Chapter 18： Seeing the gentle light as dawn...

Song Qiaoxi quickly caught up with Chu Jin and was in a great mood. He really promised her to play military chess together in the afternoon!

Along the way, he pulled Chu Jin's wrist sticky like a piece of rice cake, and was about to throw his arm into the sky.

Chu Jin didn't feel annoyed, and didn't say a word.

When the two children came in, they caught up with Father Song and pulled the dining table out.

There were a lot of people eating at home at noon today, and the side by the window was too crowded, so Dad simply lifted the table to the middle of the living room.

Three children and two adults sat down together, and the ten-square-meter living room suddenly became full.

Except for the "crack" sound from the swing-head electric fan, the living room is filled with the "wheezing" sound of the storm inhaling the noodles, which is so lively.

After the meal, the Song family used to take a lunch break, and Chu Jin took the initiative to ask for the dishes to be washed, and Song's father preempted him.

Father Song patted him on the shoulder and told him grinningly: "As long as the uncle is here, no one can grab the dishes. In our house, your aunt can only rest assured that the uncle will wash the dishes."

Chu Jin nodded thoughtfully, wiped the table silently, and went downstairs to the boiler room with the kitchen waste.

"Aunt Qiao's fried noodles are top-notch! A bowl can be sold for a thousand yuan in a hotel!" Wang Junyang slumped on the sofa, patted the raised belly, small mouth and honey-smeared mother Chong Song Confession, after confession, he felt melancholy, "Auntie, my mother is so fierce, cooking thief is terrible, I want to be your child..."

"Hey, that can't be done. This makes your mother sad to hear that, so you can come to your aunt's house if you want to eat. Mom can't change it."

Mother Song came out of the kitchen to wipe her hands with her apron, smiled and flicked Wang Junyang's forehead, and looked up at the wall clock.

Dad finished washing the dishes and was lifting the dining table back to its original position. He also glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "Daughter-in-law, sun poison, the sheets and quilts have been exposed to the sun to disinfect them, and I will collect them when I take a nap."

Song Qiaoxi ate too much and was too sleepy. She opened her mouth and yawned in a chair. She wiped her tears with her hands and her head was empty.

In a daze, Wang Junyang asked nonchalantly: "Which is more yellow, Jianlibao or Rising Sun?"

"Clam?"

She turned her head suspiciously, and saw that he had moved to the refrigerator, touching his chin, wondering what he was making.

"The rising sun!"

Wang Junyang replied to himself, opened the refrigerator door covered with Want Want stickers, took a bottle of blue cans, and turned around and smiled badly at Song Qiaoxi.

Before he could ask, Wang Junyang left a sentence, "I'll go to Ding Yi, you take a nap." He slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Shaking her head helplessly, she yawned and returned to her small room.

Flop on the bed and let the hot cheeks stick on the cool bamboo mat to cool down.

Half asleep and half awake, Song Qiaoxi felt confused that something was wrong with Wang Junyang, but she was too full to eat, her eyelids were so heavy that she was lying on the bed and yawned lazily.

Intuition told her that Wang Junyang wanted to do something again, but she couldn't hold it up when she was tired, so wait until she wakes up before going to Wang Junyang and Ding Yi.

Consciousness gradually became chaotic, and she soon fell asleep.

After a while, he was awakened by a very light knock on the door.

He looked up at the alarm clock of the little rabbit holding a carrot, and fell asleep for more than an hour.

It's time to get up, she stretched a soft waist.

My hut was closest to the door, and the door was hidden and closed tightly. I was about to get up from the bed to open the door. As soon as I moved, I heard the footsteps of slippers.

The security door "creaked" softly.

"Lao Wang? Hey, I knew your wife's house came, you have to escape, sneer, suffocated? When I get a gown, let's go to Lao Ding's house to play cards. Is it the level or the royal?"

Dad laughed slyly with an angry voice.

It seemed as if Uncle Wang had been expected to "sneak out".

Uncle Wang gave a "tsk", and the volume was deliberately lowered: "Be quiet, my'daughter-in-law' is still asleep, and your'son-in-law' has come to eat dinner again at noon today? The stinky boy doesn't know where the madness is going. I haven't gone home now. Hurry up, if you have enough people, you will be high enough, and if you are not enough, you will be the king."

"You're a dear, you're still an arranged marriage with your parents. My daughter is so good. I can't look down on any stinky boy I am now... I'm in a hurry. I have to help my wife collect the sheets when I get back. She prepares lessons at home in the afternoon."

The big slippers "chirped" a few more times on the ground, and there was no movement.

Dad should have changed his shoes.

"Oh, look, you're anxious when you talk about baby kisses. Don't I like Xixi too, or you can accept me as godfather. I don't give less money for the New Year's Eve every year?" Uncle Wang's voice was a little louder. Hehe laughed twice, "Sisters and their vocational high schools are about to start?"

"Quickly, school will start next Wednesday, then you can think about it, the girl will prepare a dowry..."

After the key rang, the door was taken, and the conversation between Dad and Uncle Wang was no longer heard.

If you are off work on weekends, Dad will go to Uncle Ding’s house to play cards with Uncle Wang when he has time, and play "Level Enough" and "Royalty" with several other uncles he knows well.

She doesn't know how to play either, it looks complicated, and there are too many cards.

Song Qiaoxi's little meaty hand can't draw so many cards at all. At most, he can play "training" or "drawing kings" with his cousin and cousin during the Chinese New Year.

The last time Uncle Ding came to the house for a drink, he proudly said that Ding Yi and Ding Miao can both play cards, especially Ding Miao, who is said to count cards.

But Ding Miao is a calm and happy girl, or she is so cold, she never plays with them.

Sitting up from the bed, he stretched out both hands to rub his scalp.

Before going to bed, I forgot to untie the hair rope, and my hair curled up. Mom always tied her braids tightly for fear of falling off, so she felt a little panic at the moment.

Looking at the time, it was a bit early for Chu Jin to come to play military chess at home in the past, for fear that he did not wake up for a nap or was studying.

Chu Jin's big schoolbag was full of Dangdang books, and there were also Mathematical Mathematics textbooks in it. I flipped through it and took a look at the topics inside. I couldn't do it even with my ten-year-old memory...

She grabbed a copy of the latest "Mickey Mouse" on the small desk and flipped through it halfway. Suddenly she remembered about Wang Junyang before going to bed. Uncle Wang said he had not yet returned home.

I don't know why this kid is fooling around again?

I should go to Ding Yi...

Still a little worried, afraid that he would do something.

Close the magazine, Song Qiaoxi came out of the room gently, opened the refrigerator door and took out two bottles of Joy.

Today, my mother wore a red bean paste green dress for her. There were two big red apple embroidered pockets on the skirt. She put the joy side in one pocket.

Try to walk to the gate as quietly as possible, put on crystal sandals, glanced at the keys hanging on the wall, and sighed gently.

She also really wanted to have a red string, tied with the house key, hung on her chest, like Chu Jin.

Like the key rope, which is a symbol of rights and freedom, hung it on the chest, as if it suddenly became a big child.

But he is just a six-year-old dumpling, and he doesn't deserve the right to hold the keys to the house.

He opened the iron door and closed it, jumping all the way downstairs.

On weekends, the compound at 2 pm is very quiet.

The big green locust tree cast a shade, and it took less than five minutes to walk from the downstairs of the house to the bungalow of Ding's family.

She had planned to go to the Ding's family to see what Wang Junyang was doing, and then ask Chu Jin if she would come to play military chess at home.

Feeling the joy in his pocket, he decided to find Chu Jin first, put the things in his place first, and then find Ding Yi and the others.

So he spared a bit of road and walked towards the boiler room.

Several shelves were erected on the open space at the entrance of the boiler room, drying the sheets at home, as well as the blue and white checked sheets and the yellow striped towel quilt issued by Mama Ding Cotton Mill.

There is almost no wind in the summer afternoon, as if a colorful barrier was set up at the door of the boiler room.

After wandering at the door for a few minutes, after hesitating again and again, Song Qiaoxi knocked on the iron door.

After a few steady steps, the boy's low voice came from behind the door: "Who."

"It's me... Xi, Song Qiaoxi."

Chu Jin never called his own nickname, and Nuo Tuanzi swallowed the character "Xi" forcibly.

Wang Junyang and the others have been calling "Xixi" long and "Xixi" shortly since they were young, and they also called out the ending tone. The adults in the compound also like to call her nickname because it sounds like they are laughing.

The name given by parents, "Xi" means light.

She was born in the morning. Dad said that when she heard her crying, the first ray of morning light was shot into the corridor of the hospital window.

Chu Jin stood still and opened the door.

Seeing the little girl with a double ponytail, her dark brown curly hair hung over her shoulders, her big apricot eyes shone like fine ice crystals, and her slightly curled lips smiled shyly.

In her eyes, he saw the gentle light like the dawn.

Nuo Tuanzi stared at her with a little nervous gaze, her face was puffed, she took out two bottles of Joy from the red apple pocket of her dress, and handed it to him one hand.

The small milky white bottle was slightly bubbling with water vapor, and it was seen that it was iced. The two white and tender little hands were held high: "For you, my mother said that drinking a bottle of Joy a day helps digestion and can grow taller. Yesterday you Didn’t drink it? Joy is sweet and delicious. If you don’t drink it, you will not grow tall..."

Is it tall again?

Why doesn't she care much about herself, she is obviously shorter than him.

Chu Jin looked at her firmly, the little girl stood very close and could clearly smell the sweetness of her grandma.

Just now, I guessed it was her from the hesitant knock on the door.

Her voice is always sweet. When she speaks of "Xi", the ending sound is upturned, as if she is smiling.

And the little girl was indeed smiling at him, her smile sweet and soft.

Song Qiaoxi's two small hands looked wet, and the bottle was a bit icy, and her fingertips were slightly red.

Withdrawing his gaze, he stretched out his hand to quickly take the two joys, put his hand on the window sill, nodded to the small dumpling, and turned back to the house.

He doesn't like to drink these sweet and greasy drinks, he only likes to drink boiled water.

Chu Jin knew that she had come to ask herself to play military chess, but the study task he arranged had not been completed yet. He had obsessive-compulsive disorder in studying and reading.

If the learning task is not completed, do not allow yourself to be lazy and play.

Seeing that he accepted it, Song Qiaoxi was relieved, rubbing both hands on the skirt.

Seeing that the door of the boiler room was open, Chu Jin didn't mean to come close, so she couldn't help but glanced in.

Since Chu Jin moved in, she hadn't come in once, and every time she called him, she shouted at the door and the boy came out.

Song Qiaoxi was embarrassed to rush in if others didn't take the initiative to invite it.

To be honest, she has been curious for a long time. Now, what does the boiler room look like?

But now, Chu Jin didn't close the door, did he let her in by default?

In the end, exuberant curiosity defeated shyness.

She grabbed the joy on the window sill again, and drew her little head into the house a little bit: "Cough... my mother said to take advantage of the hot, no, take advantage of the ice to drink, it will be too hot. broken."

Taking this opportunity, I finally saw the whole picture of the reformed boiler room.

The wall skirt is painted with green paint, and the wall is bright white.

A single wooden bed was placed against the wall. Next to the bed was a small desk. On the desk was a military-green lamp. There were stacked textbooks wrapped in calendar paper. There was a thick stack of books that I could not understand at all. There is also the "Count of Monte Cristo" whose cover has been dilapidated.

A bookcase and an old chest of drawers are placed next to the desk. In the corner of the room are neatly placed washbasin stands, hot water bottles, enamel basins, soap boxes and other miscellaneous daily necessities.

Chu Jin sat upright at the desk, holding a pencil in his hand, writing something stroke by stroke.

With a "justified" reason, she boldly moved to the desk step by step, placed her joy next to the lamp base, and found that Chu Jin was practicing calligraphy on the Tianzi grid.

His handwriting is really beautiful, it is a kind of vigorous and powerful, unlike his own handwriting, the teacher always said that her handwriting is like a dog crawling in his memory.

If you are not careful, the little head gets closer and closer.

"Fuck", Chu Jin's pencil lead broke.

He took a deep breath and put down the pen.

This is... raw, angry?

Song Qiaoxi took a step back, grabbed the curly hair with one hand, and smiled awkwardly.

Still thinking about how to apologize, only to hear a few familiar courtyard children talking loudly outside the door.

"I wet the bed when I'm so old! Are you ashamed!"

"This blue plaid bed sheet belongs to that tramp? Get away, it smells!"

"You all be careful, bedwetting will be contagious. Whoever plays with Chu Jin in the future, or is less than one meter away from him, will become a bedwetting agent who wets the bed every day!"

"Oh! Dirty, so disgusting, bedwetting at the age of 7! Fortunately, Yang Yang was the first to find out and told us!"

......

Wang Junyang? !

The voices of children in the courtyard outside the door came and went, and the messy footsteps spread into the room, seeming to gather more children.

"Yangyang! When did you find out?"

"Oh, his door is open, is he peeing in again!"

"Hey... the boiler room is smelly!"

It's like someone pushed someone, and the sound of "paku" flapping.

Wang Junyang’s loud voice sounded outside the door: "Who pushed me? Okay Ding Yi! See if I don’t throw you into the bedwetting house and make you become a bedwetting agent too!"

"Slightly! You can't catch me, come on, ahhahahaha..."

The voice was suddenly far and near, but it could be heard that the speaker was Ding Yi.

There was a mess outside, and the children were noisy and chattering.

Song Qiaoxi clenched her small fist, she was really angry.

My mother had just washed the sheets in the morning, but how could it become dirty after noon drying out?

I finally figured out what Wang Junyang's thoughtless words after lunch meant.

She listened to the children headed by Wang Junyang outside, saying the most hurtful words in the most childish voice. Her heart was like broken beads scattered all over the floor, her cheeks were hot, and her body was trembling slightly.

Stop talking, stop talking...

Song Qiaoxi looked at Chu Jin, sitting at the desk with a straight back, and the tips of his fingers holding the pencil were white.

He opened the drawer calmly, took out a green pencil sharpener, and sharpened the pencil quickly and hard.

Chu Jin's forehead was not long yet, and he could clearly see the thick black eyebrows frowning together, and his eyes were as dark as an abyss.

She didn't take care of Wang Junyang.

In any case, in the eyes of the children in the compound, Wang Junyang represents the "gang of three", and he is the recognized head of the "gang of three".

Turning around and ran to the door, his eyes swept across the children gathered next to the clearing.

When the children saw Song Qiaoxi rushed out of the boiler room, the noise suddenly stopped.

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were laughing and making "fight" together, and the two of them were also stunned, staring at her with suspicious eyes, as if asking "Why are you here?!".

Song Qiaoxi's gaze stopped for a moment in the corner away from the crowd.

Standing against the wall is a little girl with a book in hand and glasses, with sister Liu Hai’s head.

Ding Miao?

It is Ding Yi's twin sister. She never runs wild with children of the same age in the compound. Children call her "cold."

Why are you here today...

Ding Miao glanced at her, then buried her head in the book again with a serious face.

Can't control that much, she must do something.

When this kind of thing spreads out, Chu Jin will be laughed at by the children in the entire compound for a long time.

Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath and calmed down.

The open space at the door of the boiler room sounded like a childlike voice spilling on a silver pearl plate, and every word was crisp and sweet, "He didn't wet the bed, I can testify that when my parents dry the sheets in the morning, they are all clean. You can't do this. Said him, he has a name, Chu Jin.

You all know Chu Jin. We all grew up in the same compound. Chu Jin lived in the building next to my house before. Uncle Chu and Aunt Sun prepared sweets for the children in the compound during the New Year. You don’t remember. Yet?

Uncle Chu is a people's policeman, a hero, and Aunt Sun is a very powerful reporter. He and our parents are colleagues. Now that the uncle and aunt are gone, shouldn't we help them take care of Chu Jin? Why do you want to bully him and laugh at him, and he didn't do bad things..."

Chu Jin hasn't gotten bad, he has never done bad things. He was abandoned by relatives and hurt. He also thoughtfully helped the whole family to wash clothes, help her with band-aids, wrap her books, and always help her parents to wash the dishes after eating. He knew her. I still need to carry her if my leg is broken...

Why, why don't you understand him?

Song Qiaoxi was so wronged for him.

At the end of the day, my throat seemed to be blocked, and my throat was dry and I could barely speak.

The breeze in the summer afternoon blew across her face, and she felt cool in the corners of her eyes.

Most of the children dropped their heads, with a look of guilt on their faces.

Some had their two small hands twisted together, some kicked the gravel on the ground and whispered "I'm sorry", and some wiped the golden beans hanging on their cheeks and sniffed their noses.

Children are not unreasonable, everyone has a steelyard in their hearts.

It's just that the children are forgetful, and a group of children are habitually gregarious when they are together. Uncle Chu and Aunt Song are kind, and they smiled at all the children in the compound when they were alive.

No matter what you buy, any child you meet in the compound will take the initiative to give it to them. During the New Year, a lot of expensive imported candies will be prepared, and all children who come to visit the new year will give it a bag.

Wang Junyang ignored Ding Yi's stern wink and shook off the hand that Ding Yi was holding his arm.

He ran all the way to Song Qiaoxi and said loudly: "I, I really saw it. Chu Jin wets the bed. It must be your parents who urinates after the sheets are dried. It was during your lunch break at noon."

The tails of his eyes were red, his face was flushed with a very aggrieved look.

This wave of operations can confuse the children who are watching and eating melons.

Xixi looks so sincere, and Yang Yang looks aggrieved?

Here, who is telling the truth and who is telling the lie?

Wait, Xixi and Yangyang are in the same group. They add Ding Yi and they are a "Little Gang of Three"!

This is, there is an infighting?

The children looked at each other, scratching their heads and biting their nails, as if suddenly lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

Song Qiaoxi's fire rushed to her heart, and her breathing became rapid.

I wanted to save Wang Junyang some face, and asked him to apologize to Chu Jin in private, but he never expected that he would rush over to talk nonsense.

"You ate lunch at my house, and when you left, you asked me which color is more yellow, Jianlibao or Xurisheng!"

Raised his little finger to Wang Junyang and questioned him.

Wang Junyang took her hand and pulled the person back, and whispered: "Xixi, don't stand here. This is the home of bedwetting agents. Be careful of the infection. I, I will ask you to eat fried skewers. Let's go with Dingyi? Ham sausage, blood and blood, connected with flesh and blood, big vegetarian chicken, rice cakes, you can order whatever you want!"

Angrily wanted to shake off his hand, "No, let me go, you go and apologize to Chu Jin!" Song Qiaoxi raised the volume and struggled to free herself, grabbing the door frame with the other hand and trying to retreat into the house.

Wang Junyang grabbed Song Qiaoxi with both hands and pulled out, his eyebrows stretched: "I won't! Why do you have to play with him, he is a bedwetting agent!"

The two people pulled and pulled, and no one noticed that there were more figures around them.

Chu Jin put down the pen and walked to the door after hearing the dispute between Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang.

Seeing Wang Junyang desperately pulling people out, the small dumpling had water vapor hidden in his big eyes and blushing like a red apple. She grabbed the door frame with one hand, and was pulled all over her to squat on the ground.

Wang Junyang's unscrupulous pulling of Nuo Tuanzi made the pale and thin boy's chest tighten.

He doesn't care about the children's pranks in the compound. Such naive tricks are too lazy to care about them, whatever they say.

When it comes to fighting alone, no one of his age will be his opponent. After all, after so many years of taekwondo, he can't do things that are strong and bully.

But now, seeing Song Qiaoxi's tender and white wrists marked by Wang Junyang's obvious red mark, the irritation and anger in his heart have risen to the peak.

Grabbing Wang Junyang's arm, he said coldly: "Let go."

Wang Junyang froze for a moment, then raised his head following the voice.

Seeing that Chu Jin was staring at him with a cold face, his brows were not frowned, but his eyes were so black that he knew he was angry.

Glancing at the children in the courtyard, Wang Junyang thought, if he is counseled at this time, it would be too shameful!

I can't admit that I did it by myself, anyway, except Ding Yi, no one knows that it was the rising sun he splashed on Chu Jin's sheets.

Simply dead duck with a stiff mouth and a stalked neck: "I won't! You loose your hands...ahhhhhh!"

Song Qiaoxi withdrew her wrist amid Wang Junyang's screams, and sat down on the ground, supporting her body with her right hand, and gritted her teeth and stood up from the ground.

She was surprised to see Wang Junyang rushing towards Chu Jin like an angry little tiger, and the two were fighting together in the open space at the door.

"stop fighting!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Tuanzi hurried forward to pull the frame, but was pushed by Wang Junyang in a panic.

She landed on her knees and knocked to the concrete floor abruptly.

It was so painful, there were a lot of gravel on the ground, just a few days later, my knees became red, and blood began to ooze out in some places.

"Fight, fight! Go and call your lord!"

"The "Little Three" helped Chu Jin fight!"

"Uncle Song! Uncle Wang! Xixi and Yangyang had a fight..."

When the onlookers saw someone hanging up the color, they scattered like birds and beasts. The artificial "broadcasting" like "small speakers" could be heard everywhere in the compound.

Ding's bungalow is very close to the boiler room. When Father Wang and Father Song heard the child's shout, they tacitly buckled a large number of cards in their hands on the table and rushed to the boiler room.

Before going out, Dad Wang turned his head and yelled to a few old buddies: "Wait when I come back and continue, don't peek at the cards! Brat, let's see how I deal with him, it's a pity that I have a good hand... "

The adults rushed to the scene and separated the two boys first.

Father Wang pulled them aside and looked around. The two boys were fine except for a little bruise.

He poked at his son's forehead with a look of daddy, "Wang Junyang, you are really good, I use my toes to think and know that it was you who did it first!"

"I am not! I don't! Dad, don't talk nonsense! It was Chu Jin's first hand! He also pushed Xixi down!"

Wang Junyang is like a violent little rooster, his voice is screaming, and he can't wait for the hair to explode.

Father Song put his daughter in his arms and checked the wound on her knee, "Does it hurt?"

She pursed her mouth and shook her head, holding back tears and whispering: "I didn't fight...Dad, it's not me who Chu Jin pushed."

I have worked very hard to be a good boy, and there really was no fight this time. She went to fight...

"I believe in your evil! Wang Junyang, tell me the truth, what is going on."

Papa Wang grabbed Wang Junyang by the collar, and walked to Papa Song with one hand, Chu Jin.

Chu Jin's eyes were red, and he bit his lip and said nothing.

Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang had different opinions, but the words of the two children were completely reversed.

Wang Junyang glanced at Ding Yi who was hiding in the corner with a flushed face.

He pointed his hand and yelled confidently: "Dad, Uncle Song, if you don't believe me, ask Ding Yi, Ding Yi can testify to me, it's not me!"

The named Ding Yi shrank his head and hid behind Ding Miao and did not dare to come out.

Instead, Ding Miao closed the book, looked behind him and counseled Brother Bao, pushing his glasses and walking over quietly.

Ding Miao said in a low voice, calmly and clearly: "Uncle, it was Wang Junyang's drink that was poured on the sheets at noon. I was reading on the stairs in front of the neighborhood committee. I saw that Song Qiaoxi was accidentally overthrown by Wang Junyang. It wasn't Chu Jin pushed, Song Qiaoxi didn't fight."

After speaking, Ding Miao nodded politely to the adults, held the book, and walked home without looking back.

The adults in the entire compound knew that Ding Miao was the most well-behaved and quietest girl, and never mischievous. Her words had the most credibility among children.

With Ding Miao's mouth, Dad Song and Dad Wang felt like a mirror in their hearts, and they solved the case immediately.

Ding Yi chased behind his sister's ass, made a "finished" gesture to Wang Junyang, and hurriedly fled from the "crime" scene.

Wang Junyang was going crazy, stamped his feet with anger, squashed his mouth and cried loudly with "Wow".