for Su Maozhen and head coach Santrazzi to sign.
Seeing Song Qiaoxi jumping like a kangaroo outside the court, he put on the lens cap and walked to the sidelines with a smile, "Xixi, Xiao Chujin? You two are here too! You two little Doudings are so lucky to be here to watch. Ball, go back and tell your classmates and don't envy them to death?"
"Uncle, have you photographed Su Maozhen?" Song Qiaoxi asked him curiously.
Uncle Sun raised the camera in his hand and said proudly: "Of course I took it, and Santrazzi also took it. I'm going to get a football. Now I'm going to the mixed mining area to have Su Maozhen and Santrazzi sign their names. go."
sign? !
The signatures of Su Maozhen and Santrazzi? Dad likes Su Maozhen the most!
Xixi looked back at her father, who was talking with a strange uncle, and glanced at her and Chu Jin from time to time.
With an idea, if I can help my father get an autograph back, my father should be very happy, right
She put her two little hands on her chest and begged, "Uncle Sun, can you take me there? I also want an autograph, and I want to give it to my father. My father likes Su Maozhen the most. ."
"Song Qiaoxi, don't run around." Chu Jin grabbed her sleeve and shook his head at her.
"It's not about running around, just go and get an autograph for dad and come back. After signing the autograph, we'll come back. Can we just say no to dad?"
Song Qiaoxi felt that Chu Jin was too surprised.
"The mixed mining area is not far, it's over there," Uncle Sun pointed out. There were already a lot of reporters there, and the flashlights kept flashing.
"Dad, let's go and get Su Maozhen's autograph for you, come back right away!"
Xixi made a "small horn" with her small hand and shouted in the direction where her father was standing.
Just at this moment, Su Maozhen held up the trophy to greet the crowd, and the cheers resounded in the field again, completely covering up the young girl's tender voice.
Coincidentally, Papa Song just looked back at them at this moment, and waved to Song Qiaoxi with a smile. It seemed that he meant it by default
She took Chu Jin's arm and said Nunuzui, "Look, didn't Dad agree? Let's go and get back quickly. I think Dad is still talking with that uncle."
Chu Jin glanced at Uncle Song hesitantly, Uncle Song didn't look at them any more, and had a lively chat with a tall uncle wearing a woolen coat.
He pursed his lips, turned his head to look at Song Qiaoxi's big watery eyes full of anticipation, and nodded, "Then let's go back quickly, and come back as soon as I get an autograph for my uncle."
"Come on, Xixi, bring the bag that my uncle put next to me, right, right, just the black one with a football in it, and a book for my uncle too..."
Uncle Sun instructed them to take the balls out of the bag and take a hard-shell notebook.
Then he picked up the two children from the outfield, brought them into the infield, and the three of them trotted all the way to the mixed mining area.
When Song Jianguo and Zhao Chenguang were chatting, their eyes would glance at the two children from time to time, and they would wave to them, indicating that they would come over immediately.
But in the blink of an eye, when you turn your head again, the person disappears
Zhao Chenguang saw that Song Jianguo's face was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Editor-in-chief Song, what's going on?"
"No..." Song Jianguo frowned and glanced around, taking a step forward, "Are the two children still here just now? Just now, I waved to them!"
Song Jianguo strode over to the chair where his daughter and Chu Jin were sitting. On the folding chair, the two children's scarves, gloves and hats were all there.
Zhao Chenguang also followed and patted Song Jianguo on the shoulder, "Editor Song, think again, did the children go to the toilet? Or did they meet an acquaintance?"
"Dong Zhao, did you see the two children sitting on the chair just now? A girl with two braids, a boy, the girl is so tall, come to me, wear a red down jacket, the boy is taller, come to me , wearing a blue jacket."
Song Jianguo was so anxious that he sweated out, grabbing Zhao Chenguang and asking.
Zhao Chenguang forced himself to recall that he was talking to Song Jianguo just now, and the surroundings were messy, so he didn't care too much, "I, I didn't pay attention, I seem to have seen two children on the sidelines just now, wait... ... I remember, two kids talking to a guy who was a little fat? Look after that and there's no one there."
"Fuck, call the police, I'm afraid I've run into a trafficker..."
Song Jianguo felt a chill when he heard this.
In the summer vacation when my daughter was six years old, she secretly ran out of the house by herself, and a little kid knew that he was going to the train station with rhubarb noodles.
He knows best how capable and courageous his daughter is.
I was almost abducted by traffickers at the train station last time. Thank goodness I met Chu Jin. The little boy was smart and rushed to the police to save her. Otherwise, he and Qiao Qin would have no daughter today. God knows what his daughter will be abducted and sold. Go to the backcountry.
There are so many people today, the provincial sports center is so chaotic, and they are all big men, which makes Song Jianguo's mentality explode.
Song Jianguo regretted it very much. He regretted that he should take a trouser belt and tie his daughter and Chu Jin around his waist so that they would not lose it.
"Song Jianguo, be calm. In this way, I know the security director of the Provincial Sports Center. I will make a phone call right now and ask him to arrange a broadcast to find someone."
Zhao Chenguang took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket and said "beep beep beep" button.
"I'm going to take a look around, no, I can't wait here." Song Jianguo jumped into the arena and said to Zhao Chenguang in a clear tone, "I'm sorry, Zhao Dong, the girl's name is Song Qiaoxi. 9-year-old boy named Chu Jin, 10-year-old, one wearing a red down jacket with two braids, the other wearing a blue cotton jacket, short hair. Both children have white skin and big eyes.”
After speaking, Song Jianguo walked anxiously towards the exit of the Provincial Sports Center, shouting the names of Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin all the way, his voice choked.
He really wanted to hate himself, and felt that how could the child be lost a few meters away
Still being careless...
If he couldn't find it, Song Jianguo felt that he would die.
Without Qiao Qin tearing his hands, he can't pass his own level, and he won't live.
After a while, the Luneng Taishan team song "Orange Flame", which was played on a loop in the venue of the Provincial Sports Center, came to an abrupt end.
"Children Song Qiaoxi, children Chu Jin, please hurry to Exit 7 of the Provincial Sports Center after hearing the broadcast, your father is waiting for you, children Song Qiaoxi, children Chu Jin, please hear the broadcast..."
A female voice sounded on the radio, repeating it clearly over and over again.
"Come on, Xixi and Jinjin, look at the camera, eggplant!"
Reporter Sun "clicked, clicked" and pressed the shutter several times.
After taking the photo, Reporter Sun hurriedly greeted Song Qiaoxi, who was holding a football in his arms, and Chu Jin, who was holding a notebook in his hand.
Because he brought two delicate and cute dolls carved in pink and jade, not only did he take several single photos of Su Maozhen and coach Santrazzi, they took a group photo and got their autographs.
Coach Yang looked at the cuteness of the two children, and took the initiative to take Su Maozhen to take a photo with the two children.
"Okay, thank you coach, three grams of oil, three grams of oil! Thank you Su Maozhen, you are the idol of the two children, thank you for your signature!"
Reporter Sun smiled and bowed his thanks.
Afterwards, we returned the same way with our two children.
He looked at his watch and didn't bother for too long, ten minutes
If Editor-in-Chief Song knew that he took his daughter and Xiao Chujin to see the star, and even got the autograph, how would he praise him!
Maybe it's your turn to be nominated for a senior reporter next time
Song Qiaoxi held the signed football in her arms, her mouth closed with joy.
She raised her head and saw that Uncle Sun was also smiling so much that she lost her eyes. She turned her head to look, Chu Jin seemed to be in a good mood.
When Su Maozhen took a photo with them just now, he squatted down and supported himself and Chu Jin's shoulders!
Being able to get in touch with her father's idol up close, Xixi feels beautiful in her heart.
I will see my father soon and give my autograph to my father. I don't know how happy my "smelly" father will be.
Just thinking happily, I saw Uncle Sun who was walking in front stopped.
"Uncle Sun, what's wrong?"
Xixi asked suspiciously, raised her eyes to look at Chu Jin who was standing aside, the boy frowned and looked in the direction they came from, as if he was looking for something.
"Listen, is the radio calling you two?"
Uncle Sun pointed his finger at the sky, and the expression on his face was a little confused.
"It seems..." Song Qiaoxi listened carefully and nodded, "Is it really looking for us?!"
Before they could react, they watched a group of security guards in black uniforms running towards them with rubber sticks in their hands.
The leader should be the captain of the security guard. He pointed at Reporter Sun with the rubber stick in his hand and shouted loudly, "You, that fat man, don't move! Let go of the two children!"
It was too late, Song Qiaoxi was pulled behind her by Chu Jin, and she tightly protected her with both hands.
And Uncle Sun, who was holding a camera in his hand, with a face full of "Where am I, who am I, and what am I going to do", was instantly thrown to the ground by the security guard who rushed over, screaming in pain, "Big brother, big brother! It hurts! I'm dead, hey, big brother, take it easy, take it easy! Big brother, I still have a camera in my arms, it's public property, I can't afford it! I have a press card, brother! You misunderstood, I, I I know these two children, they are the children I lead... "
Chu Jin stared vigilantly at the security captain walking towards them, and took a few steps back to protect Xixi.
"Okay, kids, it's alright, don't be afraid, uncle is not a bad person, it was your father who asked me to come to you." The security captain stopped and took out another walkie-talkie on his waist, "I'm Zhang Chao, two The child has been found, the suspect has been under our control, we are near the press area on the south side of the stadium, OVER."
Song Qiaoxi stuck her head out from behind Chu Jin and saw that Uncle Sun was pinned to the ground, holding the precious signed football in his arms.
Throwing the ball on the ground, she shouted anxiously: "Uncle, you really misunderstood! Uncle Sun is not a bad guy. He is my father's colleague. He took us to take a photo with Su Maozhen for autographs."
After speaking, he ran in the direction of Uncle Sun, trying his best to "rescue" Uncle Sun, "You let Uncle Sun get up, he's not a bad person, you hurt him..."
"Xixi! Do it all!"
Papa Song ran out of breath, grabbed her hands and feet and used Song Qiaoxi, who was about to bite with her teeth, and dragged her away from the security at the venue.
She was carried by her father and ran to Chu Jin's side. After she put it down, her father checked himself and Chu Jin up and down in a panic.
She anxiously wanted to complain to her father. At first glance, she saw a tall uncle with an anxious face behind her, who was the one who was chatting with her just now.
Looking at it this way, does this uncle look familiar
Seems like I've seen it somewhere...
After Song Jianguo checked the two children, they were fully clothed and had no wounds.
When he turned around again, he carefully stared at the fat man who was pressed to the ground with a wry smile, and his face was suddenly full of question marks.
Reporter Sun ate a mouthful of turf and grimaced, "Alas... Editor-in-chief Song, this is really a misunderstanding..."
"Xiao Sun?" Song Jianguo hesitated to call him.
Song Jianguo people are about to collapse, who can tell him what is going on? !
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"Editor Song, my brother Song, should we really go to the Sophia Hotel for dinner? It's a high-end place! Sister-in-law agrees?"
Uncle Sun sat in the passenger car, unfastened his seat belt and winked at Song Qiaoxi who was behind.
"When did Brother Song lie to you? I reported it to your sister-in-law, and I feel wronged. Today, it happens that Zhao Dong lives nearby. Let's have a buffet together. The main responsibility today is me, and I will let you all mess around. ."
Father Song pulled the handbrake and said to Uncle Sun.
"I really can't blame you for this, but also me. I saw Xixi called you, and you turned around and waved your hand, thinking that you agreed to take them there." Uncle Sun tugged at the back of the chair, Turning his head to Song Qiaoxi, he said, "Xixi, because of your desperate efforts to save your uncle today, the football uncle who signed it was given to you. Are you scared today?"
"Really! Thank you Uncle Sun, I wasn't scared."
Song Qiaoxi was unfastening her seat belt, and when she heard that she was going to give her the football, she raised her head and shook her head, the little girl was overjoyed.
In the early days of Santana, the seat belt buckles were very tight, and Song Qiaoxi's small hands had no strength at all.
"Don't move." Chu Jin came over, reached out and unfastened Xixi's seat belt, and carefully pulled the seat belt around her, "Okay."
"Tsk, these two children are so good, Brother Song, I think you can digest it directly."
Reporter Sun turned around and said sillyly to Dad Song.
"Don't talk nonsense, the child is still young, and you don't need to eat this meal."
Song Jianguo, who has always been good-natured, frowned and gave Xiao Sun a critical blow.
A black Audi A8L stopped beside Song's father's Santana, the door opened, and Song Qiaoxi saw the familiar uncle walking out of the back seat.
Sophia Hotel was the most luxurious hotel in Qizhou in the 1990s. The hotel has western restaurants, Chinese restaurants and the most popular buffet.
Song Jianguo felt that the two children were frightened by this oolong today, and Xiao Sun was wronged. Zhao Chenguang followed his busy schedule and should invite others to a meal to thank him.
I called Qiao Qin just now, and sure enough, he was scolded in the face, but Qiao Qin also suggested that he invite others to have a good meal, and Song Jianguo decided to come to the Sophia Hotel to eat.
Originally, I was thinking of eating Chinese food at the Sophia Hotel and asking for a private room, considering that Zhao Chenguang said that he wanted to talk about the last new media project.
Then I thought about it again, and today I have two children.
Song Jianguo remembered Xixi mentioning that Wang Junyang had eaten the buffet at Sophia Hotel, and it was very delicious, but he never found a suitable opportunity to bring her here.
It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun, just today, making the children happy is the most important thing, and finally decided to eat a buffet.
Walking into the hotel, a doorman in a red uniform helped to open the door.
Song Qiaoxi looked at the magnificent hotel lobby, her chin was about to drop.
This is too luxurious!
"Chu Jin, have you been here before?"
Song Qiaoxi looked up at a large string of crystal lamps that were blinding, and felt that she was about to faint.
Chu Jin grabbed her arm, afraid that Xixi might fall accidentally, and said softly, "When I was a child, I came here with my parents."
When Father Chu was still alive, wherever there was delicious food and fun, he took him and his mother there for the first time. Chu was impressed by the Sophia Hotel.
"It's so beautiful. It's like a palace. I want to grow up and earn a lot of small money. I want to buy such a big house for my parents. Do you think it's okay?"
Song Qiaoxi said seriously.
"Pfft..." Uncle Sun couldn't help laughing when he heard this, rubbing Xixi's little head and deliberately teasing her, "Xixi, do you know how much it costs to buy a building? Then It’s not about small money, it’s about making big money before you can afford it.”
She widened her eyes, tilted her head and asked Uncle Sun, "Can't I make so much money? What if I become a photographer as good as Uncle in the future?"
"Uncle Sun, I am not a photographer, but a photojournalist, and Xixi, haven't you heard a word?"
Uncle Sun was about to laugh, the daughter-in-law of Editor-in-Chief Song was so cute.
Seeing the little girl shaking her head blankly, Reporter Sun pinched her cheek and said earnestly: "Photography is poor for three generations, and a single-lens reflex camera will ruin your life. Xixi will learn photography in the future, and you should make your father work harder to make money."
"Well?"
Song Qiaoxi listened ignorantly and did not fully understand what Uncle Song meant.
Pulled by Chu Jin's arm, he followed several adults all the way to the entrance of the cafeteria.
Still thinking about the meaning of Uncle Sun's words, Song Qiaoxi always felt a little uneasy in her heart.
Is it because you want to learn photography when you grow up, will it cost your parents a lot of money
Is it true that if you learn photography by yourself, you will always be very poor, let alone buy a big house for your parents, maybe you can’t even support yourself
Suddenly, I noticed that Chu Jin gently tugged at his cuff.
Song Qiaoxi raised her eyes and found that the boy bowed his head slightly, looked her in the eye, and said in a very firm tone, "Don't listen to Uncle Sun, if you want to learn, I will make money to buy you a camera, and a camera doesn't cost much. Besides, I I will work with you to buy Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao a big house that you like the most."
Chu Jin's words seemed to have magic power.
All of a sudden, the anxiety in the little girl's heart was eased, and she had the confidence not to give up her dreams easily.
"Let's go, children, take you to the bathroom to wash your hands first," Dad Song waved to the two of them, and when the two of them walked up to him, Song Jianguo took Xixi and Chu Jin's shoulders and continued, "Come back and take the small plate, You can eat whatever you like, but remember, you must take less and don’t waste it.”
Song Qiaoxi was dazzled, just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden.
After washing his hands, looking at the dazzling array of food on the white porcelain plate, he didn't know what to take.
Red shrimp as big as the palm of your hand, crab legs as long as your own arm, all kinds of sushi, sashimi, thick steak, sizzling lamb chops, all kinds of stir-fried vegetables, Cantonese dim sum...
The table is full of delicate little cakes, and the fruits are beautifully cut and neatly arranged.
But she still remembered what her father said and couldn't waste it.
Of everything Song Qiaoxi wanted to eat, he only took a little bit, so there was only a small amount in the big china plate.
Looking at Chu Jin again, the food he took was very simple, shrimp and vegetables, and a little fried rice.
She sighed and shook her head.
Ugh... ...
With so many delicious food, Chu Jin doesn't want to eat back his money today. It's really a shame to take him to eat buffet...
She and Chu Jin returned to her father, and Uncle Sun just came back with a plate full of salmon fillets and four or five pieces of steak, which made her stunned.
"Uncle Sun, can you eat?"
Song Qiaoxi held a fork in her hand and took a deep breath.
Uncle Sun patted his stomach and said with a smile: "I can eat it, your uncle, I will eat this meal, I can last for three days later!"
She shrank her neck, smiled at Chu Jin, stuck her tongue out at Uncle Sun, "That uncle can't be wasted, everything you bring back must be eaten clean."
For the rest of the time, Song Qiaoxi sat obediently on the seat and ate everything on her plate.
It is estimated that watching the game in the afternoon consumed too much energy. After one plate was finished, she went to get another plate. After the second plate, she returned with another plate of small cakes and egg tarts.
Before it could start, a waiter came over and asked politely, "Children, we also have Haagen-Dazs ice cream. What flavor do you want?"
Song Qiaoxi held her father's hand, looked at him pitifully, and begged in a low voice, "Dad, I want to eat ice cream, please, let me eat ice cream, I'll eat a little bit, okay? I haven't eaten Hagen yet. Where's Darth..."
Song Jianguo was a little embarrassed, not because she didn't give her daughter ice cream, but because Xixi's stomach was weak. In winter, she would easily get intestinal cramps if she ate too much ice.
When the pain started, the bead of sweat dripped down on the small face, and the lips were biting and bleeding, which made the father feel distressed, and wished to feel pain for her.
So after the weather cooled down, Qiao Qin was determined not to allow her daughter to eat ice.
But, it's rare to come here once, so that Xixi can't eat a single bite, and Song Jianguo can't bear it...
"What flavor do you want to eat?" Song Jianguo thought about it and asked Xixi anyway.
"I want strawberries, chocolate, vanilla..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by his father.
"Stop, you can only choose one."
"strawberry!"
"Please come with a strawberry, just one ball, thank you." Song Jianguo said to the waiter.
He knew that Chu Jin didn't like sweets, so he didn't ask the boy.
When the ice cream came up, Song Jianguo stared at Xixi's greedy little eyes and made an appointment with her for three chapters, "First, you can eat the ice cream after you have finished eating the contents on the plate. Second, pour a cup of warm water and take a bite of the ice cream before eating the ice cream. Take a sip of warm water. Third, eat only half a ball."
Song Qiaoxi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, holding a small spoon and stuffing the small cakes on the plate into her mouth, her eyes fixed on the strawberry-flavored Haagen-Dazs ball.
Chu Jin got up, went to the waiter and asked for a cup of hot water, which was cooled in advance, and when he returned to his seat, he put the small red paper cup of Haagen-Dazs in front of the hot water cup.
"Ow, that will melt away!" Xixi protested.
Chu Jin leaned forward a little and looked at Uncle Song.
Song Jianguo smiled, rubbed the top of his daughter's head, and whispered, "Don't eat it if you're afraid it will melt?"
"..."
The shriveled little girl could only pout her mouth and watch the ice cream melt little by little.
After finally finishing the dessert on the plate, when she got the small paper box from Haagen-Dazs, most of the pink strawberry ice cream balls had melted away.
During this meal, there were three adults and two children at the table, and only Song Qiaoxi and reporter Xiao Sun were the only ones who were earnestly eating.
Chu finished eating as early as possible, and spent the rest of the time helping her peel shrimp, remove crab shells, and pour drinks...
Dad and the uncle surnamed Zhao didn't eat much and kept chatting.
She vaguely heard the specific content of the chat, but it involved a lot of proper nouns, and the little girl couldn't understand it.
It was as if Uncle Zhao was begging his father, and he kept asking his father a lot of questions.
Uncle Sun, who was sitting diagonally opposite, got up again and was going to get a small cake to eat.
Song Qiaoxi picked up the small spoon and scooped up a miserable half-melted ice cream, ready to enjoy the first bite of Haagen-Dazs in her life.
The little ear suddenly caught a sound keenly, and the spoon in his hand stopped by his mouth, making Song Qiaoxi's heart beat.
Uncle Zhao said to his father, "Xiao Sun is not here, you don't have to be so careful. Editor-in-chief Song, I can offer you an annual salary of 800,000 yuan, plus a 100-square-meter apartment building on the third ring road in Beijing, where your children go to school and your wife. I can also do the job transfer here, I hope you can think about it... "