From the cat's eyes, Song Qiaoxi saw a young man in uniform standing outside the door. This young man was the assistant who followed Old Man Chu in the afternoon. Old Man Chu called him Mingzhe.
If he was the only one standing outside the door, Song Qiaoxi would open the door.
The reason why she didn't dare to open the door was that the ground in front of the house was full of things, which at a rough glance should be all kinds of gifts.
Where has she seen this kind of battle
The current development of the situation has exceeded Song Qiaoxi's control as a twelve-year-old child. In this case, please ask parents to come forward...
Dad Song put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, walked quickly to Song Qiaoxi's side, took her shoulders and looked at Maoyan, and asked suspiciously, "Daughter, do you know this person?"
"I saw it in the afternoon. It was his dog that was lost. No, it was his master's dog. Chu Jin and I sent it to Building No. 8. His master's name is Chu Youhe."
Song Qiaoxi honestly said that she had already told her parents about this at the dinner table.
"His grandpa's dog?"
Father Song didn't listen carefully when he was eating just now. His daughter was so good at babbling, and the little mouth kept going all the time. At this moment, the second monk was a little confused.
Song Jianguo opened the door and politely asked the visitor, "Hello, are you the grandson of Mr. Chu You He?"
Mingzhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he tried his best to keep his demeanor, and smiled awkwardly and said, "Hello, Mr. Song, I'm Mr. Chu Youhe's assistant."
Father Song stretched his head back into the room and glanced at his daughter, Song Qiaoxi shrugged and whispered, "Dad, I said it was his master, but you misunderstood, it is the master of Master Bai, not the grandfather of mother's father. .. ”
"How about Master Bayi, my silly girl, after so many years of liberation, we are now in a new society, and there are no masters from the old society anymore."
Song Jianguo laughed angrily, muttered to her in a low voice, tapped Song Qiaoxi's head again, and turned around apologetically.
Seeing this, Qiao Qin also put down his chopsticks and went to the door to see what was going on.
Assistant Mingzhe smiled good-naturedly and said politely, "That's right, Mr. Song, I take the liberty to interrupt. Mr. Chu lives on the 16th floor of Building No. 8 opposite you, and is a neighbor with you. Your two children found you this afternoon. Mr. Chu's pet dog was brought back, and Mr. Chu prepared a thank-you gift for the children in the afternoon, which was confiscated by the children. I made a special trip to visit this time to express my gratitude."
"Please pass this letter to the girls in your family. These gifts are a little thought from Mr. Chu. They are not expensive gifts. They are extracurricular classics suitable for teenage children, some snacks and fruits. Thank you for your children. act of kindness.”
"Finally, I want to ask your permission, because your girl likes Mr. Chu's pet dog. The letter contains Mr. Chu's dog walking schedule. If the child is free, you can walk the dog with Mr. Chu in the garden."
Mingzhe clearly explained the process of what happened in the afternoon, handed the letter in his hand to Song Jianguo, bowed his head slightly, and turned to leave.
There was no time for Dad Song to react. When he looked at the beautifully packaged gifts, books, fruits, and snacks, and wanted to stop Mr. Chu's assistant, he had already taken the elevator down.
The family moved the gifts into the house first, and the porch was full of piles.
"Dad, that grandfather wanted to give me a pair of pearl earrings and a ruby-encrusted pen for Chu Jin, but we didn't dare to ask for it." Song Qiaoxi sighed while looking at the gifts on the ground, "Oh, what should I do now? ah... ... "
Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin checked it out. The most occupied space were several large boxes of hardcover books, and the rest were high-end imported fruits, such as Japanese muscadine grapes, Yubari honeydew melons, Chilean cherries, New Zealand golden kiwis, Australia imports sweet oranges, Philippine golden pineapples...
There are also some snacks that cannot be placed and must be eaten in two days.
After the couple discussed it, it was really inconvenient to return the fruit and snacks, and it seemed inhumane to bring back the books for the two children.
Finally, after asking the children's suggestions, I decided to go to the supermarket to buy two pieces of good beef tendon, and make a pot of Song Mama's best braised beef, and Qizhou specialty crispy pot.
Both dishes are kung fu dishes, with complicated procedures and very popular taste. They were given to Mr. Chu as a gift in return.
After leaving Qizhou for more than a month, Song Qiaoxi was also greedy when she thought of the crispy pot. The next day, she took Chu Jin together in the kitchen to help her mother prepare the ingredients for the crispy pot.
In the end, I chose the crispy pot because the crispy pot with a thin fire is mellow and mellow, sweet and sour, and it is very suitable for the elderly with bad teeth.
However, this dish is really labor-intensive, and it takes more than half a day to prepare the ingredients.
Song Qiaoxi told her mother that the grandfather who lived in the opposite building No. 8 had inconvenience in his legs and feet. He was using a walking stick and got off the elevator in a wheelchair.
She remembered what her mother said when she was a child, and while helping her mother wash the peanuts, she asked, "Mom, didn't you say what to eat to make up for what? Should we put some pig's trotters?"
"My mother bought the prime rib. You kids like to eat pig's trotters. It's a bit greasy for the elderly. In fact, putting pig's trotters is what the old Qizhou did."
Mom was rolling up the kelp rolls that had been soaked in advance, raised her head and said to Song Qiaoxi.
After the rolls are finished, Song's mother will drive the two children out, "Okay, let's do it all, just wash the lotus root and put it on the plate, you and Xixi can go out together, auntie wants fried fish and fried tofu, when the time comes, It's soot, you two are in the way here."
"Aunt Qiao, did I cut the lotus root directly?"
Chu Jin put the washed and fresh lotus root in a white porcelain plate, wiped his hands with kitchen paper, and asked Aunt Qiao.
"I'll cut it in a while, and you'll be responsible for taking Xixi out. Alas! The peanuts are full of raw water and cannot be eaten!" Qiao Qin watched her daughter sneaking and wanted to steal a peanut soaked in water. Mi, hurriedly stopped, "Hurry up and do it all, take this little greedy cat away, it's not enough to waste time in the kitchen."
In the next second, Song Qiaoxi was like a stinking kitten, and was carried out of the kitchen by Chu Jinti with the collar of her coat.
"Can't you eat peanuts too?"
She looked up at Chu Jin aggrievedly.
He let go of the hand that was holding Song Qiaoxi's collar, Chu Jin raised his eyelids, picked up a bag of butter walnut kernels from the dining table and handed it to her, "I didn't hear Aunt Qiao say, it's raw water, you can eat it after it's cooked. , you eat this first."
"Well, but it's been a long time since I've eaten crispy pot. When I think of crispy pot, I think of Qizhou and the courtyard. I've been away from Qizhou for so long, and I really miss home..."
Taking the butter walnut kernel that Chu Jin handed over, Song Qiaoxi opened it and picked one up and put it in his mouth.
The unique nutty aroma of walnuts melted in her mouth, and the sweet and creamy taste was a little salty.
He picked up a few walnuts and handed them to Chu Jin. He didn't like snacks such as potato chips, candy, and chocolate, and he always ate a little bit of nuts.
The unique vinegar scent of the crisp pot wafted from the kitchen, and the sound of the pressure cooker "呲呲", the familiar smell made Song Qiaoxi feel as if he had returned to the old house in the Qizhou compound in an instant.
Chu Jin stretched out his palm, took the walnut kernel that she handed over, and asked in a low voice, "Are you homesick?"
Song Qiaoxi sat on the sofa, looked up at Chu Jinshen's dark eyes, and said "um", then said, "I miss my little bed in Qizhou, I miss Miaomiao, I miss Ding Yi, Wang Junyang, they have already returned. There is a big courtyard, and Grandpa Sun. We have been away for so long, and no one asks him to listen to the story. What should I do? Will he be lonely? No one is fighting with them anymore. And brother Lidong, sister Qiu Meng has been gone for so long, every time I see him, she doesn't look very happy... "
"I'll be back soon, there's still a week." The little walnut kernel in Chu Jin's palm was slightly damp, and the little girl sitting on the sofa, her big eyes were also flushed with a little water vapor, laughed and teased her, " I thought you were happy and didn't want to go back."
"What? Qizhou is home. Beijing is where my father works. Although it is also home, these two homes are different."
Song Qiaoxi shook her head like a rattle, and she didn't care about eating walnuts.
Chu Jin continued to tease her, "Then tell me, what's the difference? You don't like Beijing?"
"It's not that I don't like Beijing, Beijing is very good, the streets are wider than Qizhou, the buildings are taller than Qizhou, there are a lot of delicious food, and the houses are bigger than Qizhou... But, look, let's come to Beijing It's been more than a month, and I don't even know who the neighbor who lives next door is, the grandfather on the opposite side lost the dog, and the property doesn't even know who this dog belongs to."
As if opening a chat box, Song Qiaoxi began to analyze seriously.
"This is absolutely impossible in our compound. Last time you didn't make up lessons for Yu Tian. His little white rabbit was lost and was retrieved by the gatekeeper, Uncle Zhang. Everyone in the compound knew each other. , we can go to Ding Yi and Ding Miao's house to ask for candy, or we can go to Wang Junyang's house to play games for an afternoon. Uncle Xia and the others have cooked dinner for us for more than two months..."
The more he recalled, the more Song Qiaoxi missed Qizhou and everyone in the courtyard.
Anywhere in Beijing is good, bright and spacious new houses, luxurious new communities, garden-like communities, and a bustling shopping center opposite.
But she always felt that Beijing seemed to be missing something.
Perhaps, Qizhou is a city with more fireworks, and the capital lacks a touch of fireworks; perhaps, it is the familiar local accent that I haven’t heard for a long time, smelling the rich barbecue smell in the summer air; more perhaps, less It is the strong human touch in the courtyard.
However, when she thought that she could go back to Qizhou in a week and play happily with her friends in the courtyard, Song Qiaoxi's mood improved significantly.
Chu Jin leaned on the armrest of the sofa, clasped his hands on his chest, and suddenly asked her seriously, "Then, do you prefer Qizhou or Beijing, and where do you want to live in the future?"
"Ah? Of course I prefer Qizhou," Song Qiaoxi answered without hesitation, but she thought about the second question for a moment and said with a smile, "In the future, I will live where my parents are. If both mothers come to Beijing to work, then we will go back to Beijing after traveling the world together, and if our parents go back to Qizhou, we will go back to Qizhou, how about that?”
"Okay." Chu Jin showed a relieved smile and nodded firmly.
Thirteen-year-old Chu Jin and twelve-year-old Song Qiaoxi looked at each other and smiled.
He and the girl across from him have been living together for six years. In the heart of the little boy, a seed that was silently planted many years ago seems to be sprouting.
Her laughter was crisp and sweet, her eyes were as dazzling as the stars in the sky, and the corners of her lips were playful and cute.
In front of this little girl named Song Qiaoxi, her every move, every frown and smile seemed to affect the boy's heart.
The boy quietly made a wish, wishing Xixi a safe and happy life and a carefree smile.
The next afternoon, Mother Song took the beef that had been marinated and soaked in soup out of the refrigerator, and poured the sauce over the beef tendon. The large and complete braised beef tendon is sealed in a glass crisper.
The crispy pot was also soaked in the soup for one night. Whether it was fried tofu, spare ribs, mackerel, lotus root, and kelp, they were all thoroughly delicious. When the pot was opened, the strong fragrance of sweet vinegar was simply overwhelming. verb: move.
Putting the crispy pot in a larger glass crisper that she had bought in advance, Mama Song called Mr. Chu on the 16th floor of Building 8 opposite, according to the phone number on the letter.
Assistant Mingzhe answered the call, and after confirming that Mr. Chu was at home, he took the two children to the old gentleman to return the gift.
Chu Jin held a crispy pot and the largest fresh-keeping box in his arms, and Song Qiaoxi held a braised beef tendon in his arms. The two followed Mama Song to the eighth building opposite.
Mingzhe was already waiting for them at the door, guiding them to take the elevator to the sixteenth floor.
On the elevator, Song Qiaoxi saw for the first time that the middle of the elevator was non-stop. The buttons only had one floor, the negative floor, and the sixteenth floor.
She poked Chu Jin lightly with her elbow and whispered, "Chu Jin, look, there is no button in the middle?"
"Well." Chu Jin looked up and nodded.
"Why isn't our family like this?" Song Qiaoxi asked curiously.
"..." Chu Jin didn't know how to answer her, pursed his lips and shook his head.
Before Song Qiaoxi could ask further questions, they had already reached the sixteenth floor.
Going out of the elevator door, there is an empty entrance, directly opposite the entrance is a high and wide carved door, and beside the entrance is the floor-to-ceiling glass on the front, and the outside is a picturesque sky garden.
God, someone moved the garden to the top floor of the building? !
The carved door opened from the inside, and under the guidance of Mingzhe, Song Qiaoxi walked in behind her mother.
Along the way, she couldn't help but exclaim in her heart, this grandfather's house is too big!
This place doesn't look like a home at all, it looks more like a museum. There are many antiques and works of art that she has never seen before. The paintings on the walls are also incomprehensible to Song Qiaoxi.
Mingzhe stopped at the door of a room and opened the door for them.
This is a spacious and bright reception room. Compared with the outside style, this reception room is much warmer.
The furnishings are all warm tones, and the curtains are off-white. There is also a white grand piano in the corner of the reception room, with "STEINWAY&SONS" written on the side of the piano body.
On crutches, the well-dressed old man came out of the inner room to meet them, followed by Lucky who looked like a little snowball.
"Hello, is that Mrs. Song?" Mr. Chu walked up to Mama Song and held out his hand as a gentleman.
Mother Song shook hands with him and said with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Chu, just call me Qiao Qin, I would take the liberty to interrupt. The fruits, snacks, and books for the children you sent home the day before yesterday were all received. We all like it very much. We are from Qizhou, and we made some braised beef tendon, and we also brought you a crispy pot from Qizhou for you to try.”
"Lucky!" Song Qiaoxi squatted down and touched it. Lucky jumped up and down very excitedly, and seemed to be particularly interested in the lunch box in her hand. She kept sticking out her tongue and licking her mouth.
She raised the lunch box and said to Lucky solemnly, "No, this is not for you, but for grandpa."
Old Man Chu raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Thank you so much, Qiao Qin, I really like this bite."
At this time, an aunt in white overalls knocked on the door and came in, smiled and took the glass lunch box from Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi.
Song Qiaoxi had her hands free and pulled Chu Jin to play with Lucky.
At this moment, the mother and the old man Chu finished chatting, and when they heard their mother call them, they held Lucky in their arms and walked to their mother's side with Chu Jin.
She nodded politely to Grandpa Chu: "Hello, Grandpa."
Chu Jin nodded and said calmly, "Hello."
"Hello children, can you tell me your names today?" Old Master Chu said kindly.
Song Qiaoxi glanced at her mother, her mother touched her hair, she stuck out her tongue, "I didn't know my grandpa last time, and I didn't mean to tell my grandpa's name. My name is Song Qiaoxi, Song is Song Jiang's Song, Qiao is Qiao Mu's Qiao , Xi is Wang Xizhi's Xijia next to a Japanese word, usually my parents and friends call me Xixi, grandpa, you can just call me Xixi."
"Chu Jin, Chu of the Chu River and Han world, the end of the end." Chu Jin said in a deep voice.
"Hello, Xixi," Old Man Chu smiled and nodded to Song Qiaoxi, turning his head to Chu Jin, "Oh? Also surnamed Chu? It's a coincidence, the little friend and I are from the same family."
"Chu Jin is the child of our good friend. The couple is usually very busy. The child is raised by me. It happens to be with Xixi, just like our own son."
Qiao Qin took Chu Jin's shoulder and answered for him.
Over the years, Qiao Qin and Song Jianguo have always explained Chu Jin's identity in this way.
It is also afraid that others will ask more questions, which will make the child feel uncomfortable, and avoid explaining it with all the trouble.
Both Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi understood that they were used to their parents' rhetoric.
The old man Chu nodded thoughtfully, "That's right, these two children are really well raised, they are polite and sensible, and they are liked when they look at them. Come on, sit down."
Having said that, Mr. Chu sent someone to bring the prepared afternoon tea to the table.
Song Qiaoxi only wanted to play with Lucky. She ate the crispy pot made by her mother at noon, and her stomach was full, so she pulled Chu Jin and Lucky to play a game of tug-of-war.
At the tea table, my mother and Grandpa Chu chatted.
"You are all from Qizhou? It's such a coincidence that my wife's ancestral home is Qizhou, but I haven't returned to Qizhou for more than ten years. How is Qizhou developing now? Has it changed a lot? My wife was alive before. She would accompany her back to Qizhou to worship her ancestors every year." Old Master Chu said.
Qiao Qin said: "Yes, we are all natives of Qizhou. Qizhou is still the same over the years. It has not changed much, and it is also developing. The speed is definitely not as fast as Beijing..."
The two chatted for a while. For some reason, the topic came to playing the piano. It seemed that Mr. Chu could talk about anything that could be brought to his wife.
Old Master Chu said: "When I was young, my wife and her family moved from Qizhou to Beijing. They were neighbors with my family, and the two parents were friends for many years. Together, they asked my wife and I to learn the piano together. As a result, my wife was a child. She was very naughty. Her parents told her that she didn't look like a girl at all.
When Song Qiaoxi heard this, she winked at Chu Jin and said mischievously, "That grandma didn't like to play the piano when she was a child, like me, do you remember when I was caught pretending to be sick to escape your piano class when I was a child?"
"Hey, why don't you remember, you smell like fried skewers all over your body, and you have ketchup on your mouth."
Chu Jin smiled back at her, avoiding the "attack" of Lucky's little tongue.
The old man Chu continued: "Let me tell you a funny thing. When my wife was nine years old, we were about the same size. In order to avoid practicing the piano, she didn't know where to get a wig and asked me to wear her. She sits in the piano room and plays the piano for her, and her mum only looks at the back every time, only when she hears the sound of the piano, and never comes in."
Perhaps it was because the time-honored story was too attractive. Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin sat on the carpet and looked behind them, both of them were attracted by the interesting things about Mr. Chu's childhood.
With Lucky in her hands, Lucky was also tired from playing at this moment, lying on Song Qiaoxi's knees and panting heavily.
"As a result, one day, because my wife went out to play football, she accidentally kicked a big hole in the glass window of the piano room. She was afraid that I would be scratched by the glass, so she rushed in from the outside of the house... "
Old Man Chu took a sip of tea and paused.
Song Qiaoxi was fascinated. Although she was forcibly fed a mouthful of the old couple's childhood "dog food", she turned her head anxiously and asked, "Then what? What happened then, Grandpa, have you been caught?"
The old man Chu smiled heartily, "Hahaha, of course I was caught, and I was caught by her mother. Of course, the most embarrassing thing was me. I was wearing a wig and a floral dress. Mom took it to my house to find my parents and complain."
"Hahahaha, Grandpa, you were so funny when you were young? Grandma is too naughty!"
Song Qiaoxi laughed so hard that she leaned her head on Chu Jin's shoulder, she was about to burst into tears, and Lucky in her arms also called "Ouch".
"Can you play the piano?" Old Man Chu asked them.
"I can't do it, I will play "Little Star", and the rest will be returned to the teacher, but Chu Jin plays the piano very well."
Song Qiaoxi waved her hand hastily. Her little "three-legged cat" piano knowledge had already been packaged and returned to "Mr. Chu".
Putting down the teacup, the old man Chu looked at Chu Jin with great interest, "Oh, Xiao Chu Jin can play the piano? Can you play a song for us?"
Seeing Chu Jin stand up, Song Qiaoxi nodded, and said generously, "I don't know many songs, I only play some that interest me."
"Just play what you like. I haven't been so lively here for a long time." Old Man Chu said.
"City in the Sky?" Chu Jin asked Song Qiaoxi with his eyes down.
She said excitedly, "Wow, I like "City in the Sky" the most!"
Walking to the white grand piano, Chu Jin lifted the lid, adjusted the bench, and tried a few scales.
Xu Shi is different from the piano. The sound quality of this piano is exceptionally clear and full, the timbre is gorgeous and elegant, and the response sensitivity of the keys far exceeds that of all the pianos he has played.
A melodious and somewhat sad "City in the Sky" reverberated in the living room, Chu made his hands on the piano keys, and the audience in the living room listened intently to his performance.
At the end of the song, Song Qiaoxi couldn't seem to be able to ease her emotions from the sound of the piano all at once. The first thing she heard was a few powerful high-fives.
"This song is very trendy, I haven't heard it before, but I play it very well. I'll practice this song when I have time..."
Old Man Chu's eyes had been fixed on Chu Jin before, but now he turned to Song Qiaoxi.
She was very familiar with the kindness and tenderness in Grandpa Chu's eyes, because when her grandfather and grandfather looked at her, it was the same look.
Song Qiaoxi hurriedly answered, "City in the Sky, Grandpa, the piano song played by Chu Jin is the theme song of one of Miyazaki's cartoons. That cartoon is very nice, it's called "City in the Sky", I recommend it to you !"
The old man Chu said, "Okay, I will definitely see it. I will have a common topic with you next time we meet."
After sitting for a while, Mother Song took them and said goodbye to Old Master Chu.
"Goodbye Lucky," Song Qiaoxi leaned down and patted Lucky's head again, Chu Jin accompanied her by her side, she reluctantly said to Lucky, "We may see you next summer vacation, take good care of your master, Don't run around any more, do you hear me?"
When she looked up, she saw that Mr. Chu took out a stack of piano scores from the piano bench, and assistant Mingzhe took a hard-shell paper bag and put the scores into it.
"This sheet music is given to Xiao Chu Jin." Mr. Chu walked to the door with a cane.
Chu Jin stood up on his knees, staring at him with puzzled and puzzled eyes.
"These piano scores have long been familiar to me. They are all classic pieces. No one in the family wants to play the piano except for my eldest son..." Mr. Chu took the paper bag and handed it to Chu Jin, "Children, We are also destined, both surnamed Chu, why don't I give it to you. I hope that when we meet again next year, we can make friends with Qin?"
After hesitating for a while, Chu Jin still took the paper bag, nodded to the old man, and said softly, "Well, thank you, see you next year."
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The days of summer vacation in Beijing are few and far between.
In the remaining days, Song Qiaoxi accompanied her mother to purchase some Beijing specialties, ready to give to the neighbors and friends who are familiar with the courtyard.
Uncle Zhao also came to the house and prepared some things for Song Qiaoxi and the others to bring back to Qizhou, all for Zhao Xin.
It is a latest Gameboy and a Sony Walkman.
When Uncle Zhao was about to leave, he secretly grabbed Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, and whispered to the two of them, "Can you do your uncle a favor when you go back?"
"Uncle, you said, as long as I can do it, I promise to complete the task!" Song Qiaoxi patted her chest and said in a big way.
Chu Jin poked at her arm, "Don't be too busy talking big, first listen to what Uncle Zhao wants to help."
"Please, after school starts, tell Zhao Xin more about your uncle, and let him think about having a father whenever he has anything."
At this moment, Zhao Chenguang didn't seem to have the appearance of the "boss" of the media group, and he put his hands together and "made a bow" to the two children.
Song Qiaoxi glanced at Chu Jin, and sure enough, he also had a "this is it?" expression.
"Uncle, don't worry, I'll talk to you, but..." Xixi paused and said earnestly, "Uncle Zhao, if Zhao Xin doesn't want to come to Beijing to find you, you can go back to Qizhou. Looking for him? If my father is not around, it will really be like no father."
Zhao Chenguang was stunned when he spoke, and finally he laughed wryly at himself, shook his head and left.
Before leaving, Dad and the driver's uncle took them to the airport.
When I came, the luggage of an adult and two children was only two ordinary checked boxes. When I left, it was amazing. Three large suitcases were stuffed to the check, and each of the three people also had a carry-on suitcase on the plane.
Song Qiaoxi was very excited at this time, she was finally going back to Qizhou!
She is very eager to sleep on the pink bed in her hut now, she wants to hang out with the "Little Gang of Five" in Chujin's boiler room, and she also wants to go to Uncle Ding's restaurant to have a barbecue, and then use Mama Ding's Carrot and mutton dumplings are the staple food, and seafood lump soup is yo-yo.
On the plane, Song Qiaoxi sat in the middle, with her mother on the left and Chu Jin on the right.
She leaned her head on Chu Jin's shoulder and started muttering, "Chu Jin, let's go to Uncle Ding's house for barbecue tonight? I'm so greedy for Uncle Ding's grilled mutton skewers, beef skewers, garlic cloves, honey sauce chicken wings, meat tendons, tendons, and grilled eggplants, corn, cabbage rolls, wet tofu skins, roasted biscuits, roasted potato chips..."
Chu Jin flicked her forehead lightly with his hand, and whispered, "Okay, stop, stop talking... I'm hungry as you said."
Even the mother who was sitting beside her reached out and scratched her nose, "Hey, you little greedy cat, okay, go to your Uncle Ding's restaurant for a meal tonight, and stop cooking."
"That's great!" Song Qiaoxi hugged her mother's neck and sipped her face, "Mua!"
When all this became a reality, Song Qiaoxi touched her crooked belly and lay on her back in her small bedroom in Qizhou.
Take a deep breath, and even the air in the room is filled with the most familiar and loving taste. This feeling is both satisfying and reassuring.
She slowly closed her eyes, thinking that in the morning tomorrow, she would gather all the "Little Gang of Five" and go to Chujin's boiler room to have a good gathering.
I haven't seen each other for a whole summer vacation, I miss my friends!
Why didn't I know it before, it turned out to be so beautiful to go home...
Recalling what her mother often said before, now she finally realizes that it turns out that the golden den and the silver den are not as good as their own dog kennel.
Even though her small room is always messy like a "doghouse", Song Qiaoxi likes her "doghouse" the most.
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There are still three days until the foreign language school starts in September.
When she woke up in the morning, Song Qiaoxi squatted in front of the suitcase she brought back from Beijing, holding a plastic bag in her hand, which contained gifts for the "Little Gang of Five" and snacks to be shared later.
At this time, the phone rang.
She heard her mother pick up the phone, "Yes, hello teacher, yes yes, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, these two students are from our family, oh, I'm Song Qiaoxi's mother, Chu Jin's guardian. Okay, a little bit. Wait, let me take notes on that..."
Without thinking much, I grabbed a lot of yellow peas in a small bag, stuffed them into a plastic bag, and hummed a little song in a good mood.
I didn't expect what kind of "accident" this phone call would bring.
After a while, Mom hung up the phone and walked towards her with a small piece of paper in her hand.
Lifting her neck, Song Qiaoxi casually asked her mother, "Mom, who's calling?"
"Oh, it's a foreign language school. Parents are notified to pick up school uniforms and books. The logistics teacher told me that, for fear of your children jumping up during the summer vacation, the school uniforms are ordered one size larger. Every year, many students wear suspenders to school. ."
Mom said to her, then paused for a while, and crouched down in front of the suitcase too.
"By the way, Xixi, how many did you pass the foreign language entrance exam last time?"
Mom pushed the broken hair behind her ears for her and asked patiently.
"I got 63, and I got into the experimental class." Song Qiaoxi patronized and stuffed things into the plastic bag without thinking too much. She raised her head with a smile, "Mom, have you even forgotten this?"
"Ah, look, it's you who reminded your mother," Song Mama looked suddenly realized, picked up the note in her hand and said, "Look, I said how Chu Chu was assigned to the experimental group, and you were assigned to the experimental group. There are 62 students in the second class. Our Xixi is really good, we got 63 places in the test, that's the first place in the second experimental class!"
The vacuum-packed Quanjude Roast Duck in Song Qiaoxi's hand fell to the ground with a squeak...