When each seed was delivered to the children, the teacher of the nature class carefully explained how to raise big and small flowers. It's just that every student in the class lives in a big city made of steel and concrete, and rarely grows any plants. Everyone is in a hurry when they first get started.
Fortunately, the seeds sent by the teacher are all easy-to-plant flowers. After more than half of the semester, under the careful care of the children, most of the seeds sprouted, successfully grew out, and grew into beautiful flowers. It is the first time to grow flowers, and they are all cultivated with heart. How well they grow in the end can only depend on everyone's talent.
Among a group of inexperienced children, Fang Yan, who had countless experience in farm work, stood out and planted the most beautiful flowers in the class.
The little girl also chirped to ask him for tips on planting flowers: "I did what the teacher said, but I can't grow flowers as beautiful as yours. Can you teach me?"
How should this be taught
Do you want to say that you need to grow more vegetables, and you will understand if you grow more? Fang Yan could only shake his head silently.
"Is it really not possible?" The little girl looked at him pitifully, then stretched out her little finger, and said, pointing to her knuckles, "Just teach me this, that's all!"
Fang Yan still shook his head, he paused, and felt that his attitude was too impolite, so he explained in a low voice: "I also planted according to what the teacher said."
It's just that by planting more vegetables, his planting experience has become a lot, and he can do the same steps instinctively, so he can grow beautiful flowers.
Hearing what he said, the little girl had no choice but to give up asking in frustration, and ran back to her own flowers, taking care of them carefully.
Fang Yan hesitated for a moment, then picked up the small kettle and continued to water, continued to daze, and began to worry about how to make money.
"Hi!" Another voice sounded above his head.
Fang Yan raised his head in a daze, and saw a boy standing in front of him, looking at him with an unfriendly expression.
The appearance of the boy reminded him of the village head's son Da Zhuang for some reason, and the experience of being troubled before him immediately appeared before his eyes. Fang Yan subconsciously hugged his small water bottle tightly, and stood up nervously.
"Hello?" He hesitated, "What can you do?"
"What did Wenwen want from you just now?" the little boy said.
Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Who is Wenwen?"
The little boy's eyes widened immediately: "You don't even know who Wenwen is?"
Should he know? Fang Yan was at a loss, holding his small water bottle, and shook his head again.
Let alone Wenwen, he doesn't even know anyone in his class. He came to school for so long, but he didn't make many friends, and he couldn't even call most of the students in the class by their names.
"Wenwen is the prettiest girl in our class!" The little boy said angrily, "It's the girl who talked to you just now, why don't you even recognize Wenwen?!"
Seeing that someone didn't know the little goddess in his heart, the boy was so angry that he even forgot the purpose of coming here. He pulled Fang Yan and pointed out the most beautiful little girl in the crowd to show him. If he exhausted himself, he would be the best The most perfect words to describe.
Fang Yan was stunned for a while, and could only nod along with his words. It wasn't until he saw the little boy stop talking dryly that he asked confusedly, "I know who Wenwen is, so what's the matter with you?"
The boy immediately remembered his purpose, he let go of Fang Yan, raised his chin proudly, lowered his voice, and asked in a voice eight degrees lower than before: "What were you and Wenwen talking about just now? "
"She came to ask me how to grow flowers." Fang Yan replied truthfully.
"Planting flowers?" The boy immediately raised his head proudly: "The flowers Wenwen plants are also the most beautiful flowers in the world!"
"..."
Fang Yan thought in a daze, the person in front of him was probably Wenwen with her eyes closed.
Blowing with closed eyes was taught to him by Brother Gu, and it was originally used to describe Fang Huai. Fang Huai has been watching a singer's performance every day with his TV in his arms. He is fascinated by it. If he doesn't want to tell himself, he insists on giving this singer Amway to others. The little boy was exactly the same, and almost used up the most perfect words in the world to praise the singer. Brother Gu said, this is called blowing with eyes closed.
"So did you teach her?" the boy asked.
Fang Yan shook his head: "Me neither."
"Yes, yes, Wenwen is definitely better than you at planting flowers, how could you teach her." The boy said proudly.
Fang Yan, I don't know what to say.
"By the way, which flower did you plant?" The boy said proudly with his chin held high: "In order not to disappoint Wenwen, I also worked hard to learn how to plant flowers. It seems that Wenwen treats you very well." For the sake of my eyesight, I decided to show you how to grow flowers out of mercy."
He... doesn't need to be taught.
Fang Yan lowered his head silently, staring at his own flowers.
"This is your flower? Let me see, you..." The boy's words stopped abruptly.
The flowers in front of me are the most energetic, brightest, and most beautiful flowers in the entire flower garden!
Even if Wenwen closes his eyes and blows, the boy can't hypnotize himself, this flower is more beautiful than what he planted, not only that, it seems... It seems to be more beautiful than Wenwen's planting!
The boy suddenly felt as if he had been slapped, and his face was burning with pain.
He blushed and looked at Fang Yan angrily: "You...you..." You kept talking for a long time, but couldn't say a word.
"Du Hang! What are you and Fang Yan talking about!" Wenwen walked over angrily: "Are you trying to bully Fang Yan again?"
Du Hang's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he looked at his little goddess in disbelief. He obviously didn't expect that he would be beaten up by the little goddess. He glanced at Wenwen sadly, then glared resentfully at Fang Yan, who was holding a small kettle next to him, and seeing his innocent face, he was immediately saddened, turned his head and ran away sadly, without even a word of explanation. did not stay.
Fang Yan quickly explained: "He didn't bully me, he just came to ask me a question."
"You don't need to explain, I know that Du Hang likes to bully people the most." Wenwen pouted unhappily: "He is the big villain in our class, many people have been bullied by him, don't you He said good things, if I didn't find out in time, you must have been bullied by him by now."
is that so
Fang Yan scratched his head, feeling that the little boy named Du Hang was not like that, but looked sad because he was misunderstood by Wenwen.
He still wanted to explain, but the little girl Wenwen didn't listen, and quickly asked him other questions about planting flowers. Fang Yan's attention was attracted to him, and he quickly forgot about it.