"Hey, it's not me and you..." Song Qiaoxi said in a panic, trying to grab the picture clip back.
"Huh?" Chu Jin was about 1.8 meters tall, raised his arms and quickly flipped through Ding Yi's portfolio.
Song Qiaoxi's words are really trying to hide the truth. The girl in the comic has long curly hair like her. Even the school uniform is a classic uniform in foreign languages, and the schoolbag is also her Jansport schoolbag.
The boy in the painting has exactly the same hairstyle and face shape as Chu Jin. Just glance at the dialog box, and the conversation between the two is too numb.
In the painting, Chu Jin takes a bite of "Xiao Xixi", "Baby", "Heart and Liver"...
In the comics, Song Qiaoxi said the most is "Uh...", and he was gagged at every turn, pinching his waist and pressing against the wall.
Fortunately, the hottest scene was the page they read.
The scene in the comic is also on the single bed in the boiler room, and the furnishings in the room are the same. Song Qiaoxi is lying on the bed, the school uniform shirt is pulled out of the skirt, the buttons on the hem of the shirt are unbuttoned, revealing a thin section Slender waist.
One hand on her waist was holding the flesh around her waist, and the other hand was holding her hands, raising it above her head.
The curly-haired girl's neck was raised high, revealing a fragile neck, and the boy's lips were very close to her neck...
I have to say, Ding Yi's details are too good, and Chu Jin's sharply articulated hands are well drawn
"Ah, don't look, this is all a mess, give it back to me!" No matter how Song Qiaoxi jumped, she couldn't reach Chu Jin's picture clip, "Give it to me!"
Not to mention, Xueba is Xueba, and Chu Jin finished flipping through Ding Yi's portfolio in a very short time.
After reading the comic, Chu Jin handed the picture clip to Song Qiaoxi.
The little girl closed the portfolio with a click, hid the entire sketchbook behind her, stared at Chu Jin vigilantly, and leaned against the bookshelf.
He met the little girl's almond eyes that were flushed at the end of her eyes and her face flushed with anxiety, and he didn't want to deliberately tease her anymore at this moment.
Fifteen or sixteen-year-olds know more than little girls of the same age, and some private topics that boys can talk about are always larger.
Even if Chu Jin hadn't joined Wang Junyang and Ding Yi's topic, when the two of them occupied his room to watch movies, Chu Jin took the initiative to go out and leave the boiler room to the two boys.
All in all, in a word, I have never eaten pork and seen a pig run, not...
"Well, I saw it, it's not me and you that drew." Chu Jin shook his head with a smile, walked back to the desk with his long legs, pulled out the chair and sat down, and picked up the pen again.
"That's right, it's not us who drew it!" Song Qiaoxi nodded firmly and heaved a sigh of relief, "See if I don't blow up Ding Yi's dog head and let him draw these messy little Huangmans, I'm going to tell Uncle Ding to go, no Learn something."
Chu Jin saw her puffed up look like a cute puffer fish, but couldn't help but play with her heart and wanted to tease her.
I don't know why, but Chu Jin always wanted to tease her recently, liked to see her angry, and even liked to be coaxed by him after she got angry.
The young man coughed and raised his eyelids with interest.
Chu Jin turned around and said to Song Qiaoxi with a smile, "Cough, don't you think Ding Yi's paintings are messy? Actually, I think...the paintings are pretty good."
The little girl standing beside the bookshelf, her ears were so red that her ears were dripping blood.
The winter vacation of 2005 started with Ding Yi being beaten up.
However, Ding Yi, who had experienced the "severe beating", soon cheered up again.
When everything returned to normal, he took a new portfolio, put it in front of Song Qiaoxi, and smiled ingratiatingly, "Xixi, I won't draw meat in the future, oh, actually I didn't draw meat before, it's all meat scum. .. ... Do you know the meaning of meat residue? I can always draw Shimizu in the future, right? You don't know how popular you guys are on the Tieba!"
In the next second, Ding Miao's hand twisted onto Ding Yi's ear.
"Ah, I don't paint anymore..." Ding Yi quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong, sister, spare my life, my dog's life is worthless, spare me... "
During this winter vacation, the little friends of the "Little Gang of Five" were on the surface as usual, chatting and laughing, but in fact, everyone had their own precautions in their hearts.
If it is said that Ding Yi was only separated from everyone when he moved from elementary school to junior high school, he went to the second middle school attached to the normal school.
In another semester, when the third year of junior high school graduates, several friends are about to face the first separation in their lives.
It seems that growing up means parting again and again.
Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin are going to high school in Beijing. It is a certainty. The Song family's parents have already told a few old friends, and the children will naturally know.
"I think the two of you will never be separated for the rest of your life?" Ding Miao looked at Song Qiaoxi enviously.
Song Qiaoxi smiled embarrassedly, "I don't know if the high school will be assigned to a class, we have to re-take the school placement test when we go there, the textbooks in Beijing schools are different from ours, and we will have to make up classes this summer. …”
"You have someone to accompany you, but I'm going to the Shanghai stock market by myself. My parents are so cruel, they asked me to go to the UK to study preparatory courses as soon as I graduate from high school." Wang Junyang closed his laptop, stretched out, and scratched his head.
Wang Junyang has been clearly arranged by Wang's mother to return to the Shanghai Stock Exchange from high school and live at his least favorite grandmother's house.
Now Wang Junyang, the dialect of Shanghai stock market has been very slippery, and his uncle helped him find an international school in Shanghai stock market. After graduating from high school, he went directly to the United Kingdom to study the preparatory course of business management.
"I just want to play games, sigh, it would be great if I could make money playing games, how about learning business management, and come back to manage my mother's beauty salon?" Wang Junyang grimaced and took out a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth .
Ding Yi scribbled and drew on the sketchbook, raised his head and smiled at Wang Junyang, "You second-generation rich, why waste money in the UK, just finish high school and inherit the family property."
"Wang Junyang, if you are really talented, you can make money playing games." Chu Jin rarely joined their conversation, put down his pen, and said to Wang Junyang, "I read a piece of news that in 2003, eSports became recognized by the General Administration of Sports. If you play well in games, you can consider taking the route of professional e-sports.”
"Professional e-sports? Damn, is such a foreign name really a job?" Wang Junyang was stunned.
"It's a profession. For example, the World of Warcraft you play has competitions. However, e-sports is a new profession, and it will be very hard to do it." Chu Jin paused, and then said, "There is no job in this world. It's easy, but it's almost impossible to find a job with more money and less work closer to home."
"Alas..." Wang Junyang and Ding Yi sighed together.
"Brother Jin, you are too realistic..." Ding Yi pushed his glasses, turned his head to look at Wang Junyang and said, "However, in 2008, we both graduated from high school, and I want to take the Central Academy of Arts, my sister. If we are going to take the Beihang exam, we will go to Beijing to see you at the Olympics? Wang Junyang didn’t go abroad at that time, did he?”
"Definitely not. I still have to apply for a visa or something. Then we agreed to see you in Beijing in 2008?" Wang Junyang shook his head.
"Okay, we agreed to see you in Beijing in 2008!" Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand, looked at the sparkling eyes of several partners, and smiled at everyone.
"Well, see you in Beijing!" Ding Miao put her hand on the back of her hand and smiled.
Then Ding Yi's hand was placed on the back of Ding Miao's hand, and Wang Junyang's hand was placed on Ding Yi's hand.
Chu Jin stood up and walked over. His long and slender hand stretched out and hesitated for a while, and in the next second, Song Qiaoxi pressed it on the back of Wang Junyang's hand.
Looking up at Chu Jin's bottomless eyes, the little girl smiled playfully.
Song Qiaoxi squeezed the hands of a few friends as she did when she was a child, "So, shall we see you in Beijing in 2008?"
"See you soon!"
Less than 20 square meters, in the small boiler room, five boys and girls put their hands together.
Nine years ago, Song Qiaoxi folded the hands of his friends at the door of the boiler room.
After so many years, the friendship and fetters between several children have deepened.
Even in the near future, children will experience separation, and everyone will face this strange world independently, but this friendship that grew up together will never dissipate.
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The New Year in 2005 was a joyous and lively event for the neighbors of the compound.
It's just that this year has been full of surprises and sadness for the Song family.
Song Qiaoxi was woken up by her mother in the early morning of the fifth day of the new year.
She fell into a daze, and in a trance, she heard her mother's cold hand touching her face and said softly, "Xixi, get dressed, grandma, grandma passed away..."
Suddenly awake, Song Qiaoxi sat up from the bed, staring at her mother whose eyes were red, her chest tightened.
Mom hugged her gently and touched her hair, Song Qiaoxi wanted to cry, but couldn't cry.
This is Song Qiaoxi, who has lived for two lifetimes, the first time he is exposed to death.
Grandma Song is three years older than Grandpa Song. She is eighty-six years old. She has never been blind or deaf, and her legs and feet are good. Everyone says she can live to be a hundred years old.
The old lady walked in her sleep, and there was no sign. The doctor said that there was no pain, but she was old and died of natural causes.
Among the three sons of the Song family, Song Jianguo is the youngest son, who can be regarded as a son in his later years.
The three sons are very filial and have a harmonious relationship. Because the eldest brother of the Song family inherited the old house from his parents, the old man usually lives with the eldest brother.
In the daily life of the old man and the old lady, a nanny was invited to greet him at the home of the old house, and the three brothers shared the cost of the nanny.
During the festivals, the three families get together, the elderly and children are happy, and the concubines are in harmony.
On the day of Mrs. Song's funeral, her mother found Song Qiaoxi a dark sweater and fleece trousers. She replaced the red and white sweater and skirt that was festive for the New Year, and replaced it with a long black down jacket, with a pin on the sleeve." filial piety" word.
When she came out of the room, she saw that Chu Jin was neatly dressed and was waiting for her at the door.
Mrs. Song had a good relationship during her lifetime, and the old neighbors near the old house, neighbors, and colleagues from the previous unit all came to mourn.
It's all adults who are busy, Song Qiaoxi's uncle, aunt, second uncle, second aunt, and parents are busy in the old house.
The cousin of the uncle's family has already worked, and the brother of the second uncle's family has also gone to college. Both of them look like adults, helping the family to welcome and send them.
Here, there is basically nothing to do with her, an underage child, and it is impossible to help if you want to help.
Song Qiaoxi had to move a bench and sit in the old house, with Chu Jin by her side.
Looking at the crowd of people coming and going, listening to the unfamiliar uncles and aunts talking, Song Qiaoxi could perceive that there didn't seem to be too much sentimental atmosphere at grandma's funeral.
Most of the people who came were kind, and even many of them were smiling.
"The three children of the Song family are all filial, and the children take good care of the old lady. It's a blessing that God didn't suffer. When you get old, you may be recalled by the King of Hell at any time. There's nothing you can do."
"Yeah, the old lady is blessed with longevity and a happy death. It's not a natural or man-made disaster. It's really good, right?"
"Isn't it true, with both happiness and longevity, the Song family's children and grandchildren are all promising. The three sons work well, the family is harmonious, and the daughter-in-law has no conflicts. It's good."
"Yeah, the whole family is blessed, both grandsons have a book, the little granddaughter studies well and grows well, all very well... "
…
Song Qiaoxi heard that what everyone said the most was "blessed" and "all good".
"Why, when grandma is gone, everyone is not very sad? It seems that Dad and Uncle don't feel sad?" Song Qiaoxi pulled her sleeves and asked in confusion.
Xu Shi has cried several times in the past few days. She opened her mouth and her voice became hoarse.
Chu Jin rubbed her hair, went to the main room and poured a glass of warm water over and handed it to her.
Seeing her drink half a cup, Chu Jin squatted down, and she usually said softly, "Maybe it's because people leave, they leave. But for those who are alive, life will continue, and there are still people counting on them, if adults don't control them. Emotions, showing a breakdown, what about the kids?"
"..." Song Qiaoxi thought about it, it seemed like this.
She had never seen her parents collapse. They were like two mountains, always standing calmly behind her.
It seems that nothing in the world is difficult for them.
Perhaps it was because they became fathers and mothers, because of this title, because there were children who were counting on them, that they were allowed to shoulder that responsibility.
"Xixi, do everything, sit in the yard and it's cold, don't let the wind blow." Mom hurried over, holding two scarves in her hands and tying them around the necks of the two children, "Sit in the room and take a look TV or something, drink more water."
After speaking, Song's mother hurriedly went to entertain the guests who entered the door.
A few minutes after Mom left, Dad Song also came over and put a handful of nuts in their hands.
Papa Song pinched Song Qiaoxi's face and smiled lightly, "There's still a while for lunch, so eat some dried fruit to pad your stomach first, don't be afraid, Dad is here."
After that, Father Song patted Chu Jin's shoulder again, "I've done my best, I ran with you Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao for several days, and took care of Xixi for me."
"Well, Uncle Song, you are busy, I will accompany her." Chu Jin nodded and said calmly.
Mom and Dad are so busy, they still have to think about them.
At this time, Song Qiaoxi felt that all she could do was not to cause trouble for the adults.
In the corner of the Song family's old house, there is a big locust tree.
The branches of the locust tree in winter are bare, and occasionally a few small house sparrows land on it, chirping twice.
Song Qiaoxi raised her head and glanced at the sparrows on the tree, she still felt as if a piece was missing, empty.
When my grandmother was alive, she was impartial to her two brothers and she was not at all like some old ladies who prefer sons to daughters.
Even the grandmother and grandfather of the Song family will love her only little granddaughter more.
The two old people remembered all her preferences and knew that the little granddaughter likes to eat all kinds of sweet and sour dishes. Every time she came to the old house, there were sweet and sour pork ribs and sweet and sour pork on the table; She always learns the tricks in magazines and knits beautiful woolen hats and gloves for her; in summer, she freezes sweet and crisp plums and cherries in well water.
Song Qiaoxi is sad, she misses her grandma.
She wanted to hold back her tears and not cry, but every time she thought of her grandmother's laughter and saw the photo of her grandmother in the middle of the main room, she was still so sad that she couldn't control her tears at all...
Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi's hands were wrapped in a pair of warm, slightly damp hands.
Looking down, Chu Jin held her hand.
"Do you remember, when I was a child, Grandpa Sun told me to remember how happy my parents were, because my parents just wanted to see the smiling faces of their children." Chu Jin paused, and looked carefully at Song Qiaoxi's swollen cry. Appears bigger eyes, soft voice.
He held the two cold little hands in his hands tighter, "Grandma Song definitely only wants to see your family laughing, so Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao don't want to cry, right?"
The little girl in front of her nodded with tears in her eyes.
Her eyes were red, the tip of her nose was also red, and her pale face was hidden in a white fluffy scarf.
The corners of Song Qiaoxi's rosy mouth moved, as if she was using all her strength to pull out a smile, and said softly, "Well, grandma would definitely like to see us laugh."