Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling - Chapter 5

Song Qiaoxi was awakened by booing. Before going to bed, her mother filled her and Chu Jin with two glasses of high Lego milk, and she woke up shortly after she slept.

When I first woke up, I was a little confused and stared, and suddenly I heard someone sobbing softly.

She sat up from the bed, leaned forward and looked to the right. Chu Jin lay flat on the small bed, with her slender fingers stacked on her chest, her eyes closed and her brows twisted, and there were faint tears at the end of her eyes.

He cried, did he miss his mother, or had a nightmare?

After thinking about it, Song Qiaoxi turned awkwardly on the side of the big bed.

Stretched out his soft little fleshy hand, and patted his bare forearm with his lightest strength.

“I’m not afraid or not,” her Tongyin grandma said softly, “I’m not afraid…”

It wasn’t until Chu Jin’s frowning brows slowly stretched out and her breathing gradually stabilized that she withdrew her little hand.

Hmm, my belly is swollen, I feel so suffocated…

Song Qiaoxi turned her head and looked at the corner of the room hesitantly. There was an enamel spittoon painted with a red mandarin duck, which was specially used for her to wake up at night.

However, there is a little brother in the room.

His cheeks burned all at once.

Feeling groping, he got down from the other side of the big bed, walked to the door of the bedroom with bare feet, and opened the door.

The light in the living room was so bright that it stabbed her to cover her eyes with one hand and gently close the door with one hand.

Dimly seeing my father at the desk at the dining table rushing to draft papers, and my mother sitting on the sofa playing sweaters, the two of them whispered something.

Mother threw down the sweater stitches, took two quick steps and picked her up: “I don’t wear slippers, it’s so cold on the ground.”

There was no reproach in the words spoken, only the intimacy of the lost baby.

“Want to hush?” Song Qiaoxi buried her head on her mother’s shoulder and nodded shyly after hearing her mother asked softly.

After that, she never went to the ground again. Mother took care of her as a baby. After coming out of the bathroom, the ceiling light in the living room was turned off by her father. Only a small table lamp was left, and the light was dim and not dazzling.

Being held in her arms by her mother, a pair of gentle hands patted her back rhythmically, just like a baby in the swaddling, sleepiness swept over her immediately.

In my ear, my mother’s soft voice hummed: “Yue’er is bright and the wind is quiet, leaves are covering the window lattices, and the crickets are called crickets, like the sound of strings…”

So comfortable that she was about to fall asleep, Song Qiaoxi remembered this lullaby and her mother often hummed it.

Mother sang really well, and she fell into a deep sleep with the familiar singing.

–

The next day is Tuesday.

Early in the morning, Song Qiaoxi was sitting in front of the mirror with her short legs dangling, and her mother held a wooden comb to tie her hair.

Mother is a coincidence, a long curly hair that is not very honest in her hand, and quickly turned into two lovable buds, don’t put on the butterfly hairpin.

Dad put a pen in his shirt pocket, grabbed her little hand with a briefcase, and took a bite in his mouth: “Dad has gone to work, listen to my mother.”

Song Qiaoxi smiled and hid, nodded heavily, and with a sway of her little head, the two butterflies on her head danced gracefully.

“Do you come back to eat at night?” Mom asked Dad, turning around and going into the kitchen.

Putting on hollow leather shoes at the door, Dad hung a long set of keys and BB machine on his belt and raised the volume: “Tonight shift, I will go to the cafeteria to make a living. You and the children will eat by themselves.”

“gone.”

“Oh, slow down the road…”

“Bang Tong”, the door closed.

Mom came out of the kitchen with a small plastic basket, and the bead curtain snapped.

There are fried dough sticks, fried egg buns and two sugar fried cakes in the basket. Three bowls of soy milk are placed on the table, and two peeled boiled eggs are contained in a small enamel dish.

“Xixi, Chu Jin, wash your hands and eat.” Mom greeted the two children.

After eating breakfast, Song Qiaoxi saw her mother take out the red Smurf schoolbag from the little Westinghouse and stuffed a small water bottle in her side pocket.

She said to her very patiently: “Xixi, there are so many friends you know in preschool. You just said you didn’t like it after just one day. Let’s try again today, okay?”

After a moment of stunned, I realized that even though it was summer vacation, I still had to go to preschool.

Just in time for the fertility peak, in 1996 there were a lot of children enrolled in the newspaper compound, and the children of the newspaper were all directly enrolled in the best elementary school in Qizhou, the primary school attached to the normal school.

At that time, there was no such thing as “burden reduction”, and the schoolwork burden in the first grade of elementary school was very heavy.

In response to the call of parents, the Normal Primary School opened its first pre-kindergarten in the summer of 1996 to teach the basic knowledge and school discipline of the first grade in advance. Basically all children of the right age in the compound signed up.

Song Qiaoxi thought about a series of deceptive behaviors such as the original owner tearing the book and playing truant. He looked up at her mother’s cautious look, and sighed in her heart.

Now that you have decided to be a good baby and stop worrying about your parents, even if you already know that the first-year course will be boring.

She still took the schoolbag obediently and carried it on her mother’s horrified eyes.

“Mom, I will go to school well.”

To reassure her mother, Song Qiaoxi looked into her eyes and said seriously.

Mother’s expression of joy was overwhelming. She half-opened her mouth and couldn’t speak for a long time, as if she didn’t know her anymore. After reacting for a while, she squatted down and took her hand and said, “Xixi is so good, go, mom will take you there. School.”

After speaking, my mother walked to the dining table and said to the boy who was flipping through the book: “Chu Jin, Auntie takes my sister to school. Will you stay at home for a while?”

Chu Jin’s eyes were down from beginning to end, and his attention was always on the book in front of him.

It seemed that when he heard the word “go to school”, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly and nodded silently.

“Auntie has washed the apricots and grapes, and they are in the kitchen. There are Jianlibao and Xurisheng Iced Tea in the refrigerator. When you are thirsty, you can take them and drink them. There is a fairy tale book in Xixi’s room. You can take it for yourself and see what you like.”

Mom went to the bedroom and changed into a white dress. When she walked to the door to change her shoes, she didn’t stop her mouth.

Taking advantage of her mother’s change of clothes, Song Qiaoxi stared at Chu Jin, who was quietly flipping through the book.

The morning sun was extremely soft, but it penetrated his pale skin, his black eyes turned amber, and the whites of his eyes were a little blue.

The tears from the corner of Chu’s eyes last night continued to appear in her mind. At that time, he looked like a fragile little animal, or in other words, he looked like a normal 7-year-old child.

And now he is not like a child at all.

His eyes were bottomless, he couldn’t guess what he was thinking, and the whole person seemed to be covered in a polite and alienated shell, looking hard to get close to.

“We left Chu Jin, and Auntie will be back in a while.” Mom finished packing and took her hand out.

He lifted his head from the book, with his back straight and good manners, and said politely: “Goodbye, Auntie.”

Chu Jin’s voice was dumb, a little deep, not as clear as a boy of this age.

Song Qiaoxi blinked and saw him looking up at her and her mother, showing a clear and brilliant smile, and waved to him happily: “Bro Chu Jin, goodbye.”

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In the midsummer of July, although it is summer vacation, the teaching building attached to the Normal School is particularly lively.

There are first-grade classrooms on the first floor. There are only 3 classes in the first year of the preschool, and one class is about 60 people. The children of the Guangpao Company’s courtyard occupy the entire class.

Today is the second day of the class, and the class bell hasn’t hit yet. A group of 6 or 7-year-old reserve first-year little peasants are laughing and playing in the classroom. They don’t look like elementary school students.

Wang Junyang wore a green Mickey Mouse suit and sat in the first row of the classroom by the window.

He took it out of his Ultraman hard-shell schoolbag. First he took out a bag of Huazhanbing, then a box of large rolls, and then several bags of figs, one bag of Merisu, two bags of Orion Pie, and two bottles. Wahaha…

I just didn’t take out the first-year Chinese textbook that I was going to take soon.

After setting up a desk full of snacks and drinks, he turned his head to find that Song Qiaoxi at the same table still looked unlovable, and quickly flipped through the first-grade language essays.

He kindly handed a bottle of Wahaha: “Xixi, Wahaha is delicious, do you drink it?”

Seeing her frowning and thinking about things, she thought Wahaha was not attractive enough, and picked up a bag of Hua Zhan bing: “Are you eating Hua Zhan bing? The little pout on it is like ice cream, and it melts in your mouth. Wow! Alas, I heard that the train station you went to with the “yellow noodles” by yourself was so cool! Next time you skip class, you take me to go with me, it’s so cool!!”

Song Qiaoxi glanced at Wang Junyang helplessly, and whispered, “Thank you, I won’t eat, I won’t skip class in the future.”

Where did she have the time to be angry, but she was worried in her heart, wondering if her father contacted Chu Jin’s brother-in-law today?

If you get in touch, will you never see him again?

The original book did not describe in detail about his 7-year-old. It only stated that Chu Jin was abandoned by other relatives and almost died on the street. After being rescued by passers-by, he was sent to a reformatory home for “problem children”.

In this case, even if Chu Jin’s brother-in-law picks him up now, he will still abandon him soon.

His bad “anti-social behavior” in his youth was caused by this…

However, Song Qiaoxi couldn’t find a suitable way to keep him no matter whether he searched in the old memory or the new memory. She was so sad that her mouth was pouting and her beautiful eyebrows were twisted together.

This made the little friend mistakenly think she was angry.

“Xixi, you, are you okay?” Wang Junyang’s whole body was about to split when she heard her say this.

Is this still the little overlord Song Qiaoxi that he knew who brought himself and Ding Yi or two of his followers every day to mischievous, climbed up the ladder, and was full of “children’s social language”?

Wang Junyang turned his head, winked at Ding Yi who was sitting in the back seat, and motioned for him to come closer.

He lowered his voice, and said to him like a microphone with his hands: “Our boss, what’s the matter? Do you know what’s wrong with her?”

Ding Yi shook his head after listening, pushing his glasses, and pulling out the heavy schoolbag from the hole in the table with a bewildered expression on his face.

He spread his hand to Wang Junyang, expressing incomprehension, then after thinking about it, Ding Yi poked Song Qiaoxi weakly in the back.

Song Qiaoxi turned around and stared at the thin boy wearing glasses. He and Wang Junyang are both small attendants in her compound. Ding Yi is a baby boy, and there is a twin sister named Ding Miao.

Apart from wearing glasses, the two siblings are very different in looks and personalities. Ding Miao is quiet and introverted, and they never play with their “Little Three Gang”.

But Song Qiaoxi doesn’t plan to be naughty in the future, and is considering disbanding this “Little Gang of Three” who do things every day.

Seeing that Ding Yi opened the zipper of his schoolbag, smiled awkwardly at her, pushed the schoolbag in front of her, and made a weird “dingling bang” sound in the bag.

The next moment, Song Qiaoxi’s scalp was numb, and she felt cold in her hands and feet in the scorching heat of July.

“Boss, look at these bicycle bells, what are we doing…”