"When you come over, help me get a lollipop from the chest of drawers, I want grape flavored ones." Song Qiaoxi leaned on the soft quilt, pointed to the chest of drawers by the door, and said to Chu Jin.
On the screen of the TV series, Professor Dumbledore with a white beard and a cat appeared. Dumbledore held a light extinguisher in his hand and turned off the street lights...
Chu Jin took the lollipop, closed the cabinet door, and heard Song Qiaoxi say, "Do you think the room is bright? Or the TV screen is too dark..."
Turning to look, Song Qiaoxi was kneeling on the bed, with both hands on the bed board, frowning and leaning forward to stare at the TV screen, looking like a hunched kitten.
The movie Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone is really dark on the TV screen.
At the beginning of noon, the boiler house was very bright, and the bright light came in, and it was really difficult to see the TV screen clearly.
Chu Jin stretched out his hand and pulled the curtains tightly, so that the light should not pass through.
"Is it better?" Chu Jin walked to the bed and handed Song Qiaoxi a lollipop.
"Well, it's much better, I couldn't see it clearly just now." Song Qiaoxi took the lollipop, tore open the candy wrapper, and threw the candy wrapper into a ball and threw it into the small trash can beside the bed.
The candy wrappers fall into the trash in a perfect parabola.
The sugar has been stuffed into his mouth, and the sweet and sour grape flavor melted in his mouth. Song Qiaoxi stretched and leaned back comfortably, and looked up to find that Chu Jin was still standing beside the bed.
"Go to bed, what is the pestle doing there?" She patted the vacant seat beside her.
Chu Jin's bed in the boiler room was a one-meter-two-by-two-meter single bed, and he was used to sleeping on a hard bed.
Song's mother was not at ease. She felt that the bed was too hard to sleep comfortably, and it also affected the child's growth, so she put several layers of thick mattresses on his bed, and it was soft to sit on, so no one could rest on it.
The width of the bed is one meter two, and the little girl can stretch her legs while sitting on the bed, which is much more comfortable than sitting on a hard chair.
Several of their little friends have been crowded together since childhood, tired of playing, and sometimes sleeping on the same bed head-to-head.
Song Qiaoxi didn't think there was anything embarrassing about sitting on the bed with Chu Jin.
Seeing that Chu Jin was a little hesitant, she got up from the bed.
Chu Jin's bed was much taller than an ordinary children's single bed. Song Qiaoxi knelt on the bed and found that she could almost look into Chu Jin's eyes.
I'm used to looking up at him, but it's strange to see his face from this angle
Song Qiaoxi put her hands on Chu Jin's shoulders, looked at his impeccably delicate face, put her tongue against the lollipop to the side of her cheek, tilted her head and asked, "Hey, what's the matter with you?"
The little girl's sweet and soft voice became sticky because of the sugar in her mouth, and it sounded like she was coquettish.
Chu Jin was stunned for a few seconds before being awakened by the smell of sweet and greasy grapes that rushed towards him with a slight heat.
His peach blossom eyes widened, and he was surprised that he could look at Song Qiaoxi flatly. Since he was a child, he was accustomed to bending over to look at her.
I was also surprised that the distance between the two was too close...
As close as possible, it seemed to be only the distance of a lollipop stick.
You can clearly see Song Qiaoxi's well-defined eyelashes, the girl exhales a sweet snort, the porcelain-white cheeks have cute little fluff like peach, and the soft lips are moist and shiny because they have eaten sugar. .
He even saw his own reflection in her watery eyes.
Song Qiaoxi also saw herself in Chu Jin's eyes.
She blinked and saw his throat rolled up and down, nodded, and his voice was rough, "I, I'll take a drink and find you on the bed."
"Oh, hurry up then." He released the hand on Chu Jin's shoulder, and Xixi leaned back with the lollipop in her hand, leaning comfortably on the soft quilt.
After drinking the water, Chu Jin straddled the bed with his long legs, the two of them were about two fists away, and watched the movie quietly.
"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" is long, over two hours.
Song Qiaoxi didn't take a nap, the heater in the boiler room was hot, the curtains were drawn tightly, the room was dimly lit, and with sugar in her mouth, she soon began to fall asleep.
I meditated in my heart, the room is so dark, I will close my eyes for a while, and I will not be found...
Unconsciously, she tilted her head, leaned in the direction of Chu Jin, and bumped her head against a comfortable support.
The taste of sweet and sour grapes was in his mouth, and there was still a small and a half of sugar balls left in the lollipop, but in his nose, he could smell the familiar mint smell of Chu Jin.
Then, she didn't know anything.
When Song Qiaoxi woke up, she found that she was lying flat on the bed, and "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" was still playing on TV, halfway through the movie.
"Ah..." Sitting up with support from the bed, Song Qiaoxi rubbed her eyes and saw Chu Jin's back beside the desk. He turned on a small lamp and wrote something.
"Awake?" Chu Jin stopped writing and turned his head to look at her, "I'm doing it in the house, I just ate candy and a glass of water?"
As soon as he reminded him, Song Qiaoxi felt that his throat was really dry, scratched his head, and nodded obediently, "Hmm."
There was a cup of water that he often used on the teenager's desk. Chu Jin picked up the cup naturally, poured a cup of warm water for Song Qiaoxi, and watched her drink it "tontonton".
Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi remembered something, raised her eyelids and asked, "Where's my lollipop?"
"I fell asleep with a lollipop in it. That little stick is a little dangerous. I threw it for you." Chu Jin said lightly, and went back to the desk to continue calculating, "If you want to eat, there is still one in the cupboard. help yourself."
"Ah, throw it away? There's still half of it..." Sitting on the edge of the bed, groping for shoes, Xixi, who never wastes food, shook her head, "Next time you help me put the water in the glass, I'll get up. Keep eating, it's a waste to throw it away."
Hearing Song Qiaoxi's words, Chu Jin's body froze obviously.
The young man glanced at the small trash can beside the desk unnaturally, tore off two pieces of paper from the acting herbs, and threw them into a ball into the trash can.
In order to cover up the bare white stick in the trash can...
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The winter vacation in 2003 just passed. On the first day of the foreign language school, during the afternoon break, Song Qiaoxi was called out by Ding Miao at the door of the class.
Ding Miao was carrying a delicate golden paper bag in her hand, and she pulled Song Qiaoxi to the corner near the bathroom.
Opening the paper bag, Ding Miao frowned and asked, "Xixi, look at what this is..."
Almost stuffing a small fluffy head into a paper bag, Song Qiaoxi took out a box of delicate chocolates with two small hands from the big bag, and a red card with a little angel printed on it and sprinkled with gold.
"Hey, chocolate?" Song Qiaoxi looked at the golden chocolate box and the English letters printed on it, feeling a little familiar, "God-iva, how should I pronounce it? I think I've seen this brand of chocolate before? "
"Well, let's be honest, Xixi," Ding Miao pushed on her glasses, her cheeks flushed slightly, "This is not the first time I have received it. When I graduated in the sixth grade, I also received a similar chocolate, which is also this brand. I I checked, this brand is very expensive..."
"As soon as you said it, I remembered. When I graduated from the sixth grade, I also received a small box, but it was not as big as yours." Song Qiaoxi remembered that after graduation from the sixth grade, she also received a small box of Godiva. Chocolate, Chu Jinfei said that chocolate was poisonous and would not allow her to eat it.
Ding Miao said: "The one I received in sixth grade is about the size of this box. I don't know who sent it, so I gave it to the teacher directly..."
"Can I read what is written on the card?" Song Qiaoxi asked Ding Miao with wide eyes.
"Well, I asked you to come here just for you to see." Ding Miao nodded.
Opening the red card with the little angel printed on it, Song Qiaoxi felt that her breathing was about to stagnate, so she looked up at Ding Miao in a panic, and Ding Miao also looked at her a little bewildered.
Inside the card was written in cursive English, "Happy Valentine's Day."
There is also a line in Chinese that is a little crooked, "To: Ding Miao, a late Valentine's Day gift, I hope you are happy every day."
Not signed.
"Miaomiao, someone is confessing to you!" Song Qiaoxi looked around and found that no classmates were paying attention to them, so she said to Ding Miao in a very small voice, "Writing in English is so beautiful, and writing in Chinese is so bad, it won't be Gu Gu. Wei? But, by the way, when is Valentine's Day?"
"Yes... It seems to be the second day of the Lantern Festival, right?" Miaomiao, who has always been a cool sister character, looks a little helpless at this moment, "It shouldn't be Gu Wei, I think I have written his characters, which are different from this font, what do you think I should do, Xixi."
In terms of emotion, Xixi, who is not enlightened, really doesn't know what to do.
She only considered one question, whether the chocolate is poisonous or not, can it be eaten, "Here, there is a plastic seal on the outside, so it shouldn't be poisonous, right? If it's not poisonous, then eat it?"
"I don't dare to take it home, and the chocolate is too sweet. I don't like sweets. If you want to eat it, take it and eat it." Ding Miao squeezed her brows and waved to Song Qiaoxi, "If you don't want to eat it, just talk to me. Divide your class."
Before the big class break was over, Song Qiaoxi sat in her seat in the second experimental class, holding the box of chocolates in her hands.
After opening it and smelling the strong fragrance, she decided to share it with her good friend Qiu Mengmeng at the back table, "Mengmeng, do you eat chocolate?"
"Wow, chocolate!" Qiu Mengmeng stretched out her little hand with a meat nest and took a heart-shaped milk chocolate, her small eyes narrowed with a smile, and she said happily, "Thank you Xixi!"
"You're welcome." Song Qiaoxi said with a smile.
There was movement on the table and chairs beside her, she looked up and saw that her roommate Zhao Xin had returned.
Song Qiaoxi pushed the chocolate box in front of Zhao Xin, "Zhao Xin, eat chocolate."
Zhao Xin's face was a bit strange, he pursed his lips and said nothing, and after a while, he spit out a few words, "This is... Where did you get the chocolate?"
"Miaomiao gave it to me, and I don't know who gave it to her." Song Qiaoxi shook her head and smiled embarrassedly.
"She, she only gave you chocolate?" Zhao Xin said to Song Qiaoxi, looking a little nervous.
"Well, just chocolate." Song Qiaoxi replied.
Of course, she knew to keep the little girlfriend's private affairs a secret. She didn't mention the card with Valentine's Day wishes written on it.
Song Qiaoxi remembered that after Miaomiao gave her the chocolate, she put the palm-sized card in her coat pocket and took it away.
"It's okay, thank you, I don't want to eat chocolate, you can keep it." Zhao Xin replied softly, as if he suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
The corners of the same table's lips rose slightly, Song Qiaoxi rarely saw Zhao Xin smile.
She was a little confused by the second monk. Zhao Xin didn't eat sweet chocolate, so why was he so happy
It's really hard to guess what a boy is thinking...
--
In 2003, the second year of the foreign language school, two months after the school started, the universities, middle and primary schools in Qizhou City began to fall into a tense atmosphere.
The foreign language school divides the students in each class into six groups, each group has about ten people, and arranges one student to be the group leader, and their body temperature is taken twice a day.
If there are students whose body temperature exceeds 37 degrees, please call their parents immediately and ask them to take them home to recuperate. When the body temperature is normal, they will come back to school.
There is a strong smell of vinegar in the classroom. According to legend, vinegar can kill bacteria. Every class is boiling vinegar.
These thirteen or four-year-old children, except Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jinhui, are worried about Song's father who works in Beijing. It is said that no one in Qizhou has it, and the capital Beijing is already planning to build Xiaotangshan Hospital.
The remaining three children, including most of the students in the school, did not have a very intuitive feeling about the word "SARS".
Not to mention that they are still half-year-olds, and they are too playful. If they have the opportunity to be lazy and not go to school, then this opportunity will definitely not be easily missed. This sentence is said to Wang Junyang alone.
When Wang Junyang was in the sixth grade of elementary school, the fact that he was admitted to the general foreign language class with his "return to the light", may be the only highlight moment in his studies since he was a child.
After the foreign language school started, this guy became an "internet addicted teenager" again, and he used his spare time to play basketball and participate in the training of the school basketball team.
study
Learning these two words did not appear in Wang Junyang's dictionary.
This kid, since the school announced the new regulations, "forcing students to go home when the body temperature exceeds 37 degrees", he has made a small calculation.
One day at the end of April, the sky in Qizhou also warmed up.
There are many willow trees planted in Qizhou City. When the spring breeze came overnight, the willow trees were all torn off, as if the veil of spring was lifted, and the graceful wicker figure danced with the gentle spring breeze.
In the physical education classes of the first and second experimental classes, Song Qiaoxi was wearing sports clothes, holding a bottle of iced black tea in her hand, drank two sips of iced tea, dangling her long legs, sitting on the horizontal bar and talking to Ding Miao.
From time to time, she looked up and looked not far away, paying attention to Chu Jin who was playing basketball with a few boys.
The teenage boys are not afraid of the cold and are very angry. In the tenth day, he wears a short-sleeved basketball vest and plays hot.
The experimental class 1 and the experimental class 2 fought a 3V3 bullfight, and the battle was fierce.
There were also a few girls standing on the sidelines, holding the Pulse bought from the canteen in their hands, nervously staring at the boys who were on average 1.8 meters tall, screaming and cheering from time to time.
Song Qiaoxi didn't stand on the sidelines, because the girls in each class were cheering for the boys in their own class.
Her position is really embarrassing...
The little girl wanted to cheer for her classmates, and she also wanted to cheer for Chu Jin.
This, the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat!
If I were on the sidelines, I would shout "Come on, Class 2!" to my class for a while, and "Chu Jin is great!"
Song Qiaoxi simply pulled Ding Miao, stayed away from them, and silently observed the game.
"Uncle Song has come back from Beijing?" Ding Miao also propped herself up, sat on the horizontal bar, and asked Song Qiaoxi with concern, "I heard that SARS is very serious in Beijing?"
"No, I haven't been home for almost a month. It's very serious, but Dad and his company are fine. They are paying attention." Song Qiaoxi clenched the iced tea in her hand and tried her best to squeeze a smile. I was worried, "It's okay, Miaomiao, it's right that my father doesn't come back. At this time, it's best that people in the whole country don't run around casually. SARS will be over soon. Guo Jia has worked so hard to control it."
Ding Miao whispered: "Well, I hope Uncle Song goes well. Is Uncle Song working with Zhao Xin's father now? I heard that Zhao Xin's father wants Zhao Xin to go back to Beijing for high school... ... "
Song Qiaoxi thought about it, although Uncle Zhao said that he wanted Zhao Xin to go back to Beijing, but Uncle Zhao said the same thing in elementary school, but in the end, didn't Zhao Xin still stay in Qizhou
Although Uncle Zhao is very powerful in the company, he feels that in their Zhao family, he is at the bottom of the food chain, and his words don't count at all...
Song Qiaoxi nodded and shook her head again, "We work together, but I don't know if Zhao Xin is going back to Beijing to go to school. Where to go to school depends on what Zhao Xin thinks?"
"Oh, also..." Ding Miao didn't speak anymore.
A true good friend is one who feels very comfortable even if the two of them sit together and don't talk.
In the gentle spring breeze, the two little girlfriends squinted their eyes and sat on the horizontal bar to watch the basketball game.
Class 1 and Class 2, the scores of both sides were bitten to death, and the game ended with a beautiful three-pointer by Chu Jin.
The first experimental class, narrowly won.
"Chu Jin won! Miaomiao, it was Chu Jin who won!" Song Qiaoxi cheered softly, and when she was excited, she almost fell off the horizontal bar, and was grabbed by Ding Miao's arm.
Ding Miao teased her with a smile, "I see, your family has won everything, fortunately you weren't on the sidelines, or you'd be chased and beaten by your second class! Look at how excited you are, my Xixi, You know, now our first experimental team won the game, and you represent the second class."
"Ahahaha, I know wow..." Song Qiaoxi smiled and showed her little white teeth, scratching her little curly hair embarrassedly, "That's why I came to you."
On the basketball court, the six boys from Class One and Class Two gave friendly high-fives and made an appointment to fight again next week.
Chu Jin's sweat flowed from behind his ears to his basketball vest. He lifted the vest to wipe off the sweat, and swept his eyes to the girls who gathered on the sidelines screaming and cheering, but he didn't see Song Qiaoxi.
A few girls from the first experimental class were whispering on the sidelines.
"Would you like to take the pulse to Chu Jin?"
"I don't give it to him. He never drinks water from girls. Chu Jin's face is cold every time."
"Try again, last time it was mineral water, this time it's pulsating..."
"I'll leave mine to Gu Wei, Gu Wei! Mom loves you!"
…
Chu Jin turned around calmly and looked at the equipment next to the playground. The corners of his lips curled up and he smiled.
Sure enough, the child hid there.
After saying hello to his teammates, Chu Jin turned around and ran towards the horizontal bar on the side of the playground.
Song Qiaoxi turned around and found that Chu Jin was standing beside the horizontal bar.
The young boy's forehead was wet with sweat under the sun. Seeing her laughing lazily, for some unknown reason, Song Qiaoxi's heart seemed to have been hit by something, and she was shocked again.
If Ding Miao hadn't pulled her in time, she would have rolled off the horizontal bar.
"I'm thirsty." Chu Jin stretched out his slender, fair arms to Song Qiaoxi. The boy's skin was so white that it seemed to glow in the sun.
"Little Straight Ball" Xixi didn't turn her head, she unscrewed the iced tea and took a sip, "You didn't bring any money? I didn't bring a wallet for gym class... "
She turned her head and wanted to ask Ding Miao if she had a wallet, so she would first lend Chu a few dollars to buy a bottle of water.
Ding Miao winked at Song Qiaoxi, and before she could speak, she took half of the iced black tea from her hand, screwed the cap on the bottle, and threw it at Chu Jin, "Brother Jin, we have no money, we have nothing left. You can drink half of the iced tea."
Chu did his best to catch the iced black tea, twisted it open, tilted his neck, drank the rest of the drink, and waved the empty bottle to the two of them, "Thanks."
Near the horizontal bar on the playground, it is very close to the teaching building of the general class, and the foreign language first-year classes are arranged on the first floor.
Across the distance, the three of them heard a burst of laughter from the classroom of Class 13, followed by a furious roar from the head teacher of Class 13, "Wang Junyang! Immediately! Immediately! Call your parents for me!"
Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao looked at each other, turned to look at Chu Jin, and the boy shrugged helplessly.
After the physical education class, Wang Junyang's "deeds of glory" have spread all over the department.
In order to go home and play games, when taking his temperature, he put the thermometer in the hot water cup while the teacher was not paying attention.
Thermometer, on the spot...
fried.
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In June 2003, Song Qiaoxi had just passed her thirteenth birthday. In the last semester of the first year of junior high school, the tense final exam was finally over. The most difficult period of "SARS" that affected the normal life of the people of the whole country has passed.
In this final exam, foreign language should be ranked according to the total score, and in the second year of junior high school, the students will be re-classified according to their scores.
Song Qiaoxi was no longer so nervous when waiting for the results.
After two semesters of hard work, she feels that her mentality has become completely different from before.
It is not so important to Song Qiaoxi to be admitted to the first class of the experiment, or to stay in the second class of the experiment. The learning atmosphere of the second class of the experiment is also very good, and the students are also very friendly.
Although there were Chu Jin and Ding Miao in the experimental class, after this whole year, she understood a truth.
The external help given by others will not play a decisive factor. Only the effort you want from your own heart is the most important factor for success.
This year, Song Qiaoxi and his "Little Five Gang" partners were in different schools and different classes, and it did not hurt the friendship between the five people.
Whether it was Wang Jun from the thirteenth class of the ordinary class, or Ding Yi from the No. 2 High School attached to the normal school, when everyone got together during the winter vacation, there was no sense of strangeness at all, and they were still laughing and laughing together.
This gave her confidence in the future, without the slightest fear.
Because no matter what changes happen in the future, the friendship of the partners for many years will not change.
Beijing's "SARS" has finally passed.
In early July 2003, Song Jianguo bought plane tickets for his two children and Qiao Qin as usual, and brought them to their home in Beijing for the summer vacation.
On the plane, Song Qiaoxi was talking to her mother all the way, "Mom, I want to eat Peking duck, fried liver from Gulou, steamed buns, and fried enema, I want to eat old Beijing cheese, red bean double skin milk, and I want to eat Daddy's I bought the pea yellow, donkey roll, Aiwowo and cream fried cake from Huguo Temple next time, went to Wudaokou to eat barbecue, and ate Papa Berdo’s puffs…”
"Okay, eat, eat, eat, you're greedy." Qiao Qin pinched her daughter's nose and shook her head helplessly, "How old are you, you still look like a child."
"I got the twenty-fifth place in the all-level department in the final exam. Mom, can you reward me for eating roast duck tonight?" Song Qiaoxi hugged her mother's arm with one hand and stretched out five fingers with the other." This summer vacation, I want to eat five roast ducks, ah, the duck skin is dipped in white sugar, I really want to kill me... "
Chu Jin, who was sitting in the seat by the window, paused while turning the book, and shook his head with a smile.
The little girl beside him was the twenty-fifth place in the final exam, and she entered the first experimental class steadily.
I wonder if she will be willing to sit at the same table with her when the school starts in September
"As a reward, if you can eat it, the ten roast ducks will also take you to eat." Mama Song was also happy that the two children's grades were so good that the adults did not worry at all.
Qiao Qin asked Chu Jin across her daughter: "Jin Jin, what do you want to eat at night?"
"Let's roast duck, Aunt Qiao." Chu Jin raised his head from the book, glanced at Song Qiaoxi, and replied following the little girl's words.
Song Qiaoxi stuck out her tongue at her mother, turned her head, and winked with Chu Jin.
Looking at the two children, Qiao Qin couldn't help laughing out loud and joked: "Hey, it's all, you are more used to Xixi than me, she is spoiled like this, and it is estimated that no one will be in the future. If you don’t like it, it is estimated that it will be difficult to marry.”
"Then I won't get married, I'll depend on you all my life. Anyway, you're accustomed to me. If I can't get married, you'll be accustomed to me for the rest of my life?" Song Qiaoxi didn't take this as a joke, and held her mother's arm with one hand. , took Chu Jin's arm in one hand and said seriously, "I will make a lot of small money in the future, and it will be good for you."
"Pfft haha, okay, that mother will wait." Qiao Qin stretched out her hand to rub her little curly hair and said with a smile.
Chu Jin just curved the corners of his lips, glanced at the innocent and happy smile of the little girl, lowered his head and continued reading.
The young man made a silent promise to himself.
To be used to Song Qiaoxi for a lifetime.
For dinner that day, Song Qiaoxi got his wish and ate Peking duck.
But it wasn't the last time I came to Beijing, I went to the Peking duck at Siji Minfu, but my neighbor, Grandpa Chu, invited them to a restaurant called "Da Dong" for the roast duck.
The roast duck this time was really amazing, completely subverting Song Qiaoxi's impression of roast duck. It was indeed the first time she had eaten roast duck with such a fresh and non-greasy taste, and other dishes also subverted the little girl's cognition.
Thick and fragrant duck soup, Dong's roasted eggplant, tomato crispy mushroom salad, Kung Pao shrimp balls, chestnut cabbage in safflower juice...
Every dish imitated the Western-style layout, and the taste is really good, it's really delicious!
At the dining table, Grandpa Chu invited the two children to have afternoon tea at home tomorrow, "Xixi, if you have nothing else to eat, tell Zheming and let him write it down and prepare it for you."
"Thank you grandpa, I don't need to prepare anything. I just want to play with Lucky. I haven't seen him for a long time. I miss Lucky very much." Song Qiaoxi wiped her mouth with a napkin and said politely.
Thinking of Lucky's fluffy fur, "Haas Haas" panting, wagging little tail, Xixi's heart will melt.
"Lucky misses you too, Zheming," Old Man Chu beckoned, and Zheming came over and bent down, "Who said last time, the black swan cake is delicious, how about you prepare some more snacks for the children tomorrow? And the Wang family last time. I also ordered two copies of the English afternoon tea sent, I think Xiao Chu doesn't like sweets, so prepare more savory snacks."
"Cheng, don't worry, I'll contact you." Zheming nodded, took out his mobile phone and recorded it.
After Zheming finished recording, as if remembering something important, he frowned slightly and whispered a few words in the ear of Old Master Chu.
Song Qiaoxi saw that Grandpa Chu's face suddenly turned very bad, as if he was deliberately suppressing his anger.
This was the first time I saw the amiable Grandpa Chu get angry, and the most obvious change in the old man's eyes was his eyes.
She saw that her father made a color on her, which meant that she would not be allowed to stare at Mr. Chu, which was impolite.
She quickly lowered her head and drank the duck soup in front of her.
"Sorry, let's take care of some housework." Grandpa Chu's voice was still very gentle, he nodded apologetically to Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin, got up and walked to the door of the private room with a cane and Mingzhe.
"It's alright, slow down." Dad Song smiled.
Chu Jin took two Kung Pao shrimp balls with his public chopsticks and put them on Song Qiaoxi's plate, and said softly, "Eat yours, don't worry about others."
"Oh." Song Qiaoxi nodded in agreement.
Her hearing has always been very good. She put down the soup bowl and just picked up a chopstick and shrimp ball when she heard the old man Chu coldly say to Uncle Zheming, "You bastard, it's not dead yet? No, he dares to come tomorrow afternoon. , I broke his leg."