Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

The day before Grandma Song was buried, it was the fourteenth of the first lunar month.

Because the Song family had to leave early in the morning to go to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city, the three Song family brothers chartered a minibus to leave from the old house.

That night, Song Qiaoxi, his parents, and Chu Jin all slept in Song's old house.

The second day was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in 2005, which was also the death day of Chu Jin's parents. Chu Jin's parents and Song's grandmother were buried in a cemetery.

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin immediately prepared more flower baskets and some sacrifices. Before the Qingming Festival every year, the couple would take their two children to visit Chu Jin's parents.

It's rare to go now, thinking that the next day my old lady is done with work there, and then I will go to see Chu Jin's parents.

The Song family’s old house is a courtyard in the old Qizhou. You have to go through the yard from the guest room to the bathroom. The two bathrooms in the old house are not in the house.

At about one o'clock in the morning, Song Qiaoxi felt that her lower abdomen was swelling, and she was stunned and awakened.

In the past few days, my throat became hoarse from crying. The elders and two cousins ​​in the family babbled whenever they saw her, and asked her to drink more water.

Chu Jin didn't even leave the water glass. She just passed a cup of warm water to her mouth at every turn. She couldn't drink it or not.

Mom and Dad are free, and they pressed her head with water, and drank lotus root soup again for dinner tonight...

Dressed in a daze and dragged her shoes to the bathroom, Song Qiaoxi felt like a hot water bottle filled with every step she took, swaying as she walked.

Coming out of the bathroom, she saw that the light in the hall was still on.

At this moment, the doze has already woken up for most of the time. The little girl walked out the door very lightly, wondering who hasn't slept so late, and surprised to hear a familiar voice.

It's Dad's voice, that's right.

But at this moment, Dad made a sobbing sound, crying like a child helplessly.

"Xiao Qiao, I am a child without a mother, and I am without a mother..." Dad's voice intermittently came from the hall.

Song Qiaoxi froze outside the door.

A fifteen-year-old girl, standing under the eaves of the old house, felt painful in her heart.

It turns out that father will always be a child in front of grandma.

It turned out that Dad would also be sad and collapse, but he kept holding back not crying in front of her, and he kept comforting himself.

It turned out that what Dad lost was not her Song Qiaoxi’s grandma. What Dad lost was his mother...

For parents, even if they don’t see each other often when they grow up, as long as they know that they are still there, they will have full motivation to fight and fight.

Home is where they are.

"Squeaky" the door rang and the door of the main room opened.

Song Qiaoxi touched her tears in a panic, and saw her mother walking out of the hall with a towel in her hand.

Mother Song was stunned when she saw the girl, turned around and closed the door of the main room firmly, and also shut the cry of Father Song in the door.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Mother Song's voice was also a little dumb, with a point of reproach, but with a worried look on her face, she hugged her daughter in her arms.

"I went to the bathroom just now, daddy is okay?" Song Qiaoxi whispered in her mother's arms, her mother still had the warmth of the house, even if she didn't use perfume, she had that reassuring scent on her body.

"It's okay, what can your dad do? It's okay." Mother touched her daughter's hair, pretending to be relaxed.

"Dad crying?" Song Qiaoxi probed her mother's arms and looked at the hall.

Mother Song embraced her shoulders and pushed toward the guest berth. While pushing, she said, "What are you crying? Your dad was eating salty at night, and his throat hurts and coughs up sputum. Go back to the house to sleep and get up early tomorrow."

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On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of 2005, I ate glutinous rice **** in the morning. There were a large son of Song family, and some cousins ​​who came to help, old colleagues of Mrs. Song’s previous unit, colleagues of Mrs. Song, and more than 20 people. With the mighty minibus, he set off.

Along the way, the mini-bar put on it was grandma's favorite song during her lifetime.

"The water of Honghu Lake is wavy, and the waves are hitting the waves. The shore of Honghu Lake is ah, it is my hometown..."

When we arrived at the suburban cemetery, Grandma Song's funeral went well.

Because some old colleagues of Grandma Song and Grandpa Song came over, parents and their parents were also busy hiring, and the family was full of older children, so they didn't care about them too much.

"Dad, I will accompany Chu Jin to see his mom and dad first?" Song Qiaoxi offered flowers to her grandma, stood aside and had nothing to do, walked over and said to her father.

"Well, you go first. Your mother and I will finish here, and we will go there in a while." Dad Song nodded, and it didn’t look like a strong fight, making it difficult for Song Qiaoxi to compare the energetic father in front of him to yesterday. People who cried late at night think of it together.

Dad beckoned to Chu Jin, motioned him to come closer, patted Chu Jin on the shoulder and said: "Exhaust, when you two go to see your parents, go slower. Both go downhill. Pay attention to the steps. You look at it. Xixi, don't let her run too fast."

"I see, Uncle Song don't worry." Chu Jin picked up the flower basket and wine beside him, and said to Song Jianguo.

This cemetery on the outskirts of Qizhou is very large, built on a hillside, with good scenery and many pine and cypress trees planted around it.

People with poor legs and feet are a little strenuous. They have to climb multiple steps wherever they go. Some steps are indeed a bit steep.

For two 15- or 6-year-olds, climbing a few steps is nothing.

Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were very familiar with this cemetery, and the two of them traveled from the top of Grandma Song’s hill to the halfway point of Chu Jin’s parents.

"Would you like to have a drink with Uncle Chu in a while?" Song Qiaoxi looked at the wine bottle in Chu Jin's hand, jumped down two steps, tilted her head and asked him.

Chu Jin shook his head, stretched out his hand and frowned and said to her: "I don't drink, so be careful, can you not jump? The stairs are steep, what if you fall?"

Song Qiaoxi grabbed his arm and did not jump obediently.

When he looked up, he saw that not far away, two people stood in front of the tombstone of Chu Jin's parents.

"Chu Jin, is there anyone else coming to see Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun?" She raised her finger to show Chu Jin.

Song Qiaoxi squinted her eyes, she was on the third year of junior high~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Seeing too much made her a little pseudo-short-sighted, and looking at the backs of the two people was a bit familiar.

Both are tall and dressed in black, and one wears a black top hat.

The man with the black top hat held a cane in his hand, and he tilted his body as if he couldn't stand firmly, and the people beside him helped him.

Song Qiaoxi saw clearly, and took Chu Jin's arm, "It seems, it seems to be Grandpa Chu and Uncle Mingzhe? It's strange, how could they be in Qizhou..."

Chu Jin's body was obviously stiff, and he stared at the two people standing in front of his parents' tombstone without saying a word.

The two of them hadn't seen Old Man Chu for more than a year.

During the summer vacation last year, the Song family signed up for their two children to participate in an overseas study tour organized by a foreign language school. They went to Vancouver, Canada to attend the Summer School for a month and a half. They didn’t stay in Beijing for a few days. After a break, they returned to Qizhou to start school. Three.

Even if he lived so close, it was an important reason why Mr. Chu didn't take the initiative to ask to see the child.

Chu Jin later heard Uncle Song tell him that Chu Youhe himself made a promise that he would not come to see him if the investigation did not know the truth about the car accident of his father and mother.

Mr. Chu also believed in what he said. For more than a year, he has not come to disturb Chu Jin's life.

Only occasionally talked on the phone with Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin, to learn about the child's situation from the Song family's couple, and to communicate the progress of the investigation of the accident between Chu Chengmin and Sun Qiuyu.

In Qizhou's home, Song Qiaoxi often received gifts sent by post from Beijing. She knew that these gifts were sent by Mr. Chu.

Gifts are always double, as long as there is Chu Jin, there will be hers.

It’s just that she shows each gift to her parents first. If it’s expensive, she will hand it over to her mother. Generally, she will take it back to Beijing when her father finds time to return to Qizhou, and entrust the property steward to return it to the Chu family. .

If it is a cute doll, a good-looking original book, a beautiful little skirt, or some school supplies, she will stay with her mother's permission.

Over time, the gifts sent by Mr. Chu are more "good for investment". Knowing that the children like to read books, he sent the original hardcover books in batches to Qizhou. The school supplies are also luxury brands with no logos, and the trademarks are changed. After sending it with the packaging, Chu Jin didn't choose clothes, so Mr. Chu asked someone to buy a beautiful little skirt for Song Qiaoxi.

Probably, this is the only way Mr. Chu can find to express his affection for the children.

"Don't you want to see Grandpa Chu?" Song Qiaoxi hesitated, pulling Chu Jin's arm, "If you don't want to see, shall we come back later, or..."

I wanted to take advantage of Old Man Chu and Uncle Ming Zhe not to find them, she and Chu Jin sneaked back first, but when they spoke, Old Man Chu just turned around and saw them.

Song Qiaoxi still remembered that Chu Jin was somewhat resistant to Grandpa Chu.

At this time, Chu Jin's attitude surprised Song Qiaoxi.

"No, let's see him." Chu Jin said in a deep voice, walking calmly in front of Mr. Chu, and Song Qiaoxi followed him.

It has only been more than a year. From Song Qiaoxi's view, Mr. Chu's appearance is much older, and his figure is even thinner.

He looked at them on crutches, looking excitedly beckoning to them.

"Hello, Grandpa Chu, and Uncle Mingzhe..." Song Qiaoxi said hello politely.

"..." Chu Jin just nodded slightly, his expression cold.

"Children, it's been a long time..." Elder Chu's tone was a little excited.

It's been a long time since I saw the two children. Why did Chu You miss the two children in his heart.

Chu Jin is his grandson, dreaming about it.

Song Qiaoxi was a child of the benefactor's family. She grew up with her grandson. The little girl is likable, sensible and lively. Everyone loves her. Elder Chu also likes her.

Even thinking, these two children's childhood sweethearts seemed to be right, if only Xi Xi could be his granddaughter-in-law in the future.

After talking with Song Jianguo for more than a year, Chu Youhe carefully read the survey materials several times and reviewed the experiences of his eldest son, daughter-in-law and grandson in Qizhou over and over again. He couldn't help himself with heartache.

He also knew that the final result was the bitter fruit he planted back then.

For more than a year, in addition to his eagerness to compensate Chu Jin, Mr. Chu's remaining energy was devoted to assisting the police in investigating the car accident that year, and he did not hesitate to hire a private investigator to dig out more evidence.

Because of the agreement with Song Jianguo, even if Chu Youhe missed his grandson again, in order not to disturb his children's normal life, he restrained himself from appearing in front of Chu Jin.

Although Song Jianguo said that he could call Chu Jin, Mr. Chu always felt that he was ashamed of this child and his son and daughter-in-law before he found out the truth. He had no face to see them.

So even if he thinks about his grandson, he always rushed to Qizhou secretly from the capital to Qizhou every time, hiding in the car, looking at Chu from the school gate from a distance, and then leaving silently, never daring to leave once. Had a face-to-face with Chu Jin.

However, yesterday, Chu Youhe finally received a reply from the police.

The police officially issued an arrest warrant. In this matter, Mr. Chu asked the Chu family to assist the police with all their strength, and immediately controlled the suspect.

"Chu Jin, grandpa, grandpa promised you that I will not disturb your normal life until the truth is found out." Old man Chu was emotional and spoke a little fast, "Today, grandpa is in front of your parents. Face, first solemnly apologize to you."

Elder Chu leaned on crutches, bent down with difficulty, and bowed to Chu.

Mingzhe, the assistant on the side, held his arm to prevent the old man from being unstable.

"You don't have to apologize to me, you have nothing to apologize for me." Chu Jin stepped back, his voice faint.

As long as the investigation of the accident of the father and mother is clear, and it was not done by Mr. Chu, then from the perspective of Chu Jin, there is not that much hatred for the grandfather by blood.

Chu Jin just hated this kind of "father", and his younger uncle Chu Chengmin was right in saying that Chu Youhe really didn't deserve to be a father.

Chu Jin looked at Chu Youhe with red eyes, and said word by word: "But you are really not a good father. When your own child lost his mother and needed his father most, you chose to use work to escape everything. The most basic concern has not been given to your child."

"Grandpa admits that these are all the mistakes Grandpa made back then. Grandpa really regrets it very much. But now that he really has no other way to make up for Cheng Min and Qiu Yu..." Chu Youhe pulled out Handkerchief, wiped the corners of his eyes, "Grandpa came today because the police have found out the truth. As soon as I received the notice, I rushed over from Beijing. When Grandma Xixi passed away, I wanted to ask you Uncle Song to explain the matter first. Let's see if you want to see me..."

Elder Chu shook his head, as if he felt that what he had just said was unnecessary. He paused, then turned his head and said to Mingzhe, "Mingzhe, where's the materials? Hurry up, get all the materials."

Mingzhe nodded, and took out a bright yellow folder with hard cardboard from his briefcase.

Chu Jin bypassed Mr. Chu and Mingzhe, and walked to the tombstone of his parents.

He respectfully put the flowers and white wine in his hand on the tomb of his parents, took a deep breath, straightened up, and took the folder that Mingzhe had handed him.

Opening the folder, he quickly scanned the stack of dozens of pages in front of him.

Looking at it, Chu Jin's fingers applied force unconsciously, and abruptly pinched the edge of the folder jam, and pinched a few traces...