Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 4

This was the first time Chu Jin took the initiative to speak to himself, but Song Qiaoxi couldn't hear anything.

Curious?

Of course she was curious, but she didn't even ask in the end.

She is now looking like her nose and tears, she doesn't want to talk to her little brother at this time, she must be ugly now.

After a while, Song Qiaoxi felt better.

Just about to tell his mother that he could go home, a boy in a navy blue bubo suit looked up, his face was full of concern, and shouted: "Boss Xixi! I'll buy you a little snowman to eat. It won't be uncomfortable after eating. Next time I spray my mother's Paris perfume in the car, will you stop getting motion sickness?"

The boy is her number one attendant in the compound. His name is Wang Junyang. He lent a Jetta to his father, the son of Uncle Wang, who is also 6 years old this year.

Wang Junyang is taller than Song Qiaoxi, combing the fashionable Guo Fucheng head, and the long and narrow Danfeng turned around, and stretched out his little hand to learn Chu Jin's appearance and gestured to pat her on the back. It seemed that he wanted to learn to comfort others.

Song Qiaoxi was helpless and closed her eyes in despair.

She remembered that Wang Junyang had a strong hand and was playing with an eagle and catching a chick.

The slap finally fell on his back, and when he opened his eyes again, only Chu Jin's face was cold, and he held Wang Junyang's wrist without saying a word.

Wang Junyang is like a loach, desperately trying to break free of his control.

Before Wang Junyang stood up again, Uncle Wang stepped on the dragboard and strode the meteor to the battlefield.

Uncle Wang couldn't help but grabbed Wang Junyang's ears and pulled him away from Song Qiaoxi. His voice was full of anger: "Wang Junyang! I ran away before finishing the preschool homework, go, go home, and see how your mother comes back to clean you up. !"

"Sister, Xixi is okay? Hurt, I forgot about the child's motion sickness." Uncle Wang touched Song Qiaoxi's head with the other hand, and said to his mother.

"It's okay, I really thank you Brother Wang today. Tomorrow I will make sweet and sour tenderloin and send it to you and my sister-in-law." Mom helped her up and waved her hands with Uncle Wang.

"Our family are so polite, hey! This is not from Lao Chu's... Well, what, I will take Yangyang home first, see Xixi's little face is pale, and I have tossed it down today, take a rest early."

Mother seemed to give Uncle Wang a wink, and put a hand on Chu Jin's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Seeing Uncle Wang abruptly changed the subject, she soon went upstairs with a grinning Wang Junyang. .

"Go, children, let's go home." Mother Song's voice was warm and firm.

On the summer night of 1996, the street lights in the compound were dim, and various insects held carnival parties under the lights.

Song's mother held Song Qiaoxi with her left hand and Chu Jin with her right hand. A large and two small walked side by side on the way home, and three long reflections were drawn under the street lamp.

She had been looking for this way home for a long time in her dream, Song Qiaoxi was thankful that she finally found it.

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As soon as I arrived at the door, I ran into my father holding toilet paper and was about to go out.

He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Daughter-in-law, I see the toilet paper is used up, and it took a long time to find out in the chest of drawers..."