Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

After singing ABCDEFG for many days, Jiang Xiaoman could finally sing ignorantly.

She was too happy, thinking that she must sing it out loud next time and sing it to all the children! Let them all praise her for being smart!

but!

She was so hot and cold soon!

Because Mr. Yang said, no longer sing alphabet songs, and a handicraft lesson!

Although she has worked so hard for so long, she can't sing, and she can't let others praise her for being smart. She feels like she's walking at night, and it's a bit unsound. But children are children, and they are quickly attracted by unfamiliar vocabulary.

Yu Qingshi also told her about the handicraft class, but she hasn't participated in it yet.

Jiang Xiaoman asked dumbfounded: "What is a manual class?"

I thought that the child hadn’t participated in the event yet. If I didn’t understand, Teacher Yang explained patiently: “It’s just to do handicraft, exercise the children’s hands-on ability, and follow the teacher to make things.

"what to do?"

"Make a flower basket."

Soon Jiang Xiaoman knew what a manual class was.

Isn't it just for fun?

This kind of ability, even if it is not taught by others, children are born with it.

The flower basket has a tutorial. First find a discarded beverage bottle, cut it in half with scissors, then cut the bottle body into thin strips, and string colorful paper flowers on it. A beautiful small flower basket is ready.

It's really super simple!

This is not troublesome for Jiang Xiaoman. She followed the instructions of Teacher Yang and tried her best to make flower baskets, but her practical ability could not keep up with the thinking ability of the brain.

The brain said I would, I would, but his hands did not obey. After a lesson, the plastic bottle did not cut a few strands.

Of course, the children in the class are like this. And Teacher Yang has long been accustomed to such a scene, and said very calmly: "It doesn't matter, go home and continue to do it. When it is done, bring it to the school to show the teacher, shall we appreciate the results of labor together?"

"it is good!!"

The voices of children deserve one after another.

School is over.

When Jiang Xiaoman grabbed Yu Qing, he asked him: "Have you finished your flower basket?"

In her heart, she wanted to take a small red flower, and Yu Qingshi was a competitor. She was here to spy on the enemy.

Yu Qingshi glanced at her and tightened her little schoolbag tightly, afraid that she would take out something weird again, absent-mindedly said: "It's almost... by the way, my father is not at home, I am very busy recently."

Why do you tell her about this?

Jiang Xiaoman scratched his head and thought about it. According to his usual life experience, he felt that Yu Qingshi might be lonely. After all, grandma has to entrust her to the grandma next door if she is not at home because of something.

So Jiang Xiaoman issued a friendly invitation: "Then you want to come to my house for dinner?"

"...No, thank you." Yu Qingshi quickly explained: "I mean, your uncle is also very busy, I don't know when they will come back."

Yes, it took a long time for Uncle to go home.

Jiang Xiaoman sniffed, a little to cry.

She is always like this, tears fall away.

After bidding farewell to Yu Qingshi, Jiang Xiaoman and his grandmother went home.

Uncle is still not at home today, and the two are a bit lonely.

The city is always quiet, Jiang Xiaoman discovered that she still misses the days in town very occasionally.

"Xiaoman, do you have any homework to do?" Jiang Xiumei asked after dinner.

Jiang Xiaoman has been diligent recently. When he gets home, he writes and draws, saying he wants to learn English letters. Not today, Jiang Xiumei is very curious.

"Yes, we need to make a flower basket." Jiang Xiaoman said, "It should be done soon."

Jiang Xiumei looked at her and wanted to help her, but Jiang Xiaoman refused and had to do it herself.

After painstakingly cutting the plastic bottle into long strips, Jiang Xiaoman began to make small paper flowers again, and then string them on again.

Finally done.

She made this by herself. Although the length of the plastic bottle varies in thickness and the paper flowers are not very regular, Jiang Xiaoman is more satisfied as he looks at it, and becomes more cute as he looks at it. It is really a beautiful little flower basket.

She feels that if you take this to kindergarten tomorrow, you will definitely get full marks!

Jiang Xiaoman took the flower basket with great care and went to kindergarten.

She felt that other children would only cry, and she must not have done so fast or so well. After she waited for the other children to take it out, she would be the last one to show up, and Teacher Yang would definitely shine.

As a result, waiting and waiting...

The kid on the left took out a hand-woven real flower basket. The palm size is very delicate.

The kid on the right took out a paper flower basket. The paper flowers are neatly folded, colorful and very beautiful.

The kid in front...

Even the flower basket Zhang Xinhua took out was filled with many candies and chocolates for decoration! It's cute at first sight! delicious! !

Oh oh oh! !

Jiang Xiaoman stared blankly, watching, and suddenly reacted, only her was the simplest, the ugliest, and the ugliest.

It's awkward, it's not pretty at all, the color is not pretty, and the shape is not pretty!

Why don't other children follow what the teacher said!

Why are their flower baskets so beautiful! !

Jiang Xiaoman almost burst into tears.

Teacher Yang finished collecting other people's flower baskets, and finally it was Jiang Xiaoman's turn.

"Xiaoman, where's your homework?"

Jiang Xiaoman squashed his mouth, squeezed the flower basket with trembling hands, hesitated and then hesitated, he could only cry, "I'm sorry, Teacher Yang, I didn't bring it today, can I not hand it in?"

Oh, she is really ugly! ! !

Teacher Yang smiled and said, "Of course, but Xiaoman must remember it next time."

"it is good."

Jiang Xiaoman died of sadness.

Why do other children have such skillful hands, so powerful?

She was struggling to make this ugly flower basket! !

When get out of class was over, Jiang Xiaoman was fainted, lying on the desk, motionless, his usual lively appearance was completely different.

Yu Qingshi, who was usually silent, was almost exactly the same.

She didn't go to talk to Yu Qingshi, but Yu Qingshi was a little uncomfortable and came to her actively.

Standing in front of her desk, Yu Qingshi hesitated a few times and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"woo woo woo woo."

"why are you crying?"

"Uuuuuuuuuu!!!"

"..."

Yu Qingshi thought for a while, contacted the matter just now, and said, "Is your flower basket made by yourself? Me too."

"Huh?" Jiang Xiaoman cried.

Yu Qingshi added: "Other children have their parents to help."

That's why it's so beautiful and beautiful.

Stupid Jiang Xiaoman doesn't understand this. At first glance, that kind of handwork is not something that children in the third class can do. Do you want to cry?

Childishness is dead.

Jiang Xiaoman wiped away his tears, sobbed and asked, "Can you still ask parents to help with the manual class?"

"...Sure." Yu Qingshi said very guilty.

He doesn't understand either. He did it all by himself.

Because his father is very busy and he doesn't have a mother, he can only do it himself.

Although it was ugly every time, the teacher always gave him the first place.

Maybe the adult's aesthetic is so strange, don't want to look good, just ugly.

If Jiang Xiaoman handed it in just now, maybe he could get the little red flower. But she was so stinky, she wouldn't be willing to hand in homework because she was not as pretty as others.

Jiang Xiaoman sniffed, stopped crying, and finally realized that he knew where he was losing.

Grandma also said to help last night, but Jiang Xiaoman refused. It turns out that you need the help of adults! She remembered it!

Jiang Xiaoman pointed to the next crafting class to find his first smart kid's place.

It's just that the handicraft class has changed again, this time I don't make flower baskets, I need to make clay figurines.

After returning home, Jiang Xiaoman asked eagerly: "Grandma, can you pinch a clay figure?"

"Do you still teach people to play mud in kindergarten?"

"It's not playing mud, it's making clay figurines, or... making clay figurines!"

Jiang Xiumei doesn't like children playing with mud, because the clothes are difficult to wash, and Jiang Xiaoman is usually asked not to go to dirty and smelly places, so Jiang Xiaoman's mud is not good.

"No, your uncle will." Jiang Xiumei said: "He grew up playing in mud."

"Oh--"

Jiang Xiaoman thoughtfully.

It was just distressed soon, because uncle was not at home and went back to town.

How can I help her with crafting lessons?

Jiang Xiaoman took two cents and went to the small shop to make a call.

The home in the city didn't have a landline phone, and they struggled to contact Jiang Xing.

"Uncle." Jiang Xiaoman held the microphone and asked him: "When will you come back to help me with the manual homework?"

"What?" Jiang Xing was very noisy in the mine, and his voice was a bit unintelligible.

"I said—when will you come back and help me make clay figurines!!"

"I don't know how to make clay figurines!"

"But grandma said you grew up playing with mud." Jiang Xiao's mouth was flat and his heart was empty.

Uncle is so busy that she cannot be with her. She is so sad.

"Other children have parents to help with manual homework, I don't have one." Jiang Xiaoman said with a cry of voice, "Hey, but forget it, uncle, keep busy, I can do it alone."

Listening to the child's cry, Jiang Xing's conscience couldn't make it through.

He also didn't want to be away from home every day, nor did he want to go back to town at this time.

But the father and son Hong Xingguo came over to make some trouble, and the team asked him to come back to deal with it. He could only come back.

"Xiaoman, when do you hand in your manual work?"

"Tomorrow."

"Oh, then I'll go back tomorrow."

Uncle is so stupid, it will be too late tomorrow. Could she still squeeze a handful of mud before going to kindergarten?

As soon as he wanted to refuse, Jiang Xing said, "I will bring you a ready-made one. You can take the first place if you keep it."

Take first?

Wow, wow!

Jiang Xiaoman was happy again, patted his hands, and said he was waiting for his uncle to come back.

After finishing talking about the two cents, Jiang Xiaoman hung up the phone.

She couldn't pinch herself, but she could wait for her uncle to pinch someone. She began to look forward to what kind of surprises her uncle would bring to her tomorrow.

The next day, Jiang Xing woke up early and rushed back from town to send his children to school.

Sure enough, he brought a clay figure back, and covered it with a red cloth, which was exactly the size of Jiang Xiaoman.

Jiang Xiaoman tried to hug, but couldn't move.

"what is this?"

"Secret." Jiang Xing said with a smile: "You'll know in a while, this time you will definitely get the first place. I promise, there is no such beautiful thing in the city. This is our baby, I brought you all. ."

Just a baby, Jiang Xiaoman nodded, let Jiang Xing lead a clay figure into the classroom, and then lifted the red cloth.

Huh!

Good guys!

Covered under the red cloth is a majestic, fierce stone lion!

"Wow!!"

"Wow!!"

"Wow!!"

"!!!"

The children were shocked, Yu Qingshi was shocked, Teacher Yang was shocked, and Jiang Xiaoman was also shocked.