Chapter 1： Get angry if you don't buy sorghum syrup...

The hot air rushed in with a pungent smell, and it seemed that the instant noodles were mixed with sweat.

Song Qiaoxi opened her eyes abruptly, only to see all kinds of adults hurrying along with their luggage.

"They dress like they do in the "I Love My Home" TV series. Where is this?"

Looking around with her nose wrinkled, she paused suspiciously on the old blackboard on the right, which was written in chalk on July 8, 1996, Monday.

A few large plastic characters, "Qizhou Railway Station" hung over the blackboard.

Is this dreaming? This is the waiting hall?

He looked up at the high roof and blinked in confusion.

Suddenly a suitcase with Double Happiness printed on it fell from the sky, and Song Qiaoxi was so frightened that she closed her eyes and shrank her head like a tortoise.

He didn't hit his head, but he staggered when he got caught in the suitcase and got his hair.

"it hurts!"

With tears in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and touched his head subconsciously. Why are there two round flower buds on the top of his head? Today, the life teacher obviously tied double pony tails.

Without grasping the balance, Song Qiaoxi swayed from side to side like a little penguin, sturdy and squatted.

Looking down, I found that I was wearing a lemon yellow dress with bows of the same color on the skirt. The skirt was not long, showing two short legs as white and tender as lotus root.

This is not her skirt, and her legs are not that short. How come her hands have become small? There are meat pits on it!

In an instant, massive amounts of information poured into the brain.

A set of incomparably true new memories was loaded into her mind like a new life, but the old memories became like long dreams. For a while, she didn't know which set of memories was real.

In old memory, she was a 10-year-old orphan and lived in a welfare home in the northern county seat when she was a child.

Taking advantage of the summer vacation, staying up all night to read a novel of the 1990s left by the teacher of life, when he opened his eyes again, he became Song Qiaoxi with the same name in the book.

She felt a pain in her head when she was wearing a book. She was a fifth-grade young lady after summer vacation, but now it's fine, and she turned into a glutinous dumpling who didn't go to school 23 years ago.

The original owner in the book started at only 6 years old, with a soft and cute appearance, but a proper bear kid in his heart. When he grows up, he becomes a "hybrid society" girl who kills Matt.

The original owner has parents who spoil her to heaven, and also has a rich and wealthy family, but she does not cherish it at all, and has made actions to hurt her family again and again.

Finally, when the original owner came to his senses, his family had already been destroyed, and the original owner died in distress and depression for the rest of his life.

Song Qiaoxi suddenly saw the back of a woman in a white dress walking away slowly.

A gentle and quiet voice sounded in my ear: "Please take care of my little sister, please help me take care of my parents, they will love you..."

With eyes wide open, she hugged her head like a Ducky, her small heart seemed to be squeezed gently, soreness and swelling and a little pain.

This is incredible.

When reading a book, I faintly envy the girl with the same name in the book.

I envy the original owner for her parents who love her, for her happy family, and for her overflowing love.

Why are they called Song Qiaoxi? She can only live in an orphanage without her parents or home.

She has been hiding in the corner of the orphanage for countless times and quietly made a wish, praying that God can give her parents and give her a real home.

If there are moms and dads, she vowed to be a good child and spare no room to love them and be filial to them forever.

Now she is wearing Song Qiaoxi in the book...

Does it mean, "Me, I also have children with parents, and I also have...home?"

A large number of memory fragments about parents appeared in my mind, making people happy as if floating on the clouds.

At this moment, she seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, and a firm belief inexplicably developed in her mind, and she completely became Song Qiaoxi in the original book.

Before the recollection came, I was interrupted by a burst of "empty, empty" coughing.

Lifting his head, his eyes fell on the thin boy who was sitting on the wooden chair opposite.

Seeing him coughing hard a few times, his pale face flushed.

The forehead was so long that he covered his eyebrows, but the sharp nose and the clear outline of the chin could tell that he was a very good-looking boy.

Um, this little brother is so familiar?

Song Qiaoxi searched in the new memory, and quickly found the answer.

The boy is called Chu Jin.

It is a neighbor who lives in the same compound, one year older than her, and a child of the same age as the compound is like a prince.

In her memory, she hadn't seen him for at least a year.

She knew that Chu Jin's family should be very rich, and his mother always dressed him in a fashionable fashion, and even in the summer, he would wear a white shirt and small leather shoes that were well-ironed.

I don’t usually see Chu Jin playing with other children in the courtyard. I heard that he wants to practice piano, calligraphy, taekwondo, and new concept English...

Looking at him again, Chu Jin is now wearing a sea-blue striped shirt with a loose neckline, a pair of dirty blue-headed white cloth shoes on his feet, and a large schoolbag packed beside him.

Never seen him be so embarrassed.

But even if he was sitting on the painted wooden bench, Chu Jin still sat upright, with his waist stretched straight, and from the perspective of his temperament, he was more like a prince in a fairy tale.

Song Qiaoxi sat on the ground for a long time and her legs were numb, and she found Chu Jin's gaze was looking at her.

Called him happily: "Brother, Brother Chu Jin, can you give me a hand?"

The clear childish voice was soft and soft, instantly drowning in the noisy voices.

Chu Jin's gaze showed the insolence beyond his age, and he could see Song Qiaoxi's heart cold.

The children who grew up in the orphanage will look at the faces of people most, and one look can tell that this little brother will definitely not help.

Sure enough, Chu Jin looked away expressionlessly.

"Hey, it's better to beg yourself..."

Sigh softly, the teacher of the welfare institute often said this, muttering to pinch the same fleshy calf with a small fleshy hand.

Wait, Chu... Chu Jin?

In the second half of the original book, a villain also named Chu Jin appeared. He lost his parents when he was young and grew savagely like a weed.

Chu Jin had anti-social behaviors and extremely high IQ in his youth. He became a business tycoon from scratch. His methods were radical and extreme and his wrists were tough. It is rumored that he could do whatever it takes to gain.

Song Qiaoxi didn't quite understand the uncommon words like "anti-social" that appeared in the book, and instinctively recognized it as a very bad thing.

But even if he knew that Chu Jin would become a big villain in the future, he still felt grateful for him.

In the book, the original owner tried to end his own life, and the villain, Chu Jin, gave his life to save the original owner.

But now, he is just a little pitiful with a miserable life experience.

Thinking of this, Song Qiaoxi decided to forgive Chu Jin for not reaching out. After all, people definitely don't want to do anything when they are in a bad mood.

He must be sad that he lost his parents...

A shadow suddenly fell in front of my eyes.

A pair of large intertwined hands suddenly stretched out, and in a whirlwind, Song Qiaoxi was held in her arms by a wrinkled man.

The heavy smoky smell ran into the nasal cavity with the body odor, which was disgusting.

"What are you doing! I don't know you! Let go of me!"

She just got back to her senses, struggling hard, resisting the nausea and shouting loudly.

The shouting attracted the attention of passers-by.

The man hugged her tighter and slapped haha ​​with a simple face: "My little baby is so stubborn, she will get angry if she doesn't buy sorghum sweets."

The waiting hall of the railway station was very messy. The rushing car, the moving goods, the travellers holding the bricks and big brothers smile sympathetically, and some people looked at the BB machine on the waist indifferently.

No one cares about this little episode of bear children making tempers.

Song Qiaoxi panicked and slapped her short hands indiscriminately, but this 6-year-old body didn't have much strength.

I can only continue to cry out, "Let go of me! My parents are nearby, and they will be here soon!"

The man hugged her and walked toward the crowded exit, smiling evilly: "Hey, the little baby still knows about the monk? I have been watching you for a long time, so I don't want the adults to care about you."

Then he muttered to himself: "Bai said, the girl in this city, Ting Shui Ling, happened to be the daughter-in-law of my dog."

This was when I met a human trafficker, and Song Qiaoxi's emotions had reached the brink of collapse.

Tears flowed unwillingly. Suddenly, I remembered that the teacher in the welfare institute had taught me to find the police when she encountered difficulties. She stubbed her neck and looked around among the crowd, trying to see if there were anyone in uniform.

"You are a trafficker! The police uncle will arrest you and go to jail!"

She said angrily, not giving up the struggle.

"Little bunny, don't blind the pupa! I will strangle you again!"

The big man freed up a hand to twist her leg a few times, threatening fiercely.

The pain was about to suffocate, Song Qiaoxi tossed to the end and only silently sobbed.

She was limp and hugged by a man like a doll, squeezed in the middle of the line leaving the station.

The moment the man took out a blue piece of paper and was about to step out of the exit.

Like a **** from the sky, a group of railway police officers outflanked the exit and huffed them around.

"Police! Don't move!"

"Put the child down!"

With the assistance of male police officers, a female policeman snatched Song Qiaoxi.

With tears in her eyes and trembling with anger, the policewoman gently patted her back to soothe her: "It's okay, it's okay, kid, don't be afraid."

In a blink of an eye, the trafficker who wanted to escape was pushed to the ground by the police, and the dazzling handcuffs creaked.

There was an uproar among the onlookers, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Is it a kidnapper? Damn it! Comrade police, the kidnapper can't be shot directly!"

"Tsk tsk, do this kind of thing and cut off children and grandchildren."

"Fortunately, I was saved. They are all only children now. If the baby is lost, a family is destroyed."

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In the arms of the police aunt, Song Qiaoxi finally stopped crying.

Wiping his tears, the little hand said softly, "Thank you, Auntie Police."

"No thanks, thanks to a boy who came to call the police just now, remember to thank that little brother later." The policewoman said.

"Little brother."

Is it Chu Jin? Song Qiaoxi leaned her head on the policewoman's shoulder and looked around curiously.

The policewoman turned her head and asked a male policeman with a big brimmed hat: "Team Lee, where is the boy who called the police? I just saw..."

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Provincial Railway Station Police Station.

"Do you drink a drink, kid? Are you hungry? Auntie, there are calcium milk biscuits, and sorghum sweetmeats to eat?"

It was the same policewoman who just opened the plate of joy, and gave the snacks and candies to Song Qiaoxi, who was sitting on the bench.

"Thank you Auntie Police."

The sound of Nuo Dangzi is very sweet, so cute that you can't wait for a bite.

The policewoman squeezed her white and tender face, she liked it more and more, and said with a smile, "You're welcome."

He raised his hand and glanced at the Seagull watch on his wrist. It was 3:40 in the afternoon.

"Auntie Police, where did the little brother who called the police just now?"

Anxiety was faintly in Song Qiaoxi's big eyes.

"Jingle Bell…"

Before answering the question, the policewoman answered the phone, "Yes, the girl's parents have contacted, and she is on her way."

Hanging up the phone, she shook her head at Song Qiaoxi and smiled helplessly: "Auntie doesn't know either."

The boy who called the police again appeared in his mind, looking at the appearance of 7 or 8 years old.

The boy has exquisite features and ran out of breath with a schoolbag that is larger than his body. The logic of his speech has matured beyond his age.

In the blink of an eye, where did you go?