A few days later, the teacher of the science class suddenly said that the homework would be collected.
"The flowers that everyone planted have grown beautifully. We can almost move the flowers into small flower pots. After I finish scoring, everyone can take the small flowers home and raise them well." The teacher Said: "When you go back, everyone will buy a small flower pot and choose your favorite style, so that when we go to class tomorrow, we will move the small flowers into the flower pot."
The children all agreed.
As soon as the teacher left, Wenwen immediately came over to talk to Fang Yan, and she boasted sincerely: "The flowers you plant are so beautiful, you must have a high score."
Fang Yan was also very happy.
His grades in other subjects are not good, so only this kind of hands-on related courses can do better. Although nature and handicrafts are not very important sub-courses, if he returns with a pot of flowers , Mom will definitely be very happy.
"Who do you want to give your flowers to?" Wenwen said, "I want to take them back to my mother, she will definitely like it very much."
"I… "
Before Fang Yan finished speaking, Du Hang hurriedly squeezed in, and confessed to the little goddess with a smile: "Wenwen, I give you my flowers."
The little girl Wenwen pouted her mouth unhappily: "I don't want it, your flowers are not as good-looking as Fang Yan's."
Du Hang's glass heart shattered again. He gave Fang Yan a sad and resentful look, and left his seat dejectedly. As soon as he left, Wenwen became worried again: "Did I say too much?"
"He seemed very unhappy."
Wenwen yelled, and hurried over to apologize to him. I also forgot the topic I had with Fang Yan before.
However, although he didn't say anything, Fang Yan already had the answer in his heart. He also wanted to give flowers to his mother just like Wenwen. Fang Yan couldn't help but blushed at the thought that his mother would praise him at that time, and he was more and more looking forward to transplanting Xiaohua tomorrow.
As soon as school was over, he talked to his brothers, and the car turned a corner to the flower shop. He ran inside and picked the most beautiful one among a row of flower pots. When Fang Ke paid him, he touched his head and asked, "Do you want anything else?"
"No, brother, this is enough." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"What does Yanyan want to buy flowerpots for? Planting flowers?"
Fang Yan replied: "Yes, I..." His words stopped abruptly, and he quickly covered his mouth.
Fang Ke looked at him with a smile. He was very clear about every move of his younger brother, but he wanted to hear what his younger brother said in person.
Fang Yan shook his head and stopped talking: "I'll tell you tomorrow."
Fang Ke smiled and didn't ask any more questions.
The whole night, Fang Yan was very happy, and couldn't help but glanced at Fang's mother several times. When he thought that he would be praised tomorrow, he giggled and avoided it, which made Fang's mother confused, thinking that she was What did I do wrong.
The next morning, he couldn't wait to get up and go to school with his little flowerpot in his arms.
The nature class was the first class. All the children brought their carefully selected small flower pots. When the teacher came, they lined up obediently to go to the flower garden downstairs.
Fang Yan waited for the whole night, and just stepped into the flower garden, his enthusiasm was extinguished by a basin of cold water.
"Wow, teacher, come and take a look." Wenwen exclaimed, "Fang Yan's flowers have been picked!"
Fang Yan was startled and ran over quickly. He went over to take a look, and saw his own flower lying alone on the dark brown soil, wilted, obviously it had been picked for a long time, and what made him even more angry was that the petals were broken, obviously being heavily picked Stepped on, the flower that could have been rescued was now completely a residual flower.
He hugged the flower distressedly, and touched the tender petals, but many places were already yellow, and more than half of the petals had already fallen off, and it would not look good even if they forced it back into the soil.
All the classmates gathered around him, chirping and discussing: "Who did it?"
"The flowers Fang Yan planted are the most beautiful flowers in the class. It's a pity that they were picked."
"That man is really bad."
"How can it be like this?"
"We still have to judge the grades today!"
"Yes, yes, the flower pots are ready, but the flowers are gone. That person is really bad."
Holding the flowers, Fang Yan became more and more depressed when he heard the friends next to him talking to each other.
The little girl Wenwen squeezed away the crowd, ran over holding the flowers she had planted in a small flower pot, and said politely: "Don't be sad, I will give you my flowers."
"I still can't, you still have to give it to your mother." Fang Yan refused: "And this is for grades, if you give it to me, you won't spend it."
"It doesn't matter, my grades in other subjects are also very high, but this one is zero, my mother will not blame me." Wenwen puffed out her chest proudly. She knew that her little friend was a scumbag, so he only had better hands-on ability. If the report card brought back at the end of the semester didn't have a good grade, he might be spanked!
Du Hang hurriedly squeezed over: "No... no, Wenwen, you can't give Fang Yan your flowers!"
"I can give my flowers to whomever I like." Wenwen snorted, still persistently trying to stuff her little flower pot into Fang Yan's arms.
Du Hang next to him was about to cry, Fang Yan hurriedly pushed back, trying to talk about it, and finally let Wenwen dispel this idea.
"It's okay." The teacher comforted; "We all know that the flowers planted by Fang Yan are the most beautiful. The teacher has seen them before, and they can already produce results."
Fang Yan forced a smile, and continued to worry about holding his little flower pot.
But that's not what he's worried about.
The flowers he planted with great difficulty are to be given to his mother!
He thought for a while and asked, "Teacher, do you still have seeds? I want to plant them again."
"Plant again?" The teacher was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll get it for you again."
The teacher gave him all the remaining seeds, and Fang Yan carefully planted them in small flowerpots.
He can plant it again!
But who plucked his flowers