Chapter 25： The sour father Song? ! ...

Song Qiaoxi finally caught up with Wang Junyang, and his heart was about to jump out.

Grabbing the sleeves of his school uniform, stretched out a small slap and patted him on his shoulders lightly or heavily, and then put my hands on the knees and breathed heavily.

Wang Junyang didn't hurt at all, but at this time, the boy knew that he would accept it as soon as he saw it.

He immediately pretended to be very painful, and rubbed his shoulders with a fake model, "It hurts, it hurts, Xixi, I know it's wrong, boss, forgive me, I will definitely change it in the future!"

She really didn't hurt at all!

I don't know why, Wang Junyang found out that he recently wanted to see Song Qiaoxi's angry look. The more angry she was, the more secretly she felt joyful in her heart.

Also, if it weren't for he deliberately released water and run slower, Xixi would definitely not be able to catch up...

Some of the passing uncles and aunts watched the whole process, got off their bicycles, and joked with them, "Xixi, Yangyang, why did you two fight?"

"Wang Junyang can bear it, dare you to rebel against the leader of your "Little Gang of Three"?"

"Look at the little skin monkey in the ocean, Xixi punches him again, come, uncle teaches you how to punch."

......

Everyone in the courtyard knows that Song Qiaoxi is the little head of the "Little Gang of Three", and the backbone of her heart, she will deliberately want to tease the two children.

"Uncle! We are not the "Little Gang of Three" now, we are the "Little Four* Gang"!"

Song Qiaoxi raised her face, exhaled, waved her hand hurriedly, and retorted breathlessly.

Suddenly, I saw Chu Jin walking here with his schoolbag, and Ding Miao and Ding Yi were farther behind the boy...

She slapped her forehead, no, now Miaomiao is also her good partner, and immediately changed her words very rigorously, "No, uncle, we will be the "Little Gang of Five" from now on! Me, Chu Jin, Ding Miao, Wang Junyang and Ding One, five people are just right."

He also stretched out five fingers, said a person's name, and dropped one, and the small open palm turned into a fist.

After speaking, amidst the laughter of the uncles and aunts in the courtyard, Nuo Tuanzi Sayazi ran back.

Waving his little arms all the way, "Bata Bata" rushed out with two short legs, smiling and shouting to the boy holding his schoolbag: "Chu Jin, why are you so good!"

As the sun sets, every family is busy cooking in the small kitchen on the balcony, and the entire compound is filled with smoke and fire.

Chu Jin stared at Song Qiaoxi who was rushing in front of him with a bit of a daze. Her two big wavy ponytails were about to fly, really like two long soft bunny ears.

The little girl hugged the schoolbag in his hand, her eyes sparkling, her exhaled breath was hot, and the sweet and creamy fragrance surrounded him.

She looked at her eyes full of trust, as if she was looking at the best person in the world.

"It's so kind of you!"

Song Qiaoxi repeated it again, happily carrying her schoolbag, and taking his hand to walk home.

This way home was strange to the two children a few months ago.

They are all children who have experienced extraordinary encounters, and all the suffering seems to have passed.

Now Chu Jin and Song Qiaoxi are familiar with this way home, so familiar that they can walk home with their eyes closed. The way home is engraved in the hearts of the children.

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Song Qiaoxi was woken up by the little rabbit holding a carrot alarm clock.

When he opened his eyes in Xiaoxiwu and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, Xiao Nuo Tuan got up from the bed with a "gulu", and neatly pressed the alarm clock that was "drip".

Today is Saturday, September 7.

Yesterday, my dad didn’t work the night shift. I had a plan with Nuo Tuanzi during dinner the day before. Today, I took her to Quancheng Road to redecorate, and the newly opened six-story Xinhua Bookstore to buy books.

After buying it, stop by Daguanyuan to eat You Xuan'er, stinky tofu, electric grilled mutton skewers and straw buns.

This is a fixed "date" that both of them have to have once a month.

It is not a "dating" for a family of three, but an exclusive time for dad and girl.

Song Jianguo is usually busy with work, and the newspaper office works overtime twice in three days.

He is the deputy editor, the position is medium, but there are many and complicated things.

Because Song Jianguo was a reporter in his early years, he has rich work experience, and was valued by leaders. When he encountered important interviews with newspapers, he often asked him, a senior and senior reporter, to bring his staff to the top.

Sometimes it’s even busier to catch up with business trips to participate in social networking meetings or seminars in other places.

He has to work night shifts several days a week, staring at typesetting, reviewing manuscripts, he also has columns to take care of, and often stays up late to code words.

There is no way, the money earned by staying up late can accumulate more education funds and dowry for my darling girls.

It was precisely because of Song Jianguo's early career as a reporter that the nationwide running news materials were well-informed. He felt that girls must be knowledgeable and it is important to broaden their horizons.

When Song Qiaoxi was very young, she had a special discussion with her daughter-in-law. If Xixi had an idea in the future and hoped to visit abroad, they had to save her daughter's expenses for studying abroad in advance.

Song Qiaoxi spends most of her time with her mother, and she cherishes the time she spends alone with her father.

For example, the father and daughter "dating" alone once a month. Recently, due to various force majeure factors, it has been shelved for two months.

This Thursday, Dad raised the matter at the dining table. Song Qiaoxi held the buns with white flour in one hand and the roasted chicken legs in the other, calling out Long live!

Nuo Dangzi bit a chicken leg like a lion, eating beautifully, his eyes gurgling, turning around and asking Sven Chu Jin who was drinking porridge: "Let’s go together on Saturday, don’t you like reading books the most?

Dad said that the six-story Xinhua Bookstore has a lot of foreign books, and there must be Dumas’s "Three Musketeers". You can definitely find a lot of fresh books. Are you tired of reading those old books? "

"Yes, let's go all together, pick whatever you want, uncle pays the bill, and the unit issued the scrolls for both of you to use."

Father Song took a big bite of cucumber boldly and raised his chin to Chu.

"After buying the book, you can eat the super delicious Youxuaner and stinky tofu. Wow, don’t underestimate the stinky tofu. It smells and tastes fragrant. The skin is deep-fried golden and crispy and served with sweet and sour kimchi. ......"

Nuo Dangzi licked his lips, imagined that he had tasted the taste of stinky tofu and kimchi, and took another bite of a chicken leg.

"Ooo, oooo..." She tried to chew the meat in her mouth, waved the steamed bun in her hand, and continued to say to Chu Jin vaguely, "Also, there is so much fragrance, but What a long lamb skewers..."

Just as he was talking, Song Qiaoxi was hit on the back of her hand by the tail of the chopsticks.

Stopped and looked at it, it was my mother, who immediately turned into a small bag and shrank her neck.

Mom put down the dishes, raised her eyebrows at her, and said calmly: "Xixi, did Mom say that you can talk at the dinner table, but you have to swallow the things in your mouth, chewing and talking are impolite."

"Well, I got it, mom, I was wrong."

The little glutinous group, who has never eaten the loss in front of him, nodded honestly, admitted his mistake with a very good attitude, and finished the roasted chicken legs with the warm big steamed bun.

After taking a sip of the porridge, she opened her mouth to her mother, meaning that she had nothing in her mouth.

Amidst the laughter of father and mother, he brought his little head to Chu Jin again, blinked his eyes and asked in kindness: "Why don't we go, can we go to Xinhua Bookstore together on the weekend? There is something delicious!"

Chu Jin put down the spoon, dipped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, looked down at her, and shook his head silently.

He knew that this was the "tradition" of Father Song and Nuo Tuanzi, which had been maintained for many years.

I am an outsider, and I have disturbed the Song family enough, and because the Song family has an extra family to eat, it distracts Song Qiaoxi's parents from their daughter.

This is a time for father and daughter to spend alone time, so what do they go and mix with each other?

Facing Xiao Tuanzi's sweet and reluctant "entanglement" with a milky voice, Chu Jin was silent for a while, and shook his head firmly again, rejecting her kind invitation.

Finally, even Song Jianguo, who is usually the most favorite girl, can't stand it anymore. He stretched out his hand to squeeze Song Qiaoxi's small earlobe, so that the girl's face was facing the dining table, "Well, Xixi, if you don't eat, you won't let the little brother eat. Up?

If you don’t want to go, just rest at home, Chu Jin, make a list of books with your uncle, and we will buy it back for you when you come back, or you and uncle tell you what kind of books you like, uncle will help you choose, your uncle can’t do anything else, read the book The taste is superb.

After we have bought the book, we will pack a delicious meal for you and your aunt. "

After Song Jianguo finished talking with the two children, he turned his head and smiled and said to Qiao Qin: “Don’t cook at noon on Saturday. Just cook a mung bean porridge or an egg drop soup. I’ll buy straw buns and lamb skewers. Your favorite deli is near, and I will pack you a glutinous rice and bamboo tube rice."

"Ok......"

Song Qiaoxi was holding a spoon in her mouth, pouting and compromising, her small shoulders slumped weakly, and her two fleshy arms hung on both sides of her body.

Song Jianguo frowned when she saw her daughter so depressed, feeling a little jealous in his heart.

Xiao Chujin had only come to the house for a few days, and his daughter's soul had to be hooked away by him.

Every day Chu is as long as Chu is as short as possible, thinking of him everything.

Why didn't Xi Xi Tiantian care about being a father so much?

Hey, it's okay not to think about it. When I think about it, it seems that my daughters haven't gotten close to him very much recently, and the school has not talked much about it as usual.

Just after drinking the porridge in the bowl, Song Jianguo got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands and gargle, and when he came back, he deliberately took the cheeks all over his face and drew Song Qiaoxi's tender hands.

Seeing his daughter hiding behind Chu Jin with a smile, Song Jianguo was completely sour this time.

Only then did I think about it. I don't know when it started, Xixi really didn't stick to him anymore?

I couldn’t help it, 30-year-old Song Jianguo felt that he had become 3 years old and started to eat the jealousy of a child. He caught the little Nuo Tuan running around in his arms, and said to the girl in a sour tone: "Xi Xi , I think you are just a little thing that loves the new and dislikes the old. With Chu Jin's little brother, don't you want your father?

Why, can't we two go out alone to make a meeting?

It's no better now than before, when we Xixi heard that we were going out alone with her dad on the weekend, we were so happy that we wanted to go to heaven!

Now it's okay, the little brother doesn't go with him, you see that you can hang soy sauce bottles with a pouted mouth, that looks like the boss is not happy.

How about I go to Xinhua Bookstore on the weekend, and you and Xiao Chu will play at home, and you will also make a book list for me, will it work? Dad can only eat the right-handed ones of Zhang's family by himself, the freshly baked stinky tofu, the fragrant skewers of barbecue..."

"Song Jianguo, you're really good, what jealousy you are with the child, you really can stand you." Mother Song finished eating too, and seeing that the porridge in Chu Jin's bowl was empty, the little boy wiped his mouth slowly, his complexion as usual.

Qiao Qin began to clean up the dishes, glanced at her husband by the way, and added, "There is no positive shape..."

Father Song grinned at his wife and winked his eyes, meaning he was joking.

Song Qiaoxi panicked after hearing what her father said.

Dad misunderstood her. He didn't mean to want to go out to play with Dad.

Of course she wanted to go, but if Chu Jin was willing to go, it would be more perfect.

For Nuo Tuanzi, although it is fun to buy a book, it is even more happier to eat the hot, crispy oil on the Daguanyuan Snack Street, whether it’s the sweet rose flavor or the salty scallion. She likes them all.

If you pair it with sweet and sour kimchi and stinky tofu, it will be even more wonderful!

Hmm...the inside, the electric lamb kebabs are also the most delicious just out of the oven. The uncle with a white hat and a little bit of stilts will sprinkle a handful of cumin grains and take a big bite while it's hot!

Ahhhhhhhh, the meaty taste with burst of oil, burnt on the outside and juicy inside is absolutely amazing!

Think about the wonderful feeling, the brain is like a colorful firework blooming.

She wants to go, of course she wants to!

Chu Jin and his mother don't like to eat those oily foods, but she and his father and the thief like them, or else they are the parents?

Song Qiaoxi hurriedly put her arms around her father's neck, and kissed him on the cheek with her greasy little mouth "Ba Hao" before he had time to wipe it after eating.

The naked eye can see her savory dad, the sour expression on his face has been weakened a lot, and then the whole person lies in his arms, and said sticky and crookedly: "I want to go, I want to go! I will go with my dad. I can’t make a list of books for Chu Jin, because I don’t know what book I want to read. I don’t know until I go to the Xinhua Bookstore."

"Okay, then you tell Dad, our father and I go out to play alone, are you happy or not?"

Song Jianguo's face was full of joy. The pimple on his own baby is really painful. He must hear an accurate answer to be relieved.

"Happy!" Song Qiaoxi nodded her head, her head was almost reaching her chest, and she muttered softly, "Daddy can't eat alone, just leave me and go eat by myself..."

Father Song looked contented. It is estimated that the whole person is immersed in the joy of the girl clinging to him, and kissed her little cheek, "Yes, don't leave Xixi, you are happy to go with Dad."

Rubbing her little furry head again, let her daughter go.

So early on Saturday morning, Song Qiaoxi was woken up by the alarm clock, and she didn't mean to sleep in bed at all.

It was only 6:30 in the morning, and the day before school started to cool down. She no longer sleeps in the same room with her parents. Back to his little Westinghouse.

After waking up, Nuo Tuanzi folds the towels on the cot in the same way as Chu Jin. After practicing a few more times, she can now fold them decently.

Although it is incomparable with Chu Jin's "tofu cubes", at least it is no longer a sloppy "tofu dregs project".

Patting on the pillow, pulling the sheets neatly, Song Qiaoxi walked out of the room lightly to wash in the bathroom, lying on the sofa, reading a book and waiting for her parents to get up.

After having breakfast with Chu Jin, Nuo Tuanzi happily followed his father out.

Chu Jin walked with them. After leaving the corridor, he should walk in the opposite direction and return to the boiler room.

Today Aunt Qiao tied two buds to Nuo Tuanzi, tied a light blue ribbon on one side and tied it into a bow, and the two ribbons fell softly.

She wore a light blue puff sleeve dress with almost the same color as the ribbon. The skirt was short and matched with a pair of lace lantern shorts of the same color.

The whole person looks like a fluffy and lovely blue ball, as fresh as the dew-scented air in the courtyard in the early morning.

When the energetic Song Qiaoxi separated from him, she waved her hand vigorously and smiled so that her eyes were bent into a mysterious moon.

She was carried into the seat by Song's father, and she turned her head frequently while sitting on the tall Mustang motorcycle, as if looking for him or not.

It should have been discovered that Chu Jin was still standing on the spot, with Nuo Tuanzi's small meaty hands circled in the shape of a loudspeaker, and shouted at him: "Goodbye Chu Jin, I promise to bring back the book you want. See you at noon!"

The little round face was full of "mission not insulting", like a soldier who is going to go to war on an expedition, with heavy responsibilities on his shoulders.

Chu Jin held the key hanging on his chest tightly with one hand, slowly raised one hand, raised it in the air and put it down.

The little boy is still burdened with thoughts. He feels that the gesture of waving his hand is too naive, and a little bit naughty...

And because Song Qiaoxi stared at him with expectant gaze for a long time, until Uncle Song also got on the motorcycle, Xiao Nuo Tuan retracted his gaze and shrank into Uncle Song’s arms, and the motorcycle exhaust pipe made a "sudgy" noise. .

He lowered his head a little awkwardly, did a great ideological struggle, and finally said in a voice so soft that only he could hear: "Wait for you to come back..."

"Xiao Chujin, we are leaving, and I will bring you delicious food at noon!"

Father Song buttoned his motorcycle helmet and waved back at him.

Chu Jin and Uncle Song nodded politely, and watched the red motorcycle ride away.

The tall and thin boy was standing in front of the residential building in the compound. On weekend mornings, there was no noisy people or cars around, and the whole compound seemed to have not woken up.

Only the small house finches occasionally "tweeted", and the cool wind in the early autumn morning made the "sand" sound from the large locust leaves.

He was still holding the key in his hand, thoughtfully, now it is only about three or four hours until noon.

It's just that Chu Jin had this strange feeling for the first time, and even made him ashamed to speak out.

That is......

Why is it so long for three or four hours?

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This is Song Qiaoxi's first visit to the most prosperous business district in Qizhou, her eyes widened, everything is strange and fresh.

In her new memory, she has only vague impressions of the department stores, bookstores, and parks near Quancheng Road.

Except for the beginning of school, her mother took her to the newly opened Ginza Department Store, which was the only shopping experience for Nuo Danzi.

In the old memory, during all holidays, the orphanage would not take children to the mall. Song Qiaoxi’s impression of the mall was limited to the dazzling array of containers, the turbulent crowd, and the aunty with weird accents...

That's all, I saw it on TV.

Dad parked the car, holding her little hand, and the father and daughter walked into this old retro building with a history of nearly 50 years.

Song Qiaoxi remembered her father telling her that the shape of this building was a "Su-style building", but I can't remember the details, anyway, it was a foreign name.

On the outside of this Xinhua Bookstore building, although the old floor is still maintained, the inside of the building is completely new.

Song Qiaoxi looked around, wow, it's too big!

The high ceiling is like a cathedral in a foreign movie. Around her are rows of tall bookshelves and various partitions, which has dazzled Xiao Nuo Tuan.

"Let's go to the children's area first, and pick the books you like, OK? Then accompany my father to get two books, let's get Chu Jin the books according to the book list."

Song Jianguo still felt a little guilty when he saw the girl's face full of shock. He should usually take her out for a walk. Recently, during this period of work, he was too busy to spend time with the girl.

Of course, he put the needs of his daughters first, thinking about picking up books with Xixi slowly first, don't worry, all she likes will be packaged and bought.

Nuo Tuanzi's eyes lit up and nodded happily.

Immediately afterwards, tilting her head for a moment, Song Qiaoxi shook her head like a rattle, hugged his thigh, raised her small face and said, "Dad, let's go to read English books first? First pick the books that Chu wants. Yes, okay? Then I will accompany you to select your documents, and finally I will choose the book I want."

Hearing what the girl said, Song Jianguo was sour on the spot and turned into a candied hawthorn, the kind of hawthorn with the maltose on the end that was not sticky, and the green skin was not fully ripe.

It's so sore that it's so sore that it's so sour, that it's so sour that it's impossible to love it, so so that it's so sour that the brawny man sheds tears...

Song Jianguo's daughter, whom Song Jianguo has raised for more than six years, has been hurting on the apex of his heart. How can he think that within a month, he will no longer be the number one man in the heart of a daughter?

No, Xiao Chujin is still not a man...

Song Jianguo, who has always been a literary talent, is not calm, summing up in his heart for a long time, and finally straightening out the whole sentence.

He, Song Jianguo, is no longer the first male character in the heart of the baby girl? !

However, although......

A thirty-year-old man shouldn't care about a seven-year-old boy. What's more, Song Jianguo likes Xiao Chujin very much, and loves the little boy in his heart, so he really takes Chujin as his own child.

Otherwise, when the neighborhood committee is in a meeting, he will not stand out from the crowd and decide together with his wife to let Chu live at home.

But when the status of the little boy surpassed himself in his daughter's heart, Song Jianguo couldn't accept this reality after all.

Who made him a "daughter slave"?

In his mind, the daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law are always the first.

Song Jianguo admitted that there is no man in this world who loves Song Qiaoxi more than himself.

No, the girl's thoughts are very dangerous, you must give her a shit, you are the number one in Xi Xi's heart!

He squatted down, took Xixi's hand, and stared at her.

My daughter looked at him suspiciously with wide-eyed eyes, her long eyelashes slammed along her deep double eyelids, her eyes full of question marks?

Taking a deep breath, Song Jianguo tried his best to relax himself, showing his perfect smile, "Xixi, you tell dad, if dad and Chu Jin fall into the river, who do you save first?"

Song Qiaoxi: "..."