Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Song Qiaoxi jumped off the high stool and turned the hem of her skirt. Except for a faint water mark, there was no ink blue.

She raised her small face and said with a smile: "Thank you, auntie school doctor, for causing you trouble."

"It's okay. No classmates came to see the doctor at this moment. You should go back to class. You will participate in the singing competition after class."

The school doctor aunt pressed on the alcohol lid and answered kindly.

"thank you."

Chu Jin lowered his head and said, quite polite.

The two walked out of the school infirmary with their back and forth feet. The class bell had been ringing for a while.

Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin stood shoulder to shoulder. When they went up the stairs, they just ran into the teacher Feng, and walked upstairs head-on.

"Hey, Song Qiaoxi, Chu Jin, where have you been?"

Teacher Feng wore small heels and walked down the stairs in full aura.

"Teacher Feng, Chu Jin took me to the school doctor's room and asked the school doctor's aunt to clean the skirt with alcohol," Song Qiaoxi quickly explained, remembering that she only said the result, but didn't say the reason, so she added, " At that time, Liang Feifei poured a bottle of ink on me..."

"I see, this is something wrong with Liang Feifei. When the singing competition is over, let Liang Feifei apologize to you. But you two have to talk to the teacher, you know? You can't run out so silently and can't find you. The two are so anxious to me."

Teacher Feng bent down and looked at the hem of Song Qiaoxi's skirt. It was wet and slightly smelled of alcohol.

"Well, Teacher Feng, I brought Song Qiaoxi out."

Chu Jin said, and took a step forward.

Teacher Feng knew that Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin grew up together, and they should have sympathy for brothers and sisters. She didn't believe the "gossips" that Liang Feifei said.

Feng Aihua knows Chu Jin's life experience, and he also knows that Song Qiaoxi's parents are usually taking care of him, and he trusts the character and virtue of the two children.

Song Qiaoxi usually laughs, never cares about anything, and is very popular.

Chu Jin seemed indifferent on the surface, but he never refused the help of his classmates.

What's more, the grades of the two children are among the best in the class.

No teacher doesn't like this kind of students, obedient and well-behaved, and doesn't like to cause trouble.

"I still think of something that can wash off the ink. You are quite smart, and you know that alcohol can wash off the ink?" Teacher Feng smiled, and did not say that they had delayed half a math class, "Okay, I'll send it. You two go back to class, and explain to Teacher Li, so that he doesn't need to talk about you."

"Ms. Feng is so nice, thank you Mrs. Feng."

Song Qiaoxi sticks out her tongue, pulls Chu all the way, and follows Teacher Feng to climb the stairs.

She likes Teacher Feng the most, and the head teacher is different from other teachers.

Teacher Feng is very kind, and he always talks about reason in case of trouble. Unlike the math teacher, Mr. Wang, who has a temper and calms them down.

"But, how did you know that alcohol can wash off the ink?"

Song Qiaoxi "heh hehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" as she climbed the stairs, still thinking about this question, tilted her head and asked Chu Jin.

"Walk and look at the stairs." Chu Jin reminded her.

"I'm watching it. You haven't told me how you know that alcohol can wash ink? Did you see it on "The Windmill" or "Little Dragon Club"?"

Leaning his head over again, Song Qiaoxi continued to ask.

In her eyes, Chu Jin looked like Doraemon today, and also like a knight descending from the sky.

Effortlessly, the big problem that made her worry was solved.

"..." Chu Jin shook his head and gently pulled Song Qiaoxi's arm, "You look at the steps, don't look at me."

Having to retract her head, Song Qiaoxi honestly counted the steps under her feet.

He whispered in his mouth, "Chu Jin, Chu Jin, I secretly learned the little tricks in life, I don't know how to share it with my good friends. It really hurts you for so many years..."

Chu Jin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was speechless, "..."

The little girl broke the habit of asking the bottom of the casserole, which often made him overwhelmed.

I don't want to find a reason to prevaricate, and I don't want to tell her the truth, so I will distract her from the topic...

It's just because, in Song Qiaoxi's opinion, many life skills are "interesting and fun".

It was Chu Jin, who was forced to "learn" it when he was fostered at his uncle's house in those years.

The boy hasn't been able to "practice" to a certain level yet, so he can tell her that "life experience" without any disturbances and emotions.

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In 1999, the 15th Anniversary of the National Day held by the Primary School Attached to the Normal University officially kicked off the singing competition to celebrate the return of Macao.

Today, every class in the school will perform a chorus song. The little Douding in the first and second grades does not participate in the competition and is only responsible for watching the competition.

The remaining four grades, fifteen classes, have to perform fifteen songs in total.

The order of performances is determined by lottery.

Teacher Feng sent the study committee member Ding Miao to the stage to draw lots. Miao Miao was really lucky and was lucky enough to draw the finale appearance order, the fifteenth place.

But the students in Class 5 of the fourth grade were so excited that they all geared up and vowed not to take first place.

The children have been rehearsing for a full two weeks, and they will take time to practice during the big breaks and in the class meeting, and they are full of morale.

More importantly, they have a "secret weapon" in Class 5 of Grade 4, which is a "magic weapon" that no other class has.

Several reporters from Qizhou TV Station have been recording the whole process. The reporters of the newspaper are carrying short-shot cameras, and they are busy behind the front desk of the station.

Class 5 of the fourth grade was arranged to sit on the west side of the auditorium, near the back of the podium.

Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin are going to be on stage alone. In order to make it easier for them to move around, Teacher Feng asked them to sit on the outermost side, close to the aisle.

A young uncle carrying a "big cannon-tube" camera happened to be nearby to take a photo. Putting down the camera, it was a face familiar to Song Qiaoxi.

My uncle covered the camera cover and waved to Song Qiaoxi, "Xixi, you look so handsome today. She looks like a little princess. Song's sister-in-law will really dress you up."

"Uncle Xiaosun! Why are you here?"

Song Qiaoxi waved her hand in surprise. She knew this uncle. He was the young uncle Sun in the editorial department of her father and was a photojournalist.

Usually when they go to their father's work, they often encounter the photojournalists at the reporter station. They are all short shots, and they are all awe-inspiring. Song Qiaoxi has the most eyes on the cameras of these reporters' uncles and aunts.

"I'm here to take photos of your small school today. Are you two going to lead the singer on stage?"

Uncle Xiaosun asked with a smile.

"I'm the lead singer, and Chu wants to play the piano." Song Qiaoxi lowered her voice and said to Uncle Sun.

Uncle Sun shook the camera in his hand and said: "At that time, Uncle will take a few more photos for you. After you wash them, let Editor Song bring them back for you."

Song Qiaoxi pulled Chu Jin's arm, "Uncle Sun comes to take a picture of us."

"Hello, Uncle Sun." Chu Jin leaned slightly and said hello politely.

"Yeah, Xiao Chu is here, and I haven't seen you. Both of you are like a small model today. Uncle will take a good photo of you for a while and wait to see your performance!"

Uncle Xiaosun smiled naively, beckoning to a colleague not far away, it seemed that he was going to the other side to take a shot.

Song Qiaoxi remembered something, and quickly made a "come" action to Uncle Sun.

Uncle Sun squatted down, the little girl covered her mouth with both hands, leaned close to her uncle’s ear and said in a very small voice: "Uncle Sun, when our class is performing, you can help me take a few more pictures of Chu Jin and Can I take a picture of me in the same frame? Can Chu Jin also help me take a few more pictures of himself, uncle, can you take a few more angles?"

"Puff..." Uncle Sun suppressed a smile and nodded, "Okay, no problem, Xixi's request, Uncle will definitely meet you."

"Keep it secret!"

Song Qiaoxi urged him worriedly.

Reporter Xiaosun was overjoyed. The child was so cute, so he promised her hurriedly, "Keep it confidential, Xixi can rest assured. That uncle will go by first, and wait to see your wonderful performance!"

After reporter Xiaosun left for a while, the singing competition officially began.

The opening was "Flowers of the Motherland" sung by the younger brothers and sisters of the third grade. After that, students of different ages sang "I Love Beijing □ □", "Planting the Sun", "The National Flag and the National Flag Are Beautiful", and "Serving the Country with Loyalty". , "My Motherland and Me" and other songs.

Song Qiaoxi took it seriously, and from time to time she whispered a few words in Chu Jin's ear, and made a comment on the "competitor".

After listening to a dozen songs, she became more confident.

She felt that her class was very well prepared this time, and the songs she chose were really good, not to mention that they had "secret weapons" that other classes didn't have.

There is a gap between the performance of the fifth class of the fourth grade, the teacher Feng and the deputy teacher Li organize the students to stand up from their seats, line up, and go to the backstage in a unified manner.

Teacher Feng is holding a black plastic bag with a lot of stuff in it.

It was the turn of the students from Class 5 of the fourth grade.

Song Qiaoxi was on the right side of the backstage, holding the microphone in both hands, her palms sweating slightly.

Chu Jin didn't stand with her. Chu Jin stood on the other side of the stage, because the piano was placed on the leftmost side of the stage.

Across the wide stage, Song Qiaoxi stood on her toes slightly and looked across.

She became a little nervous again, like a little rabbit in her stomach, jumping around, and her heart beating extremely fast.

Thinking of the last time I was so nervous, as long as Chu Jin smiled at her and gave herself an encouraging look to calm down, Song Qiaoxi kept looking around and looking at the opposite side.

I haven’t seen Chu Jinren yet, I only heard the sweet voice of the senior host’s sister from the front of the stage.

"Next, let us invite students from Class 5 of Grade 4 to bring you "Song of Seven Sons", conductor, Feng Aihua, the teacher of Class 5 of Grade 4, lead singer, Song Qiaoxi, piano accompaniment, and Chu Jin.

The audience burst into thunderous applause.

Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath and glanced back at the classmates. The little black leather shoes took the first step on the stage of the auditorium.

When she hurried to the center station, she saw the left side of the stage, and Chu Jin also walked onto the stage.

Don't dare to make random movements on stage, always remember the words of Teacher Feng and the music teacher, and smile.

But my heart is still up and down, like drumming.

Looking at the black press in the audience, Song Qiaoxi found that she wiped the sweat from her palms before she took the stage. After a short while, she became wet again.

Suddenly, she used her peripheral vision to find that there was a person standing next to her.

Chu Jin looked as usual, stood beside her, smiled and pulled his wrist, bowing slightly to the audience.

At the moment of bowing, Song Qiaoxi noticed that Chu Jin gently squeezed her wrist twice.

It turned out that he was still worried that he would be nervous.

A warm stream of heat rushed through his chest, as if there was some magical power, and suddenly calmed the little rabbit in his stomach.

When he got up, Chu Jin had already walked in the direction of the piano.

The audience burst into enthusiastic applause again, which also aroused heated discussion among many students.

"What's that boy's name? He is too handsome!"

"It's called Chu Jin, it's Bancao from Class 5 of the fourth grade. Damn, his temperament is too amazing..."

"Say he is a schoolmaster. He has been taking first place in the exam. This year, he will represent the school to participate in the Olympic Mathematics competition in the province."

"The math is so good, can you still play the piano?!"

"Not only can I play the piano, but I can also play taekwondo, calligraphy, and read English novels at ordinary times. I am an all-rounder."

"Listen to you, is Chu Jin still a person? He's not Tiga Ultraman, right..."

......

Everyone in the audience was discussing Chu Jin, and his outfit today is indeed too eye-catching.

In the 1990s, the pupils in the provincial capital all wore rustic clothes. Even the school uniforms were earthy and there was no tailoring design at all.

Chu Jin's neat little suit, coupled with his tall figure, and handsome white face, sat by the piano, it was indeed pleasing to the eye.

Chu Jin adjusted the piano seat, turned his head and gestured to the class 5 classmate of Grade 4, and glanced at Song Qiaoxi again.

His slender hands touched the piano keys, and a sonorous sound of the piano sounded, as if making waves of ripples on the calm lake.

And every ripple, trembling with the notes, also struck the hearts of the audience in the audience.

Song Qiaoxi walked forward two steps, and silently counted the beats after standing still.

Raise the microphone and put it to his mouth, the voice of immature and fresh singing like a little yellow warbler echoes through the microphone over the auditorium.

The chorus of the classmates behind him is very harmonious with the piano sound. The fourth grade students generally did not change their voices. The children's chorus has a strong childishness, but it is particularly touching.

At the end of the song, the chorus students took out two small flags from behind, one is the five-star red flag, and the other is the green lotus flag of the Macao Special Administrative Region, waving one on the stage in the other.

This is the secret weapon of the fifth class of grade four. Teacher Feng specially spent careful thought to buy the small national flag. In the 1999 school singing competition, everyone wore school uniforms to perform.

Except for a special dress up for the singing club, the other students are all the same.

In order to be different from other participating classes, Mr. Feng thought of letting Chu make full use of piano accompaniment, and preparing a small national flag and the flag of Macao Autonomous Region to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the motherland and return to the motherland from Macao.

As soon as the performance of the fifth class of the fourth grade was over, the teachers and students of the whole school in the audience burst into flames.

"Their class is too unexpected! Not only the live piano accompaniment, but also the lead singer is so cute, they can't beat the fifth grade of the fourth grade..."

"You see they also have a small flag and the flag of Macau. Why can't our class teacher come up with such a good idea?"

"Shhh, be careful to be heard by the teacher in charge. The little girl leading the singer is so cute, she seems to squeeze her face."

"It's so good, it's too sweet, it looks so small, what do you think is her name Xi?"

"Song Qiaoxi, is a literary and artistic committee member of Class 5 of Grade 4, she looks like a small beanie in Grade 2 or 3."

"Wow, but it's so cute. She smiles like a doll with brown curly hair and looks like Shirley Dumball."

"She and I have a small dining table, singing very nicely..."

......

After the curtain call, Teacher Feng instructed the students to stand still, and saw Little Uncle Liu standing in the middle of the stage with the camera on his back.

The flashes flashed several times in the audience, and reporter Xiao Liu saw the innocent and innocent smiling faces of these children in the viewfinder.

He didn't forget Xi Xi's request.

During the chorus just now, I captured a lot of portraits of Zhang Chujin and Song Qiaoxi, but the two children were too far apart and the group photo was not taken.

Just taking advantage of the present opportunity, reporter Xiao Liu adjusted the focus, the two children stood side by side with the camera aligned, and the two children were particularly pleasing to the eye. There were a lot of "clicks".

Reporter Xiao Liu put down the camera, made an "OK" gesture to Teacher Feng on the stage, and gave a thumbs up to Song Qiaoxi.

"Do you think I sing well?"

Before stepping down, Song Qiaoxi couldn't help but gently pulled Chu Jin's sleeves and asked him in a low voice.

Up to now, her hands are still wet. She didn't feel nervous anymore when she sang. Now she stepped off the stage, but she felt a little trembling in her body.

"Well, it sounds very nice."

Chu Jin gave her a positive answer, took out a tissue from her pocket and handed it to Song Qiaoxi.

Song Qiaoxi followed the army towards her squad. While wiping her hands, she said, "Um...it's a life-saving straw. My palms are all sweaty. How do you know?"

"..."

Chu Jin smiled, noncommittal.

He felt that Song Qiaoxi should ask, is there anything he doesn't know about her?

Little girl, she asks herself all kinds of weird questions every day, not all questions he will have answers, or he can give answers now.

Song Qiaoxi didn't feel annoyed when she saw that Chu Jin didn't answer her, so she changed the question in an instant, "Then do you think we will get the first place?"

"Well, I think..." Chu Jin glanced at her firmly and nodded, "Our whole class practiced so hard. There were no mistakes in this performance. You also performed well as the lead singer. Teacher Feng still With the national flag prepared, we will definitely be able to get a good ranking."

"I also think I will win a prize, but can I win the first place?"

The tissue in Song Qiaoxi's hand has become a ball, and she is rubbing it back and forth nervously.

When I waited for the results, I was often the most anxious, praying secretly in my heart, hoping to get the first prize in the fifth class of the fourth grade.

Little Mouth murmured to himself, muttering like a little monk chanting, "God bless us in Class 5 of Grade 4, let's get the first prize. The first prize is ours, the first prize, the first prize, the first prize. ....."

Chu Jin's ears clearly heard Song Qiaoxi's milky nagging, turning her head to look at her overly nervous look, feeling cute and funny.

Two people are still sitting next to each other in the auditorium.

He comforted softly: "Don't be so obsessed with rankings. If you work hard, you won't regret it."

"..."

Song Qiaoxi's mouth stopped all of a sudden, she turned her head and looked at him with big eyes, looking for a long time.

Looking a little uncomfortable by her, Chu Jin frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"No, you are a bit weird recently?"

Song Qiaoxi said solemnly, putting her hands on her chest and thinking.

Chu Jin was confused when she asked, "Huh?"

The tissue in her hand was already damp. Song Qiaoxi still held it in her palm, squeezed it twice, and said slowly: "Your tone of voice has been so mature lately, like my dad. Your Uncle Song..."

"..."

Chu Jin was silent for a while, really didn't know how to answer her.

Think this question is a bit inexplicable and a bit funny?

"Just, there are so many things that you just drag me to do, don't tell me why, don't explain the reason to me, and ask you for a long time without saying anything." Song Qiaoxi looked a little wronged, and couldn't keep her mind in her heart." You see, you used to write programs on your home computer, and every day you showed me that you were doing things that I didn’t understand, but you didn’t tell me what it was. I was curious every day, guessing every day, and there was nothing in the end. Be patient. I didn't know until my birthday, you made a new mini game for me as a birthday present."

"Also just now, Liang Feifei soiled my skirt, you pulled me out of the classroom, I wonder why you can't tell me directly where we are going and what to do, so that I won't ask. Many questions..."

Song Qiaoxi's mouth pouted.

I don't know if it was because she had just experienced a tense game that made her emotionally extremely sensitive.

There were people running around on the stage, and the whole auditorium was noisy at this moment.

Waiting for the time to count the votes, the head teachers of each class did not keep the students quiet. The teachers and students of the school were chatting non-stop, and they were all nervously waiting for the result of the competition.

"Unhappy?"

Chu Jin asked softly, glanced at the crumpled ball of paper in her hand, and pulled out a new tissue.

"I think you and my parents treat me as a child, but mom and dad don't treat you as a child like me."

Song Qiaoxi glanced at Chu Jin quietly, and finally could only tell the truth honestly.

It made Chu Jin almost couldn't help but laugh, the little girl went around, so it was here?

He took the crumpled tissue from Song Qiaoxi, Chu Jin replaced a new tissue and stuffed it into her hand, and shook his head helplessly, "Song Qiaoxi, you were originally younger than me, you are a child... ."

"But, I don't like being treated as a child. I am nine years old and will be ten in June next year."

Song Qiaoxi retorted.

At this age, I was in an awkward period when I felt I knew everything, but I didn't know anything. I didn't belong to the little beanbags of kindergarten and primary one and two, and did not belong to the older children in the upper grades.

It may also be because her appearance is too small. Song Qiaoxi will be given up her seat as a lower grade child when she is on the bus.

Because of this incident, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi laughed for a long time.

I know that they are not malicious, but every time I look at the people around me, they grow up, and I am still a little boy. Being the shortest member of the "Little Five", it makes her faceless, even more so in my heart. strength.

She Song Qiaoxi, but the boss of the "Little Gang of Five"!

It actually fell to the point of being laughed at by the younger brother, not because it is not long...

The little sprout who longed to grow up and long to be treated equally has turned into a young and strong sapling in Song Qiaoxi's heart.

But on the outside, it was still a tender green bud.

"But, you grow up one year older, I also grow up one year older, I will always be older than you, another way of thinking, you see if this is true, even if you are thirty years old, you are an adult, in Uncle Song and Joe In Auntie's eyes, are you still a child?"

"..."

Song Qiaoxi pinched a dry tissue and thought about it...

It seems that this is the same reason?

Chu Jin saw her big eyes fluttering and blinking a few times, the tight expression on her face eased, and she said gently: "We have been taking care of you and protecting you, okay?"

"Okay, not good..." Song Qiaoxi bit her lip, paused, and looked up at Chu Jin's beautiful eyes, "Because I also want to become stronger, so I can protect you and take care of you. "

Even if it is not strong enough, I will do my best to protect you.

Chu Jin looked at her shining apricot eyes, thick dark brown eyelashes curled up and slender, brown pupils were crystal clear like amber gems, and there was a clear light in the eyes.

An imperceptible smile flicked across the corner of her lips, and Chu wanted to rub the fluffy curly hair on her head.

But now in school, the ten-year-old boy already knows that there are some actions that are too intimate among the friends. At this age, you can't do it in front of your peers.

I will be booed by my classmates and talk behind my back.

"Then, starting from today, I will eat less, grow slower, wait a minute, how about you?"

Chu Jin put his hands on top of each other, with a gentle smile in his tone.

"Hmm..." After thinking about it seriously, Song Qiaoxi raised her head, clenched her small fist, and said seriously, "It's better not, I will try harder to eat meat in the future, and I must grow taller as soon as possible. Grow up! I can chase you, you don't need to wait for me."

"..."

Chu Jin frowned, there seemed to be something wrong?

Are you chasing me?

-

After waiting for a long time, the rostrum finally confirmed the list of winners.

The beautiful senior host sister, dressed in a pink dress, walked onto the stage, holding a microphone and a piece of cardboard, and said in a voice: "Classmates, let us congratulate... The song "Song of Seven Sons" sang won the first prize of the 50th National Day Celebration and the Singing Competition for the Return of Macao to the Motherland!"

"We are number one!"

"It's the first prize! Teacher Feng, our class is the first prize!"

"Ahhhhh! We won the championship!!"

"It's so cool, so cool! Class 5 of our fourth grade is the coolest!"

......

The children have no idea whether it is the first prize, the first prize, or the champion, it doesn’t matter.

The students in Class 5 of Grade 4 were so happy that they jumped from their seats!

For this group of children, the most important thing is that their hard work has been rewarded.

Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin were surrounded by classmates, and almost threw them into the sky.

After that, the host sister said the reason for the award on the stage, probably because of the wonderful live piano accompaniment of Chu and the sweet voice of Song Qiaoxi. The topic of this song "Song of the Seven" is very good, the last little flag The interaction is also very creative, and the school leaders always think this is the best performance today.

The trophy and certificate were received by Teacher Feng with Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin on stage. The teachers and students of the school once again broke out with warm cheers and applause.

Also because of the tacit cooperation between Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin, at the end of the singing competition that day, the two also accepted an interview with a reporter from Qizhou TV Station.

Song Qiaoxi never dreamed that one day she would be on TV with Chu Jin!

After being interviewed by the TV station, before leaving, several reporters’ uncles and aunts told Song Qiaoxi that the news was broadcast on the local TV station in Qizhou during the November holiday. You can go home and tell your mom and dad. , Watch on time in front of the TV.

-

October 1, 1999.

During the day that day, the "Little Gang of Five" gathered. A few children had just entered Wang Junyang's house, staring eagerly at his family's oversized 40-inch LCD color TV.

"Wow, it turns out that forty inches is so big, isn't it cool to watch VCD?"

Ding touched the TV casing with a greedy glance.

"Yeah, but I am optimistic about it. You don't like to come to my house to play recently."

Wang Junyang said sourly.

"Oh, my mom and dad’s restaurant has made money. They bought computers for me and Ding Miao. Your house has to climb upstairs. Hey, he’s so tired." Ding Yi held a large bag of snacks in his arms, lavishly. "Hula" put it on the coffee table in the living room, "Serve Haojia Shrimp Crackers, Eight Treasure Candies, Rice Crust, Crispy Fragrant Rice Chocolate, Good Behave, Just Crispy Noodles...Whoever wants to eat it, take it by himself."

Ding Miao pushed his glasses, and he could not agree with his stupid brother's "little nouveau riche". He shook his head and sat upright on the sofa.

"It's about to start, look, Miaomiao, there are so many people in the square! Beijing's innocent blue, I really want to visit Beijing."

Song Qiaoxi sat next to Ding Miao, holding her arm affectionately.

"Chu Jin, come on, the military parade will begin immediately!"

Wang Junyang yelled to Chu Jin. Seeing that he was still changing his shoes, he sat down beside Song Qiaoxi without even thinking about it.

Holding an unopened lollipop in his hand, Ding sat down beside Wang Junyang.

Chu Jin changed his slippers and glanced at the living room sofa.

On the brown leather sofa, there were four little people crowded like canned sardines.

His eyes finally fell between Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang, frowning slightly, but soon calmed down.

Chu Jin said to the one-eyed boy sitting on the sofa: "Wang Junyang, go get two bottles of Wangzai milk and three bottles of Jianlibao."

"It's in the refrigerator, big brother, you have to drink it yourself and get it yourself. Sit down. The military parade will begin soon!"

Wang Junyang's attention was all attracted by the military parade on TV. He sat back and waved his hand to Chu.

In the next second, it seemed that the world was spinning, and Wang Junyang realized that he was grabbed by his wrist and pulled up from the sofa.

He himself had a broken palm and his hands were very strong, but this time Chu Jin pulled him up with more strength than his own two hands!

The dragged child staggered and shook it twice before standing still.

"Ugh......"

Wang Junyang steadied his heels and scratched his head, confused by Chu Jin's movements.

Seeing that Chu Jin went around him, took a bag of Haojia Shrimp Crackers from the coffee table, and sat decently between Song Qiaoxi and Ding Yi.

The same is sitting, Ding Yi is like a pool of liquid without bones, limp on the sofa.

But Chu Jin could still sit upright, with a straight body, making Wang Junyang a little irritable inexplicably.

Chu Jin tore open the package of shrimp crackers, did not eat it, stared at the TV screen, and handed it to Song Qiaoxi naturally.

Song Qiaoxi also stared at the TV series screen, even Yu Guang didn't even glance at her, but tacitly reached out and took the bag of shrimp crackers.

The white and tender little hand reached into the prawn **** bag, took out a prawn **** and stuffed it into Ding Miao's mouth on the left, picked up another one and stuffed it into Chu Jin’s mouth, picked up one and threw it aside, Ding one by one. Opened his mouth, "Ao Wu" took it all at once.

Song Qiaoxi's series of movements were as natural and smooth as running clouds and flowing water, without any jams, and Wang Jun was stunned to watch.

The whole room is full of "crunchy" prawn crackers...

"Wang Junyang, take a drink."

Chu Jin moved his gaze away from the TV screen and glanced at Wang Junyang.

Wang Junyang felt as if he had been stunned by Chu Jin, so he walked to the kitchen obediently, took out two bottles of Wangzai milk and three bottles of Jianlibao from the refrigerator, and put them on the coffee table in his arms.

After Wang Junyang sat down next to Ding Yi, something was wrong.

I obviously wanted to sit next to Xixi just now, no, I have already sat down next to Xixi!

Why, now is Ding Yi of "Ge Youtan" next to him? !

What happened just now! !