Chapter 76： Does she need me anymore? ...

"Hey, did you say that you fell in love with an eggplant or a potato?" Song Qiaoxi hammered Chu Jin's arm with her elbow, making herself amused. "Puff, Teacher Qi is too funny too. Puppy love? That's impossible. of......"

Chu Jin was still holding the stack of mathematics homework books in his hand. Seeing the curly-haired girl beside him smiled with apricot eyes curled into two crescents, her eyes filled with water vapor, pure as small daisies swaying in the breeze after the rain.

"Do you think it's funny?" Song Qiaoxi straightened up, raised her hand to tighten the ponytail behind her head, raised her face and asked him.

"Yeah." Chu Jin smiled cooperatively, trying not to expose himself to flaws.

She is still young and ignorant. Even boys and girls, the throbbing of the first intentions...

Then hide the throbbing in his heart secretly.

When will it be hidden?

In his heart, Chu Jin made an agreement with himself. It's better to hide it until her eighteenth birthday.

Thinking of this, he suddenly relaxed a lot, picked up the stack of workbooks in his hand, and lightly smashed Song Qiaoxi's head.

"Woo..." Song Qiaoxi squatted down holding her head and looked at Chu Jin sadly.

In fact, it doesn't hurt, because children have been used to fighting since they were young, and they always like to exaggerate howling.

Chu Jin looked at Song Qiaoxi condescendingly, and said solemnly: "However, I also remind you that what Teacher Qi said, you must not take it lightly, and there can be no signs of premature love before the age of eighteen."

Song Qiaoxi puffed up her mouth and turned into a puffed pufferfish again, "What happened to you today, one by one, all weird and strange, let me not fall in love before the age of eighteen..."

Even after being educated by the teacher, and somehow being taught by a good friend of the same age, Song Qiaoxi was very aggrieved.

Could it be that you didn't read the yellow calendar when you went out today?

It’s still like what Qiu Mengmeng told her, not to blame the society...

-

The "puppy love" controversy passed quickly. Although some students in the post bar continued to be mad about CP, whether it was going to school or after school, or the experimental class 1 and experimental class 2 were attending physical education together, the "melon-eating crowd" did not see it. Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin have any intimate behavior.

But the "bancao" dispute has been arguing for a long time.

However, only the students in the first experimental class knew that the two "class grass" in their class were not only at the same table, but the relationship between the two was quite good, and there was no unpleasantness caused by the posts in the post bar.

The "gossip" of junior high school students comes and goes quickly.

By the time of Christmas 2002, the topic of "Ban Cao" and "Ban Cao Banhua Puppy Love" had long been diluted by other "gossips".

One weekend before Christmas, Father Song rushed back to Qizhou from Beijing as usual to spend the weekend with his daughter-in-law.

This week, Song Jianguo has another important task. This weekend, he will take the "Little Gang of Five" to watch the latest release of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone".

My daughter has been talking about it on the phone for several weeks, and I asked my friends to see it together, but my mother was worried that they would go there by themselves.

Mother Song had to go to the driving school on weekends. The parents of Ding and Wang didn't have time. Song Jianguo's ears were about to wear out. She promised to wait for him to return from Beijing and take a few children to see it.

Last week and last week, Song Jianguo was back to Qizhou, but it was a pity that the five friends didn't get together, and Song Qiaoxi was so anxious that they were like ants on a hot pot every day.

The Harry Potter series is the little girl's favorite novel, and it has a special meaning to her.

When I read the Harry Potter series for the first time, the protagonists in it were all eleven years old. That year, Song Qiaoxi was also eleven years old. Every year when I look forward to a new book, I feel like my parallel time and space has entered Hogwarts. The school of magic learned the same.

It was a Friday on December 20, 2002. Before Song Jianguo went upstairs in the evening, he took out two boxes from his suitcase and put them in the storage room in the basement before going upstairs.

The next day was Saturday, Song Qiaoxi woke up early, and today his father will take them "Little Gang of Five" to watch "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone".

Twelve-year-old Song Qiaoxi made up her mind that starting from today, she will learn to braid herself.

I tried it a few times before. Although she didn't know how to tie it up, she often had broken hair scattered, but she didn't give up and tried to tie her hair up.

Mother occupies the bathroom and is anxious to go to driving school.

She was standing in front of the full-length mirror at the door, with a rubber band in her mouth, combing her hair awkwardly with a comb in one hand.

The sound of the key opening the door came from the door. After Chu Jin came in, he was taken aback for a while before sitting down to change his shoes.

With her head rope in her mouth, Song Qiaoxi raised her chin to him. When she said hello, she asked vaguely: "Are you so early?"

"Well, isn't Aunt Qiao going to the driving school? I'll make breakfast for you." Chu Jin frowned, stared at her for a while, and said hesitantly, "I'll tie your hair later, right?"

Using a comb and hands, he gathered all her curly and soft long hair behind her head, Song Qiaoxi put down her comb, took the hair rope from her mouth, tried to tie a ponytail behind her head, raised her eyelids and said to Chu Jin: "It's okay, I think I can do it, but if you don’t do it once, try a few more times. You can get breakfast first, and I’ll tie up my braids and go to the kitchen to help you.”

"You don't need your help in the kitchen, you can just wait and eat." Chu Jin replied in a deep voice and turned back into the kitchen.

"I'll help you, come here soon." Song Qiaoxi replied, vaguely feeling that Chu Jin didn't look good and looked a little unhappy.

I don't know if it was because of the division and separation from her friends, Song Qiaoxi, who was alone in the second experiment class, became independent.

In the elementary school attached to the Normal University before, I had to hold Ding Miao's hand between classes to go to the bathroom. Almost no one had been to the bathroom by himself.

Whether she was thirsty, hungry, or sleepy, she was at the same table, and she always turned into warm water, snacks, and small pillows folded into a sweater like a jingle cat.

It's good to take care of someone, and everyone wants to enjoy the feeling of being taken care of.

But since the twelfth birthday, Song Qiaoxi has a desire to grow up and become stronger in her heart.

Just like that day, Song Qiaoxi was very frustrated because she was not assigned to a class with Chu Jin. After that, Chu Jin encouraged her and said that he believed her, and she would definitely be able to pass the experimental class in the first year of junior high school.

Song Qiaoxi now hopes that one day she can have a strong heart without relying on the encouragement and comfort of others.

Then, the first step of independence is to learn how to braid yourself!

If she learns to tie her braids, she won't have to bother her mother and Chu Jin in the morning, and it can be regarded as lightening their burden, isn't it?

Thinking about this, the ponytail is already tied.

Song Qiaoxi looked in the mirror for a long time, and muttered to herself, "Ah, it seems, it's still a bit crooked?"

After a few seconds, Song Qiaoxi was happy with herself in the mirror, shook her loose ponytail, tightened her braid, and said to herself: "But it doesn't matter, practice makes perfect, and I will improve tomorrow!"

Turning around, she wandered into the kitchen to help. She washed her hands first and saw Chu Jin putting oats in the pot.

"Eat oatmeal?" Song Qiaoxi looked up and asked him.

Chu Jin cut open the milk carton with scissors, poured it into the pot, fold the milk carton after it was emptied, and frowned at her for a few seconds, "You braid... Forget it, um, eat milk oatmeal Congee, fried eggs, how many more steamed buns to eat?"

"Okay." Song Qiaoxi was finishing the washing, but he didn't hear the rushing water clearly when he said something at the beginning.

After washing her hands, she took out the frozen meat buns and custard buns from the refrigerator, crouched down and took out the steaming pot from the kitchen cupboard, adding water to the steaming pot, and then skillfully tying the buns onto the cage.

Since her father went to work in Beijing, Song Qiaoxi has deliberately learned to do housework with her mother and Chu Jin, thinking that she can share more of her mother's responsibilities, and help Chu also share more.

You can't just let Chu Jin help her mother by herself, she also has to learn to be reliable.

For more than half a year, she has learned all the simple kitchen skills such as steaming buns, steaming buns, cooking porridge, and cooking noodles.

"Let you put it there, I'll bring it back in a while." Chu Jin reminded her, pour oil into the pan, "Quickly get out, the fried eggs have oily smoke."

"Let me take a look, learn how to fry eggs with you?" Song Qiaoxi didn't think about going out, and poked her head behind Chu Jin.

"Click" sounded.

Chu Jin turned off the gas valve, turned around holding the spatula, and said solemnly: "If you go out, the oil will jump on you."

"Then why are you not afraid of being bumped by the oil? I see mommy cooking, there will be oil..." Song Qiaoxi asked puzzledly after blinking her eyes.

She just wanted to learn how to fry eggs. She didn't understand why Chu Jin looked so unhappy, just like he was not very happy when he was combing his hair just now.

Learn more, isn't it?

"..." Chu Jin didn't find a suitable reason for a while, and the two of them stayed in a stalemate for more than ten seconds, until Mother Song opened the kitchen door and walked in from the dining room.

Qiao Qin walked over with a smile, took the spatula from Chu Jin's hand, and pushed the two children out of the door, "Oh, how come Jinjin and Xixi are so sensible? All right, let's go out, the rest of me Come on, don’t you want to go to the movies after eating? Have you called Miaomiao and Yangyang to make an appointment?"

"It's an appointment, can I learn to fry eggs with you, mother?" Song Qiaoxi said to her mother with her neck back.

My mother said with a look of disgust: "Don't make trouble with me, I'll teach you another day."

Waiting for breakfast, Song Qiaoxi took a copy of the latest issue of "Manyou·Comic 100" and leaned on the sofa to flip through boredly.

Suddenly he saw Chu Jin come out of the bathroom with a comb in his hand, walked behind her, and directly untied the hair rope on his head with one hand.

The loose ponytail suddenly spread to her shoulders. Song Qiaoxi threw the "Manyou Comics 100" in her hand, touched the top of her head with both hands, turned her head in disbelief and asked, "What are you doing? Tie it!"

Unexpectedly, Chu Jin pursed her mouth, eyes drooping, and said in a low voice: "Your braid just crooked, I'll tie it up again."

"Okay, can you teach me how to tie the braid tightly without twisting it?" Song Qiaoxi turned her head honestly, grabbing her handful of curly long hair with both hands.

Chu Jin was silent, and neatly divided the little girl's hair into two layers and tied them in a way that would not hurt the scalp.

"Okay." He didn't answer Song Qiaoxi's question, holding the comb in one hand and loosening the ends of her silky hair with the other.

The hair touched by the little boy's fingertips was cool and soft, like silk.

His throat was astringent, and Chu Jin felt that he could not answer Song Qiaoxi's question, so he could only walk back to the bathroom quickly with the comb.

Why, Song Qiaoxi started to learn to braid herself, and even wanted to learn to fry eggs?

She has not been able to braid her braids since she was a child, and he braided her for 6 years...

Normally, isn't Xi Xi most afraid of oil splashes?

Chu Jin was delicate in mind. At this time, his chest was a little stuffy. The little boy couldn't understand the little girl's desire to be independent, nor could he know that the little girl's original intention was to help him lighten the burden.

And Chu Jin asked himself a question silently, "Song Qiaoxi, doesn't she need me anymore?"

-

Father Song drove his private car and took the five children to the cinema in the shopping center.

Fortunately, he entrusted his friend to book five row tickets in advance, and they were in the seventh row, right in the middle.

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" is so popular. Tickets are particularly difficult to buy. Weekends and daytime shows are almost full.

When they arrived at the cinema on the top floor of the shopping mall, it was more than 40 minutes before the first screening. The gate of the cinema was full of teenagers, and many parents brought young children with them.

Song Jianguo is not interested in this kind of Western fantasy magic movies. The main reason is that these children are all twelve or thirteen years old. They say that they are big or not, and that they are not young. They just happen to be in a relatively embarrassing age range.

Let them go out and play by themselves. They always feel uneasy, but let the parents follow the whole process. Not to mention the embarrassment of a few children, even Song Jianguo feels awkward.

"Dad, you don't need to follow us anymore. You can go shopping, eat something or something, and pick us up later." Song Qiaoxi grabbed Dad's arm, shook it, and winked at him.

"Ah, that's okay. It just so happens that your young uncle Sun lives nearby. I'll ask him to have tea." Song Jianguo thought of his old subordinate, reporter Xiao Sun, when he was working in the newspaper, and he was going to call him to make an appointment to reminisce about the past.

He called all the remaining four children over and told them: "You "Little Five" will finish watching the movie in a while. Don't run around. Uncle finds a friend to play for a while. When the movie is over, come and pick you up. Eat KFC."

"Uncle Song, don't worry!" Ding Miao nodded obediently and replied.

Wang Junyang said: "Uncle Song, you can rest assured, I am a dog running around!"

Song Jianguo: There seems to be something wrong with what Yangyang said?

When a few children went out, the parents stuffed their pocket money, bought caramel popcorn and coke together, and waited in line for admission.

"Hey! Song Qiaoxi! Are you coming to see Harryportter too?"

Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi heard a familiar voice with a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent calling her name.

Turning around, he found that Gu Wei, the mixed-race "little milk dog" who made the school sisters scream every day at the Hot Dance Club, was holding a movie ticket in his hand and beckoning to her while running over.

Gu Wei exuded his personality. Seeing his acquaintances was very excited, he almost jumped in front of Song Qiaoxi, and clasped her shoulders and said excitedly: "You like HarryPortter too? It's a coincidence, you know what, King\'sCrossRailwayStation in London , There really is PlatformNine and Three-Quarters!"

I didn't notice at all, there was a pair of sharp eyes behind him that could kill people, staring at him firmly.

"No, what do you mean by this buddy?" Ding Yi rolled his eyes and complained to Chu Jin, only to see Chu Jin coldly look at Gu Wei's hand on Song Qiaoxi's shoulder.