Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

"Chu Jin, come and see, it's a real piano, not the organ in the classroom!"

Song Qiaoxi opened the piano stool, rubbed her hand against the soft leather stool, and greeted Chu Jin to come over.

I want him to be the first person to sit on the piano bench and try this piano.

It has always been a little glutinous group with the character of "Can't hide dry food in the doghouse". At this moment, I can bear it very hard, holding back the inner mood of wanting to lift the piano lid and play indiscriminately.

"How about it, children? Surprise!" Father Song carried the last bag of things, put it heavily on the floor of the living room, and leaned forward with great interest.

"Surprise, the piano is so cool!"

Raising her small face and replied excitedly to her father, Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin still standing on the spot, so she pulled him over and sat down on the piano bench.

Then gently lifted the heavy cover, and the piano's 88 black and white keys were shiny, as if waxed.

He stretched out his finger and poked Chu Jin's arm, "Will you play "Castle in the Sky" again? I really want to listen to it again. Wow, Mom and Dad have never heard of it."

"Ok......"

Chu Jin finally had a reaction. He nodded stupidly and adjusted the distance between the piano stool and the piano. A pair of slender and pale, as if the hands that were born to play the piano touched the keys.

Qiao Qin asked a tuner to tune the piano in advance. This Yamaha upright piano has a pure sound, and every melody emitted by the piano box is intoxicating.

Chu Jin’s hands are dancing on the keyboard, and the beautiful sound is sometimes like a butterfly with wings spreading out, elven-like wings fluttering in the mountains and rivers, sometimes like the gentle breeze in the valley, sweeping all the fragrance of birds and flowers, presenting the beauty of nature In front of me.

At the end of the song, Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin looked at each other, and their eyes both looked at each other with surprise.

This piano, I really bought it right!

If you knew that Chu Jinqin played so well, he should have given the child a piano early, didn't he?

The little boy is not like Wang Junyang who is obsessed with the games of the Xiaobawang learning machine, nor does he like to watch cartoons and cartoons. Elementary school bully Dingmiao will relax for a while, watch TV dramas with Song Qiaoxi and others, and talk about gossip.

It seems that Chu Jin can't do anything other than reading, writing questions, and practicing calligraphy.

"Piapiapia"

Song Qiaoxi took the lead in applauding, and she raised her head vigorously to wink her parents' eyes.

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin also applauded warmly.

"Exhaust, can I discuss something with you?" Father Song took the opportunity to talk, walked to Chu Jin's side, and put his hand on his thin shoulder, "You don't need to continue to promise now, you can think about it slowly, uncle Auntie thought, I’ll keep this room for you. You see, the piano is also there. Usually you are tired from studying, so you can play the piano. If Xixi is willing to learn, you can teach her easily. Just play it happily."

"Yes, try to think slowly, don't worry, anyway, the piano can't run with long legs."

Mother agreed.

Song Qiaoxi heard "the piano runs with long legs" and laughed "Puff", ran to the spacious piano bench and "squeezed oil" with Chu Jin, sitting next to him.

Raising her little face and smiling brightly, she was so happy that she put her chin on Chu Jin's shoulder.

Above his head was Father Song's hearty laugh, and Chu Jin's eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and there seemed to be water splashes swaying gently.

The boy's face was handsome and pale, he hadn't noticed it himself, and the corners of his mouth curled up with an imperceptible arc.

It seems that a heavy stone in my heart finally fell.

"Do you want to learn to play the piano?"

Chu Jin turned his head and looked down at her, and asked softly.

"Wow, but I don’t know if piano is as easy to learn as English?" He poked his fingers twice on the keys and stuck out his tongue. Nuo Dangzi smiled faintly, "What if I can’t play well? Will you? Fierce me?"

Father Song licked the curly hair of his daughter, and said solemnly: "Little Chu is exhausted, you must be strict when you are a teacher. Only a strict teacher can make a good disciple. Xixi will leave it to you. Then we will prepare a small ruler. If she doesn't Practice the desertion, you can beat the palm of your hand."

"Dad..." The dumpling uttered a tragic howl, his mouth muttering high.

"Xixi, I will try my best to learn in the future, don't draw, dance or anything. It's not long for me to fish for three days and hang on the net for two days."

Mother took the opportunity to reveal her old Dier, the first and second grade, several interest classes registered on a whim, and none of Song Qiaoxi persisted.

"Let's go out to eat at noon today. How about going to the'Black Land' at the entrance of the compound to eat Northeastern cuisine?"

Dad squeezed Song Qiaoxi's small fleshy face, and the girl was also amused enough, choosing what she liked the most.

"Wow! I haven't eaten Northeastern cuisine for a long time. I want to eat three fresh vegetables, steamed meat wrapped in a pot, Northeastern stew, dried tofu skin with hot peppers, big lapi, corn with pine nuts, sauerkraut stewed big bones, and I want to eat braised pork Salmon, Candied Sweet Potatoes and Sorbet Bean Paste"

He took his fingers and counted the dishes he likes to eat, licked his lips, and let out a "gululu" sound in his belly.

"Okay, let's order whatever you want. As long as our girl is not big-eyed and small, can we order anything?"

Father Song had a smirk on his face and deliberately continued to tease her.

Hearing what his father said, Nuo Tuanzi began to count carefully with his fingers, picking and choosing to see how many dishes were left.

The little head tilted, turning his head to hug his father’s thigh and said aggrieved: "Um...it seems to be a bit too much, or two dishes, but I want to eat snowy bean paste and candied sweet potatoes. What can I do? ?"

"Eat everything, Xixi and Xiao Chu like to eat, we order today, we can’t eat it and pack it back to eat at night," Seeing her little pitiful look, no one can bear to tease Xiao Nuo Tuan any more. , Song Dad picked up the girl and held it in his arms, "Are you happy this time?"

"Hammer", holding his father's slightly tied face with sideburns, he took a big kiss.

Zai Zai said he was very happy and asked Dad to keep working hard!

Father Song deliberately looked a little strenuous, turned his head and blinked at Chu Jin, and whispered to the delicate little boy: "I will buy her some snacks after school. I feel Xixi is sinking again, and my uncle can hardly hold him. Slightly..."

"dad!"

Song Qiaoxi twisted into a twist in her father's arms, and the little fleshy hand straightened his face in dissatisfaction.

In front of Chu Jin's face, she said she was fat.

Qiao Qin walked over and pulled the Nuo Dumpling out of Song Jianguo's arms even harder, and rubbed the girl’s face, "That’s it, Song Jianguo, I think you haven’t reached the age of Xixi and you, at most three and a half years old, day by day. Tossing about with the children, went away, and went to eat."

"Come on! Candied sweet potatoes Candied sweet potatoes! Snowy Bean Paste Snowy Bean Paste!"

Shouting a loud slogan, Song Qiaoxi grabbed Chu Jin's wrist sitting on the piano bench, jumping to the door to change shoes like a white rabbit.

The northeastern restaurant called "Black Land" is right at the gate of the compound, not far away, just walk past it.

Song Qiaoxi "tweeted" and talked with Little Sparrow all the way, she never let go of Chu Jin's wrist from beginning to end.

The uncles and aunts who met on the road also greeted them with a smile. Everyone in the compound regarded Chu Jin as a member of the Song family.

"Congratulations, Editor-in-Chief Song, Teacher Qiao, your family of four moved to a new house."

"Congratulations on the housewarming, editor Song is considered a good son and daughter, right?"

"Xixi, are you robbing the room with your little brother when you move to a new house?"

"Xiao Chujin, will you change your name to Sister Song Qiaoxi in the future?"

......

Nuo Tuanzi's lively spirit, as long as she can answer all the questions, uncles and aunts like to talk to her more.

It was the last question, she really couldn't answer it, she looked all over as if asking for help.

Chu Jin, who was a head taller than himself, was silent from beginning to end, but when he saw the uncles and aunts who said hello, he would politely nod his head in greeting.

The uncle who asked this question of "changing his name to sister" just asked casually, and no one cared if the child didn't answer it.

Several adults chatted with their parents and walked away with their bicycles.

Seeing that Chu Jin didn't answer, Song Qiaoxi turned her head and forgot about it.

Already walking to the door of the Northeast Restaurant, Mom and Dad went in first to find a seat. Song Qiaoxi was attracted by the big water tank at the door of the restaurant.

There are several very big and big...

She was staring at her with big eyes and small eyes, looking at each other.

I looked inside curiously, and I was afraid and wanted to look again, and my palms were sweating nervously.

He lowered his head, changed his hand to hold Chu Jin's barely fleshy wrist, and wiped his sweat on his dress with the other hand, and then fell back again.

The restaurant is a bit noisy. It’s just lunch. This restaurant has a large quantity and good taste. It is very popular with the neighbors in the compound and it is very lively.

After changing hands, I just wanted to take Chu Jin to the hall to look for his parents, but suddenly heard Chu Jinqing faintly say a word above his head, "You are not my sister, and you will never be called your sister in this life."

Ok?

Nuo Tuanzi raised his head, blinked his eyes, and smiled brightly, "I wasn't your sister at first, and we weren't born by the same parents."

After answering, he realized that Chu Jin was still thinking about the question the neighbor uncle asked just now.

"Well, you know it."

Chu Jin, who had no expression on the way, smiled slightly at this time.

Song Qiaoxi shrugged, pulled him into the hall, and walked towards the direction where her mother was beckoning.

Chu Jin let her pull her wrist, Nuo Tuanzi's little hands were soft and a little damp, and he was used to being dragged by her everywhere.

Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao smiled at him at the big round table.

He doesn't like to laugh, but Chu Jin, who doesn't like to laugh, will smile indifferently to them.

Chu Jin knew in his heart that he still couldn't accept living in Song's house.

The small boiler room downstairs is his last bottom line to maintain his self-esteem.

But the Song family carefully maintained his dignity from beginning to end, and the little boy's tolerance and kindness toward him were all in mind.

From that day on, Uncle Song, Aunt Qiao, and Song Qiaoxi became the insurmountable bottom line in his heart.

Chu Jin's little soul floating in the lonely ocean finally had a harbor to rely on.

The name of the harbor is "home".

The uncle and aunt are his relatives who are not related by blood, just like his parents.

And Song Qiaoxi, absolutely impossible, is his unrelated sister.

Never regarded her as a younger sister.

-

1998 was a year of reform.

In the 1999 Spring Festival Gala, the sketch of "Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow" once summarized this year.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the ground, and the Chinese people are really striving..."

In 1998, the school where Qiao Qin worked had purchased a batch of Pentium computers, and the higher vocational school was renamed the college. The original college and adult education were merged into undergraduates and the province was named.

Qiao Qin personally experienced the dividends brought by the reform, the school was upgraded to an undergraduate course, and their treatment as teachers has also improved.

Computers began to enter the homes of ordinary people little by little from mysterious high-end luxury goods.

No, at the end of the year, when the newspapers purchased computers in a unified manner, they also gave employees a benefit. Employees can buy Pentium computers with Windows 98 systems at a preferential price.

Not 20,000 yuan, not 10,000 yuan, as long as 9,999 yuan.

Although Mother Wang doesn't take care of Wang Junyang much in her daily life, she can always satisfy him materially.

Wang Junyang's family bought a computer before the summer vacation and spent more than 20,000 yuan.

Song Qiaoxi went to his home to play on the computer several times, and his home also installed a dial-up Internet service to browse the web.

Yangyang subscribes to the "Software and CD-ROM" magazine, and every issue of the magazine will send game CD-ROMs.

Nuo Dangzi, who loves freshness, is of course very interested in computers. No child can resist computer games, right?

Even Chu Jin couldn't completely refuse.

Nuo Tuanzi also discovered by accident, Chu Jin showed a keen interest in computers.

When everyone squeezed in front of the computer, Chu Jin never squeezed with them. He would sit in front of the computer and fiddle with it only when there was no one.

After Chu Jin left the computer, after a short while, Wang Junyang would often hear howling, "Who broke my record again!"

But at the end of 1998, 10,000 yuan was not a small amount.

Several mothers in the compound got together to discuss whether to buy a computer at home, taking advantage of the staff welfare price of the newspaper.

Qiao Qin is a very discerning woman. All teachers in her school have conducted information training courses and learned the Pinyin input method and the Wubi input method.

She believes that letting children master the use of computers earlier can better broaden the horizons of the dolls.

Going home that night and discussing with Song Jianguo, the couple decided to buy a computer for Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin.

The clumsy "big back head" computer was finally placed in the room next to Song Qiaoxi.

Chu Jin hadn't slept in that room all night, and finally this room became the study of the Song family.

However, he often played the piano, and he also developed a piano lesson form for Song Qiaoxi, which he posted on Nuo Tuanzi's desk.

Practice three days a week, one hour at a time.

It's a pity that Song Qiaoxi has no longer been interested in piano since the addition of a computer at home.

She found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't play as well as Chu Jin.

Playing the piano is not the same as learning English. In English, she is still confident that she can catch up with Chu Jin a little bit, and even reach the same level as him.

But the piano...

Zai Zai is too difficult, a pair of little meaty hands are not strong!

The black and white keys are even more important. They know the cubs, and the cubs don’t know them...

In addition, Wang Junyang’s children "enthusiastically" shared a bunch of fun game discs, such as "The Legend of Jin Yong's Heroes", "The Peerless Twins", "Heartbeat Memories"...

The joy of RPG role-playing games is compared with the tedious and boring scale practice. Song Qiaoxi is no longer interested in piano practice.

It's better to let her lie on the bed and read novels and comic books.

"Three Minutes", Mom and Dad didn't say anything about the heat, and it happened again in Song Qiaoxi.

Today is a Friday, and it is a fixed practice time that was agreed with Chu Jin.

After school, Chu Jin didn't return to the boiler room, and went home with her directly.

Xiao Nuo Tuan was crying, and followed him behind his **** into the house.

Chu Jin and she both had home keys. The key on his neck had become a decoration, and he took it to the shoe cabinet at the door and put it there.

Before I sat on the piano bench, I started to feel pain all over just thinking about it.

Suddenly she understood Ding Yi, why the whole body is ill as soon as she studies, and she is full of energy when she draws a cartoon, and staying up all night is not a problem.

Asking her to practice the piano also feels painful all over her body. Playing on the computer or reading a book makes her feel energetic when she stays up all night...

Chu Jin put down her schoolbag, took her to wash her hands, opened the study door and sat on the piano bench.

The piano bench is very spacious, more than enough for two children. He tilted his head and said in a serious tone: "Climb the scale first, and then practice the "Green Sleeves" learned on Monday twice."

Song Qiaoxi opened the piano cover in mourning, she really didn't want to practice the piano today.

Today is Friday, and tomorrow is the weekend. The happiest time is not Saturday and Sunday, but the time after school on Friday.

There are still two days of good days waiting, so Friday night is the fastest.

On ordinary Fridays without a piano, she can watch comics and novels in the boiler room of Chu Jin with Wang Junyang, Ding Yi, and Ding Miao.

Afterwards, a few cubs went to the gate of the compound together, pooled all the pocket money left over this week, and bought fried skewers to eat!

What a big vegetarian chicken, cabbage, ham sausage, rice cake, quail eggs, fish steak...

Brushed with salty and sweet sauce, sprinkled with cumin powder, take a lot of fragrant fried skewers to Wang Junyang's house, and eat fried skewers while watching the VCD.

The three little boys drank Jianlibao, and she and Miaomiao drank Wangzi milk...

It's so cool just thinking about it!

"let's start."

Chu Jinqing's cold voice echoed in his ears.

Song Qiaoxi's thoughts will be pulled back from the "firework" full of skewers to the piano playing the "non-cannibalistic firework" next time.

He really did not live up to his parents' instructions. He is a very strict and unsmiling teacher...

Nuo Tuanzi had tried to joke with Chu Jin before, diverted his attention, grabbed Chu Jin's sleeve and begged him, yelled about being hungry, and a series of evasive behaviors such as evading piano practice, but never succeeded.

Suddenly, with an idea, I remembered the trick Ding Yi taught her.

Although......

I have dim sum, but now I really want to eat fried skewers!

Generally, after Chu Jin taught her, he would shut himself in the room and practice for an extra hour. What if he sneaked out to buy a fried skewers while he was practicing?

I don’t know if it’s audacious, or being deceived by the "fried string of waste oil", anyway, it is the "disobedience" mood in my heart that I never want to play the piano anymore.

What Song Qiaoxi fears most is if Ruuo told Chu Jin that she didn't want to play the piano anymore. What if he gets angry? What if he is sad?

Chu Jin bought her "John Thompson's Simple Piano Course" with the red envelopes of the New Year, carefully designed the teaching plan and timetable, and focused on training for her own weaknesses.

It's not that I can't see Chu Jin's contribution.

It’s just that I’m really not interested in playing the piano at all...

This complex mentality of being scared and afraid and not wanting to disappoint the other party, but also wanted to sneak out and play, made Nuo Tuanzi make a "crazy" move right now.

Malingering......

She took the hand that was open on the keyboard to prepare, lowered her head and covered her belly, and began to mutter to herself, "Ouch..."

"What's the matter?" Chu Jin frowned, looking at her face with concern, holding Song Qiaoxi's shoulder with one hand, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

"stomachache......"

It’s the first time to pretend to be sick, so there is no need to say more about the guilty conscience.

"I called Uncle Song and asked him to take you to the hospital."

Chu Jin stood up calmly, turned around and walked towards the living room.

"No need, me, I just lie down on the bed for a while, and eat too much at the'small dining table' at noon..."

This is true. Grandpa Sun cooked the delicious minced pork tofu and chestnut braised pork at noon today, and he did eat a lot by accident.

Because the soup of chestnut braised pork was too tempting, after she had eaten all the meat, she specially asked Grandpa Sun to add a spoonful of rice, and put the rice in the braised pork broth and ate it all.

"Pay you to go to bed and rest for a while?"

With Chu Jin's support, Xiao Nuo Tuan looked at his face, clutching his stomach and tremblingly returned to the room.

Slip on the slippers, hug the pillow, and lie down on his little bed.

"You go to practice piano, don't worry about me,"

Beckoning to Chu, Song Qiaoxi tried his best to control her joy, only wishing him to leave the field quickly.

Didn't expect that Ding Yi's trick of "pretending to be sick" would be so effective?

But he didn't mean to go at all. He helped her to open the quilt and wrap the dumpling like a baby, "I'll fill you with a hot water bottle, did you drink the wind on the way back?"

In winter in the north, residential buildings are heated centrally, and the heating is extremely hot.

The child was already very angry and wanted to wear short-sleeved shorts at home. Song Qiaoxi was still wearing cotton pants and sweater, only the cotton jacket was taken off.

She was covered with a thick quilt, and she was nervous, covering her forehead with sweat, and said hurriedly, "No, no, go and practice. I, I'm a little sleepy now, let me rest for a while. Enough."

Until Chu Jin stepped back and left the bedroom three times, the beautiful piano sound next door...

Song Qiaoxi snapped off the quilt, sat up from the bed, panted with a fan, her heart thumped and thumped, which was exciting and novel.

Take out the big rag doll from the closet and gently put it in the quilt to create the illusion of someone in the quilt.

Kicked on the pocket money, walked to the door quietly like a thief, changed shoes and went out, and even closed the door very carefully, and there was hardly any movement.

From beginning to end, the door of the study was closed tightly.

After the scale practice was over, Chu Jin played "The Wedding in a Dream", and the smooth and beautiful piano sound flowed from the door uninterruptedly.

Flying downstairs at the fastest speed, Song Qiaoxi ran in the compound, like a little yellow oriole who only spoiled her, she could still hear the piano from far away.

It relieved her a lot. Chu Jin was still playing the piano, and he certainly didn't realize that he had sneaked out.

There are a lot of people at the fried skewers stall at the gate of the compound. When it was her turn, Xiao Nuo Tuan happily ordered her favorite fried ham sausage, fried eggs, fried fresh milk, and rose rice cake skewers.

While waiting for the skewers, he was still muttering in his heart, Chu Jin never eats fried skewers, and always watched her eat them.

The aunt of the deep-fried skewers acted sharply, she put a plastic bag on the stainless steel tray, and put the fried skewers directly on her head.

Different skewers need to be brushed with different secret sauce and seasoning powder. For example, fried quail eggs are covered with breadcrumbs, sprinkled with seasoning powder mixed with sesame salt and ground peanuts, and ham sausage needs to be brushed with a layer The sesame sauce is sprinkled with sesame and cumin powder. The surface layer of the fried milk will have a thin layer of condensed milk. After the rose rice cake is fried, sprinkle with white sugar.

The aunt brought her sleeves, handed the tray to Song Qiaoxi, and told her with a smile, "Blow first when you eat the fried milk, girl, be careful about it."

"Okay, thank you Auntie!"

He promised, with a sweet smile.

Emma, ​​but gluttonous.

The little nose leaned forward and smelled it, it's so fragrant!

The bread crumbs on the surface of the fried eggs are crispy and crispy. When you bite off the residue, the salty and sweet sesame salt and crushed peanuts are full of flavor.

Needless to say, the ham sausage is full of satisfaction when you bite it down. The fried milk has to be gently bitten off the skin. Be careful that the bursting will burn your tongue. The thick milk aroma and the sweet taste of condensed milk linger on the tip of the tongue.

Finally, the rose rice cake with sugar grains is used to finish. It is sticky, waxy, and non-sticky, with a slight sweetness and a hint of rose sweetness, as if you are in a rose garden.

The intoxicated little head swayed while eating, tusk tusk, Chu Jin didn't know how to appreciate such a delicious thing?

What a pity......

Wait, what time is it?

After eating something delicious, Nuo Tuanzi suddenly forgot the time.

He hurriedly put the last sip of the rose rice cake into his mouth, took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his mouth casually, and ran towards the newly built family building.

When Song Qiaoxi ran down to the first unit of Building 5, Song Qiaoxi listened, her heart sinking sharply.

Why is there no piano sound?

She babbled and climbed to the fifth floor, Xiaokou gasped for breath at the door of her house, and found that the piano sound really stopped!

Could it be that Chu Jin had found himself pretending to be sick and sneaked out?

It's over, he will definitely be angry!

With the last trace of luck, Song Qiaoxi gritted her teeth and sneaked in. What if Chu was all over the piano and didn't find that she had sneaked out?

Xiao Rou touched his chest with his hands...

Ok?

Looking down, his chest was empty and there was nothing.

Where's the house key? !