sunflower

The competition was only a preliminary round. On the morning of the departure, the class was more than half empty, and nearly 40 people left on the school bus with their schoolbags on their backs.Lu Tian also left, and Jiang Xing felt extremely lonely, so he moved to Bai Yu's side in the second class in the morning.Because most of the students were absent, the teachers did not teach new lessons, but only assigned homework.

Bai Yu's grades are not bad, and with his "hard work", being among the top [-] in the class is already very enviable.

He was squatting on the chair and drawing in a weird posture. Jiang Xing was flipping through a book of poems in his hand, but he couldn't read it anymore. He turned his head and asked, "What university do you want to go to in the future?"

With a pen in her mouth, Bai Yu said inarticulately, "Whatever, anyway, there is no major I want to study anywhere."

"That's right, the performance art major...is just waiting for you to create it." Jiang Xing nodded seriously.Bai Yu curled her lips in disdain, "Once art is professionally regulated, it lacks artistry."

"...I don't think majors and art are in conflict..." Jiang Xing thought about it, and said, "Even majors should add points to art. Only by being professional can you surpass professional...Look at how realistic your paintings are, It should be considered professional, right?"

"That's why it has no art at all." Bai Yu shrugged his nose, tore up the "physics teacher picking his nose" in the sketchbook with a look of contempt, and threw it into Lu Tian's drawer obliquely in front of him. , "If you have to talk about majors, then the professionalism of art lies in art, and art itself is free, borderless, and whatever you want. The so-called professionalism seems absurd."

He picked up a pen and drew a few random strokes on the paper, and drew a lifelike Pleurotus eryngii with two wings and an antenna, and it was flying towards a dark cave.

Jiang Xing's head suddenly exploded, and he slapped the table and jumped up, "What you call art is painting little yellow pictures!"

For a moment, many female compatriots and some male compatriots who stayed behind in the class looked over one after another. Jiang Xing felt so ashamed and blushed, he sat down embarrassingly.

At noon, Jiang Xing received a message from Fu Chengfeng. It turned out that Fu Xiaoying had a practice activity in junior high school, and she was going to the practice base at the port in the east of the city. It was probably similar to the meaning of summer camp and winter camp, but it was Wucheng Junior High School. The tradition will be carried out during the second semester of junior high school.

It's just that it's already the last day before the opening, and Fu Xiaoying didn't tell her brother about it until her homeroom teacher called Fu Chengfeng.

Jiang Xing sighed, and went to Fu Xiaoying's school with his wallet in his pocket after school in the afternoon.

He asked a few classmates to speak to no avail, so he stood outside and shouted: "Student Fu Xiaoying, please come out."

Fu Xiaoying didn't even raise her head.

The boys and girls in the class looked over one after another and guessed Jiang Xing's identity——

Zhao Qiancheng was full of resentment, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the eyes of his classmates were expressing a meaning - this one is much better than Zhao Qiancheng, this is the monitor's boyfriend...

So when Jiang Xing couldn't invite the man out and turned to calling him, he immediately strode forward with arrogance——

At this time, Fu Xiaoying slapped the pen on the table, pushed Zhao Qiancheng out of the way, and walked out with a cold expression, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Xing felt a bit apprehensive, and just wanted to say that your brother asked me to send you money, but he suddenly woke up in his mind, and suddenly realized what he was going to say, Fu Xiaoying would definitely throw the money under his feet, he coughed lightly After a short pause, he prepared an excuse, "Well - your brother went to participate in the competition, and I will not be here for the next two days. If you want to go back to live, don't worry about me. I have packed all the things and changed the sheets for you. It's gone."

"That's right. I haven't been able to sleep peacefully at home for more than a year. Finally, I have a chance. I'll go back tonight. I hope you really cleaned up your things."

She gritted her teeth for the last word "your". Although Jiang Xing was prepared to be ridiculed, but when he really heard Fu Xiaoying's words, he still felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart. He couldn't say much. It hurts, but it's really uncomfortable.

"Hey, don't worry." Jiang Xing replied in a low voice, "Then I'll go back to school first, but don't go back if you have evening self-study today. It's inconvenient to go back and forth. Go back on weekends."

He turned around and left. Fu Xiaoying's eyes darkened the moment he turned around, and she looked a little confused, her hands clenched into fists at some point.Zhao Qiancheng looked at her looking a little lost, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter with you? Did he make you unhappy?"

"How did you see it?"

Zhao Qiancheng rubbed his nose, "What you just said... well, it's nothing."

"Don't just say half a word."

"Well, it's weird what you said just now..."

"Why is it strange?"

"Oh, don't ask me, I'll stand by you anyway..."

Fu Xiaoying interrupted him, "Is it so mean and hurtful? It must be hard to hear that?"

Zhao Qiancheng muttered, "I didn't say that..."

Jiang Xing walked outside the school for a while, and then turned back to go to the head teacher of the first class of the second year of junior high school.

"Although this practice is a requirement of quality education, it can be regarded as a relaxation and adjustment for them, but for Xiaoying, it has other benefits. This child is relatively introverted. She should get along with her peers more."

"That's for sure. She actually saw her brother working hard and was reluctant to spend money. She probably felt that practice was for fun, so she didn't talk to her family. But the family fully supports these things, but I'm afraid If I give it to her myself, she will definitely not want it, so I will trouble you to accept it directly, and then you will say that the school gave her a reduction or exemption."

The head teacher sighed softly, "That kid is smart, I probably don't believe it."

"Then you say that the money can't be refunded at that time. It's a done deal. If she doesn't go, it will be a waste of money. She will definitely go."

"...Oh, yes, but you are hers..."

"Oh, I'm his brother's friend." Jiang Xing blushed slightly, and emphasized: "It's just a friend."

"...In this way, you have worked hard. It's not easy for her brother..."

In the afternoon, Jiang Xing didn't go back to school, but went back to Fu's house, and first said hello to Fu Qigang.

Fu Qigang put the bowls and chopsticks for lunch on the bedside, and Jiang Xing went to clean them up. Fu Qigang blew his beard and stared, and said angrily, "Didn't Chengcheng say you weren't coming? Why are you here again?"

Both of them were looking forward to leaving by themselves, Jiang Xing was so worried, he pretended not to hear and took the bowls and chopsticks away, and Fu Qigang scolded him twice behind his back.

Although the sheets were changed, "his" things were confiscated.He just pretended not to know about tomorrow's practical activities before telling Fu Xiaoying to go home and sleep. In fact, Fu Xiaoying will not come back tomorrow, but it's not guaranteed that she will really go home and sleep today.

He was slightly blocked in his heart, secretly scolded the heartless little girl twice, and slowly stuffed his exposed clothes and shoes into the chest.

However, before the clothes were packed, a crisp scream was heard outside, with the cry of a child, and then Xiao Bai yelled crazily.Jiang Xing hurriedly dropped the things in his hand and ran out. There was no one in the yard, but the well cover in front of Aunt Qiu's house was open, and there was a slight cry coming from there, and Xiao Bai was circling anxiously around the mouth of the well. Son.

Jiang Xing's heart suddenly turned cold, and he ran over to take a look, only to see Aunt Qiu's grandson, Little Putao, was struggling. Jiang Xing's mind went blank. While running, he shouted: "Uncle Zhang—Aunt Qiu—"

He quickly took off the loop of rope above the cabinet and sent it to the well, "Grape! Grape! Grab the rope, hold on to the rope with your hands, I'm Brother Jiang Xing, did you hear me?"

However, the child had almost no struggle at this moment, and slowly sank. Seeing that only his arms were left on top, Jiang Xing was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He took off his down jacket, sweater and shoes several times. With a pair of underpants on, he gestured to the depth of the well, then tied one end of the rope tightly to the doorknob of Aunt Qiu's house, and the other end around his waist, holding the rope to support the well wall, and slid down.

"Grape!"

The well wall was slippery, and Jiang Xing almost slipped to the bottom. When he touched the water surface, only a part of Little Putao's short and fat fingers was exposed on the water surface.The mouth of the well was narrow, so Jiang Xing leaned against the well wall as much as possible when entering the water, and at the moment when the little finger was about to disappear, Jiang Xing just caught it.

At that moment, the boulder fell to the ground in Jiang Xing's heart, and tears filled his eyes for a moment. He grabbed Xiao Putao's arm and pulled the child out of the water.He was stepping on the water, and with the weight of one more person, he sank in an instant. After choking on a few mouthfuls of water, he held on to the wall with one hand and managed to hold on for a while.

The well water was icy cold, piercing Jiang Xing's chest until he almost lost consciousness.Little Putao has not moved at this moment, her eyes are tightly closed, Jiang Xing knows, or go up as soon as possible...

He turned Little Putao over and let him lie on his shoulders, but Little Putao was completely unconscious and couldn't catch him by himself, so Jiang Xing had to hold him with one hand.The wall of the well was slippery, and there was almost no point of strength. Jiang Xing could only push the wall of the well from time to time to send himself up a little, so as to prevent his whole body from being submerged in the water.

"Is anyone there—" No one answered except Xiao Bai who was surrounded by the well.

He tried to support the wall of the well with his feet, but he couldn't support it at all.The rope was a little longer, and it floated loosely in the water. Jiang Xing couldn't help but shudder, then gritted his teeth, grabbed the rope with one hand, and wrapped it around his arm several times.At this time, the rope finally began to straighten. If the rope becomes shorter, there is hope. Jiang Xing hurriedly cheered up, straightened his arms, and tried his best to wrap the rope around his arms in circles, matching the movements of his feet, desperately shortening it. The length of the rope.

By the time most of his body was out of the water, his voice was already hoarse, and his arm was already swollen, swollen, and bruised from the ropes that were wrapped around it.He and the weight of Little Putao were almost connected to this arm. He looked up at the mouth of the well, and couldn't help but smile wryly.At least there is still a distance of four meters. If you just wait for someone to pull it up, let alone whether Xiao Putao can last until then, his arm will probably have to be separated from him.I have to hurry up and climb up by myself, but...

He really has no strength at all...