With one hand tightly grasping the woolen hat, the wide blue cotton padded jacket was tucked under his arm, Song Qiaoxi grabbed Ding Miao's arm with the other hand.
Song Qiaoxi coughed a few times, shook her head, and the ponytail on the back of her head swayed, "Cough, Miao, Miaomiao, am I right?"
Obviously, Sister Miao accepted the truth faster than she did, and calmly patted Song Qiaoxi's hand and said, "Oh, it's Chu Jin."
Song Qiaoxi's palms were sweating, and she looked back at the rostrum in a panic, for fear that Aunt Gao and Secretary Ding would find out that Chu Jin was really here.
Fortunately, Aunt Gao and Secretary Ding both stood beside President Jiang and Vice-President Uncle Jiang with their pussy waists, smiling so much that their faces were wrinkled.
It would be great if I didn't find it, and I don't know, did Chu Jin hear what he said on stage just now
Closing his eyes tightly, Song Qiaoxi begged God to bless him in his heart, he better not hear anything...
"Let's go, just stay here for a while and everyone else will see Chu Jin."
Ding Miao squeezed her wrist and said.
Song Qiaoxi hurriedly grabbed Ding Miao's hand, "Ah, hurry up."
The two little girlfriends walked to the entrance of the auditorium hand in hand under the gaze of Chu Jin.
Song Qiaoxi met Shang Chu Jin's bottomless eyes, swallowed uncomfortably, and stopped in front of him calmly.
"you... ... "
As soon as he opened his mouth and wanted to ask him, "Why are you here?", there was a rush of footsteps behind Chu Jin.
"Damn it! Ding Yi, you are running too slow..."
Wang Junyang stopped abruptly and followed behind to see Ding Yi, whose face was about to turn his back.
"Ah, everyone is here..."
Wang Junyang scratched his head, winked at Song Qiaoxi, and made a gesture of surrender.
"Aunt Gao, they seem to be coming!"
Ding Yi said something appropriate and pointed his finger behind Song Qiaoxi.
Song Qiaoxi hurriedly pushed Chu Jin out of the auditorium, muttering in a low voice, "Let's go, go, go home..."
The "Little Gang of Five" walked out of the auditorium door.
It was already dark, the street lights in the open space at the entrance of the auditorium were dim, and laughter and applause broke out from time to time in the auditorium.
Song Qiaoxi stood two or three meters away from Chu Jin and looked back at the two "pig teammates", Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, two boys kicking stones on the side of the road with a cowardly look, as if they were a background. plate.
Ding Miao also stood beside Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, and was a little far away from her. Miaomiao pushed on her glasses, shrugged helplessly at her, and whispered, "I can't hide it, let's tell the truth."
She was wearing Chu Jin's blue padded jacket and clutching Chu Jin's woolen cap in her left hand. Song Qiaoxi touched the red envelope in the pocket of her padded jacket with her right hand. The hard-shell certificate was in a panic when she went out just now, and probably fell into the auditorium.
He took out the red envelope with one hand and raised it above his head, Song Qiaoxi rushed to Chu Jin with a smile on his face, "I, I'm here to collect the red envelope for you today, this is for you!"
You must know that the red envelopes that Chu Jin received during the Chinese New Year were all put into her pockets.
This time I took the initiative to give it to him, should I be happier
Song Qiaoxi avoided Chu Jin's gaze and drooped slightly.
"You have been planning together for so long, and there are too many loopholes?" Chu Jin spoke with a smile, his tone was gentle and calm, and he continued slowly, "I thought you could come up with a meticulous plan, Wang Junyang and Ding recruited on the spot..."
"what... "
Song Qiaoxi glanced at Wang Junyang and Ding Yi sadly, and put down the hand holding the red envelope.
Sure enough, boys are so unreliable...
When she turned her head and raised her head slightly, she could see Chu Jin's face clearly under the dim yellow light, and held her breath slightly.
It seems that he is not the same as before
Chu Jin will be eleven years old in March this year, and he has grown a bit taller.
The end of his eyes raised slightly, peach blossom eyes fixed on her, with a bright smile on his face, looking gentle but powerful.
In short, there was not a trace of anger or any unhappiness on Chu Jin's face that Song Qiaoxi imagined.
On the contrary, the whole person looks very relaxed, but Chu Jin's seemingly relaxed standing posture is much taller than Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, who are standing crooked next to him.
The hat on Song Qiaoxi's left hand was taken away by Chu Jin. He put it on her head and said with a smile, "You look good in it? It's just that the coat is a bit big. If you like wearing my clothes so much, I'll give it to you."
Song Qiaoxi tugged at the wool cap on her head and asked him in a low voice, "Aren't you angry?"
"Why are you angry? Didn't you say that I'm usually busy, so are you my spokesperson?" Chu Jin gently touched the top of her head through his hat, "A spokesperson, you have to look like a spokesperson, be more assertive, If you are like this, do others think you are wrong?"
After a pause, Chu Jin continued, "Let's go, it's getting dark, and Aunt Qiao can't see us when she gets home from get off work, so I have to worry."
"Oh, you're really not angry?" Song Qiaoxi followed behind his ass, beckoning to his partner who was standing a few meters away, and motioned for the big guy to follow, "You want to take that red envelope!"
"Didn't you say that my red envelopes have invited you to eat KFC? It's not bad, let's eat KFC tomorrow... "
Chu Jin's voice reached Song Qiaoxi's ears lightly from the front.
Song Qiaoxi felt that her mentality was a little burst, and a warm feeling in her chest rushed to her face, until her ears were hot.
Whoa!
Turns out he heard everything!
She looked back and saw that Ding Miao and the others were following, and stopped to take Ding Miao's arm.
But I heard Chu Jin walking in front, and said in a very low voice: "Thank you my little spokesperson."
Song Qiaoxi took Ding Miao's hand a few seconds later.
But I don't know why, I looked up at Chu Jin's back, only felt my heart...
Putong, Putong jumps a little faster.
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On the morning of the first day of winter vacation, while having breakfast, Song Qiaoxi heard her mother talking on the phone with her father who was on a business trip in Beijing.
"Well, you don't have to worry about it at home..."
Mom was carrying her on her back, phone tucked between her ear and shoulder, a pen in hand, jotting something down on a piece of paper.
"I can help as much as I can. Well, there is still money in the passbook. I will go to the bank in the afternoon and call Lao Xia..."
Mother's voice was not loud, but Song Qiaoxi could hear it clearly at the dining table. She raised her head and looked at Chu Jin. He quietly drank the porridge with a spoon without making a sound.
My mother said, "Okay, I know. It's an emergency. It's not a problem for anyone. Then, do you still talk to your daughter?"
"Xixi, Dad's phone." Song Qiaoxi heard her mother call her.
Putting down the spoon and running to the living room, she picked up the receiver from her mother's hand. Song Qiaoxi excitedly asked a series of questions: "Dad! Did you see Sister Qiu Meng in Beijing? Is your sister better? When will you be back?"
"I see, Qiu Meng is all right, she is very happy to see your letter. Dad will go back the day after tomorrow, you should listen to your mother's words at home, and help me take care of my mother with Chu Jin, you know?"
Song Qiaoxi was relieved by her father's voice in the receiver.
"Then do you know when Sister Qiu Meng will come back? Is she going to have surgery?" Song Qiaoxi asked.
"This... Listen to your Uncle Xia. The doctor said that he should be hospitalized for observation. Whether or not to operate depends on the specific situation. Don't worry, everything is fine here in Qiu Meng."
Hearing what her father said, she was relieved.
"Okay, my obedient dad."
"By the way, girl, start writing your homework earlier this year for winter vacation. Don't be like last year, staying up late to catch up on homework after school starts soon."
Song Qiaoxi replied with a little guilty conscience: "Oh, I know..."
After breakfast, Chu Jin went back to the boiler room to do the math Olympiad.
When he changed his shoes, he said to Song Qiaoxi, "We'll go to KFC at noon. I promised you yesterday that Wang Junyang and the others will also go. I've agreed with Aunt Qiao."
"Great!" Xixi cheered.
In the morning, she listened to her father's words, sat obediently at the desk and did her winter vacation homework, looking up at the boiler room downstairs from time to time.
Chu Jin's curtains were drawn, reflecting light during the day, making it difficult to see the people in the room.
After writing homework for more than two hours, Song Qiaoxi stretched, stood up to pour herself a glass of water, and glanced out the window casually...
She saw an uncle leading a short child out of the boiler room.
The uncle looked familiar, as if he was Uncle Yu who worked in the distribution department of the newspaper. The little boy was his son, Yu Tian, who was seven or eight years old this year, and looked very naughty.
A question mark slowly appeared in his heart, Song Qiaoxi thought, what are they doing with Chu Jin
At noon, Chu Jin fulfilled his promise, took the "Little Gang of Five" to the vicinity of Ginza Mall by bus, and used the "scholarship" red envelope to invite the big guy to have a nice meal of KFC.
After lunch, Wang Junyang obviously didn't want to go home so early.
He sat on the red plastic bench of KFC, took a sip of an ice Coke with a straw in his mouth, "Let's go to the sixth floor of Ginza shopping mall, let's go to the sixth floor of Ginza shopping mall, and play Datoya and dance machines? It's okay to play basketball! I heard from my cousin that this is near here. There's also an ice rink, do you want to go roller skating?"
Ding was not interested in any games that needed to be played, and wiped the salad dressing on his mouth with a tissue, "This is near Quancheng Road, let's go to the Xinhua Bookstore on Quancheng Road to see what comics are on? Chu Jin Can you go and see if there are any new original books?"
"I want to go to Heihu Spring to take pictures. I have a camera! Shall we go for a walk in Heihu Spring?"
Song Qiaoxi licked her fingers and put down the fried chicken wings that were left with nothing but bones.
In fact, she didn't care where she went, but just remembered that her mother said that strenuous exercise after meals was not good, so she did not agree with Wang Junyang's proposal.
Just before going out, she stuffed the camera into Chu Jin's schoolbag. For the sake of the good weather today, it's better for everyone to go out for a walk, breathe fresh air, and take pictures by the way.
Turning his head, Song Qiaoxi asked for the opinions of Chu Jin and Ding Miao who were sitting on the side, "Chu Jin, Miaomiao, where do you want to go?"
Ding Miao shrugged coolly, "I'll go to Xinhua Bookstore and look at the tutorial book."
"I'm going back to the courtyard, you guys can play, I'm going to make up lessons for Yu Tian in the afternoon."
Chu Jin shook his head, wiped his fingers carefully with a tissue and said.
Song Qiaoxi asked in surprise: "Yu Tian? Is that Xiaodou Ding Yutian from Uncle Yu's house? Isn't he only in the second grade, so he needs to make up lessons at such a young age?"
It turned out that what she saw in the morning was really Uncle Yu who was working in the distribution department of the newspaper. Uncle Yu's son Yu Tian was generally two or three years younger than the members of their "Little Five Gang".
For Song Qiaoxi, she is now a big kid who is going to senior grade. If you look at the group of seven or eight-year-old children in the courtyard, who are still dragging their noses and have just started elementary school for two years, they will only feel that They are so small.
"Uncle Yu came to me this morning. I hope I can help Yu Tian to make up for math and English. You can go and play. I'll go back first."
Chu Jin nodded and began to clear the plate.
"Then I'll go back with you."
Song Qiaoxi was stunned for a moment, and followed to clear the dinner plate in front of her.
She wondered why Chu Jin suddenly started to make up lessons for the children
In front of Wang Junyang and the others, it is not easy to ask directly.
Chu Jin always has his own considerations when doing things, and is often reluctant to say the reason.
The "Little Gang of Five" were all there, and Song Qiaoxi was a little embarrassed to rub people in front of everyone.
Wang Junyang also started to pack up in a panic, looking up at Song Qiaoxi and saying, "Xixi, I'll accompany you to take pictures in Heihu Spring. Ding Yi and Ding Miao will go to Xinhua Bookstore."
"I, I don't want to take pictures today..."
Song Qiaoxi lowered her head to clean up the plate, and before she stood up, the plate in front of her was taken away by a slender, pale hand.
As soon as she looked up, Chu Jin had already stood up and threw the trash on her plate into the trash can next to her.
"Xixi, didn't you bring a camera? They don't accompany you to Heihu Spring, I'll accompany you."
Wang Junyang also stood up and raised the tray.
Chu Jin picked up the black backpack from his seat, straddled it with one shoulder, turned his head and raised his eyelids, and asked Song Qiaoxi lightly, "Would you like to go to Heihu Spring to take pictures, or go back with me?"
"I'll go back with you." Song Qiaoxi stood up from her chair without thinking, "Go home early, and be careful on the road."
After he finished speaking, he ran after Chu Jin's back.
"Xixi..."
I vaguely heard Wang Junyang calling her, but she didn't stop, just as she was about to turn back, Chu Jin grabbed her arm.
Chu Jin held the KFC door open for her, grabbed his arms and pushed out the door like a chicken, "Be careful, you almost hit the door."
"Oh."
Song Qiaoxi replied in a daze, and she forgot about someone calling her just now, and didn't notice that the corners of Chu Jin's lips drew an imperceptible arc.
Two children, one tall and one short, left KFC just in time to catch a packed bus.
Chu Jin asked her to get in the car first, and he followed behind.
"Di, student card."
After swiping the bus card, Song Qiaoxi walked in along the flow of people, found a small space and just stood firm.
The body swayed violently, and suddenly there was a brake. She just stood on tiptoe to reach for the handrail, but she lost her footing and couldn't control her body to lunge forward.
In the next second, someone grabbed his arm and supported him, with Chu Jin's voice above his head, "Why are you running so fast, why didn't you wait for me."
"Hey, master, please slow down..."
"How did you drive, this sudden braking."
"There are still children here, it scares the children!"
…
The surrounding chaos, the cries of children, and the complaints of adults sounded one after another.
"Didn't you let me get in the car first?"
Song Qiaoxi held her mouth shut, looked around and above her head, and sighed, she couldn't reach the handle...
"You grab my arm."
Chu Jin said, turned his body sideways, he was more than a head taller than her, and he could easily grab the hanging ring armrest above his head.
Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand and grabbed Chu Jin's left arm, habitually holding it in her arms as she did when she was a child.
"This winter vacation, I will make up for Yu Tian's math and English, and take two days off a week..." Chu Jin said, as if he knew the doubts in her heart, he paused, and then added softly, "Take a rest. I can accompany you to the Black Tiger Spring to take pictures during the next two days, if you want to go to the Botanical Garden, you can also go to Qianfo Mountain.”
"Why do you want to make up for Yu Tian?" Song Qiaoxi asked a question she had been holding back for a long time.
She knew that many uncles and aunts in the courtyard wanted Chu Jin to make up lessons for their children, promising to give him a lot of make-up fees, but Chu Jin always refused on the grounds that he was too busy with his studies and had no time.
Helping others to make up lessons, especially children who can't concentrate, will definitely be very hard and tiring. Chu Jin himself has to prepare for the Provincial Mathematical Olympiad next semester, and his own study pressure is very great.
Why did you suddenly agree to Uncle Yu
Uncle Yu was transferred to the distribution department of the newspaper two years ago. It is said that the newspaper is now the best paid and the most profitable is the distribution department.
Will Uncle Yu give Chu a lot of money
Song Qiaoxi couldn't hold back, but asked, "Uncle Yu pays you up for your tuition? Is it a lot?"
"Five hundred yuan for a vacation." Chu Jin said.
"That much money?"
Song Qiaoxi stared at him with wide eyes.
In the millennium, five hundred yuan is a lot of money for elementary school students.
But what Song Qiaoxi couldn't understand was that as long as anything she wanted, as long as it was reasonable and reasonable, her parents would be satisfied.
It stands to reason that Chu Jin should not be short of money.
"But, are you short of money?"
Song Qiaoxi asked honestly.
Chu Jin looked at her bright eyes and replied in a low voice, "I don't have anything to spend..."
"Then why do you make up lessons for Yu Tian?" The little girl came up vigorously, she wanted to break the casserole and asked to the end, shaking her arms.
Chu Jin pursed his lips.
The reason, he didn't want Song Qiaoxi to know.
The experience of being fostered by relatives when he was a child made Chu Jin very sensitive, and he would pay careful attention to the words of Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao on a daily basis, and speculate on the family's economic situation.
This morning, he heard Aunt Qiao and Uncle Song calling, which meant that they wanted to lend money to Uncle Xia.
Chu Jin has always believed that the Song family is under more pressure than ordinary families because they have one more child. If he has the ability to make money, he can help them reduce their burden...
So why not do it
He hoped that Song Qiaoxi could always live a carefree life without any troubles, and grow up so happily, even if she didn't grow up in her whole life.
Because he and Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao will protect her.
Therefore, he will not let Xixi know about this matter.
"What do you mean, why exactly?" Song Qiaoxi pinched Chu Jin's arm and asked again, looking up at him eagerly, "Say, tell me, oops, I'm so anxious... . . . . "
Song Qiaoxi turned on the "Small Grinder" mode, keeping her voice very low, humming and humming with a nasal voice, asking over and over again.
She really lost her temper, and Chu Jin sighed.
Even if he didn't want her to know, he had promised her that he would never lie to Song Qiaoxi.
After deliberating for a long time, Chu Jin blinked, and finally turned his eyes away, deliberately avoiding her persistent gaze, and whispered: "Because I want to save money to support you."
This... ...
It's not a lie, is it