Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling - Chapter 10

“Daughter-in-law, stay away from Xixi.” Dad and Xixi, like a little chicken, slid up Song Qiaoxi, who leaned to the door to probe his head, and put it in his mother’s arms. “Chu Jin, uncle hit the door when he counted three. , If you can hear it, stay away, 1, 2…”

In her mother’s arms, she stared nervously at her father, holding the doorknob and shaking it, turning her body and preparing to hit the door with her shoulder.

“Click”, the door opened by itself.

Chu Jinchong pulled his head, his mouth was tightly closed and he said nothing. The little tip, who was not as big as a palm, blushed like a tomato, and even his earlobes were so red.

He was naked to the upper body, only wearing a pair of small pants, and his whole body was wet, with his hands clenched and fist hanging on both sides of his body and trembling slightly.

“What’s the matter, kid, did something fall? It didn’t hit you…”

Dad pulled him nervously, looked up and down, and checked carefully. He found nothing but old scars on his body, and he sighed with relief.

Song Qiaoxi earned it from her mother’s arms.

Mother hurriedly found a bath towel to wipe Chu Jin’s body, and asked him with concern.

Two steps forward, Song Qiaoxi fingered the door frame, tilted her head and saw from the open toilet door that on the tiled floor behind Chu Jin, there was a large red plastic basin with a large wooden washboard scattered beside it.

The dirty clothes she changed in the summer were thrown into this red plastic basin by her mother and washed easily at night.

There is a little swan washing machine at home, but my mother said that summer clothes are not worth washing in the washing machine. Only use the washing machine to wash the sheets and quilts. Daily clothes are still hand-washed.

He stood on his tiptoe and probed inside. The whole family’s clothes were soaked in the big red plastic basin.

Seeing her mother lowered her head, her hand stopped.

With clothes soaking in the basin and scattered on the washboard, the expression on his mother’s face was full of distress, and her eyes were a little red.

Resuming the action of wiping him, his mother’s voice was a little nasal: “You kid, how old is it, can you carry the washboard? The board is placed so high, what if it hits the head? Do, at Auntie’s house, you don’t need to wash the clothes.”

“Sorry……”

The boy’s voice was astringent, and a few words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

“What apologize? It’s not your fault. Don’t apologize. Did you brush your teeth?”

Mom asked, put away the wet towel in her hand, and picked up the washboard on the floor and stood by the wall.

Song Qiaoxi saw Chu Jin glance at the door, and met her gaze. At the moment, it looked as though she was being burned. Her newly white face turned red after “brushing” it, and even her body was powdered.

His dark eyes moved away quickly, his thin arms hugged his chest, and he nodded shyly to his mother.

“Then go to bed with Xixi, there is nothing wrong with your children here.”

Song Qiaoxi heard that she was called, and let go of her paws on the door frame.

“It’s okay.”

She murmured, relieved.

Dragging the wet slippers, “Cracking” went back to the bedroom and climbed onto the big bed.

Lie down on the summer mat, sniff the mixed scent of the bamboo mat and the floral water, and continue to flip through the unfolded “Mickey Mouse” magazine.

Soon, Chu Jin also walked in.

He has a white vest with a hole in the hem, and it is almost transparent. He stood on the side of the small bed and picked up the towel, spread his arms and spread the towel, grabbed the pillow and moved it in the opposite direction of the big bed. Lie down quietly.

The whole body was as far away from the big bed as possible, the towel was pulled to the chin, wrapping himself tightly like a silkworm chrysalis.

Song Qiaoxi on the big bed has a geographical advantage. On the surface, she is turning the book, but Yu Guang has already seen the opponent’s actions clearly.

Nuo Tuanzi yawned and muttered suspiciously.

Hey, why is Chu Jin still blushing?

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The next morning, Song Qiaoxi shook her calf and sat at the dining table in a good mood, with her chin resting on the table and staring at the opposite boy.

The morning sun hits his face, and the dense and long eyelashes hang straight down without curling up. When he lowers his head, he casts a beautiful arc under his eyelids.

The last time I parted from Chu Jin, it was such a morning.

Going around, he came back again.

Today Nuo Tuanzi didn’t panic anymore, and through Qi Ye last night, he eavesdropped on the “confidential conversation” of his parents in the living room.

Song Qiaoxi knew the reason for her mother’s anger, because her mad father made decisions without discussing it with her. After the strange “pop” sound, should her mother forgive her father?

After knowing that a week later, several adults will hold a meeting with Aunt Gao of the neighborhood committee and the leaders of the newspaper to discuss and solve Chu Jin’s problems.

Secretly poking expectation, expecting Chu Jin to stay.

But Song Qiaoxi didn’t dare to talk to her parents.

She is still young and can’t make money for the family, uh, she can still eat…

How can I protect my parents?

That is not to make trouble for parents.

There was an extra cub in the house all of a sudden, and it was them who worked hard.

Even if she can eat less, help her parents with housework, study hard and avoid trouble.

But yesterday my mother spent a lot of money just buying school bags for herself. If these expenses doubled, wouldn’t the family go bankrupt?

If Chu Jin stays, then maybe he will not do the “anti-social” bad things in the future, maybe he will not become a big bad guy?

He is a benefactor, so he can’t be ungrateful.

After thinking about it, I finally decided to find an opportunity to secretly tell my mother to ask her to return the expensive schoolbags and school supplies, and just buy two ordinary school supplies for the money saved.

Still reluctant to tears, and say goodbye to the fairy hamburger.

Song Qiaoxi vowed never to eat KFC again, KFC is too expensive…

Just, occasionally, just eat a meal of roast chicken to relieve your greed.

Come up with a way to solve the problem, let her become relaxed.

Staring at the pleasing little brother for a long time, then turning around, mother came out of the kitchen with a large scroll calendar.

“Come on, teach you how to wrap your books.”

One person stuffed a pair of art scissors in his hand, and his mother smiled and taught them to cut and fold according to the proportion of the book. After teaching them twice, they went out with their school uniforms.

“I’ll go to Ding Yi Ding Miao’s house to change your school uniforms, and you two will take your time.”

The mother changed shoes at the door and said to the two children who were drowning in the wall calendar paper “crashing”.

Song Qiaoxi struggled with the disobedient curly calendar, freed up a fleshy hand and waved her mother without raising her head.

In front of her and Chu Jin, each placed a stack of books, which were the first-year textbooks they received yesterday.

Song Qiaoxi’s hands were a bit clumsy, and the bag was too slow to make a mistake. After a long time wrapping up a crooked book, she looked up.

Hey, Chu Jin already has three neatly packed textbooks on his left hand.

Seeing that I was short and chubby, I couldn’t use my fingers, and then I looked at the slender and slender fingers that were dexterously cut and folded in one go, and the white book cover was wrapped.

Nuo Tuanzi sighed in despair.

Hearing the little girl’s sigh, Chu Jin frowned slightly, and the work in his hand stopped for a few seconds.

Looking up to see her pouting her mouth, her white and tender face was puffing, and her little hands with meaty sockets awkwardly “struggled” with the calendar paper, making a little frustrating “hum” from time to time.

That white and tender little hand, when he patted himself yesterday, a fluffy white rabbit appeared in his mind.

It turned out to be a stupid rabbit…

Chu Jin retracted his gaze, lowered his head and continued to wrap the remaining book cover.

“His…huh.”

There was a painful milk chirping from the other side, and he immediately raised his head.

Nuo Tuanzi’s apricot eyes widened, he raised his right thumb with an incredible expression, stared at the red spot in a daze, and hesitantly sent his thumb to his mouth.

Not only stupid, but stupid.

“Don’t lick.”

Frowning and whispering, Chu Jin got down from the chair and walked across the table.

Song Qiaoxi blinked in confusion, looking at him a little at a loss.