Chapter 44

A few days later, the teacher of the nature class suddenly said that he would take the homework.

"All the flowers we planted have grown very beautiful. We can almost move the flowers to the small flowerpots. When I have finished scoring, we can take the flowers home and raise them well." The teacher said: "when we go back to buy a small flowerpot, to pick their favorite style, so that tomorrow's class, we will give flowers to the pot."

The children came down together.

As soon as the teacher left, Wenwen immediately came to talk to Fang Yan. She sincerely boasted: "the flowers you planted are so good to see, the score must be very high."

Fang Yan is also very happy.

He did not do well in other subjects, and only this kind of hands-on related courses could do better. Although nature and handcraft are not very important adjuncts, his mother would be very happy if he went back with a pot of flowers.

"Who do you want your flowers for?" "I'm going to take it back to my mom, and she'll love it," Wen said

"I..."

Before Fang Yan finished, Du hang rushed in and told the little goddess, "Wen Wen, my flowers are for you."

Wenwen girl was not happy to pout up her mouth: "I don't want it, your flower seed is not as good-looking as the square inkstone."

Du Hang's glass heart suddenly cracked. He looked at Fang inkstone bitterly and resentfully, and left the position dejectedly. As soon as he left, Wen Wen was worried again: "am I saying too much?"

"He seems very unhappy."

Wen Wen, ah, ran to apologize to him. I also forgot the topic with Fang Yan.

However, although did not say, but Fang inkstone's heart also had the answer, he also wanted to be like Wen Wen, flowers to his mother. At the thought that her mother would praise herself, Fang Yan couldn't help red ears, and she was more and more looking forward to transplanting flowers tomorrow.

A school, he and his brothers said, the car turned a corner to the florist, he dada ran inside, a row of flowerpots, pick a best look. When Fang Ke paid for him, he touched his head and asked, "what else do you want?"

"No, brother. This will do." Fang Yan said with a smile.

"What do you want to buy flowerpots for? Do you plant flowers

Fang Yan said, "yes, I am..." His words stopped abruptly and covered his mouth.

Fang Ke looks at him with a smile. His brother's every move, he is very clear, but he wants to listen to his brother speak out to him.

Fang Yan shook his head and stopped saying, "I'll tell you tomorrow."

Fang Ke smiles and doesn't ask.

All night, Fang Yan was so happy that she couldn't help looking at Fang's mother for several times. Thinking that she would be praised tomorrow, she chuckled away, which made her confused and thought she had done something wrong.

The next morning, he can't wait to get up and go to school with his little flower pot.

Nature class is the first class, all the children have brought their own carefully selected small flowerpots, waiting for the teacher to come, they deftly line up to go to the flower bed downstairs.

Fang Yan looked forward to the whole night, just stepped into the garden, a cavity of enthusiasm was quenched by a basin of cold water.

"Wow, teacher, come and have a look." Wen Wen exclaimed, "the flowers of Fang Yan have been picked!"

Fang Yan was surprised and ran over. He used to see his own flowers lying alone on the dark brown soil, wilting and answering, apparently had been picked for a long time. What made him even more angry was that the petals were broken and obviously trampled heavily. The flower that could have been saved had become a remnant flower.

He picked up the flowers with heartache and touched the tender petals, but many places were already yellow, and more than half of the petals had fallen off. Even if he reluctantly inserted them back into the soil, it would not look good.

All the students gathered around him and discussed in a chirp: "who did it?"

"The flowers planted in Fangyan are the best flowers in the class. It's a pity to be picked."

"That man is really bad."

"How can you look like this."

"We have to evaluate the results today."

"Yes, yes, the flowerpots are ready, but there are no flowers. That man is really bad."

Fang inkstone holding flowers, listening to the friends next to you, I said a word, mood more and more depressed.

Wenwen, a little girl, pushed aside the crowd and ran over with the flowers she had planted in the small flowerpot. She said politely, "don't be sad. I'll give you my flowers."

"Still not. You have to give it to your mother." Fang Yan refused: "and this is to score, if you give me, you will not spend."

"It doesn't matter. My grades in other subjects are also very high, but this is a zero. My mother won't blame me." Wen Wen raised her chest with pride. She knows that her little friend is a dregs of learning, and she only has a strong practical ability. If she doesn't get a good score on her report card at the end of the term, she may be spanked!Du hang rushed to her and said, "no No, Wenwen, you can't give your flowers to Fang Yan! "

"I'll give my flowers to whoever I like." Wen Wen hum a, still persistent to put their own small flowerpot to Fang Yan's arms.

Du hang was crying, and Fang Yan pushed her back. After all, Wen Wen gave up the idea.

"It doesn't matter." The teacher comforted him, "we all know that the flowers planted in Fangyan are the best to see. The teacher has seen them before, and they can already make achievements."

Fang Yan reluctantly smiles and continues to worry about his small flower pot.

But that's not what he's worried about.

The flower that he planted very hard, but want to give mother!

He thought about it and asked, "teacher, do you have any seeds? I want to plant it again. "

"One more time?" The teacher was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile, "OK, I'll get it for you again."

The teacher gave the rest of the seeds to him, and Fang Yan carefully planted it into a small flowerpot.

He can plant it again!

But who picked his flowers?

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