Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Holding the woolen hat tightly with one hand and the large blue cotton jacket under her armpit, Song Qiaoxi grabbed Ding Miao's arm with the other hand.

Song Qiaoxi coughed a few times, shook her head, and flicked the ponytail behind her head, "Ahem, Miao, Miaomiao, am I right?"

Obviously, Ms. Miao accepted the facts faster than she, and calmly patted Song Qiaoxi's hand and said, "Oh, it's Chu Jin."

Song Qiaoxi's palms were sweaty, and she looked back at the rostrum in a panic, for fear that Aunt Gao and Secretary Ding would find that Chu Jin was really here.

Fortunately, Aunt Gao and Secretary Ding were both standing next to President Jiang and Vice President Uncle Jiang with their waists down, and their faces were wrinkled with smiles.

It's great if I didn't find it. I don't know. Did Chu Jin hear what he said on stage just now?

Closed her eyes tightly, Song Qiaoxi begged God in her heart for blessing, he had better not hear anything...

"Let's go, stay here for a while and others will see Chu Jin."

Ding Miao squeezed her wrist and said.

Song Qiaoxi hurriedly took Ding Miao's hand, "Ah, hurry up."

The two little girlfriends walked hand in hand to the entrance of the auditorium under Chu Jin's gaze.

Song Qiaoxi swallowed uncomfortably at Shang Chu's dark and bottomless eyes, and stopped in front of him calmly.

"you......"

Just opened his mouth and wanted to ask him "Why are you here?" There was a rush of footsteps behind Chu Jin.

"Wow! Ding Yi, you are too slow too..."

Wang Junyang slammed the brakes and stopped, followed by Ding Yi, who was about to lose his breath as he watched.

"Ah, everyone is here..."

Wang Junyang scratched his head, squeezed his eyes at Song Qiaoxi, and made a gesture of surrender.

"Aunt Gao, they seem to be coming over!"

Ding Yi said something very fittingly, and pointed his finger behind Song Qiaoxi.

Song Qiaoxi hurriedly pushed Chu Jin out of the auditorium, muttering in a low voice, "Go, go, go home..."

The "Little Gang of Five" exited the gate of the auditorium.

The sky was dark, the open street light at the entrance of the auditorium was dim, and laughter and applause broke out from time to time in the auditorium.

Song Qiaoxi stood two or three meters away from Chu Jin, looking back at the two "pig teammates", Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, the two boys kicked stones on the side of the road in a persuaded manner, as if they were a background. plate.

Ding Miao was also standing next to Wang Junyang and Ding, a little far away from her. Miaomiao pushed her glasses, shrugged helplessly, and whispered, "I can't help but tell the truth."

She was wearing Chu Jin's blue cotton jacket and clutching Chu Jin's woolen hat with her left hand. Song Qiaoxi touched the red envelope in her cotton jacket pocket with her right hand. The hard shell certificate of merit fell into the auditorium while panicking when she went out just now.

With one hand pulled out the red envelope and raised it above her head, Song Qiaoxi rushed to Chu Jin with a smile on her back, "I, I will collect the red envelope for you today, this is for you!"

You know, the red envelopes that Chu usually receives during the New Year are all in her pocket.

This time, if you take the initiative to give it to him, you should be happier, right?

Song Qiaoxi avoided Chu Jin's gaze, drooping slightly.

"You have been planning for so long together. There are too many loopholes, right?" Chu Jin said with a smile, calm and calm, and continued slowly, "I thought you could come up with a detailed plan. Wang Junyang and Ding Yi recruited on the spot..."

"what......"

Song Qiaoxi glanced sadly at Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, and lowered her hand holding the red envelope.

Sure enough, boys are so unreliable...

When she turned her head back, she raised her head slightly, saw the full face under the dim light, and held her breath slightly.

He seems to be different from before?

Chu Jin was eleven years old in March of this year, and he jumped a little bit longer.

The tails of his eyes raised slightly, and his peach blossom eyes fixedly looked at her, with a bright smile on his face, which looked gentle but powerful.

In short, there was not a trace of anger or any unhappiness on Chu Jin's face as Song Qiaoxi had imagined.

On the contrary, the whole person looked very relaxed, but Chu Jin's relaxed posture was much taller than Wang Junyang and Ding Yi who stood crookedly beside him.

Song Qiaoxi's left hat was taken away by Chu Jin. He put it on her head and said with a smile: "You look good on it? It's just that the coat is a bit big. If you like to wear my clothes, I will give it to you."

Song Qiaoxi pulled the woolen cap on her head with her hand, and asked him in a low voice, "Aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry? Didn't you say that I am usually very busy, are you my spokesperson?" Chu Jin gently touched the top of her head through the hat. Do people think you are at a loss when you are like this?"

After a pause, Chu Jin went on to say, "Go, it's getting dark. Aunt Qiao can't see us when she comes home from get off work, she needs to be anxious."

"Oh, are you really angry?" Song Qiaoxi followed behind his ass, beckoning to her partner who was standing a few meters away, and beckoning the big guy to follow, "You want to take the red envelope!"

"Didn't you say that I have invited you all to eat KFC for my red envelopes? It's not bad for this meal, let's go to KFC tomorrow..."

Chu Jin's voice came to Song Qiaoxi's ears lightly from the front.

Song Qiaoxi felt a bit bursting, and a hot sensation in her chest filled her face until her ears were hot.

Wow!

So he heard everything!

She looked back and found that Ding Miao and the others had followed, stopped, and prepared to take Ding Miao's arm.

But after hearing Chu Jin walking in front, he said in a very low voice: "Thank you for my little spokesperson."

Song Qiaoxi took Ding Miao's hand a few seconds later.

But I don't know why, looking up at Chu Jin's back, I only feel that my heart...

Puff, puff jumps a bit fast.

-

On the morning of the first day of winter vacation, during breakfast, Song Qiaoxi heard her mother talking on the phone with her father who was on a business trip in Beijing.

"Well, don't worry about it at home..."

Mother was carrying her on her back, with the phone between her ear and shoulder, holding a pen in her hand, and writing something on the paper.

"You can help as much as you can. Well, there is still money in the passbook. I will go to the bank in the afternoon and call Lao Xia..."

Mother's voice is not loud, but Song Qiaoxi can hear it clearly at the dining table. She raised her head and glanced all over. He quietly drank the porridge with a spoon without making a sound.

The mother said: "Okay, I know, it's an emergency, there is nothing difficult in anyone's family. Then first, do you still talk to your girl?"

"Xixi, dad call." Song Qiaoxi heard her mother call her.

Put down the spoon and ran to the living room. Picking up the receiver from her mother, Song Qiaoxi excitedly asked a series of questions: "Dad! Have you seen Sister Qiu Meng in Beijing? Is your sister better? When can you come back?"

"Yes, everything is fine for Qiu Meng. She is very happy to see your letter. Dad will go home the day after tomorrow, and you will listen to my mother at home and help me take care of my mother with Chu Jin, you know?"

Song Qiaoxi's voice in the earpiece made Song Qiaoxi very relieved.

"Then do you know when Sister Qiu Meng will be back? Is she going to have an operation?" Song Qiaoxi asked.

"This... I heard from your uncle Xia, the doctor said that he would be hospitalized for observation. Whether the operation depends on the specific situation, don't worry, everything is fine here in Qiu Meng."

She was relieved to hear her father say this.

"Okay, my obedient father."

"By the way, girl, you started writing your winter homework earlier this year. Don't be like last year. School is about to start and you stay up late to catch up with your homework."

Song Qiaoxi replied in a vague way: "Oh, I know..."

After breakfast, Chu Jin went back to the boiler room to do Mathematical Olympiad problems.

When he changed shoes, he said to Song Qiaoxi: "I went to eat KFC at noon. Yesterday I promised you that Wang Junyang and the others will also go. I have agreed with Aunt Qiao."

"Great!" Xixi cheered.

In the morning, she listened to her father's words and sat down at the desk to do her winter homework, looking up at the boiler room downstairs from time to time.

Chu Jin's curtains were opened, reflecting light during the day, making it difficult to see the people in the house.

After writing more than two hours of homework, Song Qiaoxi stretched out, stood up to pour herself a glass of water, and glanced out the window casually...

She saw an uncle leading a short child out of the boiler room.

The uncle looked familiar, as if he was Uncle Yu who worked in the publishing department of the newspaper. The little boy is his son, Yu Tian, ​​who is seven or eight years old this year. He looks very mischievous.

A question mark slowly popped up in her heart, Song Qiaoxi thought, what are they doing with Chu Jin?

At noon, Chu fulfilled his promise, took the "Little Gang of Five" by bus to the vicinity of Ginza Mall, and used the "Scholarship" red envelope to invite the big guy to have a KFC meal.

After lunch, Wang Junyang obviously didn't want to go home so early.

He was sitting on the red plastic bench of KFC, taking a sip of ice-cola with a straw in his mouth, "Let’s go to the sixth floor of the Ginza Mall and play with toothpick and dance machine? Shooting is fine! I heard my cousin say that it’s nearby. There is also a skating rink, do you want to go roller skating?"

Ding was not interested in any games that needed to be played. He wiped the salad dressing on his mouth with a paper towel. "This is near Quancheng Road. Let's go to the Xinhua Bookstore on Quancheng Road to see which comics have been uploaded? Chu Jin Can I go and see if there are any new original text books?"

"I want to go to Heihuquan to take photos. I'll take my camera! How about we go for a walk in Heihuquan?"

Song Qiaoxi licked her fingers, put it down and gnawed clean, leaving only the boned fried chicken wings.

In fact, she didn't care where she went, just remembering that her mother said that strenuous exercise after a meal was not good, so she didn't agree with Wang Junyang's proposal.

Just before leaving the house, she stuffed the camera into Chu Jin's schoolbag. For the good weather today, it is better for everyone to go for a walk, breathe fresh air, and take pictures by the way.

Turning her head, Song Qiaoxi asked for the opinions of Chu Jin and Ding Miao sitting aside, "Chu Jin, Miaomiao, where do you want to go?"

Ding Miao shrugged coolly, "I'm going to the Xinhua Bookstore to read the tutorial book."

"I'm going back to the compound. Let's play. I'm going to make up for Yu Tian in the afternoon."

Chu Jin shook his head and carefully wiped his fingers with a tissue.

Song Qiaoxi asked in surprise: "Yu Tian? Is it Xiaodou Ding Yutian from Uncle Yu's house? Isn't he in the second grade, so he needs to make up lessons at such a young age?"

It turned out that what she saw this morning was really Uncle Yu who worked in the publishing department of the newspaper. Uncle Yu's son Yu Tian was generally two or three years younger than the members of their "Little Gang of Five."

For Song Qiaoxi, she is now an older child who is going to be in the upper grades. Look at the seven or eight-year-old little puppies in the compound who have just been in elementary school for two years with their noses. They are so small.

"Uncle Yu asked me this morning. I hope I can help Yu Tian make up for math and English. Let's go and play. I'll go back first."

Chu Jin nodded and started to pack the dinner plate.

"Then I will go back with you."

Song Qiaoxi was taken aback, and followed to clear the dinner plate in front of him.

She felt strange, why did Chu Jin suddenly start to make up lessons for the child?

In front of Wang Junyang and the others, it's hard to ask directly.

Chu Jin always has his consideration in doing things. Many times she is reluctant to say the reason. She has to ask for a long time every time, and she only speaks a few words when it is annoying.

The "Little Gang of Five" were all there, and Song Qiaoxi was a little embarrassed to grind people in front of everyone.

Wang Junyang also panicked and began to clean up, raising his head and saying to Song Qiaoxi: "Xixi, I will accompany you to take pictures in Heihuquan, Ding Yi and Ding Miao go to Xinhua Bookstore."

"I, I don't want to take pictures today..."

Song Qiaoxi lowered her head to pack the dinner plate, and before she stood up, the dinner plate in front of her was taken away by a slender pale hand.

As soon as he looked up, Chu Jin stood up and threw the garbage from the plate into the trash can next to her for her.

"Xixi, didn't you bring your camera? They don't accompany you to Heihuquan, I will accompany you."

Wang Junyang also stood up and raised the tray.

Chu Jin picked up the black backpack from the seat, draped one shoulder on his shoulder, turned his head and raised his eyelids, and asked Song Qiaoxi faintly: "You go to Heihuquan to take pictures, or come back with me?"

"I'll go back with you." Song Qiaoxi didn't even think about it, and stood up from the chair, "You go home early, and pay attention to safety on the way."

After finishing speaking, he ran out after Chu Jin's back.

"Xixi..."

I vaguely heard Wang Junyang yelling to her, and he kept walking. Just about to turn his head, Chu Jin grabbed his arm.

Chu Jin opened the door of KFC for her, grabbed her arm and pushed out the door like a chicken, "Be careful, you almost hit the door."

"Oh."

Song Qiaoxi answered in a daze, forgetting what someone called her just now, and didn't notice an imperceptible arc of Chu Jin's lips.

Two children, one tall and one short, came out of KFC, just in time for a crowded bus.

Chu Jin asked her to get in the car first, and he followed behind.

"Beep, student card."

After swiping the bus card, Song Qiaoxi walked in with the flow of people, found a small space and just stood firmly, and looked up to try if he could reach the handrail of the hoist ring.

The body shook so badly, and suddenly she braked. She just stood on tiptoe to reach for the armrest. She couldn't stand firmly and couldn't control her body to jump forward.

In the next second, someone grabbed his arm and held it, with a Chu Jin voice above his head, "Why are you running so fast? Why don't you wait for me."

"Oh hello, master, slow down..."

"How did you drive? This brakes hard."

"There are still children here, it scares the children!"

......

There was noisy surroundings, the crying of children, and the complaining of adults one after another.

"You didn't let me get in the car first?"

Song Qiaoxi held her mouth, looked around and on top of her head, sighed, she couldn't reach the handle...

"You hold my arm."

Chu Jin said, turning his body sideways, he was more than a head higher than her, and he could easily grasp the hoisting armrest above her head.

Song Qiaoxi reached out and grabbed Chu Jin's left arm, habitually holding it in her arms like she did when she was a child.

"I will supplement Yu Tian in math and English this winter vacation, and take two days off every week..." Chu Jin said, as if he knew the doubts in her heart, he paused, and then added softly, "rest I can accompany you to take pictures in Heihuquan in the next two days. If you want to go to the Botanical Garden, Qianfo Mountain is also fine."

"Why do you want to make up for Yu Tian?" Song Qiaoxi asked for a long time.

She knew that many uncles and aunts in the compound wanted Chu Jin to make up lessons for their children and promised him a lot of supplementary fees, but Chu Jin always refused on the grounds that he was too busy studying and had no time.

Helping others to make up lessons, especially children who are inattentive, will definitely be very hard and tiring. Chu Jin himself has to prepare for the Olympic Mathematics competition next semester, and his own learning pressure is very great.

Why did you agree to Uncle Yu suddenly?

Uncle Yu was transferred to the distribution department of the newspaper two years ago. It is said that the newspapers now receive the best treatment, and the most profitable is their distribution department.

Will Uncle Yu give Chu a lot of money?

Song Qiaoxi couldn't hold back it, and she asked, "Uncle Yu will make up for your tuition? Is it a lot?"

"Five hundred yuan a holiday." Chu Jin said.

"So much money?"

Song Qiaoxi stared at him with wide eyes.

In the millennium, five hundred yuan is a lot of money for elementary school students.

But what Song Qiaoxi didn't understand was that as long as everything she wanted was reasonable and reasonable, her parents would be satisfied, and her parents would do everything they wanted to her.

It stands to reason that Chu Jin should not be short of money.

"But, are you short of money?"

Song Qiaoxi asked honestly.

Chu Jin looked into her bright eyes and replied in a low voice, "I have nothing to spend..."

"Then why give Yu Tian a make-up lesson?" The little girl came up with axis strength, wanted to break the casserole and asked to the end, shaking Chujin's arm.

Chu Jin pressed his lips.

The reason, he didn't want Song Qiaoxi to know.

The life experience of foster care in a relative's house when he was young made Chu Jin very sensitive. He would pay close attention to the words of Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao every day, and speculate about the family's financial situation.

This morning, he heard Aunt Qiao and Uncle Song calling, which meant to lend money to Uncle Xia.

Chu Jin has always believed that because the Song family has one more child, the pressure is greater than that of ordinary families. If they are able to make money, they can reduce their burden...

Then why not do it?

He hoped Song Qiaoxi could live a carefree life without any worries, just grow up happily, or even not grow up for a lifetime.

Because I, Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao will protect her.

Therefore, he would not let Xi Xi know about this matter.

"What are you talking about, why on earth?" Song Qiaoxi squeezed Chu Jin's arm, asked again, and looked up at him blankly, "Well, tell me, oh, I'm so anxious... ."

Song Qiaoxi turned on the "Small Mo Renjing" mode, with a very small voice, and humming with a nasal sound, asking over and over again.

She really lost her temper, and Chu sighed.

Even if she didn't want to let her know, she had promised her that she would never lie to Song Qiaoxi.

After pondering for a long time, Chu Jin blinked, and finally turned his gaze away, deliberately avoiding her persistent gaze, and whispered: "Because I want to save money to support you."

This......

Isn't it a lie?