Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

After wandering at the door of the house for a long time, Song Qiaoxi hesitated whether to ring the doorbell.

As soon as he raised his hand, the anti-theft door opened with a creak.

Behind Chu Jin's backlight, he pulled the doorknob and looked at her condescendingly.

Nuo Tuanzi didn't dare to look directly into his eyes at the moment, lowered his head and looked around in a panic...

Whoops, if there is a seam at this time, she must want to "slip" in?

At this kind of moment, I can't hide it, I must be exuding the "sweet scent" of fried skewers all over my body, maybe there are sesame seeds hanging on the corners of my mouth.

"Uh, inside, my stomach no longer hurts, and I was a little hungry. Then I went out to eat a fried skewers and forgot to take the key..."

Song Qiaoxi was very acquainted, so she confessed to her.

In front of someone who can see through you at a glance, choosing "Frankness and Leniency" may also get "Leniency."

Chu Jin stepped a little away and let her in, silent.

He didn't dare to raise his eyes to see his expression. He changed his slippers at the door in a panic.

Coming out of the bathroom, shaking the water on his hands, he looked up at Shang Chu with full concern.

"Come to the study, I have something to tell you."

He had a calm face, holding a glass of water in his hand, and opened the door of the study.

Ugh......

The one who should be here is still coming, and I can’t hide it. It’s better to face the "terrible" life, which seems to be "settling the accounts" after Autumn...

As soon as I entered the study door, I saw Chu Jin sitting on the piano bench, holding a slightly steaming water glass in both hands.

He was wearing an off-white sweater today, with a light blue shirt collar turned out from the neckline, and his slightly longer forehead concealed the sharp eyebrows.

Chu Jin now sits upright at the piano, his slender neck is slightly lowered, just like a little prince in a fairy tale.

I thought the boy would be angry, or a straight face.

But he didn't expect that when he raised his eyes to look at her, his face was as calm as water, and his eyes revealed a gentle look, without the slightest anger or dissatisfaction, and he nodded gently to signal her to sit over.

At the end of December, Song Qiaoxi ran back all the way, her face was itchy from the cold wind, and she ran in a hurry, this time she really drank the cold wind.

As soon as he sat on the piano bench, he made a soft hiccup, quickly covered his mouth with both hands, and glanced at Chu Jin from the corner of the light.

"Drink some warm water and drink slowly."

Chu Jin said lightly, and handed over the water glass.

"Well......"

I just ate the fried skewers and ran for a long time. I was really thirsty.

Although he agreed with his mouth, he still couldn't get rid of the habit of "cow drinking". The warm water was just right in the mouth, and a cup of "tons, tons, tons" was poured into his stomach, completely not paying attention to Chu Jin's way of talking and stopping on the sidelines.

After drinking, he took a long breath and looked at him with his head tilted.

Chu Jin shook his head as if he had expected that she would not be obedient.

"belch......"

It was another hiccup like a small animal, and the boy raised his hand to stroke her back.

"Song Qiaoxi..."

Chu Jin seldom called her name directly. With such a sudden call, Nuo Tuanzi's "cold wind hiccup" was directly suppressed.

"I hope..." the boy's voice was quiet and clear. He paused and then said, "I won't force you to do something you don't like. I hope that in the future, if you don't like it or don't want to do it, you can tell me directly. is it okay?"

Chu Jin finished speaking calmly, without any "settling accounts" in it.

"I......"

Song Qiaoxi suddenly didn't know what to answer, and felt that her behavior just now was stupid.

Also, why can't you tell Chu Jin directly?

If Wang Junyang and Ding Yi are changed, she can always say "no" very firmly, and will not force herself to do things she doesn't like.

But when he changed to Chu Jin, Nuo Tuanzi just imagined it, and felt as if he couldn't refuse him.

Who would refuse Chu Jin, thinking of his beautiful eyes, staring into your eyes, and asking softly, "Do you practice piano?"

Who can refuse?

too difficult......

"Are you afraid of me?" Chu Jin asked, his voice very soft and soft.

Afraid?

Of course not afraid.

Shaking his head firmly, the two long pony tails swept back and forth across his shoulders.

Chu Jin: "I'm not afraid, then why don't you dare to say?"

Today's Chu Jin talked extremely much, as if the two had switched.

Song Qiaoxi, who always "tweeted" non-stop, was dumb instead.

Of course she is not afraid of Chu Jin, but of his disappointment...

He teaches so hard, but he can't learn well, not good at optics, and he has no interest at all. Sometimes playing the piano is like "tortured" to her.

It is better to spend an hour listening to English tapes or memorizing words than climbing the scale.

Because I care about Chu Jin very much, I dare not speak directly to him.

"Can you tell me the reason? Is it because I usually urge you to practice piano, which is too fierce? Or do you think that there are too many piano lessons three times a week? If it is my problem, I am willing to change it. I don't want you to be afraid that I will change. I'm afraid to say anything, even in school..."

Chu Jin's voice was low, and at the end, his head dropped lower.

The pale back neck bends down like a swan with folded wings, revealing a trace of fragile beauty.

With a light sigh, Song Qiaoxi poked her finger.

Thinking of this period of time, because of the pressure of piano practice, I was reluctant to talk to Chu as much in school.

Scratching his head, grinning awkwardly, "If I said, I found that I don't like playing the piano at all, would you be unhappy?"

Chu Jin was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at her, his eyes were filled with surprise, and his pale lips closed together, "I thought..."

"Oh...In the beginning, I only said that I wanted to learn piano on a whim. Actually, I don't like playing the piano at all. I...I just like listening to you playing the piano."

Song Qiaoxi scratched her head, thinking that she should tell the truth.

"Chu Jin, do you understand? That's, oh, how do you describe it? You see, it's like I like to eat all kinds of delicious food, but I don't want to learn to cook, I just like to eat..."

Uh, there seems to be something wrong with this example?

A little frustrated, he put his forehead on Chu Jin's shoulder, Nuo Tuanzi felt that his language was too poor, and he didn't know whether Chu Jin could understand it.

He lightly tapped Chu's shoulders a few times with his forehead, and said what was in his heart, "I'm just afraid that you are unhappy. I spent so much time teaching me, spending money on piano scores, and issuing a practice report every week. .. You are so diligent, I said that I don’t want to practice anymore, I’m afraid you will be angry..."

Chu Jin was silent for a long time, until Song Qiaoxi thought he was really unhappy.

Removed his forehead from his shoulders, and looked at Chu Jin's face with the lid of the piano.

Peach Blossom Eyes seemed to have a thin mist, and he pressed his lips tightly, his brows frowned slightly, as if thinking.

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes. The boy grabbed her fleshy wrist and turned his head to look directly at Xiao Nuo Tuan’s eyes, “I’m not going to be unhappy or angry. Practice, you can play on the computer."

"Really?"

Unexpectedly that Chu Jin promised so readily, Song Qiaoxi was even ready to "save" her bad piano skills...

"Really, but I have one condition."

Chu Jin's tone was flat and his eyes were bright.

Song Qiaoxi hugged his arm, "I promise you!"

"I haven't said yet..." The corners of Chu Jin's lips finally curved, and the finger nodded Song Qiaoxi's forehead. "You must tell me the truth in the future. I don't like and don't want to do things. I'll speak straight."

"Well, then you promise not to be angry. If you are angry or unhappy, I dare not say."

Nodding heavily, as Chu promised, Xiao Nuo Tuan also unknowingly made his own request.

"Yeah." The boy solemnly nodded his head and stretched out his hand to pull the hook with her, "I will pull the hook with you and promise not to be angry."

Song Qiaoxi was completely relieved after the hook was sealed.

Sitting in front of the computer desk in the study, I pressed the button of the main computer, and listened to the pleasant sound of "click, click, click" and opened the CD package.

Most of the entire package of CDs were given to her by Wang Junyang, and a small part of them were puzzle games bought by her mother and Chu Jin.

"Do you really like playing computer games? You won't get tired of playing computer games?"

Hearing Chu Jin reopening the piano cover, he asked himself softly.

"Well, the computer won't be tired of playing, how fun the game is!"

Turning the game CD in his hand, without raising his head, he subconsciously answered Chu Jin.

I was picky and dazzled, and finally took a piece of "The Legend of Jin Yong's Heroes", played happily, and thoughtfully adjusted the volume to the minimum, turned his head and said to Chu Jin, "You practice yours, don't worry about it. I."

It met Chu Jin's thoughtful eyes.

He nodded, got up and took out a score from the piano bench.

In his ears is the "Gypsy Rondo" played by Chu Jin. The tune is cheerful, and the mouse is used to play "The Legend of Jin Yong's Heroes".

Thinking of not having to practice the piano any more in the future, I couldn't help but want to laugh.

Looking back at Chu Jin playing the piano like a little prince, sticking out his tongue, this little day is happy like a fairy!

At 9:30 in the evening, Song Qiaoxi climbed onto the small window sill of the room before going to bed and opened the curtains.

The little nose was pressed against the glass window and looked towards the boiler room. The heating in the room was very hot, and the whole body was hot, like a small stove, only the tip of the nose was cool.

The curtains of Chu Jin's window were drawn, and the light was faintly shining.

He hasn't slept yet?

As if there was a tacit understanding, Chu Jin's curtains suddenly opened, and a familiar figure appeared in the window.

Tuanzi waved at him, but he was too far away, and he couldn't see his expression clearly across five floors.

I don't know, will he still have nightmares like he did when he was a child?

Putting his entire face on the glass, he breathed and said softly: "Good night, Chu Jin."

Climbing down from the window sill and stepping barefoot on the floor, I suddenly thought of the recently watched "Peter Pan", the beautiful and lovely little fairy can do magic.

Immediately, with an idea, he climbed onto the window sill.

Putting the two little hands together, like holding a handful of fairy powder, gently blow in the direction of the boiler room, "Chu Jin, I will cast you a magic, give you a handful of sweet dream powder, never Will have nightmares."

-

Saturday was originally Song Qiaoxi and her father's "dating day", but Song's father received several calls early in the morning.

He should have rested today, it seems that something tricky has happened.

Dad kept apologizing to Nuo Tuanzi and promised to make it back next week. After that, he hurriedly put on his coat and went out with his briefcase.

A hint of worry flashed across the mother's face. There are always many things in the adult's world, which are incomprehensible from the perspective of a child.

After Dad went downstairs, she lay on the windowsill, looking at the several uncles and aunts in the printing houses gathered downstairs, very emotional.

I also saw Ding Yi and Ding Miao's father rushing over in their coats, and Wang Junyang's father also ran over from the direction of Building 1.

Then a group of people talked about the conversation and walked to the gate of the compound with their father.

During dinner in the evening, Dad came back.

When I walked in the door, my face was exhausted, but when I saw Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, I still raised my spirits to joke with them.

After the meal, she wiped the table, sweeping the floor.

There were only two cubs in the small dining room. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, and they couldn't hear what the two adults were muttering when the door was closed.

"What's wrong today? I saw that there are many uncles and aunts in the printing houses downstairs in the morning. Did you hear what they said?"

Song Qiaoxi had wiped the table twice, and brought the yellow rag to Chu Jin's side.

Chu Jin shook his head, "I don't know."

"Ok..."

He took the rag in his hand and went to the bathroom to clean it, and then spread it out on the dining table.

The spicy chicken that my mother made for dinner today is not spicy, but a bit numb, with a little bit of pepper.

Song Qiaoxi, who had already fallen asleep, got up from the bed, licked her chapped lips, and glanced at the little rabbit alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 11 o'clock in the evening.

The radiator was next to her bed. Although the room in the north was warm in winter, it was easy to make the population dry. I ate a lot of crispy and crispy twists for dinner, and I was even more thirsty now.

Wearing pink autumn clothes and long trousers, he lifted the quilt and got off the bed, stepped on the bunny slippers, and wanted to go to the living room to pour a glass of water.

As soon as the door was opened, the lamp in the living room was still on.

Sitting on the sofa are father, mother, and...Uncle Ding?

The atmosphere is a bit weird. Eleven and Miaomiao’s father is the tallest and strongest among the fathers.

But at the moment, Uncle Ding, a tall man, is like a kid who has done something wrong, with his head drooping and one hand on his brow bone.

"Your sister-in-law and their textile factory have not been doing well in the past two years. They said they closed down and closed down. They were the first batch of laid-off workers. As a result, the new head of our newspaper has restructured the printing plant at this point," Uncle Ding said in a dull voice. Yes, with a strong nasal voice, unlike the usual hearty, "Song brother, I really can't help it, even my workshop director will be laid off..."

"I only found out today. I went to the old president to inquire about the situation early in the morning. He had just retired and the procedures were completed. The factory did have some problems over the years..."

Father patted Uncle Ding on the shoulder, and the two whispered again.

My mother said, "Let’s think of a way, Brother Ding, if you are in trouble, tell us that we spent some money on moving the new house and renovating, but Jianguo and I still have some savings. You and your sister-in-law need to speak up."

There is a log grid screen at the door of Song Qiaoxi's room, just blocking the view of the living room.

What does "lay off" mean?

Before she could understand, she heard strange whimpers.

"It's nothing for us adults to endure hardship, but we have suffered two children..."

Uncle Ding seems to be crying?

It turns out that a strong man like Uncle Ding can cry?

Song Qiaoxi ran to the bathroom, took her kitty towel, moistened it with warm water, and wrung it out.

In the surprised eyes of Mom and Dad, they handed it to Uncle Ding timidly, "Uncle Ding, wipe your face."

Nuo Tuanzi is eight years old, and his speech is still sweet and soft.

Xu was comforted by such a small child, reminding Dad Ding of the two children at home.

Instead, he couldn't control his emotions, so he lowered his head and sobbed twice, "Thank you Xixi, uncles and aunts have been working in the factory all their lives, but they have suffered a loss of literacy, unlike your parents who are both college students."

Uncle Ding took the towel in Nuo Tuanzi's hand, wiped his face, and looked up and smiled at her.

Although, that smiling face looks uglier than crying.

"Xixi must study hard in the future and be admitted to a prestigious university. Uncles and aunts are your negative examples. Whatever you do now depends on your academic qualifications, and you can't do anything without academic qualifications..."

Uncle Ding shook his head, his eyes were red and swollen, and he got up and went to the bathroom.

Seeing Uncle Ding like this, Xiao Nuo Tuan was a little scared, and backed two steps back into his father's arms.

Father Song hugged her and sat on his lap and touched Song Qiaoxi's small curly head.

"Dad, what is'laid off'?"

Blinking, frowning and asking dad in a low voice.

Dad slapped her ears for her, "Laid-off means that you have no job and you are unemployed. You have to find a way to get a job again."

"I don’t have a job, can I find another job? Didn’t it say that uncles and aunts work very hard in the factory, so you can find a better, not so hard job, and you can make more small money?"

Song Qiaoxi still didn't quite understand the true meaning of "lay-off".

Uncle Ding came out of the bathroom with shiny drops of water on his face. He seemed to hear the words of Nuo Tuanzi and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Mother said quickly: "Big Brother Ding, Xi Xi is ignorant, Tong Yan Wu Ji."

"Na Xixi, tell Uncle Ding, what kind of job do you think can make a lot of money?"

Uncle Ding waved to his mother and asked her with a smile.

This time Uncle Ding's smile was a little better than before.

She really frowned and thought for a long time, her fingers tangled together, and suddenly she patted her forehead.

There is it!

"Uncle, your barbecue is so delicious. Why don't you open a barbecue restaurant? Or a restaurant. The sauerkraut dumplings and mutton dumplings made by your uncle and aunt are very delicious. You and auntie open a restaurant, and then we let the courtyard Everyone in your child can make a lot of small money by going to your house for dinner!"

Song Qiaoxi looked into Uncle Ding's eyes very seriously, and told him the idea just thought of.

"Brother Ding, don't take it seriously for children..." Mom filled the teacup in front of Uncle Ding, smiled awkwardly, turned to Song Qiaoxi and shook her head, "Xixi, go back to sleep."

"Brother sister, hey, don't tell me, I think Xixi's proposal is quite good," Uncle Ding's eyes lit up, and people didn't look so depressed. He smiled and asked, "Daughter, you said that uncle made barbecue. Delicious?"

Song Qiaoxi is inexperienced in appraisal, but in this respect, no one in the compound knows that Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin’s daughter’s little mouth is the most tricky.

As long as Song Qiaoxi said it was delicious, it couldn't be wrong.

There were even uncles and aunts who got married, so they made a special trip to let the Song family take their daughters to try the dishes.

Nodded, Nuo Tuanzi said solemnly: "It's really delicious. Uncle Ding gave us the "Little Gang of Five" barbecue during the summer vacation. The stove at the door of the boiler room, the grilled lamb skewers and chicken wings are all very good. I also made a tin foil grilled eggplant and vermicelli scallops. Uncle Ding’s garlic sauce is very fragrant, which is different from other barbecue restaurants."

"My girl is so cute, okay, Xixi thinks it is delicious, it must taste good, then uncle will listen to you, and open a barbecue stall with your aunt, we Qizhou people love to eat barbecue. "

Uncle Ding slapped his thigh and laughed heartily.

Father Song hurriedly covered the girl’s mouth, and took a kumquat from the coffee table with the other hand and stuffed her mouth, “Brother Ding, let’s think about it again. My girl has a small mouth, and there is no one to keep the door open. Just listen to what the children say. When you look back, you will discuss it with your sister-in-law. Song Jianguo, I will leave this to you. If you and your sister-in-law need it, please come to us at any time."

Nuo Tuanzi tried his best to chew the sweet and sour kumquats, and wanted to help Uncle Ding's "career" advice.

In the end, before she swallowed the kumquat, Uncle Ding got up and said goodbye amidst her "whooping" mumble.

When Uncle Ding left, he remembered that he was here to drink water.

I filled my stomach with water in my mother's water cup, wiped my mouth and exhaled, finally I was not thirsty.

Dad put her on the sofa and cleaned the melon peels and husks on the coffee table with her mother.

Song Qiaoxi leaned on the back of the sofa, tilting her head and muttering to herself: "So, adults also cry?"

In my impression, my parents and my friends' parents are all indomitable characters, and they are both powerful and powerful, and they can't be bothered by anything.

And today I heard Uncle Ding cry so sad...

Only then did I realize that adults would cry too.

Crying nose is not a child's patent?

"Of course I cry. Uncle Ding came to talk to Mom and Dad because he was in a bad mood. You can understand that Uncle Ding has temporarily lost something, but he will definitely get better in the future."

Mother put away the used water cup on the coffee table and answered Xiao Nuo Tuan.

Song Qiaoxi seems to understand a truth in ignorance. Although adults can cry, the reason for crying seems to be different from that of children.

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi cried most of the time because they couldn't get anything.

So are the other children in the compound. If mom and dad fail to meet their requirements, they will roll around and lie on the ground and cry.

Children, most of the reason for crying, is to get it.

My lord, the reason for crying is because of loss.

It's just that not all children cry.

She had cried herself, she had seen Wang Junyang cried, she had seen Ding Yi cried, and Ding Miao had fallen into the golden peas when she had a temper with herself.

Only Chu Jin, only once, when he had a nightmare when he was asleep, saw the tears hanging on his pale cheeks.

But, shouldn't it be considered active crying, right?

It seems that among all the children Song Qiaoxi has contacted, there is only Chu Jin, who always has that cold face.

Is he a kid who can't cry?

Could it be that Chu Jin didn't have anything he wanted?