Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

"Ah, mom went to the property?" Song Qiaoxi didn't lift her head back.

The broken zipper made me a little frustrated. She was so powerful that the zipper head fell off.

"The quality of school uniforms is too bad, do you know how to fix the zippers?" Song Qiaoxi finally raised her head as she grasped the skirt of her clothes with both hands.

In her impression, Chu Jin was almost like her father, basically omnipotent, and capable of everything.

"Let's talk about it when Aunt Qiao comes back, I won't do this..." Chu Jin said in a low voice, and then walked upstairs without looking back. He had just stepped two steps before returning. Turning around, her eyes flickered and looked away, "Song Qiaoxi, you know that I and you are not the same sex, right?"

"Oh?" Song Qiaoxi loosened the placket in her hand. The school uniform coat was not bound by the zipper, and hung on both sides of her body. She raised her head and stared at Chu Jin's face.

The expression on his face is very complicated, his brows are furrowed, his ears are red as if he is about to bleed, "I am a man, men are different from your girls, don't challenge..."

After the latter words, Chu Jin seemed to be unable to continue, and ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps.

The door closed with a "touch".

There was a fan in the living room and a gust of wind blew in. Song Qiaoxi then realized afterwards that it was chilly in her belly.

The more I thought about it, the more something went wrong, and with a "shoo", I wrapped my school uniform like two sacks.

Song Qiaoxi felt like she had done a stupid thing, her face was hot and her forehead was sweating.

It seems that since childhood, she has never treated Chu Jin as a boy.

In some respects, it seems that Chu Jin and Ding Miao are treated the same.

As a child, you can sleep with Chu Jin on the same bed. In summer, they both wore shorts and vests and played on the sofa. She could live in Chu without any scruples like an octopus. On the back, or leaning on the bed, Sapo rolled around, begging Chu Jin to help fold the quilt. When Chu Jin was annoyed by her, she would roll her whole inside the quilt and roll aside.

Even in junior high school, Chu Jin still rubs her head, and Song Qiaoxi sometimes holds Chu Jin's arm. The behavior between the two is intimate to outsiders.

But that kind of intimacy is the intimacy of the two little ones, the tacit understanding of growing up together, without any passion/desire in it.

It seems that even for such private matters as "big aunt", she can honestly ask Chu Jin to buy sanitary napkins for her errands without feeling shy.

Unlike the previous days when I was in Qizhou Foreign Languages, the girls in the class were always evasive to boys when they came to the "big aunt", they were secretly hiding and tucked away, and their faces were flushed like red apples at the mention of them.

But Song Qiaoxi never felt ashamed of this. Isn't this a normal physiological phenomenon?

I have to say that Xixi’s "straight ball" character when she was a child, after three years of junior high school, a little bit towards a "straight girl"...

But just now, she felt "shy" for the first time.

That kind of "shyness" carried a little other emotion in it, Song Qiaoxi couldn't tell what it was, as if there was something in her heart, she opened it with a "click".

That night, the atmosphere of the Song family's dinner table was a little weird.

In the past, Song Qiaoxi would talk non-stop with her little mouth. After chatting with her mother, she would chat with her father, and after her chat with her father, she would chat with Chu Jin.

Chu Jin is a standard idiot, but he will basically respond to Song Qiaoxi's words.

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin have long been accustomed to girls like a little sparrow, and the couple like to listen to her.

It is said that adolescent children will not kiss their parents when they reach a certain age, and they are reluctant to tell their parents anything, but her daughters did not encounter this problem.

Song Qiaoxi was still the same as when she was a child, regardless of what happened at school, the relationship between classmates in the class, or the funny things with the "Little Gang of Five", she told her parents frankly.

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin just listened, and laughed after they heard it. Occasionally, the girl had a little trouble and would give her an idea.

At this point, the Song family's family relationship is particularly harmonious, and it can be regarded as truly a parent and a mother like friends.

But today, Song Qiaoxi's state is a bit abnormal.

For dinner, Qiao Qin burnt his specialty sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised prawns, moss meat, cotton white sugar mixed with tomatoes, shredded cucumber, made an egg drop soup, and fried rice whites.

They are all the dishes Song Qiaoxi likes to eat. She can't open her eyes when she sees sweet and sour tenderloin. She can't wait to eat half a plate by herself.

At this moment, she had been choking on rice. She ate two pieces of sweet and sour tenderloin. She didn't raise her head much during the whole process, and she ate very quietly.

The Song family’s dining table is rectangular. Song Jianguo and Chu Jin are usually sitting in the direction of the door. Qiao Qin and Song Qiaoxi are sitting opposite each other. Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin are facing each other, and Qiao Qin and Song Jianguo are also facing each other.

"Why, our little speaker is dumb today?" Song Jianguo picked up a sweet and sour pork tenderloin with a crispy shell with public chopsticks, put it in a girl's bowl, and asked her with a smile.

"No..." Song Qiaoxi raised her head subconsciously, seeing that Chu Jin just looked up at her, a trace of doubt and concern in his eyes.

But with those attractive peachy eyes, Song Qiaoxi immediately thought of leaving her school uniform jacket open in the afternoon.

Her face burned again, and she hurriedly lowered her head, put the sweet and sour tenderloin in the bowl into her mouth with chopsticks, and swallowed it after a few chews.

"Leave the tomato soup for you, mom made it iced." Qiao Qin pushed the plate of sweet tomato soup to the girl.

The sweet and sour tomato soup is her daughter's favorite. When Chu Jin first came home, Qiao Qin always divided the soup between the two children, each with one bite.

Later, it was discovered that Chu Jin really didn't like sweet things, and this tomato soup became Song Qiaoxi's exclusive again.

"Ah..." Song Qiaoxi hesitated.

She thought of drinking the sugar-mixed tomato sweet soup in the dish, as if she would be a little embarrassed no matter what posture she used, would Chu Jin see her greedy look, wouldn't it look bad?

what! ! !

What are you thinking about?

Song Qiaoxi shook her head, thinking that she was stunned...

Song Jianguo and Qiao Qin exchanged glances, and the couple looked at the girl's face for a while and then white, and they pressed their lips together, feeling a little puzzled.

After a while, Song Jianguo shrugged, and Qiao Qin went out of his way.

Both felt that school might be about to start, and the pressure on the girls was relatively high.

After all, she has to learn SAT and TOEFL in addition to keeping up with ordinary high school courses and preparing for the college entrance examination.

After dinner, according to the old rules, Chu Jin washed the dishes, and Song Qiaoxi cleaned the dishes and the dining table.

After tidying up the table, Song Qiaoxi stood at the door of the kitchen holding a rag, looking at the profile of the young man wearing a smoky gray T-shirt, bending down to concentrate on washing the dishes, and she was a little dazed by the appearance of no distractions.

The black fragments scattered between Chu Jin's forehead, covering his sharp eyebrows, and those nice eyes looked down at the bowl in the sink.

He was troublesome, he didn't wear gloves, and his hands were immersed in water.

Chu Jin's hands are also very beautiful, with distinct bone joints and slender fingers, and because he is as white as a paper man, clear blue-purple bloodshot eyes can be seen on the back of his hand and arms.

Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi had a sentence in her mind that she didn't know from which magazine read, "The man who does housework is the most beautiful."

Hmm, it seems that it was the "Military Friend" that Wang Junyang threw in the boiler room...

She knew since she was a child that Chu Jin is a very nice little boy, better-looking than a little girl.

And now Chu Jin has become a handsome young man with a charming face.

It can be said that he is a beautiful boy, and he doesn't have a bit of a girlish temperament, but it is far from enough to describe him as handsome.

After thinking about it for a long time, there was a flash of light in her brain, and she thought of a suitable word.

Chu Jin, he really looks like a male fairy who can hook everyone away!

The "male fairy" turned his head at this moment, frowned slightly, looking at the little girl who was standing at the kitchen door in a daze, holding a rag in her hand, and waved to her, "Take the rag here, I'll wash it for you."

"Ah," Song Qiaoxi shook her head, avoiding Chu Jin's sight, approached him and handed the rag over.

There is no air-conditioning in the kitchen. It is a sauna day in Beijing at the end of August. Although the kitchen door is open, the air-conditioning does not come in. The room is slightly hot.

While waiting for Chu Jin to wash the rags, Song Qiaoxi clearly smelled the faint scent of mint shower gel on his body. This smell was really good.

Standing next to him, you can feel the slightly hot atmosphere of Chu Jin's whole body, as if his body temperature is always a little high?

Song Qiaoxi also felt that her body temperature had risen, and her head instantly rushed into blood.

I don't know if I lost face in the afternoon, or I couldn't face the weird feeling that I couldn't explain in my heart.

Song Qiaoxi, fifteen, began to have a little secret of her own.

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School is about to start in a few days of holidays.

Mom and Dad equipped her and Chu Jin’s room with a computer. Because the two people studied in different directions, they didn’t study at the dining table downstairs like in junior high school. During the summer vacation in high school, both of them would study in their own rooms. .

But tonight, Song Qiaoxi doesn't want to carry Yu Minhong's TOEFL red/treasure/book. At this moment, she just wants to talk to someone.

At 8:30 in the evening, she turned on the computer and saw that Ding Miao's QQ profile picture was bright, double-clicked Miao's profile picture, and started typing on the keyboard.

XIXI: Ooo~ Miaomiao, are you there?

Shui Shui Shui: Yes, look at Kangxi

XIXI: Miaomiao, ask you a question...

Shui Shui Shui: Say

XIXI: How does it feel to like someone?

Shui Shui Shui:! ! ! ! ! !

Shui Shui Shui: Tell me honestly, which handsome guy do you like?

XIXI: Ah...

Song Qiaoxi thought for a while, bit the bullet and typed a few words in front of the computer.

XIXI: It’s not me, but I have a friend

Shui Shui Shui: Ha ha, have a friend who wow?

Shui Shui Shui: To like a person, the most basic thing is to have a desire for him. Come, ask your friend, do you have a desire for a handsome guy?

Typing...

Ding Miao frowned on the other side of the computer screen, watching Song Qiaoxi's dialog box keep showing "inputting", after a long time, the other party only sent one sentence.

XIXI: My friend asked, what is desire?

Ding Miao pushed his glasses helplessly, and said to herself with a smile, "Gua Xixi, I haven't gotten her eyes on yet..."

As soon as he was about to fool him, he saw Song Qiaoxi send another line.

XIXI: Want to kiss his eyes, hug him, like to smell his body, is it a desire?