Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Song Qiaoxi tossed and didn't sleep well last night, because she was too tossing, she was patted her little **** twice by her mother.

She has been secretly worried, today is August 24, Saturday.

Today, several adults will have a meeting with Aunt Gao of the neighborhood committee and the leader of the newspaper to discuss how to resolve the issue of Chu Jin's stay.

Also this Saturday, Wang Junyang returned from his grandparents' house, and Ding Yi also memorized the nine-nine multiplication table and obtained the "permission" to go out to play.

In view of the fact that there are not many days to be at ease before school, when the "Little Three Gang" meets at a fixed time, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi knocked on Song Qiaoxi's door on time at 2:30 in the afternoon.

Mother Song pushed out the girl who had just finished her lunch break with Chu Jin: "You take your little brother and go for a run. Auntie will fry the shrimp chips in the evening. Yang Yang and Yi are thinking about coming back home to get them."

Starting today, they have officially become the "Little Four* Gang".

Several children were born and raised in a compound, how could they not know Chu Jin, who is like the little prince.

Although, in Wang Junyang's view, he is now more like the prince in "The Wandering Prince".

But do you want to say that Chu Jin is a "partner"?

That must not be. At least Wang Junyang and Ding Yi didn't admit that he was a partner, and now it was only because of Song Qiaoxi's face that they took him to play together.

Song Qiaoxi "Left Blue Dragon" Wang Junyang, "Right White Tiger" Ding Yi, Chu Jin still held the book in his hands, and moved a distance from the three of them, and followed them not far or near.

No matter how Xiao Nuo Tuan beckoned and called him, Chu Jin just didn't walk side by side with them.

After thinking about it, maybe Chu Jin is more introverted, right?

It doesn't matter, let him get in touch with Wang Junyang and Ding Yi little by little, and everyone will become good partners.

Wang Junyang proposed to go to their secret base, the abandoned boiler room of the compound, to play hide-and-seek. The area was a bungalow, very close to the family building, with a few big locust trees backed, and it was very shady.

He fetched a piece of Great Unity from his trouser pocket, dangling it in front of Song Qiaoxi and the others, blinking mysteriously: "Wait."

Wang Junyang ran to the canteen, and after a short while, he ran back with a few pieces of Wangzai crushed ice in his arms.

Song Qiaoxi took a breath.

Good guy, really good guy!

Worthy of being a "big money", Wang Jun always carried several pieces of great unity pocket money in his pocket.

Ask your partners to eat ice in summer and roast sweet potatoes, candied haws, and rice noodles in winter. The shots are super generous.

Seeing Wang Junyang holding four Wangzi crushed ice, Song Qiaoxi was very happy, smiling sweetly and saying "thank you" to him.

I thought that my friends would be a little bit resistant to Chu Jin, but I didn't expect everyone to accept him so quickly.

The four children still maintained the wonderful formation of three in the front and one in the back, all the way to the door of the boiler room.

All the four popsicles slammed in front of Song Qiaoxi.

Wang Junyang’s complexion is healthy wheat, his thin single eyelids narrowed his smile, and the boy who has not changed his voice has a tender and clear voice: "Xixi, what do you eat?"

"It's the same, peach and grapes are for you two, I will eat...I can eat whichever of the remaining two flavors!"

The crisp childish sound of the glutinous dumplings and the cicadas sang, letting a hint of coolness drift through in the August afternoon.

She knew that Wang Junyang and Ding Yi both liked peaches and grapes, leaving these two flavors behind, and they could eat both flavors by breaking them apart.

Taking away the crushed ice of strawberries and lactic acid bacteria, Song Qiaoxi came to Chu Jin and asked with her face up: "Which one do you like strawberry or lactic acid bacteria, or both?"

The boy didn't respond.

Her little head suddenly came to light, thinking of Wangzi's smashed ice slogan, her head crooked and said wittyly: "Then, half of you, half of me, you are my good partner!"

Chu Jin closed the book, pursed his mouth in a straight line, and looked down at her.

Nuo Tuanzi leaned back with a small face and sweated slightly on his forehead, and his apricot eyes were shining, and the curly double ponytails swept restlessly on his shoulders.

Just now Nuo Danzi called himself a "good partner"?

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi are her "good partners".

They all have complete families, love their parents, and the three of them grew up together and formed a small group of "gang of three".

When I was still living in the compound, I always saw the three of them stuck together, and they didn't separate anywhere.

Chu Gu has long since ceased to be the "pride of heaven" in the eyes of others.

The passing of his parents and the days when he was abandoned more than once this year made him clearly realize that he and Song Qiaoxi were no longer children of the same world.

And the soft and cute little Nuo Tuan in front of her, she is kind and caring to everyone around her.

This week without Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, he thought...that she only...

I am not special at all...

When Chu Jin thought of this, an uncontrollable strange emotion came out from the bottom of his heart.

He couldn't tell whether it was annoyance, frustration, or irritability.

Holding the book tightly in his arms, he clenched his lower lip and straightened his back. He walked around the milky glutinous dumplings and spit out two words coldly, "Don't eat."

Go straight to the abandoned boiler room, push open the old iron door, and enter without looking back.

"Chuck", the door closed with a loud sound.

Song Qiaoxi was stunned, and he was full of worry when he saw the capitalized "unhappy" in his eyes.

Staring at the two pieces of crushed ice in his hand, it has already begun to melt.

"He's crazy, he doesn't eat or eats, why is he angry! I really think he is the little prince, the prince in "The Wandering Prince"...Um..."

Wang Junyang jumped to Song Qiaoxi's side, holding half of Grape Bing in his hand and deliberately said loudly.

Song Qiaoxi gagged her mouth with ice without saying the second half.

Ding Yi pushed his glasses with wet fingers, leaned in without any hurry, and whispered: "Yes, Xixi, you have eaten both of them, so you don’t want to share with him. Anyone who doesn’t know how to be polite is not worthy of joining us’ three. help'!"

Shaking her head a little disappointed, Song Qiaoxi said solemnly to the two partners: "Chu Jin did not ignore people. He is not familiar with you now. Some people are more introverted. When you come in contact with them, you will find that they are very warm people. , Chu Jinhe, he will care about people..."

There is still something behind, because I can't say it because I'm shy.

She felt that Chu Jin was the little prince, and the prince who was in trouble was also the prince.

Nuo Tuanzi's voice is crisp and sweet, and with the summer wind through the broken glass window, he stumbles into the boiler room.

Sitting on the spool bench in the corner, Chu Jin heard clearly, blinked unnaturally, and bit his lip.

The current self is just a cumbersome no one wants. Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao just pity him.

His parents taught him since he was a child, and he could take care of himself at a very young age without causing trouble to others.

What I want now is a place that can shelter from the wind and rain. I have a steamed bun a day to eat, and I just need to go to school.

Mom and Dad named him a single name with the word "Exhaust", hoping that he will do his best and leave no room for it.

He is patient, and now he is far from exhausted.

Chu Jin looked up and looked around the dilapidated boiler room.

Maybe this place can become his short-term "safe haven"?

If you want revenge, you must grow up, become stronger, and endure hardship, just like Dantes...

Quietly in the boiler room, Wang Junyang didn't wait for the imaginary mutual frustration, and because of Song Qiaoxi's maintenance of Chu Jin, he squatted angrily on the ground and sniffed the grape-flavored Wangzi's crushed ice.

Song Qiaoxi ate the lactic acid bacteria-flavored crushed ice. The strawberries melted quickly, so Wang Junyang and Ding Yi took a bite for you and I took a bite.

After that, she worked so hard to persuade the two boys to play hide-and-seek with Chu Jin.

The two boys agreed that they agreed, but they still held their heads, copying their hands in their trouser pockets, sullenly kicking stones on the concrete floor at the door of the boiler room.

You push me from time to time, and I will slap you with a reluctant face.

Alas, they are really naive.

In front of the dilapidated iron door of the boiler room, Song Qiaoxi shook her head with emotion, took a deep breath and pushed open the dilapidated door.

Small dust floating in the air in the hut of more than ten square meters, filled with a stuffy smell of tide.

The pale boy was holding a thick book, sitting on the spool bench in the corner with his back straight, his eyes slowly sweeping across the pages of the book.

Curiosity killed the cat. I saw him holding this book several times, and I wanted to let him tell it to myself, but then I forgot to watch the cartoon.

Nuo Tuanzi asked subconsciously, "What kind of story does "The Count of Monte Cristo" tell? Does it look good?"

Ah, what she obviously wants to ask is, do you want to play hide-and-seek together...

"nice."

Chu Jin didn't look up, and answered her indifferently.

It seems that I am really angry. I only want to answer one of the two questions?

Song Qiaoxi scratched her head.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into embarrassment.

After adjusting his emotions, he just wanted to open his mouth and ask him if he wanted to play hide and seek together. The iron door of the boiler room squeaked open.

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi pushed in and quickly closed the door.

"My dad, your dad, and your dad are all outside, as well as Aunt Gao and a familiar uncle. They are probably leaders."

Wang Junyang stretched out his index finger and lowered his voice. "Point soldiers and commanders" pointed at Ding Yi and Song Qiaoxi, and at the door. Finally, when he talked about "leadership", he stood up and gestured, indicating that the man had a big belly.

There are several rows of bungalows next to their boiler room, where family members of the employees of the newspaper printing plant live, and next to the boiler room is the compound neighborhood committee office.

Song Qiaoxi remembered that these adults would have a meeting in the afternoon to discuss Chu Jin's problem.

Was the meeting place here?

It's also a coincidence.

After struggling in her heart, she hesitantly said to her friends with a voice: "Would you like to listen?"

The "Little Gang of Three" hasn't done anything for a long time. Wang Junyang and Ding Yi raised their hands in agreement for the first time. Their two small faces were filled with excitement, and they immediately put the unhappiness behind them.

Song Qiaoxi was hesitant. Before, she made up her mind to be a good baby who doesn't cause trouble. However, this matter is related to Chu Jin, and she can't wait to know the first-hand information of the meeting.

"Chu Jin, shall we go together? The adults will discuss your business."

Twisting his hands and feet, he walked to the corner of the boiler room, Nuo Tuanzi hung down on his knees with his hands, and asked him in a low voice.

Seeing that the other party raised his head and his eyes flickered, he made a decision for him.

The little meaty hand pulled up his wrist and dragged the person to the door, but Chu Jin didn't struggle behind him.

Song Qiaoxi guessed that her parents wanted Chu Jin to live at home, of course she hoped that he would know the good news as soon as possible.

Gestures to Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, who were blowing wind at the door, and the four children sneaked out of the boiler room with their waists up.