Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Song Qiaoxi could feel the temperature of Chu's fingertips, it was warm.

I carefully thought about the whispers that Grandpa Sun and Chu Jin said. She didn't know why, her chest seemed to be blocked by something hot, and her eyes were slightly sour.

This is the first time in such a long time, and the only time that Chu Jin actively mentioned his dead parents.

Even if she saw her parents every day, but her mother was busy decorating, and during the months when her father sent her and Chu Jin dinner to Qiu Meng's sister's house on business trips, Song Qiaoxi would miss her father and mother every day.

I didn't even dare to think, how sad would it be to think of his parents when Chu Jin was alone?

But what Grandpa Sun said was magical, and it didn't make people feel sad at all.

Grandpa Sun kept talking about the past of Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun.

Stories large and small can clearly outline the image of Chu Jin's father and mother.

Uncle Chu always wore a straight uniform with a special hair style, very much like the returning overseas Chinese or the eldest young master of any family.

He likes to wear a leather jacket, leather gloves, and big leather boots in winter, like a pilot.

Aunt Sun likes to wear aqua blue dresses, loves to laugh, and is usually tender and gentle like a little girl. She is the "white moonlight" in the hearts of the young guys in the compound.

But when she started to work, her aura was stronger than that of the young guys of the same age.

The story of Grandpa Sun seems to have some magical power, Song Qiaoxi knows very clearly that the protagonist in the story is no longer there.

But they reappeared in front of her in such a vivid way. They would only find it funny, funny, and want to laugh. They would be curious about what happened next?

Curious about what Chu Jin’s mom and dad, his mom and dad, looked like when they weren’t there yet?

I am also curious about how the fairy wife of Grandpa Sun, the former "White Moonlight" grandmother of the compound decades ago, let Grandpa Sun chase her hands and spoil her for a lifetime.

However, these are not the most amazing.

What made Xixi feel the most amazing was Grandpa Sun’s wife. Grandma Sun had also passed away for many years.

But whenever Grandpa Sun mentioned his grandma, he smiled happily, and even the shyness of a teenager appeared in his eyes, and there was no sadness at all.

Why is this?

"Sometimes I don't dare to think about them..."

Chu Jin squeezed the strength of her wrist a little harder.

Song Qiaoxi raised her eyes, Chu Jin's dark black eyes couldn't see the bottom.

The two of them happened to stand in a place shaded by a street lamp, and they were obviously close, but they were unpredictable.

"Do you miss uncles and aunts?"

Song Qiaoxi asked in a low voice, standing there obediently, motionless.

Chu Jin didn't let go of her wrist, her voice was dull, and she said with a bit of difficulty: "Well, not sometimes, it's because I have been...I have never dared to think about Mom and Dad."

Song Qiaoxi felt that Chu Jin tonight, because of Grandpa Sun, suddenly became more talking.

Don't look at the two people getting along for so long day and night, he seldom talks with himself, or in other words, never talked.

Still don't understand, Chu Jin is in a bad mood or in a good mood right now.

Pursing her lips, Xi Xi just stood beside him so obediently, listening quietly.

Chu Jin murmured, "I thought before, don't think about them, just forget them slowly. The uncles and aunts in the compound, Song Uncle and Aunt Qiao, and you, all cautiously did not dare to mention them in front of me. But today Grandpa Sun talked about the past of Mom and Dad, and I discovered that after so long time passed, I almost forgot what they looked like."

"Grandpa Sun is right. You have to miss them often and mention them often. Otherwise, if you don't talk about it often, you will really forget it."

Song Qiaoxi repeated what Grandpa Sun said.

"Well, don't forget."

Chu Jin spoke with an aura and firm tone.

Song Qiaoxi clearly felt that when Chu Jin said this, his mood was much better.

For "departure", she has not had any intuitive feelings.

But I did experience a very extraordinary crossing, and the two sets of clear and incomparable memories in my mind are the best proof.

Suddenly, she felt as if she had realized an amazing idea.

Although I can't directly tell Chu Jin about the tortuous process of coming into this world, I can tell him that there is another possibility for the so-called "leave"?

Lifting her head, Song Qiaoxi stared at Chu Jin's beautiful peachy eyes, and said word by word: "Chu Jin, do you think it is possible that your parents, and grandma, are actually just in a place we don't recognize?

There, we may not see them, but they can see us.

As long as we don't forget them, they can live well in another world. When we are old and unable to walk, one day we will go to another world and we will see them again.

As long as there are people in this world who remember us, no matter which world we are in, we will not disappear. "

Chu Jin paused for a long time, as if thinking carefully about what she said.

Song Qiaoxi was a little nervous, but in fact, she didn't know whether this inference was correct.

After all, it's just an inference, she can't prove that she even traveled through...

"I won't forget them, never." Chu Jin's expression was gentle, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Hearing what he said, Xi Xi was relieved.

Then he immediately agreed: "Yes, don't forget, let's come to Grandpa Sun next week to listen to the story. I want to hear the story of your father's investigation, and the story of how your mother pretended to be'unannounced visit', I still want to Know more of what we are still in our mother's belly."

"Okay." Chu Jin readily agreed, letting go of her soft wrist, and scratching Xixi's small nose in a fondly, teasing her, "After that, I won't call you Xixi, do you want to call? Are you'little kelp' or'little elbow'?"

"Then I want to call you "Little Fish"!"

Song Qiaoxi didn't want to show weakness and said, standing on tiptoe to learn Chu Jin's appearance, wanting to scrape his nose.

As a result, he forgot to hold her big **** in his hand.

The big rooster, who was squatting aside, was about to fall asleep, being pulled by the rope, flapping its wings and crowing.

Xixi was startled by the flapping chicken, her finger slipped along Chu Jin's lips and her chin, and she almost fell into his arms.

Chu Jin held her back, squatted down and grabbed the chicken "son" who was flapping his wings and running around.

When he returned home, he was holding one...chicken "son" in his left hand, and another...chicken "son" in his right hand, "mother" who escorted two chicken "sons" "Song Qiaoxi went upstairs.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Chu knew exactly what he looked like now, like a song called "Back to Mother's Home" that Uncle Song often hums.

And he, the father of these two cubs, escorted the cubs and the cubs back to their natal home...

-

Holidays always pass quickly.

The seven-day National Day holiday seems to pass faster than a weekend.

After the holidays, Song Qiaoxi and the friends of the "Little Gang of Five" returned to school, and the first wave of cold air in Qizhou City did not take long.

The school planted a row of tall plane trees and poplar trees, which seemed to turn into golden yellow overnight.

It didn't take long for a piece of golden leaves to fall from the trees to the ground in curls, spreading a layer of yellow "ground stalls" on the entire campus.

At this time, the male students in each class are particularly looking forward to being assigned to the duty of sweeping fallen leaves.

Because we can take advantage of our innate advantages and factors, we can choose the most powerful "old roots" and use them to "uproot the roots."

In the 1990s, the most popular game among northern children in autumn was this.

This thing is very addictive!

Song Qiaoxi was taken into the pit by Wang Junyang and Ding Yi for the first time to play.

Every Wednesday, I take the initiative to exchange duties with my classmates, and I can’t wait to beg my classmates to help others sweep the leaves.

"Uprooting the old roots" is a game of skill, not as simple as it seems.

The two children each took a leaf, and held the two ends of the leaf stalk tightly with both hands, and the two sides crossed the leaf stalk.

Next, like a tug-of-war, pull each other hard in your direction, whoever has the first petiole torn off will lose.

A seemingly simple game may even be quite boring to adults. Isn't it just a tug of war from the ground to find a petiole?

Song Qiaoxi doesn't think so about this question, she has her own opinions.

In the afternoon between the big class, she and the "Little Gang of Five" came together to sweep the fallen leaves.

They said it was "sweeping fallen leaves", and they were really serious about sweeping the floor, not to mention the "Little Gang of Five" from the fifth class of the fourth grade. None of the primary school chickens in the remaining classes were sweeping the floor peacefully.

The boys poked their butts on the ground to observe carefully, and compared the color and thickness of the "old roots" in their hands. Among the boys, there were only two girls, Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao.

Chu Jin did not participate in the game, and today is not his duty. Song Qiaoxi was simply forced to pull him over on the grounds of the collective activities of the "Little Gang of Five".

At this moment, he was holding the original text book, leaning on a big poplar tree and turning patiently page by page, looking up at what Song Qiaoxi was doing from time to time.

In the same way, Ding Miao was also called out by this "ridiculous" reason.

Sister Miao was sitting on the flower bed with a helpless look, pulling a few fallen leaves boredly, regretting that she was not the same as Chu Jin, and she also took out the book.

Today is not Monday, so there is no need to wear school uniforms.

Song Qiaoxi wore an orange sweater vest skirt with a beige fleece bottoming shirt with Peter Pan collar, beige pantyhose, and a pair of brown boots.

The outfit Qiao Qin matched to her is definitely a typical little lady's outfit.

A brown curly hair was tied into two ponytails like bunny ears, which hung down on his chest obediently. Everyone who saw it would boast like a "doll".

Mixed among the boys, Xixi was not about to lie down on the ground, but she had been bending over to pick one of her "generals" in a sea of ​​fallen leaves, already holding a handful of candidates in her hands.

She picked one, straightened up, and yelled at her friends: "Come and try my one, come and see this color, yellow with black in it, black with yellow in it, this flexibility is very special at first glance. Okay, it may be'Gener God'!"

After several days of systematic "training" by Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, Song Qiaoxi already knew that if the color of the old roots is too yellow, it means that the roots are still too young, the moisture is large, and the tenacity is insufficient. If the color is too dark, it means that the roots are too old. Now, the water has evaporated, making it crispy.

So if you look for this kind of yellow and black, you have to choose a flat one, which is more muscular.

"coming!"

Wang Junyang got up from the ground and ran over with a handful of fallen leaves in his hand.

Ding Yi pushed his glasses. He was sitting next to Ding Miao, slapping his leaves downwards, and asked in a repeated voice, "Is it possible to be better than my'King of Gener'?"

"Come and try!"

Song Qiaoxi's desire for victory and defeat was particularly strong, and she waved the "old root" found in her hand and ran to her friends.

Chu Jin raised his head from the book and glanced at the "Lao Gener" in Song Qiaoxi's hand. The peach blossom eyes were bent into a pretty Xuanyue, and he smiled and shook his head and lowered his head.

"Why are you laughing, am I not good?"

Song Qiaoxi keenly noticed that Chu Jin was looking at her, and "whooping" the leaf pole in her hand to Chu Jin's face, with a bit of questioning.

"pretty good."

Chu Jin held back a smile, nodded, and glanced at the woods next to him.

She is really the only little girl among all the children who look for "old roots" everywhere.

Sometimes he thinks, Song Qiaoxi is a special little girl.

Sometimes they are more sensitive than ordinary girls of the same age, and sometimes they are more open-minded and open-minded than young boys, simple and warm-tempered.

Like the tank top dress she wore today, it was hot orange, like a little sun shining at any time.

Xixi is upright and cute, without any pretentiousness or hypocrisy.

So cute, Chu Jin sometimes wants to hide her cuteness, and doesn't want anyone to discover her cuteness.

"Miaomiao, do you think my root is not good?" She held the "old root of the heavenly choice" and turned to Ding Miao.

Ding Miao was sitting on the flower bed, with her cheek in one hand, and pushing her glasses with the other. With a lively expression on her face, he smiled and said, "Xixi, okay, do you want to practice your true knowledge? Pay back with Wang Junyang Have a try with Ding?"

"Come on, Ding Yi, take out your'Gener King' and try it with me."

Song Qiaoxi waved to Ding Yi.

Ding Yi shook his head, took out a handkerchief cloth bag from his pocket, opened it cautiously, and took out a brownish "Lao Gener" from it, and shook Song Qiaoxi, "It's not like'King Gener', first Bring out one of my generals,'Baojin'er' to compete with you."

"Yes, come on!" Xi Xi didn't persuade him, just "kong" without saying anything.

Two people each hold the leaf stem of one side, holding hands tightly together and working hard together.

With a "click", Ding's "Bao Gener" in Ding Yi's hand was cut off.

He stood there in a daze, looking at the disconnected Lao Gen'er and pursing his lips, "Come on again, I still have'Bao Gen'er No. 2 here!"

Song Qiaoxi was not afraid of him, and opened her mouth: "Come on, I'm not afraid of you, shall we bet?"

"What bet?" Ding Yi asked.

Xixi thought for a while. Recently, I don't know from which class it became popular. Anyway, it was first spread from the senior sisters in the upper grades. It was especially popular to "recognize relatives".

Now in Class 5 of Grade 4, the relationship between students is complicated.

For example, Jiang Qisheng’s younger brother’s mother is also the daughter he recognizes, and the daughter of Liang Feifei’s grandson is also her aunt. Such "chaotic" complicated relatives...

The popularity among children has formed several wonderful "small groups" in the class.

This matter, in the eyes of the teachers, feels absurd and ridiculous, but for the students, it has enhanced the friendship of the big guys?

Song Qiaoxi got a hot head, and also wanted to integrate the relatives for the "Little Gang of Five" and blurted out: "If you lose, you will call me Dad!"

"Who is the mother?" Ding Yi smiled awkwardly, and glanced at Chu Jin.

Chu Jin frowned and made an expression of "What are you looking at me?"

Song Qiaoxi lifted her chin and pointed out her hand: "Mom is Miaomiao!"

Ding Miao smiled and clutched her belly. She knew that Xi Xi was always imaginative, naughty, and willing to be used to her little girlfriend, shrugging her shoulders and acting indifferent.

"Puff ha ha ha ha, okay, you and my sister are married, come on." Ding Yi glanced at Ding Miao, took out his "King of Gener" from the handkerchief bag, and prepared to "make a last stand."

Just about to start to confront the bar, I heard Wang Junyang waved "Old Gener" standing aside, and said a little unnaturally: "Or, Xixi, you bet with me, if I win, you It's still a'dad'. Just... do you think I can be a'mother'?"

Without waiting for Song Qiaoxi to speak, Chu Jin closed the book in his hand with a "wow", and looked at Wang Junyang coldly, "Which kind of'mother' are you, the little girl is having fun, and your older masters are also joining in the fun?"

"I... don't everyone in the class recognize this?" Chu Jin suddenly asked, Wang Junyang himself felt a little vain, and he muttered a few words and then disappeared.

"Song Qiaoxi and Ding Yi bet, what are you mingling with?" Chu Jin walked to Song Qiaoxi, took a handful of "Lao Gener" from her hand, removed the upper blade for her, took a closer look, and pulled out one. Pass it to her, "Use this one."

"Huh?" Song Qiaoxi took the brownish "old root" and asked hesitantly, "Is this okay?"

Chu Jin smiled confidently, "Try it, don't you know?"

"Ah, okay, then it's up to you." Song Qiaoxi tilted her head and nodded to Chu Jin.

"Damn, Xixi, why are you still looking for foreign aid, Wang Junyang, come pick a root for me, hurry up!" Ding Yi sweated out of a hurry and grabbed Wang Junyang.

Wang Junyang picked one out of his face and handed it to Ding Yi, "Just take your'King of Gener'."

"Then let's start!"

Song Qiaoxi stretched out her little hand and was ready, remembering what her father taught, that she would always crush her opponent in aura.

In the autumn of 1999, her voice was still sweet and glutinous. It didn't become a softer voice like a girl of the same age, but she was still very childish.

In the corner of the playground of the primary school attached to the normal school, Song Qiaoxi heard a milky "cry": "Humph, Ding Yi, get ready to smash me and Miao Miao honestly!"

"Ok......"

"Hey..."

Song Qiaoxi and Ding Yi's fingers were already bleeding marks, their faces were flushed, and the two "old roots" in their hands still couldn't tell the winner.

At this time, the rules of the game allow the use of external forces.

In between, Ding Miao took the lead in joining the "fighting war", holding Song Qiaoxi's waist and pulling back.

In Ding Yi's call, Wang Junyang helped him twice symbolically. A good "uprooting" game instantly turned into a "tug of war".

In the end, Song Qiaoxi got her wish, using Chu's selected "Lao Gener of Heavenly Choice" and Ding Miao's "uplifting force" to defeat Ding Yi's "King of Gener" and settle down in the "Little Gang of Five". "The "Dad" throne.

Glory defended her "leadership."

-

December 1999 is a very memorable month in Qizhou City.

This year, a football team in Qizhou City is about to be written into the annals of history, becoming the unique "double crown."

Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin are so lucky to be participants who witnessed this glorious glory on the spot.

December 12 is a Sunday.

It was cloudy and the temperature was 0°-8°C.

From the beginning of the fourth grade, as long as Dad does not go to night work on Sunday, this day becomes a "sleeping day" for Dad and Mom.

Song Qiaoxi made this proposal.

She feels that mom and dad are usually too hard, and she can also take advantage of the winter and summer vacations to sleep in, but mom and dad will give them three meals a day on weekends.

So she suggested that every Sunday in the future, father and mother can sleep until they wake up naturally, and they can make breakfast for them by themselves and Chu Jin.

Qiao Qin and Song Jianguo thought for a while, and felt that their two children were also older.

Chu Jin will be eleven years old in March of the next year, and Xixi will be nine and a half years old. They are not ignorant little kids.

Needless to say, Chu Jin is too capable of taking care of himself in life. When he first came home at the age of seven, he could do all kinds of tasks, and even rushed to do it.

But my daughter is kind of, um...

It's a bit hard to explain in a word.

It's not that Song Qiaoxi was not given the opportunity to exercise her self-care ability. She remembered that she could do some housework when she was a child, and later...

Alas, not all Chu Jin is used to it.

As soon as the girl picked up the rag, the rag was in Chu Jin's hand in the next second, and the broom and dustpan couldn't be distinguished, let alone hope that she could learn to cook something for herself.

Xixi's little mouth, that is, he can eat and babble, let her cook, and the carelessness and awkwardness might blow up the kitchen.

This time, for Song Qiaoxi's initiative, her parents felt that she realized the importance of "self-reliance" in her mind.

I also felt that anyway, there was Chu Jin by his side, and there was always a reliable child "to the bottom", so he agreed to Sunday's "Lazy Sleeping Day".

As soon as the alarm clock went off, Song Qiaoxi "guru" sat up from the pink princess bed, "pangji" pressed the "didi" little rabbit holding the carrot alarm clock.

After getting up, change your clothes, wash yourself, and tie yourself a ponytail loosely with a rubber band.

She started to learn to braid herself this semester. The double ponytail is difficult to learn, because it is not easy to split the head with a single high ponytail. She has to raise her arms, and her hair is many and long.

In the end, I found that without anyone helping me, I could only find a rubber band, randomly circle her hair into a low ponytail, and then re-brid her when Chu Jin came.

After tossing for a while, I feel sleepy again.

Song Qiaoxi heard movement at the door and walked to the door lightly wearing bunny cotton slippers.

Stretching her waist, she lazily greeted Chu Jin, "Wow, good morning..."

Chu Jin nodded, changed shoes at the door, and listened to her "humming" for a while.

When I looked up at her, I saw Song Qiaoxi slumped on the sofa. It is estimated that the little girl's voice had a strong nasal sound, especially soft when she got up.

He knew that Song Qiaoxi was not acting like a baby on purpose, but just humming unconsciously like "getting up," but it sounded...

The hand that unlaced the shoelace paused, and the heartbeat suddenly speeded up, like a small deer bumping around his chest.