To Make He Yu Regret

Chapter 13: Vote for He Yu

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In the "My Friends" painting exhibition, the child who won the first place will receive a certificate issued by the school.

When choosing the first place, the teachers encountered a problem.

"Which one do you think is better?"

Facing the two paintings that were released separately on the table, they fell into deep thought.

One painting is from Zhang Liu from Class 3. It is very serious and has cute lines. It is a scene of two children playing at home.

The other one is from He Yu from Class 1.

The color of the painting is strong, and the first thing that catches the eye is a circle filled with drawing paper. Inside the circle is a face that seems to be smiling but not smiling. It is piled up in colorful triangles, rectangles and ovals, looming. Outside the circle, tightly wrapped around a pair of long bandage-like hands.

Picking up He Yu's painting, the art teacher said: "This painting is very special. I watched the children's paintings all afternoon, but this is the only one that impressed me the most."

"Is it because of the color scheme?"

"Well," said the other teachers, "besides, his composition and creativity are also very intriguing."

"What is this painting?"

"Well, it should be an expression, the special bond that friendship gave him? Those long hands seem to describe a kind of hug. Isn't the so-called 'friend' the one who can hug all your ugliness?"

"I think he painted his inner self. He hid his sad emotions and protected it himself."

Someone burst out laughing: "Don't read too much, artists. Are you looking at a six-year-old's painting?"

So the teachers asked him, "What do you think of this painting?"

"I can't read what he's going to draw. It's true that the color matching and the picture are pretty good, but..."

He held up another painting from Zhang Liu: "Choose the first one. I think this one should be chosen. It is easier to understand and other children will recognize it."

"That's not necessarily true. You are an adult's gaze, how can you represent the aesthetics of children, saying that they will like that one more."

There was no agreement among the teachers to choose the first place. After discussing, they finally decided to hold a poll in the school and let the children choose.

the next day.

Jiang Mingzhen, who came to school early, and her deskmate studied carefully under the paintings of Zhang Liu and He Yu.

"Why does the teacher think his paintings are good?" The deskmate looked at He Yu's paintings again and again, still very at a loss.

"The painting is very vivid."

Jiang Mingzhen abruptly found the shadow of her own face among the colorful triangles, ellipses and ribbons, although she didn't understand why He Yu drew her so round.

"The person in the painting is me." She patted her face.

"Is there?" The deskmate didn't think it looked like it.

"Yes." Jiang Mingzhen took out the mirror in her bag, imitated the face on the painting, and made a strange expression: "Look again."

"Indeed!" The honest tablemate said one after another: "You are exactly as ugly as the face in this painting!"

"That's right, so he drew pretty well." Satisfied, Jiang Mingzhen walked back to their class with her hands behind her back.

Before the class, the teacher and the students in the class informed the activities of the afternoon: they will choose the first place in the "My Friends" art exhibition from the paintings of Zhang Liu and He Yu, and each child has the right to vote.

Jiang Mingzhen took a special look at He Yu when the teacher informed him about it.

He lay down on the table, concentrating on sketching the cartoon characters on his backing board, as if the teacher was talking about other people's affairs, and didn't care much.

Jiang Mingzhen was quite worried that he would not win the first place.

In good conscience, she thinks Zhang Liu's paintings are better. Two children were drawn to play games, the toy trains are very similar, and the small flowers and grass in the background are also very beautiful.

He Yu shouldn't have painted her!

Doesn't he know? Her face was unflattering.

The emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is in a hurry, which is exactly used to describe Jiang Mingzhen. She was sad all morning, thinking about how to get He Yu to count more votes and win the first place.

Then she really figured out a way.

Every Friday, Jiang Mingzhen's mother would bring things to school and ask Jiang Mingzhen to distribute them to the students, so as to build a good relationship with everyone. Since all the people around Jiang Mingzhen became "traitors", no one dared to take the things she brought to school.

It was like that last week, her table was full of delicious food, and everyone watched her eat alone.

At the beginning, Jiang Mingzhen ate with a showy face, bathed in everyone's envious eyes. Gradually, fewer people looked at her, and she was a little stuffed, and her complexion began to look ugly.

Naturally, one person can't finish it, after all Xu Meiyin prepared a class's amount. The remaining snacks were all treasured by Jiang Ming into her cabinet.

lunch break.

During the lunch break in preschool, the children will take a nap under the supervision of the aunt.

Few people really fell asleep, and everyone basically played with the gadgets they hid under the quilt, or fought with the classmates in the next bed, but these had to be done secretly.

After the aunt whistled, all the children closed their eyes.

She began to patrol around as usual to check if everyone was sleeping soundly.

Little girl Jiang Mingzhen closed her eyes very quickly today, and put her hands together honestly under the quilt.

The aunt still stopped by her bed.

"Cough." Auntie didn't know how to say it.

There was nothing wrong with Jiang Mingzhen's lying posture, she was well-behaved. But under the quilt, she bulged like a hill.

It's hard to wonder if she's hiding something.

If it were any other child, Auntie might have gone directly to lift the quilt, but it happened to be the daughter of the Jiang family. Mrs. Jiang, who often comes to the school, gives gifts to the aunts every time, asking them to take care of the children more.

After weighing, the aunt knelt down and whispered to Jiang Mingzhen: "Don't make too much noise."

With her eyes closed, Jiang Mingzhen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

When they heard the sound of the door being locked, it meant that the aunt had gone out, and the children opened their eyes one after another and started having fun at noon.

"Hey," Jiang Mingzhen grabbed a pack of snacks from her stomach amidst the noise, and shook it at her classmate in the next bed: "Who are you voting for in the painting exhibition this afternoon?"

"He..." The student who was fiddling with the leaf instrument bit his lip in time.

Staring at the snack in her hand, he changed his words sharply: "If I don't vote for He Yu, will you give me a snack?"

She shook her head: "I'll vote for He Yu to give it to you."

"Ah?" The classmate was quite surprised: "Why? Don't you hate He Yu?"

Jiang Mingzhen snorted coldly, curled her lips: "What's your business, you ask so many questions, do you vote for him?"

"Vote!" The classmate took the snack happily.

Taking out another bag, she asked him to help pass the message: "You help me give you the bed next door, and ask her to vote for He Yu. If she votes, she will have snacks."

The little classmate bit the jelly in his mouth, and went to work without saying a word.

In this way, with Jiang Mingzhen's bed as the center, the snacks were spread out from person to person.

"If you vote for He Yu, you will have snacks, which Jiang Mingzhen will give you."

"If you vote for He Yu, Jiang Mingzhen will give you snacks."

"Vote for He Yu, Jiang Mingzhen for snacks."

"Given by Jiang Mingzhen, remember to vote for He..."

The boy stuffed the snacks into the bed next to him, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Oh, don't ask you to vote."

He Yu opened his eyes and looked at him.

The classmate scratched his neck in embarrassment: "Then you pass it to your neighbor and ask him to vote for you. The snacks are sent by Jiang Mingzhen."

Sitting up a little, He Yu looked at Jiang Mingzhen's bed.

She simply stood over there to distribute snacks, without slippers on her feet, and stepped directly on the concrete floor.

He asked the person in the next bed, "Did you hear me wrong? Is she going to vote for me?"

The boy was sure: "Well! This is absolutely correct."

He Yu couldn't figure it out: "Why?"

Ask him this, he doesn't know either. The boy made his own guess and answered, "Maybe you think you draw well?"

"Does she think... I draw well?"

He Yu pursed her lips, feeling some strange emotions welling up in her heart.

He lowered his head and squeezed the snack in his hand.

Honey cupcakes, that's what it says on the snacks.

The outside door opened unexpectedly.

The children were too noisy, the aunt came in to arrest them, and she saw Jiang Mingzhen outside the station.

"Jiang Mingzhen."

There is no way, it is obvious that this is the case, and it cannot be justified if it is not arrested.

"If you don't take a good nap, you have to come out and stand as a punishment."