Chapter 4： Steamed buns with red sausage and tomatoes

This was the first time Chu Jin took the initiative to speak to himself, but Song Qiaoxi couldn't hear anything.

Curious?

Of course she was curious, but she didn't even ask in the end.

She is now looking like her nose and tears, she doesn't want to talk to her little brother at this time, she must be ugly now.

After a while, Song Qiaoxi felt better.

Just about to tell his mother that he could go home, a boy in a navy blue bubo suit looked up, his face was full of concern, and shouted: "Boss Xixi! I'll buy you a little snowman to eat. It won’t be uncomfortable after eating. Next time I spray my mother’s Paris perfume in the car, will you stop getting motion sickness?"

The boy is her number one attendant in the compound. His name is Wang Junyang. He lent a Jetta to his father, the son of Uncle Wang, who is also 6 years old this year.

Wang Junyang is taller than Song Qiaoxi, combing the fashionable Guo Fucheng head, and the long and narrow Danfeng turned around, and stretched out his little hand to learn Chu Jin's appearance and gestured to pat her on the back. It seemed that he wanted to learn to comfort others.

Song Qiaoxi was helpless and closed her eyes in despair.

She remembered that Wang Junyang had a strong hand and was playing with an eagle and catching a chick.

The slap finally fell on his back, and when he opened his eyes again, only Chu Jin's face was cold, and he held Wang Junyang's wrist without saying a word.

Wang Junyang is like a loach, desperately trying to break free of his control.

Before Wang Junyang stood up again, Uncle Wang stepped on the dragboard and strode the meteor to the battlefield.

Uncle Wang couldn’t help but grabbed Wang Junyang’s ears and pulled him away from Song Qiaoxi. His voice was full of anger: “Wang Junyang! I ran away before finishing the preschool homework, go, go home, and see how your mother comes back to clean you up. !"

"Sister, Xixi is okay? Hurt, I forgot about the child's motion sickness." Uncle Wang touched Song Qiaoxi's head with the other hand, and said to his mother.

"It's okay, I really thank you Brother Wang today. Tomorrow I will make sweet and sour tenderloin and send it to you and my sister-in-law." Mom helped her up and waved her hands with Uncle Wang.

"Our family are so polite, hey! This is not from Lao Chu's... Well, what, I will take Yangyang home first, see Xixi's little face is pale, and I have tossed it down today, take a rest early."

Mother seemed to give Uncle Wang a wink, and put a hand on Chu Jin’s shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Seeing Uncle Wang abruptly changed the subject, she soon went upstairs with a grinning Wang Junyang. .

"Go, children, let's go home." Mother Song's voice was warm and firm.

On the summer night of 1996, the street lights in the compound were dim, and various insects held carnival parties under the lights.

Song's mother held Song Qiaoxi with her left hand and Chu Jin with her right hand. A large and two small walked side by side on the way home, and three long reflections were drawn under the street lamp.

She had been looking for this way home for a long time in her dream, Song Qiaoxi was thankful that she finally found it.

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As soon as I arrived at the door, I ran into my father holding toilet paper and was about to go out.

He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Daughter-in-law, I see the toilet paper is used up, and it took a long time to find out in the chest of drawers..."

"It's early and late for the third autumn when you come. I will take Xixi to take a bath first." With an expression of "I knew it" on her mother's face, she took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and Song Qiaoxi and Chu Di obediently put them on.

Pushing Song Qiaoxi to the bathroom, her mother did not forget to turn around and give her father instructions: "Scoop the child a bowl of mung bean soup to cool off the heat, distill the steamed buns and red sausage, add more sugar to a tomato, wash two cucumbers, and beat three. The eggs are waiting for me to come out and fry them."

"Yes!" Dad accompanied the smiling face, made a face at Song Qiaoxi and went to the kitchen.

After a while, Song Qiaoxi wore her curly hair, and water vapor came out all over her body.

Mom changed her to a pink nightdress, and the bow slippers on her feet were full of water, and she made a "chirp" sound every time she took a step.

It was comfortable after washing. She saw Chu Jin sitting on the edge of the cloth sofa, holding a blue enamel bowl and drinking mung bean soup.

His eyelashes are like a small fan, casting a small shadow under his pale eyes, and as he breathes, his eyelashes tremble gently like butterfly wings.

If you accidentally watch it, how can there be such a good-looking boy?

"Chu Jin, come, my aunt will teach you how to adjust the water."

Song Qiaoxi shyly retracted her eyes from her mother's voice, lowered her head like a quail, and sighed softly when he entered the bathroom.

He raised his head and looked at the slightly crude living room, which was Song Qiaoxi's home in his memory.

The original book stated that in 1998, my father's unit expanded the compound and built a new house, and then the family moved to the other side of the compound.

There is not much description of the new home in the book, so naturally there is no picture in my mind.

But on the day of choosing the house, there was a big accident. Because the original owner was a demon in school, my father was arrested urgently to give lectures, so he missed the time to choose the house, and finally got a set of strange apartment types that no one wanted, which made my mother sad. It's been a long time.

Unlucky incidents like large and small have become commonplace for the Song family since the original owner went to school.

Bad luck seemed to have entangled her family from then on. The original owner became more and more uncontrollable. Parents were so worried that they couldn't sleep, and their career and family fell to the bottom. It was not until more than ten years later that the family was completely shattered.

Song Qiaoxi made up her mind to help her family avoid all bad luck.

The good life of guarding the family starts with her.

When school starts in September, she is about to go to elementary school. To be a good child with "five stresses and four beauties", she must not cause trouble to her parents.

The scent of steamed red sausage wafted from the kitchen, and my mother gave Chu a few more instructions at the door of the bathroom, closed the door and walked into the kitchen to work quickly.

Only Song Qiaoxi was left in the living room. She touched the wall curiously, and the green paint felt cool and slippery to the touch.

I glanced around, and there was a light green refrigerator in the corner. Several Wangwang stickers were crookedly pasted on the refrigerator door, and a folding round dining table was placed by the window.

There is a 20-inch color TV on the high and low cabinet on the side. On the screen, a chubby little boy is putting pigeons, and a familiar melody sounded in his ears.

"Love is love, love is amour, love is rak, love is..."

I glanced at the Compass wall clock on the wall and remembered that her favorite "Zhengda Variety Show" is available every Sunday at 7:30.

There was a small bench at the door of the kitchen. Song Qiaoxi glanced at the sofa near the door and chose to sit on the bench because it could be closer to mom and dad.

"I just asked Lao Wang and his wife to find out. After Lao Chu and his wife left, Chu Jin and his uncle went through the adoption procedures and took the child away. Guess what, it took less than a year. The Chu family’s money is gone, and the child is thrown directly at the door of the suburban orphanage. It’s not a **** thing."

Dad's voice reached the door of the kitchen.

It was about Chu Jin. She raised her ears and quietly moved the small bench inward.

"Police Officer Chu and Sister Qiu Yu are both such good people, what's the matter with you, oh..." Mom sighed, "It's a bitter child, I remember Sister Qiu Yu has two more Brother, Chu Jin's two uncles don't care about him?"

"Don't mention it, Lao Wang has relatives and they are neighbors. The eldest uncle runs the boat and is away from home all the year round. The aunt does not allocate his money and does not let the children go to school. Drive out, I guess I was also driven out today. Look at the scar on the child’s leg..."

What should Dad be cutting? The voice of "dongdongdong" didn't let her hear what's going on.

Mother: "Where's my uncle? Let's contact and see tomorrow. Sister Qiu Yu is also a member of your newspaper. You can't ask the leader to communicate with you. The child can't go to school. Chu Jin is one year older than Xixi, and it has been delayed for a year. Let the child live in our house, it is not bad for him to have a bite of food."

"Well, I don't know what's going on with his brother-in-law. I can't do it tomorrow. I will run there. The child called the police and saved our girl. I really want no one to support... and I'm afraid of Xixi... ......"

The faucet rang, and my father's voice became intermittent, and he started cooking, and the oil fume was so mobile that she could not hear the conversation between her parents.

The smell of scrambled eggs slipped out through the plastic bead curtain, scenting fragrance, but Song Qiaoxi had no appetite at all, but her chest was stuffy.

If she were to return to the orphanage now, she would not go back if she was beaten to death.

Like a child who has never eaten sweets, he can live without sweets because he doesn't understand how sweet it tastes.

But what kind of pain would it be to get used to the sweetness of happiness, and then take everything you have?

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"It's not so hot yet, it's so hot today."

Song Qiaoxi was sitting on the big bed with bamboo mats, listening to her mother complaining, she found the clean towels from the chest of drawers and put them on the small bed next to the big bed.

This is the bedroom of my parents facing north, and my small room facing west, it is too hot to sleep in summer.

Parents simply set up a small wire bed for her to sleep, next to the big bed.

Today there is an extra child in the house, so Chu Jin sleeps in a small bed, and Song Qiaoxi and her parents sleep in a big bed.

She felt tired just now at the dinner table. At this moment, listening to the regular "click, click" sound when the electric fan was swinging her head, it was more effective than a lullaby, so sleepy she nodded straight.

There have been too many things on this day. The 6-year-old Nuo Tuanzi couldn't support it completely. He said in a daze, "Brother Chu Jin, good night."

I fell asleep as soon as my head stuck to the pillow.

Chu Jin on the small bed on the side folded his hands on his chest, waiting for Aunt Qiao to turn off the light, and could not sleep for a long time.

The angle where he was lying was facing the door of the bedroom, and he could see a ray of light coming through the crack of the door, which proved that the light in the living room was still on, and Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao could also be faintly heard talking in low voices.

How could it be impossible to guess what they were talking about, it must have something to do with him.

This made Chu Jin regret accepting Uncle Song's kindness, and felt that he was causing trouble to uncles and aunts.

Don't think about it for the time being, after all, I haven't slept peacefully in a long time.

Tonight's hot bath, full meal, soft sheets... all these are like an extra gift from God.

Closing his eyes, Chu Jin allowed himself to be immersed in the darkness, with Song Qiaoxi breathing evenly in his ear, and occasionally humming like a small milk cat.

The little girl slept so sweetly, she was so lucky to have such warm parents.

A rustling sound sounded, and Chu opened his eyes vigilantly, and found that Song Qiaoxi had kicked off the towel and turned over to lie on his side.

He smelled the clean milk scent of the little girl, he was relieved, and closed his eyes again.

Chu Jin had a very heavy dream, in which he met his father and mother, but they no longer knew himself.

He cried and shouted: "Mom, mother, take me away, please, I don't want to be alone..."

Mom and Dad didn't seem to hear his voice, and the two of them walked farther and farther, and soon disappeared into the skyline.

Desperately squatted on the ground crying, in a daze, a faint scent of milk surrounded him.

Is there something lightly patting on his arm?