Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

One thing that happened at the newspaper party last year has always been like a little bump, and it has been in Song Qiaoxi's heart for a whole year.

At this time last year, Chu Jin was brought to the stage by Aunt Gao and Secretary Sun. Secretary Sun told all the newspaper staff about the car accident that his parents had experienced and the injuries he suffered. He also said, "This is a good thing." The name "child" made her feel uncomfortable.

Song Qiaoxi is a little girl who is easy to be happy, with a big heart and no grudges.

I don’t like crying, and I rarely lose control of my emotions. I have never seen the appearance of anger, sadness, or even hatred and disgust by anyone around me.

In this life, she grew up surrounded by love.

The love of mom and dad, and the love of friends around him, made Song Qiaoxi live a pure and happy life without fear.

Before December, Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao, two little girlfriends, got together to discuss the countermeasures for several millennial press parties.

Ding Miao is logical, Song Qiaoxi has many spooky ideas, and the two girls are quite complementary. After discussing for a month, they came up with such a countermeasure. This year they said nothing to let Chu Jin go to the newspaper party to read the "thank you". Up.

"Xixi, did we succeed?"

Ding Miao held the kraft paper envelope in her hand, and looked into the corridor on her tiptoe.

Song Qiaoxi jumped up and looked at it for several times, confirming that Aunt Gao really went down the stairs and disappeared into the corridor on the fourth floor, hugging Ding Miao's arm excitedly, "Miaomiao, we are half done!"

"Let me take a look for you first and see how to modify it." Ding Miao waved the kraft paper envelope with the newspaper logo, and raised his chin to Song Qiaoxi. "You go back to your seat first. What if Chu Jin will be back right away?"

"good."

Xixi nodded and jumped back to the back row of the classroom.

After a while, the class bell rang.

Wang Junyang stepped on the class bell and rushed into the classroom, running out of breath, the one-eyed boy turned his head and grinned at Song Qiaoxi.

Looking at his proud look, you know that the task must have been successfully completed.

Teacher Feng, the head teacher, turned on the TV in the upper left corner of the classroom, and an image of the principal of the Normal Primary School attached to the TV screen appeared. The principal began to give a regular speech before the holiday according to the usual practice.

Halfway through this class, Chu Jin and Ding Yicai typed "reports" into the classroom.

This semester, Chu Jin will occasionally miss class meetings because of the Olympiad training, and the head teacher of the students who study well will always treat them specially.

Because Ding Yi is well appreciated by art teachers, he was promoted to be a representative of art class this year. He often went to the art classroom to paint with the teacher during the large class.

At this moment, Ding held a picture scroll in one hand and shook it at Teacher Feng.

Teacher Feng raised his eyelids and saw that Ding Yi had come in with Chu Jin. Without even asking, he asked them to enter the classroom and return to their seats to sit down.

After Chu Jin sat down, Song Qiaoxi pursed her mouth and passed a note to him quietly, "What have you been doing? It took so long to come back?"

Chu Jin took the note, frowned slightly, and took a pencil from the pencil case to write a few words, "It's okay, Ding Yihua has forgotten in the art room. Go with him to get it."

Looking at the slip of paper he passed back, Song Qiaoxi suppressed a smile and drew a smiling face on the slip of paper.

Chu Jin usually participates in the Mathematical Olympiad training with his senior classmates in another teaching building attached to the primary school attached to the normal school, attached to the old red brick building.

It's also a coincidence that the art classroom where Ding Yi usually paints is also in the old red brick building.

So when Aunt Gao appeared in the school corridor, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi received Song Qiaoxi's signal.

The two little boys acted immediately, according to the plan they had agreed in advance, under the pretext that Ding Yi pulled things down in the art classroom, and asked Chu Jin to accompany them to find them.

Chu Jin often goes to the Mathematical Olympiad classroom, and is very familiar with the school worker who holds the key to the classroom.

When he arrived at the old red brick building, Wang Junyang used diarrhea as an excuse to delay time, and it took Ding Yi and Chu Jin for nearly twenty minutes before they returned from the old red brick building.

Chu Jin definitely didn't see Aunt Gao, and didn't know what happened to Aunt Gao.

Thinking that the plan was half-successful, Song Qiaoxi kept her mouth bent, and wrote beside the smiling face of the note, "I will leave with Ding Miao after school in the afternoon, and Wang Junyang and Ding Yi will accompany you on duty."

"You don't have to wait for me."

Chu Jin wrote on the paper.

In the note that came back, Song Qiaoxi wrote, "They have to wait for you by themselves, I can't stop them."

After school in the afternoon, Chu Jin packed up his schoolbags and stayed on duty. He looked up and saw Song Qiaoxi carrying a small schoolbag, jumping up and down like a rabbit in front of Ding Miao.

The two little girls whispered a few words, waved back to him, and disappeared at the door of the classroom.

Wang Junyang carried a schoolbag on one shoulder, Ding Yi carried the schoolbag in his hand, and the two "Humha Two Generals" strolled back from the front row.

"Something is wrong with them."

Wang Junyang hit Chu Jin, haha, his expression a little unnatural.

Ding Yi pushed his glasses and his acting skills were obviously better than Wang Junyang. He cleared his throat and said, "Yes, yes, girls are very strange. They both don't want to play with us anymore. Maybe they went to a video store, right? My sister. Said to accompany Xixi to buy Faye Wong's new album, what is it called "Only Love Strangers", weird name..."

Chu Jin shook his head and smiled, saying nothing.

The boy is Bingxue and smart, how can he not notice the strangeness of a few children?

He knew that Song Qiaoxi had always been sneaky these days, hiding any little secrets. Apart from him, the four people from the physical education class also gathered together to bite their ears.

Chu Jin didn't break it. Although he didn't know what the children headed by Song Qiaoxi wanted to do, he knew in his heart that what they were hiding must have something to do with him.

The reason is only possible out of friendship and out of protection for him.

Therefore, Chu Jin did not dismantle them.

Although Wang Junyang is in second grade, he is enthusiastic and straightforward. Ding Yi looks cowardly and on both sides like a wall, but his mind is delicate and soft. Ding Miao is cold on the surface, but never hesitates to praise his partner. He will always stand by his partner at critical moments. Around.

Song Qiaoxi, she always laughed innocently. The little girl who grew up in endless love will never have any reservations about her love for others, and she will be frank and frank.

Chu Jin glanced at Wang Junyang and Ding. The two boys were a little restless, carefully observing his expressions.

He got up and walked to the podium, picked up the blackboard eraser to wipe the blackboard, turned around and said to them: "You two are just standing there, don't you help?"

"Oh! We helped your group's duty students put all the stools on the table."

Wang Junyang smiled unnaturally, poked Ding Yi, and threw the schoolbag on the table.

Ding Yi also put down his schoolbag and scratched his head, "Here comes!"

Chu Jin turned around and wiped the blackboard with the eraser.

Hearing the two behind them, they kicked and clambered to move the chairs while discussing with each other in a low volume.

"You said, Chu Jin didn't find it, right?"

"I don't think so, he is so smart, he didn't just say wow when he found out?"

"That's good, it scared me to death. Seeing his eyes, I thought he had found out, and Xixi wanted to be anxious with me when I turned around."

"My sister will'kill' me! They are now like two tigresses, they don't look like girls at all..."

"When does the party start?"

"At half past four, Xixi and the others should be on the scene soon..."

......

Hearing "Party Party" and "Xi Xi coming to the scene", Chu Jin frowned, and his hand wiping the blackboard paused.

Today is the newspaper party?

Since it's a party, why didn't Aunt Gao come to the school to find him today, and no one told herself?

In the boiler room a few days ago, I heard people from the neighborhood committee talking about this year's "Thank You Letter".

Putting down the blackboard eraser, Chu Jin turned his head and asked in a low tone, "Today is the newspaper party, you all know?"

Wang Junyang straightened up with embarrassment on his face, shaking his hand, and stepping out of the bench, "I, I don't know..."

"Oh, hello..." Ding Yi jumped up on one foot, holding his smashed left foot painfully and shouting, "Wang Junyang! You don't have any eyes!"

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Song Qiaoxi and Ding Miao ran all the way to catch the bus after school.

After getting off the bus, the two little girlfriends ran out of anger, and rushed into the newspaper compound like two small whirlwinds.

"Girlfriend, run slowly!"

Uncle Li, the janitor, yelled at them both holding up the newspaper.

Song Qiaoxi turned her head and waved to Grandpa Li, "We are in a hurry. Goodbye, Grandpa Li."

"Xi, Xixi, did you get the key to the boiler room?" Ding Miao was about to breathe, and was pulled forward by Song Qiaoxi, "I, I can't climb the fifth floor, you, if you didn't get the key , Go home and take it by yourself."

"Don't worry, I got up at midnight last night and put the spare key of the boiler room in my school bag."

Song Qiaoxi had better physical strength, and dragged Ding Miao to the door of the boiler room.

She threw her schoolbag on the ground, opened the small outer pocket, took out a key with a small turtle keychain and opened the iron door of the boiler room.

The two little girls looked around, they were a little guilty.

"We, aren't we trespassing in private houses? I heard sister Qiu Meng say that it is illegal to enter private houses in foreign countries..."

Before Song Qiaoxi pushed the door, she felt a little guilty in her heart.

"No, the boiler room is the property of the public family and belongs to the collective. We are all residents of the compound. This is not a private entry into the private house. Besides, we will borrow all our coats and hats for use. All other things are Don't touch it."

Ding Miao pushed his glasses and said solemnly.

Or else, sister Miao is a logical ghost?

Xixi was persuaded and pushed open the big iron door of the boiler room with a squeak.

Chu Jin's room was cleaned up, and the familiar smell of shower gel filled the air.

Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath and stepped towards the closet.

"this?"

She picked up a blue cotton suit that Chu often wears, and turned to ask Ding Miao.

Ding Miao nodded, and took off a woolen hat from the hanger. "I think it's OK. I often see Chu Jin wearing this dress, right?"

"Okay, then I'll change it now."

Song Qiaoxi took off her pink down jacket and put on Chu Jin's blue coat.

Miaomiao helped her stuff her ponytail into her coat and put on a woolen cap.

From behind, she couldn't tell that she was a little girl.

"It's four-fifteen, shall we go quickly?"

Song Qiaoxi glanced at the small alarm clock on Chu Jin's desk and said to Ding Miao.

Ding Miao said, "Okay, let's go."

The location of the millennial party is still in the auditorium between the newspaper office and the dormitory of the compound.

At the entrance of the auditorium, two children, one tall and one short, were struggling to push open the heavy windproof curtain, and got in like two nimble little fishes.

In the auditorium, the atmosphere was warm.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and people were already seated. Uncles and aunts were all smiling and eating fruits and chatting happily.

The millennium is the year of the dragon. A large dragon head with teeth and claws hung above the auditorium. It was shining golden, and there were also indispensable red lanterns, bright colored paper garlands.

The two children found a corner to sit down. Song Qiaoxi sat in the innermost position, lowering her hat, and Ding Miao went to the front row to say hello to Aunt Gao and Secretary Sun.

"Little Dingmiao is here, your other friends? Didn't the'Little Five Gang' come with him?"

Aunt Gao touched Ding Miao's head and looked back.

"No, just me and Chu Jin came over," Ding Miao answered obediently, looking at Secretary Sun, who was bent at ninety degrees and nodded like garlic, she pointed to where Song Qiaoxi was sitting, "Let's sit down." There, Director Gao just asks Uncle Sun to call us directly on stage."

"Okay, Miaomiao is so sensible." Aunt Gao was very satisfied, and asked again, "Did you read the thank you letter Chu Jin?"

"Watched, watched." Ding Miao didn't change her face and her heart beats, "I've watched it several times, and I must have learned it by heart."

"That's okay, Ding Miao, you said that your Uncle Sun and I really broke our hearts for Chu Jin," I don't know why, the volume of Gao's mother suddenly increased a lot, and her throat seemed to be deliberately to let the person sitting next to him. The uncle leaders heard the same, “How much our newspaper leaders care about Xiao Chu Jin. Last year’s commendation meeting was very successful. Chu Jin can thank the leading comrades. By the way, Chu Jin’s speech was written by me and Secretary Sun. Written, Ding Miao, do you think it is good?"

Ding Miao really wanted to roll her eyes. After her parents were laid off, Aunt Gao occasionally ran into her and Ding Yi, and she must grasp their brothers and sisters to "educate" them.

What "can't spend money randomly", "Ding Yi can no longer buy comic books without doing business properly", "Ding Miao wants to work harder to get admitted to Tsinghua University", "help mom and dad lighten the burden and do more housework"...

The Ding family's affairs, they can solve the Ding family's own affairs. What is the matter with Aunt Guan Gao, mom and dad didn't say that to them, so it was her turn to talk about it?

Ding Miao raised her eyes and raised her voice a little, and answered Aunt Gao: "I don't think the writing is very good. They are all fake and empty phrases. The Chinese teacher taught us to write. The first point is to be true and unreal. No one believed it."

After speaking, Ding Miao raised his head to the uncles who gave them strange eyes and nodded slightly, then turned and walked to the back seat.

"Hey! This kid, how do you speak..." Aunt Gao didn't dare to lose her temper in front of the leader, and patted her thigh twice. Now, I just don’t have time to control the children. Ding Miao was a more polite kid before, and never talked back to adults."

"Director Gao, I think Ding Miao is right. I have the impression of Xiao Chujin's speech last year. The manuscript was not written by a child at first glance. It was full of mandarin. For a little older child, let him read it. I don’t know what it means. You and Xiao Sun need to review this."

It was the vice president of the newspaper who spoke. He happened to pass by with a tea mug.

Aunt Gao and Secretary Sun were both deflated, but they were thankful that President Jiang was talking to several editors and did not hear their conversation.

The party opened smoothly, and Uncle Wang was invited to sing on stage again.

This year he still imitated Zhang Yu and sang "The Rain Keeps Down", which won a lot of applause.

As soon as Uncle Wang stepped down, she saw Aunt Gao holding the certificate and red envelope in her hand, walking onto the stage with Secretary Sun.

Song Qiaoxi squatted down quietly, took off the woolen cap on her head, took off her wide blue cotton jacket, and tightly held a kraft paper envelope in her hand.

"This year is the millennium. At last year's party, we experienced misfortune. Chu Jin, a child who lost his parents in a tragic traffic accident, was commended by newspaper leaders for his excellent academic performance."

Secretary Sun was in the center of the stage, holding the microphone and smiling.

Aunt Gao took the lead and began to applaud, followed by applause in the hall.

After the applause, Secretary Sun went on to say: "This year, Chu Jin children once again achieved good results in the class this semester. They also represented the primary school attached to the normal school and won the first prize in the city’s elementary school Olympiad competition. Of course, Chu Jin's achievements are inseparable from the care and concern of our newspaper leaders.

This year, we have also prepared awards and scholarships for Chu Jin. Now let us applaud the children of Chu Jin and read "A Letter of Appreciation to Newspaper Leaders" for everyone. Applaud and welcome! "

Amidst applause and cheers, Song Qiaoxi held a kraft paper envelope in her hand and stepped on the stairs next to the stage to step onto the stage.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Hey, isn't it Chu Jin?"

"Yes, Lao Chu and Reporter Sun are boys?"

"This little girl, look familiar?"

"Isn't this the daughter of Editor-in-Chief Song, Song Qiaoxi!"

"Yeah, isn't this Xixi? Why is she on stage?"

......

In everyone's surprised eyes, Song Qiaoxi strode to the center of the stage, paddling her toes, and removed the microphone from the elevated microphone stand.

"Hey, hello..." she said tentatively, hearing her voice spread throughout the hall, she couldn't help asking again, "Can you hear it?"

The newspaper employees sitting down the stage looked at the pink jade and curly-haired girl standing on the stage, holding the microphone in hand, and sticking out their tongues playfully and cutely, and the audience burst into laughter.

Taking advantage of the stunned work of Secretary Sun and Aunt Gao, Song Qiaoxi unfolded the speech with a little effort with one hand, took out the fan of the speech under the national flag, stood straight, and began to read the "thank you letter" in her hand with great affection. .

She finally rewritten this letter during her lunch break, and Ding Miao polished it up a bit.

"Hello, uncles and aunts. My name is Song Qiaoxi. I am a pupil in Class 5 of the fourth grade of the Normal School attached. Today, I represent my deskmate and my best friend Chu Jin to accept the award. Chu Jin usually studies very well. Busy, there is no time to be there today, I will read the thank you letter aloud for him.

On behalf of Chu Jin, I thank the uncles and aunts who have been taking care of him in the courtyard. Thank you for thinking of him if you have something delicious. Although you have given Chu Jin a lot of delicious food, I secretly eaten some... ."

"Ahahahahaha..." There was another roar of laughter in the audience, "The old Song family's baby is really a trick, and it's so cute!"

"On behalf of Chu Jin, I would like to thank the old president, uncle, and Auntie Sun, who was the colleague of Chu Jin’s mother before her death. Thank you. Every year, I will buy new clothes, school supplies, and many good books for him, old president. Uncle will also stuff an extra big red envelope," Song Qiaoxi smiled embarrassedly, scratching her head with the letter paper, "The money in the red envelope he asked us to eat KFC from the Little Gang of Five..."

"Hahahahahahaha! Where's the editor-in-chief Song?"

"Editor Song is on a business trip and went to Beijing to participate in a seminar. He has a pretty good girl."

"Hey, how come Xixi is so cute, look at her little mouth, hahaha..."

"Don't tell me, what the little girl said is very touching, a little bit cried but so funny?"

......

"...Chu Jin's thank you letter is finished, and finally I personally want to say a few words to the leaders."

Song Qiaoxi finished reading all the contents of the letter, and after all these years, he took care of Chu Jin’s neighbors in the compound and the uncles and aunts of the newspaper office, thanking him without saying a word, and put down the letter paper in her hand.

"I hope that the leading uncles will stop letting Chu Jin come next year, as well as Uncle Sun, and Aunt Gao. Please don't tell me about the death of Chu Jin's father and mother every time.

I don’t know whether Chu Jin is uncomfortable or not, but I heard Uncle Sun talk on stage last year and I felt very sad. Although we are children, we also have self-esteem. We cannot just use us just because we are children. Self-esteem to do'political achievements' and'face-saving projects'. "

In this passage, Song Qiaoxi said neither humble nor overbearing, looking directly at the uncles sitting in the audience, the two words "political achievement" and "face-saving project" were written by Ding Miao.

Song Qiaoxi dared to say this, and because she was a child, she would be regarded as a "children's speech", but she believed it would have the desired effect.

Because she clearly saw that President Jiang frowned and looked at Secretary Sun and Aunt Gao who were standing on the stage several times seriously. When he looked at her, he looked at her with a smile and nodded frequently.

The newspaper's deputy president, Uncle, with a tea mug in his hand, whispered to President Jiang.

Wang Junyang's father also sat with them, and Uncle Wang secretly gave her a thumbs up.

"Last year I felt that Sun Mi and the others made this process bad and caused secondary harm to the child."

"Isn't it? I felt something was wrong at the time..."

"The daughter of the editor-in-chief Song is really brave. She dares to tell the truth at such a young age."

"Look at other people's children. They are so eloquent. Editor Song and Teacher Qiao can really educate children."

......

Song Qiaoxi breathed a sigh of relief and said wittyly: "Lastly, I am Chu Jin’s spokesperson. Our family Chu Jin is very busy and does not have time to deal with these chores. Please contact me directly if you have any questions about Aunt Gao and Uncle Sun in the future. My fixed phone number is 53211..."

After speaking, she put her toes back on the microphone stand.

When they walked to Aunt Gao, Aunt Gao and Secretary Sun had ugly faces, and their faces were blue.

"Thank you Aunt Gao and Uncle Sun. I will receive Chu Jin's certificate and red envelope for him."

Song Qiaoxi consciously took away the certificate and red envelope from Aunt Gao, and waved to the uncles and aunts who were cheering in the audience.

Seeing Uncle Wang walking to the side of the stage, she hopped to the side of the stage and was hugged from the stage by Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang put her on the ground and squeezed Song Qiaoxi's face, "We Xixi is awesome! How can you say that! Who wrote you the manuscript? I see, you will be able to pick up your father's work as an editor in the future. "

Song Qiaoxi shook her hand vigorously to Ding Miao who was sitting behind. She saw Ding Miao beckon to herself with excitement and smiled brightly. She turned her head and said to Uncle Wang, "I wrote the manuscript together with Ding Miao. I will go back. Uncle Wang!"

After that, she ran towards Ding Miao like Sa Huan'er's little sparrow.

Just after meeting Ding Miao, Song Qiaoxi held Chu Jin's blue cotton coat and woolen hat, and glanced up at the entrance of the auditorium.

Song Qiaoxi was taken aback for a moment, and took Ding Miao's arm with one hand.

I saw Chu Jin standing at the entrance of the auditorium, watching them steadily.