Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Huh?

Song Qiaoxi tilted her head suspiciously and found that Chu Jin had taken the slightly steaming shrimp.

A red prawn was quickly removed from the head and tail in Chu Jin's hands, and the shrimp thread was picked off.

In less than half a minute, a white, fat, undressed shrimp jumped back into her small bowl.

After a moment of stunned, he stared at the shrimp blankly, and then at Chu Jin.

As if nothing had happened, the boy's slightly long forehead blocked a little eyebrow, looked down, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and picked up the chopsticks to eat the food in his bowl gracefully.

When chewing, his mouth was closed tightly and there was no sound at all.

"I've done everything I can to help you peel it, why not eat it while it's hot?"

Mother Song teased her with a smile, and Song Qiaoxi looked back embarrassedly.

"Well, eat it..."

Sticking out her tongue, she grabbed the chopsticks and pulled the shrimp steak into her mouth.

The fresh big prawns my mother bought from the vegetable farm were very fat, the shrimp meat was springy and firm, and the cyan crust rolled in the broth and turned red.

After peeling, a piece of tender white shrimp meat is full of satisfaction in the mouth, sweet and slightly salty.

The glutinous dumplings that are usually too lazy to eat shrimp are stuffed with small mouths, chewing and chewing, and the taste buds are immersed in the delicious shrimp meat, as if they tasted the taste of the sea?

It's strange, why didn't you know that shrimps are so delicious before!

She touched her belly, weighed how much she had eaten tonight, and estimated...

It seems, it seems, you can still have some more shrimps, slalom?

I feel that I can eat at least two or three more shrimps.

Thinking of this, the dumpling stood up from the chair again, grabbing the chopsticks and preparing to fight to the end with the slippery shrimp in the pot.

Before raising the chopsticks, Song Qiaoxi noticed that someone gently tugged her left sleeve.

"Ok?"

He hummed and looked down.

well! Is it him again?

Chu Jin retracted his hand and said softly, "Sit down."

Song Qiaoxi listened to what the boy said, and sat back on the stool.

The two lower legs were dangling, and he glanced at him with his chopsticks in his mouth. Seeing that the boy didn't move much, he turned his head to watch TV.

There was lively and festive music on the TV, "Crosstalk, sketches, magic and acrobatics, storytelling, jokes, rap art, east and west, north and south, please watch, folk art talk..."

She stared at the screen, after listening to the opening song, she saw Aunt Wang Wenhua in a red dress appeared on the TV and began to report.

Oh, today’s first show of "Quyi Zatan" is acrobatics.

It's not the cross talk or the sketch that Song Qiaoxi likes, she turned her head in surprise, and prepared to let her mother give her some Longkou fans to eat.

But I was surprised to find that there were two peeled large shrimps lying quietly in his bowl, still steaming slightly.

Looking up at Chu Jin, his eyebrows drooped, and he wiped his hands slowly, and there were some red shrimp shells in the small enamel tray where the trash was placed.

He said in a low voice: "You have eaten a lot. If you eat too much, you will accumulate food. After eating these two, you can relieve your greed and stop eating..."

"Um... alright." Song Qiaoxi stretched out her finger and rubbed her nose.

I don’t know if it’s because of the hot pot, the room is too hot, or it’s a bit dry after eating too much meat, and my face feels hot.

It seems that if there is Chu Jin by his side, hands and hands become redundant?

No need to do anything, just a mouth...

I immersed my head and pulled the prawns in the bowl. This time, the two prawns were obviously the same as the one just now, but the little glutinous ball didn't taste anything, like chewing wax.

The sweet taste seems to have all disappeared, just chewed a few mechanically with small deciduous teeth, and swallowed it whole.

Fans didn't want to eat it anymore, all of a sudden they lost their appetite.

In the stomach, like a small butterfly, flapping its wings and flying around.

She whispered, "I'm full..."

After getting off the table, I ran to the bathroom to wash my hands.

Pulling her wet fingers back, she walked to the kitchen door, picked up her exclusive small bench and sat in front of the TV, staring at the screen intently at "Quyi Zatan".

Make a look that is completely attracted by the TV show, deliberately avoiding the inquiring eyes of Chu Jin and his parents.

Song Qiaoxi watched TV on the surface, but in fact her little heart was beating.

Now Chu Jin, treat her well, so good that she feels a little bit ashamed?

But why on earth are you ashamed?

Hot water vapor surrounded the small living room, and "gufugudu" was rolling in the hot pot. On the twenty-third eve of the twelfth lunar month, the atmosphere of the Song family was warm and warm.

"Luosang Xueyi" began to be played in "Song Yi Tan", Xiao Nuo Tuan did not make a giggle as usual, but blinked his eyes to think about his thoughts.

As a result, I sat on the bench and thought for a long time, but didn't think of a reason.

Sighed low...

Could it be that this is the legendary, growing troubles?

Father Song ate happily. When he thought that the two children were so prosperous, Xiao Chu was the number one in the class, and the girl was the third in the class. It was simply better than his evaluation of an "advanced worker" or "an advanced worker" in his work. "Senior title" is also happy.

I finally realized that every time Lao Ding got Ding Miao's transcript, his face was blooming with joy, his face was full of folds with a smile like a bun.

It turns out that the cubs at home are striving and learning well, is this what it feels like?

No wonder Lao Ding and Lao Wang came to have a drink at the end of the pre-kindergarten class. Lao Ding happily drank two taels of Lao Bai Ganer that night, and he was so prosperous that he kept talking.

Today, Song Jianguo has also felt the joy of being a master of learning at home.

Hey, Song Jianguo even felt that he had surpassed Lao Ding's happiness. After all, Lao Ding's family only had Miaomiao's strength, and Ding Yi didn't do well in the exam.

In his home, the girl and Xiao Chu all put gold on their faces, and who wouldn't envy them when they said out.

Taking this opportunity, Comrade Song Jianguo begged Qiao Qin for a long time, opened a bottle of Confucian House wine, and had a drink to cheer him up.

Blushing with drinking, Song Jianguo met his wife when he watched the little movements of the two children.

The couple looked at each other tacitly, shook their heads and smiled silently, no one said a word.

The cubs at this age are the cutest, just at the stage when they are ignorant of everything. Those small details that are friendly and slightly shy make the two parents feel warm, and they are about to melt.

Father Song remembered that when his daughter-in-law was pregnant, he was guessing that Qiao Qin was going to give birth to a son.

He is an indifferent son and daughter, and it is good to have children and daughters. They are all their own babies, and they all feel pain on the cusp of the heart.

If it is a girl, he will protect the big ancestor and the little ancestor in the family, if it is a son, they will protect the child and his mother.

Now Song Jianguo, looking at the soft and cute ghost and clever girl, and then at the quiet and calm Xiao Chujin on the table, there is a feeling of inexplicable child and daughter?

Oops, thinking about it this way, Xixi has a little brother by his side, who has been with her, and the two children grew up together, which is also very good!

I don't know if it's a little bit of alcohol, or if people are over thirty, they are particularly sentimental.

Father Song felt a little sad for a moment, and he felt that Qiao Qin would feel this way more or less.

That is, I really don’t want the kids to grow up...

The more the children grow up, the more independent they are. When they go to college, they must leave the family and live independently. What if the girl gets married?

Song Jianguo suffocated the Confucian house wine in the small wine glass, grinning so hot, his eyes were sour, and the matter of marrying a girl, I really can't even mention it, and it feels sad when I mention it.

Even if Song Qiaoxi is only six years old now, this matter still doesn't know how long it will take, but it's like a time bomb, buried in the father's heart.

"Tsk, you drink slowly." Qiao Qin said to him.

He hurriedly replied, "It's okay daughter-in-law, I'm a little anxious to drink, I'm happy today, hehe, both children are in a special drama, I'm really happy..."

Looking at the two small carrot heads, being parents, I hope that the children will always depend on themselves, and the feeling of being needed is really good.

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"Children, don't be greedy, Laba is the New Year; drink Laba porridge for a few days, twenty-three. Twenty-three, the sugar melon sticks, sending the stove king to the sky..."

Song Qiaoxi lay cross-legged on the bed in Chujin's boiler room, leaning on his big quilt on her back, holding a copy of "Children's Pictorial" in her hand and reading aloud, sitting beside her with Ding Miao on her knees.

Miaomiao quietly flipped through the book "Annie on the Green Gables", which Song Qiaoxi recommended her to read. It has been a semester strongly.

Of course, in the face of his favorite little friend, Miaomiao, Nuo Tuanzi resisted not having detailed the entire book "spoiler."

Ding Miao pushed his glasses from time to time, but there was no movement when he flipped through the book.

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, one of them carried a bench that came from the neighborhood committee office "Shun", and they hung their waists under the banner of Chu Jin's bed.

The two brothers were afraid that the other party would see their flags secretly, and they were extremely nervous.

"Your neck stretched too long, Ding Yi, go back a little bit..." Wang Junyang pushed Ding Yi's shoulder and asked him to lean back.

Ding Yi stretched out his hand to cover Wang Junyang's eyes, "You are! Don't peek, Wang Junyang, I warn you!"

As a result, the two of them lost expression management a bit.

Cough, how should I put it, that look, very like two little mice stealing rice...

Chu Jin sat at the desk with his pen "swiping" something on the paper. On the side was an open Mathematical Olympiad book, that is, the Mathematical Mathematical exercise book that Song Qiaoxi could not solve even with his ten-year-old memory.

It seems that he should be calculating the problem.

Last semester, Nuo Tuanzi and his father went to the Xinhua Bookstore several times and brought back many new titles and books for Chu Jin.

Sometimes Song Qiaoxi finds it strange?

No one forced him to study. Boys and girls at this age were all playful, and even the "primary school bully" Ding Miao occasionally got lazy.

But Chu Jin, like a clockworked robot, is also like a perpetual motion machine inside his body. As long as he wants to, he can study endlessly, do questions, and read books...

The winter vacation in 1997 officially began. Today is the twenty-fourth, Saturday of the twelfth lunar month.

Unconsciously, the "Little Gang of Three" first expanded into the "Little Four* Gang", and the team gradually expanded and became the current "Little Gang of Five."

The stronghold of the "Little Gang of Five" also gradually moved from Wang Junyang's home to the boiler room in Chujin.

At the very beginning, both Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were a little timid, after all, the shame they had done before was still vivid.

When the two cubs thought of it, they blushed with shame and their necks were thick, for fear that Chu Jin would still hold grudges, what if they retaliated against them?

This semester, both of them knew that Chu Jin was great, and both of them had extremely high IQs based on their military strength. If they wanted to play, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes?

But when the two stinky boys, under the leadership of Song Qiaoxi, had been in contact with Chu Jin for a long time, they unexpectedly discovered that although he rarely spoke and looked serious, he was not at all bad in his mind, and he was never pretentious.

In short, he is a very casual and not petty friend.

Yes, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi have already determined that Chu Jin is now their partners.

Still a good partner!

Regardless of the fact that a few of their children are arguing in Chu Jin's house, Chu Jin has never been annoyed by others, and it is left to them.

Occasionally, when playing board games, Chu Jin would also end up playing one or two rounds at the request of Nuo Tuanzi repeatedly.

only......

Chu Jin's level was too far behind them. Except for Ding Miao who could occasionally make it to the end, the remaining few cubs were killed early.

It can be said that no matter what He Chujin plays, he has no game experience.

This boy is like the ultimate boss in the game...

However, this did not prevent a few cubs from running to the boiler room after Nuo Tuanzi's buttocks.

How nice it is here, the heating is so hot in winter, there is no parental control, so free!

Slowly, a small hut of more than 20 square meters was slightly empty, and a lot of things were gradually added.

Originally there was only a chest of drawers at the door. Chu did not have a lot of things on his own. Besides, Uncle Wang brought him a closet for clothes. The chest of drawers was almost empty.

It’s good now, there are a lot of board games in the cabinet, various pictorials, magazines, comics, sandbags, shuttlecocks, skipping ropes and other toys, and all kinds of sweet and salty snacks and candies also occupy a grid.

Several children have moved in almost all of their "households", and they are still "restocking" continuously.

As soon as the holiday is off, the big guy can't wait to stay here 24 hours a day, completely reluctant to think about it.

"Oh, you said, why did you send the Stove King to heaven? Didn't Stove Lord keep his family safe? Why do you want to eat the Stove King first and then send him to heaven?"

Grandma Nuo Tuanzi's childish voice is sweet and greasy, with an upturned ending.

The questions she asked were always weird, and no one knew what the little dumpling had in his head.

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi moved surprisingly in unison, making them look like twins.

The two boys shrugged together, numbly, noncommittal.

This question, for both of them, once again exceeded the outline...

Song Qiaoxi stuck her tongue out to the two of them, knowing that Wang Junyang and Ding Yi must not know.

Or, do you know Chu Jin know?

She looked up, and the boy's hand with the pen paused, his back straight, as if he wanted to turn around.

And Miaomiao, who had been sitting next to her, moved at this moment.

Ding Miao raised his head from the book, speaking very slowly every word, and said to Song Qiaoxi like a kid: "Because the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month is the day to pay homage to Lord Stove. My grandparents’ home is in the countryside. They want Prepare tribute to the stove prince.

Legend has it that Lord Stove has been protecting the safety and health of his family throughout the year. After the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, he will report to the Jade Emperor. This family will report all year round whether it is good or bad.

In order to make the stove king say more, the common people prepare a lot of sticky, sweet food, such as sesame candied melon, winter melon candied, candied dates, dried persimmons, eight-treasure cakes and so on.

In this way, Lord Stove ate so many sweets, he would say more good things when he saw the Jade Emperor with a sweet mouth, or sticky food would stick his mouth and less bad things. "

Song Qiaoxi was already knowledgeable, nodded, and suddenly realized.

"You know so much, Miaomiao, you are so great, like an encyclopedia!"

Staring wide-eyed, grinning, and giving Miaomiao a thumbs up.

Then he touched his chin, thinking for a while.

She dropped the pictorial with her head, and leaned her whole body on Ding Miao’s thin shoulders. She looked at the ceiling and sucked her saliva. She whispered, “I have eaten sesame melons. What is winter melon candy, have you tried it, Miaomiao?

Sugar made from winter melon? Winter melon, isn't winter melon a vegetable?

Mom will make winter melon roasted minced pork, which is very delicious, and it is a must-have with rice! But winter melon is made into sugar, sweet winter melon, so weird...I wonder if it tastes good?

There are also eight-treasure cakes, which I have never eaten. They sound delicious. Are they similar to eight-treasure tea or glutinous rice and eight-treasure rice. Do they also contain longan, red dates, lotus seeds, etc.?

Hmm... Speaking of dried persimmons, I haven't eaten dried persimmons for a long time..."

Ding Miao poked Song Qiaoxi's forehead with a cool finger, and clicked her, with a smile in her voice, "Xixi, you are such a greedy cat."

"Oh, my dad said, it's a blessing to be able to eat!"

She rolled nonchalantly on Chu Jin's bed and stretched lazily.

"Puff, you are very lucky..."

Miaomiao laughed. The big eyes behind the glasses were curved. Xiao Nuo Tuan felt that Miaomiao laughed so sweetly, and why he was so thin.

Sure enough, the little girl at this age was as thin as Qiu Meng sister, with a kind of delicate beauty.

Unlike me, who is round and round, I will only be praised as cute.

However, there is nothing wrong with the meat, the fat is thick, and it is resistant to freezing in winter.

Nuo Tuanzi smirked twice, patted her meaty belly with a hand, and made a "banging" sound. She again remembered the big belly of the neighbor Aunt Sun, which was as big as a huge balloon. .

The mother said that the baby may come out at any time, and soon the neighbor's house will have a little sister or little brother.

At this moment, I saw Chu Jin turning around and sitting sideways on the chair, watching her quietly.

A few strands of long forehead were scattered on the boy's forehead, and the black soft hair was rubbing against his ears, and the hair was a bit long.

Next week, my mother will take Chu Jin to cut her hair, because she can’t cut her hair during the first month of the year. It’s unlucky. Her family, but there are two uncles...

The two uncles love her very much. Song Qiaoxi likes her the most, but there can be no unlucky things that hurt her uncles.

Today, Chu Jin is wearing a white turtleneck sweater and brown corduroy pants. The temperament of the whole person has changed from coldness to gentleness. The white sweater makes the boy exude a soft light.

He pursed his mouth and shook his head gently, as if to remind himself something?

Song Qiaoxi continued to touch her belly, but she opened her mouth without making a sound.

Oh, yes, remember it!

Chu Jin said, don't let her make jokes about her belly anymore, especially when there are boys.

Although she never treated Wang Junyang and Ding Yi as the opposite sex, Chu Jin's words were quite authoritative. Even if she didn't know why, Xiao Nuo Tuan felt that the other party naturally had his reason.

He abruptly swallowed the witty words that came to his lips, turned over, lay on the bed and continued to flip through her "Children's Pictorial", immersed in all kinds of "delicious" nursery rhymes.

There was a knock on the door, and the five cubs stopped their work together, and looked at the door with five pairs of eyes.

"Xiao Chujin, are you there? I'm your Uncle Wang."

It was Wang Junyang's father's voice.

Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin stand up from the chair, walked to the door to open the door, and promised, "Yes, Uncle Wang wait a moment."

With a "creak", the heavy iron door opened.

Uncle Wang stomped his feet and almost jumped in. The air-conditioning from outside blew in. Nuo Tuanzi shrank his neck and got up from the bed, crawling to Ding Miao's head, to block the cold wind for her.

"Hey, it's all here, you little guys are all here? Come on, it's all there, so I don't have to run two more."

Uncle Wang turned around and closed the door, walked to the bed, rubbed his hands, smiled and greeted their children.

By the way, Wang Junyang shook his head and messed up the hairstyle of Aaron Kwok that Wang's mother had meticulously taken care of for him.

Puff, Uncle Wang is also quite naughty, thought Nuo Tuanzi.

"dad......"

Wang Junyang was a little annoyed and yelled unhappily.

Scratching her hair with her hand, she glanced at Song Qiaoxi, her face flushed, as if losing face.

"All right, Xiao Chujin, Uncle Wang will tell you two things." Uncle Wang smiled and patted Chu Jin on the shoulder, unzipped the zipper of the cotton coat, and took out four red envelopes from his pocket, the thickest one. The stack was handed to him, "The first thing is that in two days, your aunt and I will return to Shanghai for the New Year. Auntie gave you the red envelope, come take it!"

"Uncle, I, I can't have..."

Chu Jin shrugged off, and did not take the thick pile of red envelopes painted with a cow moo.

"Oh, take it, you must take it. You are a role model for these little friends, they all have to learn from you, and everyone else has a share, come," said, Uncle Wang forcibly stuffed the red envelope into Chu. With all his hands, the remaining three red envelopes were distributed to Song Qiaoxi, Ding Yi, and Ding Miao, "'Little Gang of Five', we must study hard in the new year. We will make progress every day and learn from Xiao Chu."

"Study hard and make progress every day", the children heard it hard to say, but the words "other people have a share" are all heard by the children.

This is definitely Uncle Wang's highlight moment in the compound this year.

If there is a comparison, he will definitely be able to win the first place among the children's most popular uncles in the compound.

Song Qiaoxi didn't have much feeling for money before, and when she was in the orphanage, she didn't have any disposable funds.

In her new memory, the red envelope is very beautiful to her, and the brand-new banknotes inside are very refreshing to the touch.

But in the past six months, she deeply felt the importance of small money.

For a small amount of money, you can buy KFC, roast chicken, fried ham sausage, rice noodles, rice crackers, popcorn, candied haws, snowball hawthorn, big knife meat, fig shreds, big bubble gum, little tigers crispy noodles...

She happily accepted the red envelope from Uncle Wang, thanked her politely, and secretly glanced at the red envelope with all her eyes.

His red envelope looks so thick and thick, thicker than those of the three of them.

There must be a lot of small money in it, right?

Curious, Song Qiaoxi wondered if there was no one for a while, should he ask Chu Jin secretly, how much money was in the red envelope given by Uncle Wang?

If you have a lot of money, can you ask him to eat KFC for himself?

Well, if KFC is too expensive, deep-fried skewers are okay. I want to eat fried ham and large vegetarian chicken.

With a shy smile on Ding Miao's face, his expression was still calm as he was used to big scenes, and after politely saying "Thank you Uncle Wang" in a low voice, he took the red envelope.

But Ding Yi was so happy, his eyes narrowed when he was smiling while holding the red envelope.

Wang Junyang waved his hand generously on the side, as if saying "you're welcome" for his father.

He is not short of money, and when he goes to the grandma's house in the Shanghai stock market, he will get a big red envelope of several thousand yuan.

"The second thing, Xiao Chujin, do you still remember the uncle Gao you saw in the neighborhood committee last time? It's the uncle who has a big belly and wears glasses?"

"Yeah, remember." Chu Jin nodded.

"Uncle Gao also knows that you took the first place in the exam. I am especially happy for you. I will give you some school supplies and give you a big red envelope. Uncle came to tell you in advance that someone knocked on your door in the afternoon. Don’t be afraid. They are all the uncles and aunts of the newspaper, and your mother’s former colleagues. They care about you and want to come and see you. They are not bad guys."

Uncle Wang bent down, keeping his hands on Chu Jin's shoulders, patiently explaining the causes and consequences to him.

Chu Jin nodded and moved his lips, "Okay, I see, thank you Uncle Wang".

After explaining the matter, Uncle Wang raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said to the cubs in the room: "Okay, it's almost 11:30, lunch is going to be done, and you guys are not going home? Soon moms will be full again. The courtyard is looking for you, hurry up, let Chu Jin tidy up the room and prepare to go home for dinner."

Since Uncle Wang just sent a red envelope to the big guy, the cubs were obedient and started to take action.

Song Qiaoxi climbed to the bed, changed her shoes, gathered up a stack of pictorials and magazines on the bed, and stacked them neatly into the chest of drawers.

Back again, and Ding Miao pulled the sheets neatly and folded the quilt again.

After packing, Ding Miao and the others left first, and Wang Junyang went home with Uncle Wang.

In the room, only Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were left.

She put on the rose red cotton-padded jacket that hung at the door, brought her mother's knitted woolen cap with two braids of the same color, and jumped twice hard, trying to get the rose red scarf hanging on the hanger.

It is estimated that the clothes were too thick, and the Nuo Tuanzi action was immediately constrained. After jumping for several times, I couldn't reach the scarf.

Just after Chu Jin put on his coat, he put the red envelope given by Uncle Wang in the drawer, turned his back to Song Qiaoxi, and turned around when he heard her heavy breathing and panting of "Hey Yo, Hey Yo".

Nuo Dumpling is really like a small rose-red ball now. The thick rose-red cotton jacket seems to tie her hands and feet. It bounces like a clumsy little penguin, but it's not high, and it's up to three times off the ground. Five centimeters...

When she jumped up, the two small braids on the woolen hat flicked.

The billowing back is really like the back of the furry panda cub in the encyclopedia that Wang Junyang sent him.

After confirming that he had taken the key to the room, Chu Jin walked to the door and easily took off the thick scarf hung on the hanger.

Song Qiaoxi panted and stood by the wall at the door, almost rolling her eyes, muttering: "Don't put it so high next time, I can't reach..."

I couldn't help laughing. When there were no other people, he and Nuo Tuanzi were always easier to get along with. Even Chu Jin didn't realize that he and Song Qiaoxi were talking more and more.

"Hey, when the school started, who said that he could grow taller than me? It's been a semester and I haven't seen you grow up yet?"

He smiled so that his eyelids were extremely creases, and although it was a ridicule, he was more like a cat or puppy.

"I..... You want to give me time. I can't eat fat in one go. It's not an overnight thing to grow taller."

Listening to her habitual strong words, Chu Jin shook his head and smiled, without replying.

Seeing her stretched out his arms with difficulty, trying to **** the scarf from his hand, he touched his lips up and down and uttered a few words, "Stand well, don't move."

Song Qiaoxi listened to him, like a wooden person, and did not move.

Reached out and wrapped the scarf around her, tying a knot at the back of her neck.

Nuo Tuanzi's small round face was strictly obscured, only showing the tip of his small and cute nose, and those big watery eyes, staring at him eagerly.

Seeing her fingers sticking out, she asked casually, "Where are your gloves?"

Because she was covered too tightly, her entire mouth seemed to be "sealed", Song Qiaoxi's movement of shaking her head became very small, and it is estimated that she would not be able to move a lot.

The voice of the little milk came out from the scarf, "I, I seem, I forgot to bring it..."

"Tsk, what do you think about every day?"

Although he disliked the little **** his mouth, Chu Jin still hesitated without hesitation, took out the glove in his pocket, and put it on her hand three times.

Pushing this whole rose red, very festive little red ball out of the house.

Locked the door, he put his hand in the pocket of his coat, and walked slowly home with her.

The winter courtyard had just snowed two days ago, and it looks sunny today, but in fact it is very cold and cold.

Some of the snow on the ground has melted, and some has not melted, mixed with sand and salt grains, it looks very dirty, and some places are slippery, and it is easy to slip if you are not paying attention.

Along the way, Chu Jin took Song Qiaoxi's arm and led her slowly on the semi-insoluble snow.

I can get home in three to five minutes. Today, I walked for more than ten minutes.

It was almost at the door of the house, Xiao Nuo Tuan suddenly stopped and said nothing to leave.

Chu Jin bent down slightly, opened his mouth, and a white breath appeared in front of his eyes.

He didn't know what other clever and weird thoughts Song Qiaoxi had, so he had to patiently ask: "What's the matter? Aren't you hungry?"

Nuo Tuanzi nodded, and waved at him with a glove that was obviously larger. It seemed to be a gesture to Chu Jin to get closer.

"$%&"·@*&%/&&%%......"

Song Qiaoxi's mouth was wrapped tightly, and she was speaking in alien language in a muffled voice, and Ren Shenxian couldn't understand what she was talking about.

Chu Jin pulled down her scarf for a while, revealing her muffled little mouth.

"Emma, ​​suffocated me!"

The crisp, sweet childlike voice jumped into his ears like a bouncing bean.

"Me, can I ask you a secret?"

She raised her head cautiously, a small cloud of white gas bursting out of her mouth.

Frowning, Chu looked at Nuo Tuanzi in a puzzled manner.

secret? He never had any secrets to her...

After thinking for a moment, he nodded.

"Come here and don't let others hear."

Song Qiaoxi's big eyes were shining with a wonderful light, and that energy was never seen before.

The whole little face was filled with "baby is about to be suffocated by curiosity" and "If this secret is not told to me, I can't eat."

Chu lowered his head cooperatively and moved closer to her.

The sweet voice of the little dumpling was agitated, and she asked softly: "Uncle Wang, how much did I give you today?"

Frozen in place, Chu Jin seemed to understand the wonderful light that flashed in her eyes, what kind of light was it?

That is, the light of the Cai fan!