Transmigrating To Become The Boss’s Little Fairy

After school in the afternoon, Ji Rang went to the bookstore and bought a bunch of desserts and pastry cooking recipes.

It's better to ask for oneself than to have one's life anyway. It's better to master this skill earlier and come up with a taste of this family without branches, which is more reliable than buying others.

Big guys are determined to get it.

After the monthly exam is National Day.

Of course, high school sophomores have to take vacations as usual, but Haiyi's practice is that high school seniors have to make up for other statutory holidays except for such a few winter and summer vacations.

The senior high school students did not expect it either. The head teachers of all classes notified the day before the holiday. In response to the national policy and call, the school organized a visit to the Martyrs Memorial Hall on October 1st and gathered at the school at 8am.

This time, the excitement of high school seniors is like a bargain. Although it is not as easy and free as a holiday, it is worse than making up lessons. Everyone takes this activity as an autumn tour.

In the early morning of the next day, high school seniors gathered at the school gate and took a bus to the Martyrs Memorial Hall. While in the car, the head teacher of each class sent a white chrysanthemum to each student.

The Martyrs Memorial Hall in Haicheng is built just below the Martyrs Cemetery. The entrance is a particularly large square with a huge martyr's monument engraved with the name of the martyr, which is added every year.

After arriving at the square, the students bowed and laid flowers in front of the monument one by one.

Ji Rang has been very worried about Qi Ying since yesterday, for she was stunned when she saw the real thing. However, she had nothing unusual yesterday after school. As soon as he got out of the car, he left the 9th team and squeezed forward to find Qi Ying.

She took a white chrysanthemum in her hand and stood next to Yue Li, her face was a little dull, her eyes seemed to be misty, and she could not see if it was sad.

Liu Qinghua was standing next to the team. He was not good enough to pass by, only watching her silently beside him.

When Qi Ying's turn came, she and a group of other students stepped forward, carefully placed the flowers on the steps, then bowed three times, and backed from the side to the back row.

When she saw Ji Rang, Meng was distracted, and a little bit of smile appeared in her eyes, and she looked forward secretly. Liu Qinghua didn't pay attention to this. She walked to Ji Ran two or three steps and asked him in a low voice: "How did you get here? Are you here? "

He took a strawberry candy from his pocket and passed it with a smile: "Would you like?"

She was a little happy. She took strawberry candy but did not eat it. She put it in her school uniform's pocket and said softly, "Eat later."

The team moved forward, and the teachers were maintaining order. Ji Ran couldn't stay here again, looking at her smiling eyes and whispering: "Wait for me at the entrance of the memorial hall for a while."

She nodded.

It will be an hour after all the students have given their flowers. The memorial hall is freely visited by the students. The teachers no longer need to organize it. They only explain that they should not run around, forbid loud noises, and respect the place where the heroes sleep.

When Ji Rong passed, Qi Ying obediently stood at the entrance waiting for him.

The two went in together, the hall was quiet and solemn, only the sound of footsteps and the low noise of the students. The venue displays the stories of the martyrs' pioneers in six different periods, from the Revolution of 1911 to reform and opening up and modernization. They used relief, text, pictures, and videos to record their lives.

Each of them gave their lives for the beliefs in their hearts, and then passed away.

Many people have appeared in history books, many of them are close to the birth and death years, such heroes are needed in every era, and each era is followed by others.

Qi Ying took it seriously.

In fact, many students couldn't bear such a boring visit, and just regarded it as a retrospective of history, remembering the activities of their predecessors, swept away, and quickly went to the front.

Only her, each line looked carefully, and fell to the end of the crowd.

Ji Ran has been with her.

There are other visitors in the venue. A pair of parents and a child stood in front of a row of showcases. As they passed by, Qi Ying heard the child milkily and said, "Uncle, I come to see you again. How are you recently? "

She snorted for a moment, and tears were already flowing when she reacted.

Ji Rang was so distressed that she pulled her hand over her palm and coaxed her in a low voice: "Ying Yingbei, don't cry, we won't watch if you are sad."

She lifted her head and looked at him blankly for a long time. She shook her head for a long time. She said, "I'm not sad." She wiped her tears with her back, and her voice was soft and thin: "I just thought that my father was like this. People care. "

Someone will visit him and offer his heart and flowers.

The staff of the memorial hall said that there are people here to worship every day. There is always a steady stream of flowers in front of the martyr monument and the tombstone in the cemetery. They have been sleeping forever, but they have never been alone.

...

After visiting the memorial hall, the school gave the students a half-day vacation in a very user-friendly manner, and then resumed normal classes the next day.

This is their last vacation before the winter vacation.

The countdown calendar in front of the blackboard will be torn off every day. With the lapse of time, the learning pressure is getting heavier. Everyone is holding a string. Before the college entrance examination, this string can only become tighter and tighter. Off.

However, the young people now are busy decompressing themselves. With the advent of Christmas, the classes do not know how to start the trend of weaving scarves.

Some people may say that this is the last Christmas of high school, and we will not knit a scarf for the person you secretly love, and there will be no chance in the future.

The yarn group in the canteen was swept away, and even bookstores near the school smelled business opportunities and started to buy yarn groups.

Yueli, who was clumsy and clumsy, did not want to be outdone, and was there to fight with the yarn every day after class. But she can't really learn, and still can't learn from studying every day.

Qi Ying wouldn't, seeing her embarrassing every day, she went to the back with Yu He to learn, and then came back to teach her.

Yue Li was stunned: "Why! Why did you learn it in only ten minutes ?! God is so unfair?"

Qi Ying laughed: "I know some embroidery, so it's easier to learn."

Yue Li cried, "Why do you know anything! I'm useless!"

However, with Qi Ying's hands-on instruction, she finally figured out the rules. Occasionally, the wrong needle Qi Ying was there to help her correct it. The scarf finally took shape.

Yue Lite was happy, and as soon as she was happy, she hoped that the younger sister would also be happy: "You also knit one for the big guy! I heard that there are high school freshmen who are going to knit scarves for him. You can't fall behind!"

Qi Ying didn't know why he was a little shy, and whispered, "I embroidered something else for him."

Yue Li was curious: "What? Gloves? Socks? Sweaters?"

Qi Ying didn't tell her.

She didn't bring it to school, she only secretly embroidered in her room every day.

Her embroiderer took care of her uncle and taught her while in General's Mansion. She doesn't embroider too much, the first item she embroidered was a sachet.

In fact, I now think that the sachet of the sachet is really clumsy. When there is a furry thread on the embroidery, which can be given to the general, he is not disgusted, so he hangs it on his waist and never hides it.

Later, he was ordered to go on the expedition and accidentally lost his sachet. Qi Ying promised to embroider him one more time, and then he worked hard as an embroiderer. He planned to embroider an awesome one this time, but the general had died before she could do it.

After coming here, she never took the needle and thread again, her skills were a bit rusty, she often pinched her fingers, but the general skills were not forgotten, and she was so stumbling. When Christmas came, she embroidered another as before Poor sachets come out.

It's so annoying.

Don't want to send it anymore.

On Christmas Day, Ji Rong waited for the scarf.

Just kidding, I heard that year-round girls are knitting scarves. How could his little baby be an exception.

To this end, he wore a low-necked sweater this day, exposing his slender neck, which looked very cold, and needed the care of a scarf.

Early in the morning, greeting cards and gifts were flying all over the classrooms. The boys who received the scarves were arrogant and the girls who gave their hearts were secretly rejoicing.

Ji Rang waited all morning and felt that his neck was a little cold.

After school at noon, he went to the second class to find Qi Ying. Immediately after, I saw her walking down with Yue Li, Yue Li holding a pink gift bag in her arms, sneaking like a thief.

When he saw him, Qi Ying only recruited him and whispered, "I'll accompany Lili to present gifts. You go to eat yourself."

Ji Rang: "..."

Yue Li's scarf was knitted to Shen Yue.

While everyone was going to eat at noon, the sports office was empty, and the two quietly touched them in. Yue Li put the gift bag with the scarf on Shen Yue's desk, and felt that her heart was almost out.

After she finished, she pulled Qi Ying and turned around, for fear of being bumped into.

When he was far away, he gasped and asked, "Yingying, do you think he will wear it?"

Qi Ying was not sure, but she didn't want her friend to be sad and comforted her: "It's so cold, he will definitely."

Yue Li was a little nervous and a little excited. She began to poke in anticipation that the scarf she knitted would appear on Shen Yue's body. When I was out of school in the afternoon, I ran to the sports classroom to go around.

Shen Yue stood at the door talking to a teacher, and his neck was empty.

Yue Li was so sad that she cried. She ran back to the classroom and sat down. She didn't want to eat dinner.

When studying late at night, a small snow suddenly fell from the sky. I only heard the student by the window shouting excitedly, "It's snowing," and the whole classroom was turbulent, and all went to the window to see the snow.

Early snow this year.

Qi Ying was also very happy and ran with her classmates after class. The first snowfall of this year was earlier than last year, and it happened to be Christmas again, everyone was very happy.

Holding snow in both hands in the snow, his wrist was suddenly dragged. Qi Ying had not responded yet. He had been dragged by the aggressive boy to the wall behind the flowerbed and pressed against the wall.

The gangster's eyes were fierce, as if to kill: "Where's Lao Tzu's scarf!"

Qi Ying: "..."

No wonder he looks weird today. It was because of this.

Qi Ying suddenly felt a little bit wanting to laugh, how could this person be like a child.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "I didn't weave."

Even though he had already guessed this result, the big brother still felt heartbroken. He poke her finger on her little head, speechless with anger: "You ..."

Then she saw the little girl lower her head and pulled out something from the down jacket pocket of the school uniform, and handed it a bit embarrassed: "I embroidered this for you."

Ji Rang stunned, looking at the ... in her hands ... like a sachet?

As the so-called mountains and rivers have no doubt, there is no way out. Liu Yanhuaming yet another village, the big brother was a little dazed by this huge turn.

If you remember correctly, sachets used to mean lovers, right?

The sachet was small and cute, and in the dark snow, a light fragrance came out. His throat tightened, and he whispered, "It's your embroidery?"

Qi Ying was a little embarrassed: "Well ... not very good-looking, don't be disgusted."

Ji Rang grabbed over: "Don't hate it."

How could he be disgusted! Others weave scarves, she embroidered sachets, his little baby was so different and extremely cute!

He held the sachet and looked around and smelled it. He was calm and calm at ordinary times. At this moment, his brows couldn't hide the smile, as if he had received some precious treasure.

Qi Ying felt sweet inside.

After the last evening of self-study, the snow had already fallen.

Ji Rang usually took her to the bus station, but tonight took her to the place where he stopped the motorcycle and took an embroidered bag out of the trunk.

This one is relatively dark, buses don't go here, and students don't come here. Ji Rang handed the bag to her and said with a smile, "Open it."

Qi Ying blinked, and whispered, "Is it for me?"

He raised an eyebrow: "Otherwise?"

She is a little happy.

Although I know it is a Christmas gift, but it snowed today, it can be considered as a first snow gift.

She finally received the first snow gift he gave her.

The bag looks like a piece of clothing.

Qi Ying curiously took out the clothes inside.

Red rolled out before her eyes.

It was a big red cloak, almost the same as the one she wore.

At that time, she wore this red cloak and waited for him to return home for the Chinese New Year, but waited for his death. She didn't know until now whether he would like the way she wore the red cape.

The boy in front of him smiled softly.

Qi Ying wanted to cry a little, she lowered her eyes and asked softly, "Why give me this?"

Ji Rang reached out and took the cloak and put it on her. "I don't know." He said, "Seeing this, I think it should be yours."

He put a hat with white fur on her head, tilted her head to admire it, and laughed: "It's so beautiful."

The author has something to say: 第二 The second change around 6 pm~!

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