Mingzhe was asked by the little girl with bright eyes and white teeth, and he really felt that this title...
Uh, how can I say it, it seems a bit soiled
"Young Master Sun, like the grandson of a rich man's family, hahaha..." Song Qiaoxi whispered to Chu Jin and couldn't help laughing.
Chu Jin couldn't help Song Qiaoxi, frowned and looked down at her. At this time, he really wanted to pinch the tip of her nose and tell her to stop talking.
"Sun... Young Master," Mingzhe didn't know what to call him, so he still called it that way, "This is a gift prepared by Mr. Chu, let's put it in first."
After finishing speaking, he instructed the servants of the Chu family to move a bunch of large and small bags and beautifully packaged gifts into the entrance of the Song family.
Several people moved quickly and neatly.
Song Qiaoxi hurried upstairs and called her parents down. When the adults came downstairs, they found that there were only gifts left in the entrance, and the Chu family was gone.
"This? Alas..." Song Jianguo shook his head and closed the door first.
There was a card on the pile of gifts like a hill. He picked it up and took a look. There were only two words on it, "Thank you", and Chu Youhe's daily use seal.
The gifts from the Chu family were wrapped in four colors of wrapping paper, and each gift had a small label with the person's name on it.
There are four people in the family, and everyone has a share.
"Leave the gift for the child. For the old man's heart, we will return it to Mr. Chu." Qiao Qin glanced at the gift box and said to Song Jianguo.
Song Jianguo pinched his brows and said embarrassingly, "Well, I think so too, don't dismantle it, tomorrow I'll ask the property manager to borrow a cart and help send it back together, I can't even take the piles... ... "
Chu Jin didn't have any interest in unpacking the gifts. These gifts were dealt with by Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao. He took the book and sat on the sofa to read.
Song Qiaoxi didn't want to go out for a walk anymore. With the consent of Chu Jin and her parents, she took a pair of small scissors from the kitchen and started to help him unwrap the presents.
The gifts that Mr. Chu gave to Chu Jin were all wrapped in starry blue wrapping paper, and the wrapping paper was very delicate.
Song Qiaoxi "hum hum hum" opened it up for a long time, and finally put the gifts, big and small, in a row on the coffee table.
"One, two, three..." She leaned on her waist, counted, and said to Chu Jin, who was sitting on the sofa, "There are fourteen gifts in total? Why fourteen... . "
With a pat on the forehead, Song Qiaoxi suddenly realized.
This year, Chu Jin is just fourteen years old. Is this the birthday gift that Mr. Chu has filled for him for fourteen years
From this point of view, Grandpa Chu is really very heartfelt.
In the gift, she saw the first meeting, the black silver snake pattern pen that Mr. Chu wanted to give to Chu Jin. The snake's eyes were two rubies, and there was a white hexagram on the pen cap.
"Is it because you are a snake?" Song Qiaoxi opened the black leather box and showed Chu Jin the exquisite pen.
Chu Jin didn't look up, and said "um".
She opened the rest of the gifts one by one. There were expensive luxury brand school bags, the latest Ipod mini launched in 2004, IBM T40 laptop, a Nokia 7610 mobile phone...
These fashionable electronic products and school supplies, the gifts that Mr. Chu gave her also have the same styles, but they are in different colors. Hers are all pink and tender, and girls will like bright colors.
Song Qiaoxi knows that these are very valuable. For junior high school students, IBM laptops, Nokia's latest 1-megapixel mobile phone, and Ipod mini are all luxury items.
Her eyes were attracted by two small sandalwood boxes.
These two palm-sized boxes looked a little old and exuded a faint fragrance.
After unpacking the gifts for a long time, Song Qiaoxi sat down beside Chu Jin with two boxes.
After opening it, I found that one box was an exquisite long-life lock, and the other was a pair of gold bracelets for the baby.
There is also an old black and white photo in the box where the bracelet is placed.
In the photo, it is a fat doll with fleshy flesh. The longevity lock is hung around the neck of the doll, and the pair of gold bracelets are also on the lotus root-like wrist.
"Chu Jin, who do you think this is?" Song Qiaoxi handed the photo to Chu Jin.
This should be Chu Jin's father, Chu Chengmin's childhood photo.
The longevity lock and the golden bracelet were both worn by Chu Jin's father when he was a child.
Chu Jin put down the book, took the photo, and looked at it for a long time.
The fat doll in the photo grinned brightly, and his eyes were narrowed into slits, like a meat dumpling. There was a row of small characters next to the photo, "Chengmin's birthday as a souvenir."
Glancing at the box, the longevity lock and gold bracelet that looked quite old, Chu Jin's heart suddenly softened.
The human heart is full of flesh, even a teenage child can feel whether others are sincere to him or not, and whether he is really good.
Having known Mr. Chu for so long, both emotionally and intellectually, Chu Jin was unwilling to believe those gossip news that Mr. Chu was the mastermind behind the death of his parents in a car accident.
He repeatedly reasoned about the conversation between the little uncle and Mr. Chu that day, and the strange reaction that the little uncle had when he saw him.
On the contrary, the more suspect is his little uncle.
But before the police investigated the truth, in any case, he couldn't see the old man who was related to him again with a peaceful mind, and he couldn't even make himself call him "Grandpa".
Although he knew it was wrong to think this way, Mr. Chu did admit that he forced his father to marry another woman, so his father and mother returned to Qizhou and never had any contact with the Chu family.
Lying alone in bed at night, Chu Jin once imagined, what if Grandpa didn't force Dad away
Can the tragedy of father and mother be avoided
It's all going to be different...
The hatred in his heart had been buried for eight years, and tracing the cause of his parents' death had long since become an obsession, all he wanted was justice.
Chu Jin felt the complicated pattern of the longevity lock in his hand, feeling complicated.
Song Qiaoxi was playing with a small gold bracelet in her hand, and gestured towards Chu Jin's wrist, "Wow, the child's wrist is so small? Can you bring it in?"
"You can't bring it in, only the baby can be brought in." Chu Jin looked up at her and replied softly, "It's my dad in the photo, he was only one year old at the time."
"Uncle Chu was so fat back then, so cute, like a meat dumpling?" Song Qiaoxi knew that he missed her father, her eyes were sore, and she tried her best to smile.
"Well." Chu Jin also smiled.
"Then, were you so chubby when you were young? I don't remember what you were like when you were very young. I didn't know you very well at that time. It seems that all cubs were so chubby when they were young." Song Qiaoxi deliberately Diverting the topic, he looked at the small bracelet in his hand towards the ceiling lamp in the living room.
"Maybe it is." Chu Jin also followed her hand, "Longevity locks and small bracelets are for babies."
When Song Qiaoxi heard him say this, her mind flashed and she stuck out her tongue, "Ah, you said that this is the case. Grandpa Chu gave you these because he wanted you to give birth to a son early? Could it be that the 'rich' all want to hug him as soon as possible? Great grandson?"
"..." Looking at Chu Jin's pale face, it turned pink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the roots of his ears were red.
He put down the small box with the longevity lock, only took the photo, turned around and walked towards the stairwell, "Song Qiaoxi, what nonsense are you talking about, watch less unreliable TV series..."
Song Qiaoxi: Young Master Sun, did I misunderstand
In TV dramas, it's really like that!
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The summer vacation in 2003 went by quickly, and after that day, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin's life was as usual.
Except for the assistant Mingzhe who brought the Chu family's servants to give gifts to the Song family from time to time, after a summer vacation, Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin never saw Mr. Chu again.
Mr. Chu did keep his promise at the time, and he would not disturb Chu Jin's daily life until the accident was investigated.
Because of the age of the car accident, investigation and evidence collection were difficult. Until Mother Song was about to take her two children back to Qizhou, there was no new news from the police.
Song Qiaoxi heard from her father that Mr. Chu had used a private investigator to join the investigation. In order to speed up the process, he also told Chu Jin to reassure him that Mr. Chu would give him an explanation.
During the summer vacation of the first and second year of junior high school, the academic pressure was much greater than that of junior high school students. During the whole winter vacation, Song Qiaoxi did not dare to relax a little bit even without Chu Jin's supervision, and did the winter vacation homework very seriously and previewed the homework for the second year of junior high school.
She was ranked twenty-fifth in the final exam of the first and second grades of the junior high school, and she was definitely able to enter the first experimental class of the second grade.
Thinking that the first experimental class were all top academic bullies like Chu Jin and Ding Miao, Song Qiaoxi shivered and swore secretly that she would never lose two good friends.
She knows that she is smart and smart, and she can only maintain her grades by putting in more effort after class.
It's the kind of person who looks like a scholar but can't fight for the core.
There was still a week before the second year of junior high school, Song Qiaoxi and the others set foot on the plane back to Qizhou.
On September 1, 2003, the Foreign Language School officially opened.
Song Qiaoxi got her wish and was assigned to the first experimental class. On the first day of school, she wore the school uniform, held Ding Miao's hand, followed by Chu Jin, and the three entered the classroom of the first experimental class of the second grade.
In the final exam before the summer vacation, the foreign language classes were reorganized according to the ranking. She saw a few familiar faces at the entrance of the first class of the experiment. Several students from the second class also passed the exam. Song Qiaoxi and the old classmates were enthusiastic. greet.
The "Little Gang of Five" who lacked Ding Yi came early today. In the morning, Song's mother drove them here, and Wang's mother went to Shanghai on a business trip.
Song's mother successfully got her driver's license last year and bought a silver-grey Citroen Picasso, which is convenient for commuting to and from get off work and occasionally pick up a few children.
There are many vacancies in the class, Song Qiaoxi glanced at it and was a little nervous standing in front of the podium. She leaned on Ding Miao's ear and asked, "Do you also sit casually in your class?"
"Well, are you and me at the same table?" Ding Miao nodded and put a hand on her shoulder.
Song Qiaoxi hugged Ding Miao's waist and was about to jump up happily, "Wow!"
She just wanted to sit with Ding Miao. At first, she thought she would wait for the teacher to come and reassign the seats. Unexpectedly, the first class of the experiment was also free to choose the same table.
Fourteen or five-year-old girls, of course, prefer to hang out with their best friends, and there are endless gossip and little secrets.
"Let's sit in the third row? You're no longer a dwarf." Ding Miao patted Song Qiaoxi's shoulder and looked at her height, "Although it's still much shorter than me?"
"Sister Miao's long legs are almost reaching my chest, so let's go to the third row..." Song Qiaoxi put on her toes, raised her chin and compared her height, Ding Miao was still several centimeters taller than her. , she turned her head and asked Chu Jin, "Are you still going to sit in the last row?"
"..." Chu Jin shrugged and smiled at her, straddled the schoolbag on one shoulder, walked straight to the last row with two long legs, and sat down in the corner.
He has grown to 1.8 meters, and his two long legs are supported by the seat as if there is nowhere to put them.
Ding Miao pulled Song Qiaoxi to sit in the middle of the third row, she turned around and glanced at the place where Chu Jing was sitting.
Indeed, he is so tall, sitting in the front row, it is estimated that he can't let go of his legs...
Just thinking about it, Ding Miao pinched her ears and whispered, "Hey, Xixi, do you still want to focus on sex over friends, and run to be at the same table with Chu Jin like a first grader?"
"Ah..." Song Qiaoxi turned her head, and when Ding Miao said this, she felt an inexplicable itch in her heart.
If she was six years old and had no concept of gender, she would definitely run to Chu Jin's side without hesitation holding a small schoolbag, the kind who couldn't be driven away by anyone.
But she is almost fourteen years old, and she already has a ignorant concept of the opposite sex. She knows that the male and female protagonists are too close, and they are going to be invited as parents.
What's more, although Song Qiaoxi wanted to sit at the same table with Chu Jin, she even wanted to be at the same table with Ding Miao.
The little girl's face was hot, but she was still stubborn, and she looked back at the back row of the classroom, "I don't have it. I looked back to see if there were any classmates I knew from the second class..."
"Hey! Miaomiao..." Song Qiaoxi grabbed Ding Miao's school uniform sleeve, "Look, who is also admitted to the first class?"
Following Song Qiaoxi's voice, Ding Miao found a familiar figure entering the back door of the classroom.
The boy wore gold-rimmed glasses, a black schoolbag, and a school uniform that was ironed neatly. Zhao Xin grew a lot taller in one summer vacation.
Zhao Xin was stunned for a few seconds when he saw the two of them looking at him, and then lowered his head in confusion.
"Zhao Xin! You are also admitted to a class?" Song Qiaoxi greeted Zhao Xin warmly, stood up from the chair and waved, "I'm sorry, I can't sit at the same table with you this year, and I even robbed you of the same table in elementary school. ."
"No, it's fine..." Zhao Xin blushed and waved at her.
Only then did Song Qiaoxi realize that Ding Miao had turned around and faced the shy boy with her back. She pulled Ding Miao, "Miao Miao, don't you say hello? Are you at the same table in elementary school?"
Ding Miao: "..."
I don't know what the two of them are embarrassed about. In the end, Song Qiaoxi failed to persuade Ding Miao and old classmate Zhao Xin to say hello.
She saw that Zhao Xin sat next to Chu Jin in the end, and Chu Jin's two long legs tucked in crampedly, giving Zhao Xin a place.
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One day in October 2003.
Qizhou's autumn this year is very comfortable, neither hot nor cold, and there is no wind.
During the big break, Song Qiaoxi felt a little sleepy, got up from her seat and walked to the last row of seats.
Chu Jin was not there, and was called away by the math teacher just now to talk about the competition. Because he was going to another teaching building, which was closer to the canteen, Song Qiaoxi asked him to bring two bottles of iced black tea back.
In the second grade, the first experimental class was assigned to the fourth floor, and the little girl was too lazy to climb the stairs.
She familiarly found the pure cotton sweater from the hole in Chu Jin's table, folded it into the shape of a small pillow, and returned to the seat to lie down comfortably.
Within two minutes of closing my eyes, I heard Ding Miao's excited voice, "Shenzhou 5 has successfully taken to the sky, and our country has its own astronauts!"
"Really?!" Song Qiaoxi opened her eyes, saw Ding Miao holding a newspaper in her hand, and put her head close, "Is it a male astronaut, called Yang Liwei?"
"Well, look, Yang Liwei said that you can't see the Great Wall in space, just as I thought." Ding Miao pushed up her glasses and spread the newspaper in front of Song Qiaoxi so that she could see more clearly.
Song Qiaoxi read the news carefully, and his attention was quickly drawn away by the food Yang Liwei ate in space, "He ate small moon cakes, kung pao chicken, white pork with garlic, eight treasures rice, green tea, and some fish balls in space? How small are mooncakes, mini mooncakes? What kind of stuffing, is it with five kernels? Oh, there are green and red silk in it, so scary... And in space, the food must be eaten in one bite, to prevent The residue floats away, it turns out to be like this, such a miraculous cold knowledge."
"Okay, you snack, let you see how powerful our motherland has become. You're better, you only care about what people eat in space." Ding Miao laughed angrily and put away the newspaper.
"Miaomiao, do you still want to be an astronaut?" Song Qiaoxi was no longer sleepy, and asked Ding Miao with her head tilted.
Ding Miao's eyes flashed, and she said solemnly: "Well, if you can't be an astronaut, you can be an aerospace engineer. I want to make a contribution to the country's aerospace industry. My university already has goals. I'm going to be admitted to Beihang University."
"It's good, my sister Miao's dream has never changed since she was a child." Song Qiaoxi said with a smile.
Ding Miao asked, "What about you, do you still dream of traveling around the world with Chu Jin?"
"Pfft haha, you all remember the jokes I made when I was a kid..." Song Qiaoxi shook her head and said, "I want to go to SVA, School of Visual Arts to learn photography, and Chu Jin and sister Qiu Meng both help me check it out. According to the information, the photography department there is the world's top, and there is no good photography major in China."
"Uncle Song said that he wants you to study abroad," Ding Miao nodded. "You are suitable for studying art. You have broad ideas and creativity. I am optimistic about you, a great photographer in the future."
"I also want to go out and have a look, but if I want to go to New York, it will take four years..." Song Qiaoxi pouted, and suddenly two bottles of iced black tea appeared in front of her.
"Thank you!" She raised her head and smiled at Chu Jin, and touched the bottle of iced black tea, "Huh? Why isn't it iced..."
"It's already October and you're still greedy for the cold. Aunt Qiao asked me to watch you and drink less ice." Chu Jin said lightly and went back to his seat.
After talking to Ding Miao again, Song Qiaoxi unscrewed the iced black tea and took a sip.
Song Qiaoxi really likes photography, and her parents also support her to study art. When Chu Jin is free, she will also help her to check the information of art schools and help her make plans. If high school wants to apply to a foreign school, what materials and materials do you need to prepare? take an exam.
She suddenly thought of one thing, as if Chu Jin had never said, what university did he want to go to, what major did he want to study
Then tonight, ask him about it.
That night, after dinner, it was still the two children who washed the dishes and cleaned the table.
Song Qiaoxi leaned against the sink, watching Chu Jin wash the rag for her and hand it over.
After taking the rag, Song Qiaoxi didn't rush to the restaurant to wipe the table. She touched the warm rag and asked, "Have you thought about where to go to college, or any major you want to study?"
Chu Jin put all the dishes in the sink and started to wash the dishes. He answered her without raising his head: "Computer major, I haven't figured out where to go."
"The best computer science major in China is Tsinghua University, right? You have such good grades, you will definitely be admitted to Tsinghua University." She thought about it and expressed her opinion.
Chu Jin laughed twice, raised his head, and stared at her with bright eyes, "Hey, then I will stay in China and rely on Tsinghua University. Are you going to study SVA in New York? We are one domestic and one foreign?"
Not understanding what's funny about this, Song Qiaoxi pouted and said, "You and I want to learn something different. If you like photography, we can go to New York together, right? You don't like art, and you've loved it since you were a child. Programming, you should go to learn computer, and your level, you should go to the best school to learn computer... "
"I see, you don't have to worry about me," Chu Jin's voice was soft but firm, "You just need to think about yourself and decide where you want to go."
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Song Qiaoxi always felt at ease in the life of the newspaper compound.
She was surrounded by little friends who grew up together, familiar uncles and aunts, and a few grandparents who had been friends with each other.
Even if she has grown to 1.63 meters and is a slender girl, it seems that as long as she still lives in this human-like courtyard, time seems to stand still.
Everyone still thought that Song Qiaoxi was the glutinous dumpling who had two short legs and greeted everyone with a milky voice.
In the eyes of the old neighbors and neighbors of the compound, she is still the little glutinous ball.
In the autumn of 2003, in the courtyard, she would walk with Chu Jin at night, deliberately bicker with Grandpa Sun, and listen to his bragging.
Sometimes when I watch a few old grandpas play high enough, compete for the top, or protect the emperor, they will deliberately wink at grandpa grandpa to let him win.
In the spring of 2004, good news came from the courtyard that Xia Qiumeng's heart surgery was a success. After a good rest for a year or two, Qiu Meng can live the life she wants like a normal girl.
In 2004, the year after Song Qiaoxi's second year of junior high, the Xia family returned to the courtyard, and Song Qiaoxi and his friends prepared a welcome party for Sister Qiu Meng.
Cheng Lidong also came, he was taller and stronger, still standing beside the pale and thin Qiu Meng.
According to the adults, Lidong brother gave up Fudan's recommended places and stayed in Qizhou to go to Shanda.
The return of Sister Qiu Meng seems to have filled the piece of the courtyard puzzle that was missing in Song Qiaoxi's heart.
During the winter vacation of 2005, the "Little Five People Gang" had one semester left before the senior high school entrance examination.
This winter vacation, several families are not ready to toss their children, let them honestly celebrate the New Year in Qizhou.
Wang Junyang did not return to the Shanghai market, Ding Miao and Ding Yi did not return to Taicheng, and even the Song family canceled their plan to return to Taicheng on the second day of the new year.
On the first day of the holiday, the "Little Gang of Five" gathered in Chujin's boiler room as usual.
"Iron Teeth Bronze Teeth Ji Xiaolan" is on TV. Huang Ama is still the emperor, but without Xiaoyanzi and Ziwei, he has become the iron triangle of Heshen, Ji Xiaolan and Emperor Qianlong.
Ding Yi had Song Qiaoxi's Ipod mini in his ear and was listening to Leehom Wang's new song "Sun and Moon in My Heart". He was drawing with a sketchbook in his hand, and looked up at a few of his partners from time to time, as if he was afraid of being discovered. Like drawing something.
Song Qiaoxi didn't want to study today, lying on Chu Jin's bed watching "Contemporary Music", Ding Miao also leaning on the bed, holding a small BenQ MP3, listening to Feier Band's "Lydia" and flipping through "National Geographic" .
Wang Junyang was playing games with Chu Jin's laptop.
Chu Jin was still reading books and doing problems at the desk, and the house was in harmony.
Until Wang Junyang was tired from playing, stretched out, went to the chest of drawers at the door to find some snacks, and glanced at Ding Yi when he passed by.
He petrified it on the spot and grabbed Ding Yi's picture clip.
Song Qiaoxi raised her head from the magazine and saw Wang Junyang's eyes staring like copper bells, her wheat-colored cheeks redder than the monkey's butt, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? What did Ding Yi draw?"
She stood up and jumped to the end of the bed, trying to get a glimpse of what was being drawn.
"I think you'd better not look at it..." Wang Junyang hid the picture folder behind him and shook his head in a panic.
"What!" Ding Miao took off her earphones, got off the bed, grabbed the picture clip and handed it to Song Qiaoxi, and the two little girls froze in place.
"Ding Yi!" Song Qiaoxi was so angry that her chest was blocked and her face was so hot.
Sure enough, I guessed right wow, it turns out that over the years, the cartoons of her and Chu Jin in the post bar were really drawn by him!
No, he just paints it. The style of painting was quite normal before, but what is he painting now...
"Brother stinky, look, I won't blow your dog's head!" Ding Miao rolled up his sleeves and walked over to Ding Yi with a fierce look.
Ding Yi took off his earphones in a panic, and walked out the door without his jacket on, even the most precious picture clip, "Ah, I, I didn't mean to, wow, the post bar is urging updates, and I'm also a person. Involuntarily..."
"I'll help you catch him back!" Wang Junyang rushed out like a whirlwind.
Ding Miao moved her wrist and chased out.
Song Qiaoxi held the picture clip in her hand, and she always felt that the picture clip was "hot", neither she nor Chu Jin was left in the room.
The slight sound of a chair rubbing against the ground, a few steady footsteps.
A shadow fell before her.
"What did you draw?" Before Song Qiaoxi could hide it, Chu Jin took the picture clip from Song Qiaoxi's hand with a pair of slender, pale hands, just like in the comics.
These hands, in Ding Yi's comics, tightly pinched Song Qiaoxi and lifted the slender waist of her clothes.