Chapter 85： In 2008, will we not see...

"Oh, this is not me and you..." Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand, trying to **** the clip back, and said in a panic.

"Huh?" Chu, who was just over a meter and a half tall, raised his arm and quickly flipped through Ding Yi's picture clip.

Song Qiaoxi's words are really trying to cover up. The girl in the comic has long curly hair like her. Even her school uniform is a classic foreign language uniform, and her schoolbag is also her Jansport schoolbag.

The boy in the painting has exactly the same hairstyle and face shape as Chu Jin. Just glance at the dialog box, and the conversation between the two is too numb.

Chu in the painting makes a mouthful of "Xiao Xixi", "Baby", "Dear"...

In the comics, Song Qiaoxi said the most "Well...", she was gagged at every turn, pinched her waist and pressed against the wall.

Fortunately, the most enthusiastic scene was the page they looked at.

The scene in the comic is also on the single bed in the boiler room. The furnishings in the room are the same. Song Qiaoxi is lying on the bed, and the school uniform shirt is pulled out of the skirt. The buttons at the bottom of the shirt are untied, revealing a thin section. Slim waist.

One hand on her waist pinched the meat around her waist, and the other hand cut her hands and raised it above her head.

The curly-haired girl's neck was raised high, revealing her fragile neck, and the boy's lips were very close to her neck...

I have to say that Ding Yi painted the details very well, and Chu Jin's well-defined hands painted quite well?

"Ah, don't look at it, this is all such a mess, give it back to me soon!" No matter how Song Qiaoxi jumped, she couldn't reach the picture clip in Chu Jin's hand, "Give it to me!"

Otherwise, Xueba is Xueba, Chu Jin spent a short time looking through Ding Yi's picture folder.

After reading the cartoon, Chu Jin handed the picture clip to Song Qiaoxi.

The little girl closed her picture folder with a "click" and hid the entire sketchbook behind her, staring at Chu Jin vigilantly, leaning against the bookshelf.

He met the little girl's red apricot eyes and her anxious little face, and he didn't want to deliberately tease her anymore.

Fifteen or six-year-old teenagers know better than little girls of the same age, and the feet/degrees of some private topics that boys will talk about are always larger.

Even if Chu Jin had never joined Wang Junyang and Ding Yi's topic, when the two of them occupied his room to watch the movie, Chu Jin took the initiative to go out and leave the boiler room to the two boys.

All in all, in short, I have never eaten pork and have seen pigs run. Isn’t it...

"Well, I saw it, it's not me and you that I painted." Chu Jin smiled and shook his head, walked back to the desk with long legs and sat down in the chair, and picked up the pen again.

"Yes, yes, we are not the ones who painted!" Song Qiaoxi nodded firmly and breathed a sigh of relief, "Look at me not to blow Ding Yi's head, let him paint these messy little emperor comics, I want to tell Uncle Ding to go, nor Learn well."

Chu Jin looked at her puffed up, like a cute puffer fish, and couldn't help but play with her heart, wanting to tease her.

I don't know why, Chu Jin always wants to tease her lately. He likes to see her angry, and prefers to be coaxed by him after she is angry.

The young man coughed and raised his eyelids with interest.

Chu Jin turned around and smiled and said to Song Qiaoxi, "Ah, do you think Ding Yi's paintings are messy, okay? Actually, I think...the paintings are pretty good."

The little girl standing next to the bookshelf had her ears red with blood dripping, and her cheeks that had just been suffocated, bulged up again and turned into a pufferfish...

The winter vacation in 2005 started with a violent beating of Ding Yi.

However, Ding Yi, who had experienced the "severe beating", soon cheered up again.

When everything returned to normal, he took a new picture clip, leaned in front of Song Qiaoxi, and smiled flatteringly, "Xixi, I won't paint meat in the future. Oh, actually I didn't paint meat before, it's all meat scraps. ..... Do you know the meaning of meat scraps? I can always paint clear water in the future, right? You don't know how popular you are in the post bar!"

In the next second, Ding Miao's hand screwed Ding Yi's ear.

"Ahhhhhhh, I can't paint anymore..." Ding Yi quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong and I was wrong, sister forgive me, my dog's life is worthless, please forgive me... ."

This winter vacation, the few friends of the "Little Gang of Five" seem to be playing, chatting and laughing as usual, but in fact, everyone has their own cautions in their hearts.

If we say that entering junior high school from elementary school, only Ding Yi was separated from everyone, and he went to the second affiliated middle school of normal school to go to junior high school.

In another semester, when graduating from the third year of junior high school, several friends are about to face the first separation in their lives.

It seems that growing up means parting time and time again.

Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin are going to go to Beijing to study in high school. It is a certainty. Song family parents have already told a few old friends, and the children will know.

"I think you two will never be separated forever?" Ding Miao looked at Song Qiaoxi enviously.

Song Qiaoxi smiled embarrassedly, "I don't know if the high school will be divided into a class. We have to take the school placement test again when we go. The textbooks in Beijing schools are different from ours. We will have to make up classes again this summer. Up..."

"You are all accompanied, so I am going to the Shanghai stock market by myself. My parents are so cruel that they let me go to the UK for preparatory courses after graduating from the third year of high school." Wang Junyang closed his laptop, stretched out, and scratched his head.

Wang Junyang had already been arranged by Mother Wang to go back to the Shanghai stock market from high school and to live in his grandmother's home, which he disliked the most.

Now Wang Junyang, the dialect of the Shanghai stock market has been very slippery, and his uncle helped him find an international school in the Shanghai stock market. After graduating from high school, he went directly to the UK to study the preparatory course of business management.

"I just want to play games. Alas, if I can make money from playing games, what kind of business management do I learn? Come back to manage my mother's beauty salon?" Wang Junyang opened his face bitterly, and took a lollipop into his mouth. .

Ding Yi casually scribbled on the sketchbook and raised his head to smile at Wang Junyang, "You are a rich second generation, why would you go to England to waste money? Just inherit the family property after high school."

"Wang Junyang, if you are really talented, you can make money by playing games." Chu Jin rarely joined their conversation, put down the pen in his hand, and said to Wang Junyang, "I have read a piece of news. In 2003, e-sports became recognized by the General Administration of Sports. For sports events, if you play well in the game, you can consider taking the route of professional e-sports."

"Professional gaming? Damn, is such a foreign name really a job?" Wang Junyang was stunned.

"It's a profession. For example, you play World of Warcraft. There are competitions. However, e-sports is a new profession, and it will be very hard to do it." Chu Jin paused, then said, "There is no job in this world. It's easy. It's almost impossible to find a job with more money and less living close to home."

"Oh..." Wang Junyang and Ding Yi sighed together.

"Brother Jin, you are too realistic..." Ding Yi pushed his glasses, turned his head and looked at Wang Junyang and said, "However, in 2008, we both graduated from high school, and I want to take the exam for Yangmei, my sister. To take the Beihang test, we will go to Beijing to see you at the Olympic Games then? Wang Junyang didn't go abroad at that time, right?"

"Definitely not. I will have to apply for a visa or something then, then we will make an agreement. See you in Beijing in 2008?" Wang Junyang shook his head.

"Wow, we promised to see you in Beijing in 2008!" Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand, looked at the sparkling eyes of several partners, and smiled knowingly.

"Well, see you in Beijing!" Ding Miao put her hand on the back of her hand and smiled slightly.

Next came Ding Yi's hand, resting on the back of Ding Miao's hand, and Wang Junyang's hand was covering Ding Yi's hand.

Chu Jin stood up and walked over. His well-knotted and slender hand stretched out and hesitated for a moment. The next second, Song Qiaoxi slapped Wang Junyang on the back of Wang Junyang's hand.

Looking up to Chu's bottomless eyes, the little girl smiled playfully.

Song Qiaoxi squeezed the hands of a few friends like she did when she was a child, "Then, in 2008, will we see each other in Beijing?"

"See you or leave!"

Less than 20 square meters, in a small boiler room, five boys and girls put their hands together.

Nine years ago, Song Qiaoxi folded the hands of her friends at the door of the boiler room.

After so many years, the friendship and bond between the children has grown deeper and deeper.

Even in the near future, children will experience separation and everyone will face this strange world independently, but this friendship that has grown up together will never dissipate.

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For the neighbors in the compound, the New Year in 2005 was a joyous and lively event.

However, this year, for the Song family, is full of accidents and sorrow.

Song Qiaoxi was woken up from bed by her mother in the early morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

She fell asleep in a daze, and she heard her mother touch her face with cold hands, and whispered: "Xixi, get dressed, grandma, grandma passed away..."

Woke up all of a sudden, Song Qiaoxi sat up from the bed, stared at her mother with red eyes, her words were choked and her chest tightened.

Mother gently hugged her and touched her hair. Song Qiaoxi wanted to cry, but couldn't cry.

This is Song Qiaoxi, who has lived for two lifetimes, and has been exposed to death for the first time.

Grandma Song is three years older than Grandpa Song. She is 86 years old. She has never been dazzled or deaf, and her legs and feet are good. Everyone says that she can live to be a hundred years old.

The old lady walked in her sleep without any signs. The doctor said she didn't have any pain, but she died naturally when she got older.

Of the three sons of the Song family, Song Jianguo is the youngest son, and can be regarded as a son in his later years.

The three sons are very filial and harmonious, because the Song family's eldest brother inherited the old house of his parents, and the old man usually lives with the eldest brother.

In the daily life of the old man and the old lady, a nanny was hired to greet the old man and the three brothers shared the cost of the nanny.

On New Year's and holidays, the three families gather together, the elderly and children are happy, and there is harmony between the wives and the wives.

On the day of Mrs. Song’s funeral, her mother found Song Qiaoxi a dark sweater, corduroy pants, replaced the festive red and white sweater skirt, took a long black down jacket and put it on the sleeve. "Filial piety".

Coming out of the room, she saw Chu Jin dressed neatly, standing at the door waiting for her.

The old lady Song was very popular before she was alive. The old neighborhoods near the old house, neighbors, and colleagues from the previous unit all came to mourn.

Those who are busy are all grown-ups, Song Qiaoxi's grandfather, grandmother, second grandfather, second grandmother, and mom and dad are busy in the old house.

The uncle's cousin is already working, and the second uncle's elder brother is also in college. Both of them look like adults, helping the family to greet and send each other.

Here, there is basically nothing wrong with her as a minor child, and there is no way to help.

Song Qiaoxi had to move a bench and sat in the old house with Chu Jin by her side.

Looking at the people coming and going, listening to the comments of unfamiliar uncles and aunts, Song Qiaoxi could perceive that grandma's funeral didn't seem to be too sad.

Most of the people who came were kind, and even many people were smiling.

"The three children of the Song family are filial. The children took good care of the old lady, and God is blessed to have not suffered. When a person is old, it is impossible to be recalled by the king at any time."

"Yes, the old lady is a blessing and a good end, not a natural disaster, really good, right?"

"Is it right? We have both good luck and longevity. The sons and grandchildren of the Song family are promising. The three sons are good at work, the family is harmonious, and the daughter-in-law has no conflicts, which is very good."

"Yes, the whole family is blessed. Both grandsons have published a copy. That little granddaughter is good at studying and growing up. Both are very good..."

......

Song Qiaoxi heard that what everyone said the most was "blessed" and "all very good."

"Why, grandma is gone, everyone is not so sad? It seems that Dad and Grandpa don't feel sad either?" Song Qiaoxi pulled her sleeves out of her sleeves and asked suspiciously.

Xu Yi had cried several times in the past few days, and she opened her mouth and her throat became hoarse.

Chu Jin rubbed her hair, poured a cup of warm water in the hall, and handed it to her.

Watching her drink half a cup, Chu Jin squatted down, and usually she said softly: "It may be because people go away. But for those who are alive, life will continue, and there are others who are counting on them. If adults do not control Emotions, showing the appearance of collapse, what about the children?"

"..." Song Qiaoxi thought for a while, it seemed like this.

She had never seen her parents collapse. They were like two big mountains, always standing calmly behind her.

It seems that nothing in the world is difficult for them.

Perhaps it is because of being a father and a mother, because of this claim, because there are children who are counting on them, so that they can take that responsibility.

"Xixi, do it all, sitting in the yard is cold, don't blow the wind." Mom hurried over, holding two scarves in her hand, and tied the two children around her neck, "Sit in the house and take a look. TV or something, drink more water."

After speaking, Mother Song hurried to entertain the guests who came in.

Only a few minutes after Mom left, Father Song came over and stuffed them with a handful of nuts.

Father Song squeezed Song Qiaoxi's face and smiled faintly, "I'll have lunch for a while, so let's eat some dried fruit to cushion your stomach. Don't be afraid, there will be Dad."

After that, Father Song patted Chu Jin on the shoulder again, "I have exhausted my hard work. I ran with you Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao for several days, and helped me take care of Xixi."

"Well, Uncle Song, you are busy, I will accompany her." Chu Jin nodded and said calmly.

Mom and Dad are so busy, they still have to think about them.

At this time, Song Qiaoxi felt that all she could do was not to mess with the adults.

In the corner of Song's old house, there is a big locust tree.

In winter, the branches of Sophora japonica are bare, and occasionally a few small house finches fall on it, chirping twice.

Song Qiaoxi raised her head and glanced at the sparrow on the tree. She still felt like a missing piece in her heart, empty.

When grandma was alive, she was impartial to her two brothers and she was not at all patriarchal like some old ladies.

Even the grandmother and grandfather of the Song family would love her, the only little granddaughter, more.

The two old men remembered all her preferences and knew that the little granddaughter liked to eat all the sweet and sour dishes. Every time she came to the old house, there were sweet and sour pork ribs and sour pork on the table; they knew that the little granddaughter loved beauty, and Grandma Song winter. I always learn the tricks in magazines and knit good-looking woolen hats and gloves for her; in summer, I freeze the sweet plums and cherries in the well water.

Song Qiaoxi is sad, she misses grandma.

I want to hold back the tears and not cry, but every time I think of my grandma’s smile and see the photo of the grandma in the middle of the hall, she is still very sad and can’t control her tears...

Suddenly, Song Qiaoxi's hands were wrapped in warm, slightly damp hands.

Looking down, Chu Jin held her hand.

"Do you still remember, when I was young, Grandpa Sun told me to remember how happy my parents are, because they only want to see the smiling faces of their children." Chu Jin paused and looked carefully at Song Qiaoxi, crying and swollen. The eyes appear bigger, and the voice is gentle.

He held the two cold little hands tighter, "Grandma Song must only want to see your family smiling, so Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao don't want to cry, right?"

The little girl in front of her nodded with tears in her eyes.

Her eyes were red, the tip of her nose was red, and her pale little face was hidden in a white fluffy scarf.

Song Qiaoxi's ruddy mouth moved, as if struggling with all her strength, she tried to pull out a smile, and said softly, "Well, grandma must be willing to watch us laugh."