Chapter 11： Thousands of years wait once, wait once...

Chu Jin scanned the wound on his thumb, and a few drops of blood leaked out of the one that was not deeply cut by the calendar paper.

Seeing Song Qiaoxi's small mouth pouting, her big eyes flickering moistly, he patiently asked, "Go to the bathroom to get water, where are the band-aids?"

"Huh? Electricity, there is a medicine cabinet in the cabinet under the TV..."

Her eyelashes trembled, her eyes filled with mist, and she was about to cry.

Two chubby legs jumped off the chair, raised their hands and rushed to the bathroom at a speed of 100 meters.

What a squeamish bag...

Open the wooden drawer under the TV and find band-aids and cotton swabs.

When Nuo Tuanzi came back, Chu Jin wiped the blood on her thumb with a cotton swab and put on band-aids.

Song Qiaoxi shook her thumb in front of her eyes, moved slightly, and it didn't hurt much.

In fact, she is not very afraid of pain. She is not afraid of spanking in the orphanage, but she didn't expect that being cut with paper would cause so much pain.

Sitting back at the dining table, taking a deep breath, lifted up the injured paw and prepared to "fight to the end" with the book cover. She raised her eyes and found that the stack of books on her left had disappeared.

The calendar paper was gone, and only a pair of yellow art scissors was left in front of him.

Lifting his eyes, Chu Jin put out a pile of books in front of him, and continued to cover the books without raising his head.

He was still frowning slightly, his whole body exuding a cold breath, and the hedgehog-like protective film on his body automatically opened again.

"Bang", a book covered with a cover was thrown in front of her.

The movement was a bit loud, almost startled Xiao Nuo Tuan.

Song Qiaoxi raised her head and saw Chu Jin seriously cutting the paper, her eyes drooping and she didn't even look up at her.

Opposite Chu didn't stop working on the book cover, because his skin was too fair and his lips appeared pale pink.

The beautiful lips opened slightly, and the two words were coldly spit out: "Write your name."

"Oh, good."

She raised her face, held the corner of her mouth and smiled at him thankfully, but she agreed very readily.

Actually, my heart started to scream.

Baby is too difficult...

These little hands with little strength are really in the way of writing the name. She can't wait to write the word "Xi" in her name "Song Qiaoxi" for 5 minutes.

Hey, why Ding Yi has only three names, so I really want to change his name...

Holding the pen, Song Qiaoxi wrote stroke by stroke.

As he wrote and thought, for a moment, Chu Jin turned back into the warm little prince in his memory like a different person.

Although still cold, he took the initiative to talk to himself, and he helped her deal with the wounds and covered the book for himself.

What a big bad guy in the future, Chu Jin is so good, as long as she and his parents always guard him, care about him and love him, let him eat and grow tall.

When Chu Jin grows up, he will definitely not go bad!

Not only will it not go bad, but it will also become a national pillar of building a socialist harmonious society.

He was just a little cold on the surface.

In my heart, he is a little brother who cares about people.

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The afternoon when there is no need to go to preschool is a regular meeting time for the "Little Gang of Three" in the compound.

But today, Wang Junyang’s child was "packed" and sent to his grandmother's house to spend a week with his grandparents as usual.

Because Ding Yi’s grades at the end of the preschool class were too poor, Ding’s mother punished him at home and asked his sister Ding Miao to make up lessons for him.

Mother came back from Ding’s house and told Song Qiaoxi that if Ding Yi could not memorize the nine-to-nine multiplication table, Ding’s mother would not let him go out to play until the beginning of elementary school in September.

After lunch, take a nap.

After the two children got up, Song's mother saw a familiar scene again.

Her daughter was sitting in front of the TV with a small bench, and she smirked at the "Legend of the New White Lady" on the TV station. She shook her fingers like a white lady, and the little milk hummed softly: "Millennium" Wait a while, wait a while~"

Xiao Chujin sat straight at the dining table, turning pages quietly, as if isolated from the world.

Mother Song was afraid that the child would become a "TV child" published in the Evening News, and soon her eyes would break. She put on glasses like Ding Yi and Ding Miao early.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, my mother came out of the kitchen and turned off the TV "Hawk".

Qiao Qin smiled at the girl who looked back blankly: "Xixi, can you take Brother Chu Jin out for a while? You watch TV for so long, read all the books for so long, go out to relax and relax your eyes, run and jump more, and come back at night. Steam the sticky bean buns for you."

Song Qiaoxi, who was a little depressed when her mother turned off the TV, was going to watch the comics, but when she heard the "sticky bean bag", she immediately became excited.

Sticky bean buns, sweet and fragrant sticky bean buns!

Dumpling stood up from the small bench, hugged her mother's waist and raised her head and widened her eyes and asked, "Then, besides sticky bean buns, what kind of dishes should be served at night?"

If it were sweet and sour pork ribs, it would be great...

"Little greedy cat, you have completed the task of taking your little brother out to play. Mom will make sweet and sour pork ribs, braised octopus in braised sauce, and cook a spiced sweet foam for you to eat. Go quickly, run two more laps, and eat more when you come back."

After grasping the girl's temper, Qiao Qin knew that this little guy didn't care about anything as long as he mentioned eating.

She squeezed her fleshy cheek affectionately and urged her to go out quickly.

Oh my god, it's really sweet and sour pork ribs!

Song Qiaoxi almost jumped up happily after hearing it, loosened her mother's waist, and made a salute, "Okay, promise to complete the task!"

Then he leaned to Chu Jin's side, tilted his head, and said sweetly, "Brother Chu Jin, shall we go out to play? I will take you to the secret base of our "Little Gang of Three". There is a bungalow with a big locust tree. , It’s very shady, we can play hide and seek!"

"No, with you, we will be the'Little Four* People Gang' in the future!" The meat hand slapped his forehead and realized that he had made a mistake. With Chu Jin, he will clearly be the four little buddies. Our secret base is also your secret base, let's go!"

Seeing her excited look, Chu Jin frowned.

I didn't expect Xiao Nuo Tuan to fight so hard to eat...

He is not interested in games like "hide and seek", "horse war", "woodman" and other games of his peers, but he doesn't want to distract Song Qiaoxi's interest.

Besides, Aunt Joe also wants them to go out.

Nodded to the aunt, stood up from the chair, hesitated a little, after all, did not pick up the book.

Seeing that he agreed, Song Qiaoxi stretched out a hand to hold his thin wrist, and dragged the person to the hallway to change shoes with him.

"Little Gang of Three"...No, it's "Little Four* Gang" now?

The secret base of the "Little Four* Gang" is the abandoned boiler room in the compound.

That area is a bungalow, very close to the family building, and it will not take a few minutes to walk past Song Qiaoxi's house.

The bungalows were all employees of the newspaper printing plant, and Aunt Gao’s neighborhood committee was also there.

At the front door of the bungalow is a large empty concrete floor, backed by a row of big locust trees, even in the middle of summer, it is very expensive under the shade of the trees. Children in the compound are willing to come here to play.

The boiler room was abandoned for a year or two, and it was “occupied” by the children and turned into a “secret base”. A lot of cardboard boxes were moved into it, imagining that they had built a castle.

Song Qiaoxi took Chu Jin by the wrist, and first took him to spare a big circle. It took almost half an hour to turn the entire compound in a circle.

She walked all the way, introducing him to the compound.

Chu Jin sighed in his heart.

Did the little girl forget that she also grew up in the compound, but was away for more than a year.

It was just that she couldn't bear to interrupt when she was so excited.

However, the more she said, the style of painting began to become...

Well, there is something wrong with that?

"Look at that big locust tree, now the locust blossoms are all in bloom. In July, it was the time you rescued me from the train station? Back then there were locust blossoms!" The dumplings kept talking, still talking about a pack. Jin said, "The Sophora japonica is delicious, fragrant and sweet. Mom will use Sophora japonica to bake egg cakes, steam Sophora japonica rice, use Sophora japonica to make buns, and make dumplings..."

Chu Jin finally understood what was wrong.

No matter what topic you talk about, when you come to her, you can always end up eating...

Song Qiaoxi said she was greedy at the end.

He swallowed, turned his head embarrassedly, and smiled at Chu who didn't say a word.

The palm holding his wrist is a bit damp, hot and sticky.

But she didn't want to let go.

I was afraid that as soon as he let it go, he would leave quietly again.

Just holding his wrist in this way, the two children quickly walked to the open space at the door of the boiler room.

A small group of children from the compound gathered in the open space towards the north.

She stopped and glanced curiously.

The head was a tall boy with a stubborn head, waving his arms and gesturing something.

Song Qiaoxi sees that person familiar?

Wait, that's not her "dead enemy", Jiang Qisheng? !