How to raise the president

An Ziyu's eyes were red. He couldn't find any words to describe his current mood. He could only say that he had mixed feelings.

"Grandma, we'll take you to the hospital." This was the only thing An Ziyu could think of, and it was also what he could and needed to do at the moment.

Grandma pursed her lips, tried her best to pull out a smile on her old face, looked at An Ziyu and nodded, and shed two lines of tears.

……

According to Ying Shuang's mother's words, Fang Youyi went to the local factory to find the truck with the damaged front shell, and put together the light shells that Fu Ming had put together.

It's exactly the same!

And that video, although the picture quality is not very clear, but I can still see the appearance of the truck, of course, the most important thing is the license plate number.

Pretty much the same.

Fang Youyi sneered twice, and sent everything to Jiang Fei on WeChat, as well as Ying Dalei's serious behavior of absconding in fear of crime.

After a while, Jiang Fei called, saying that the local police station had seen the evidence, the case was established, and a warrant was officially issued.

Under the leadership of Jiang Fei, the deputy director of the Shanghua City Police Department, the local police station went all out to search for Ying Dalei.

At the same time, An Ziyu also resumed his normal teaching life of going to the countryside three times, just as happy and beautiful as he had longed for.

Looking at the immature and innocent faces under the podium, and the pair of extremely clean eyes eager for knowledge, An Ziyu felt indescribably satisfied, and felt that the burden on his shoulders was a little heavier.

However, although the burden is heavy, it is better than joy.

An Ziyu stepped down from the podium and looked around for the English words written by the students.

Girls are mostly neat, with small fonts, and boys are slightly scribbled, with large fonts.

But it can be seen that they are all working hard and spelling every word with great care.

Seeing him approaching, the little girl picked up her homework book, placed it in front of An Ziyu, and said with a sweet smile, "Teacher An An, what do you think of my writing?"

An Ziyu smiled joyfully, walked up to the little girl, looked at it, and nodded again: "The writing is beautiful, awesome."

"Hee hee~" the little girl smiled, blushing on her face, "Thank you, Teacher An An."

An Ziyu smiled and reached out to rub the little girl's smiling head: "Keep going."

"Uh-huh!"

Walking around in a circle, An Ziyu felt that there seemed to be something wrong, but there seemed to be nothing wrong.

strange.

An Ziyu looked around at every student under the seat again, his eyes suddenly went blank.

He stared blankly at the empty seat in the corner, it was the seat where Ying Shen had been sitting, and now it was empty, no one was sitting there.

An Ziyu couldn't help feeling a little lost in his heart, he thought, where did Ying Shen go?Still don't want to take his class?

An Ziyu walked up to the podium, just as he was about to ask where Ying Shen was going, a male student suddenly barged in.

I saw the male student was sweating profusely, his breathing was very hasty, and he was out of breath. He supported the wall, raised his head to look at An Ziyu, and asked An Ziyu for help in a desperate and helpless voice: "Teacher An An, Ying Shen, Ying Shen fell off the cliff!"

The moment the words fell, An Ziyu's heart suddenly "thumped", and then it seemed that it stopped beating.

The male classmate said that he and Ying Shen didn't want to attend his class, so they skipped it.

They fled to the mountains to play, climb trees, dig out bird nests and so on, but they just didn't want to go back.

When he was about to go to the edge of the cliff to rest and enjoy the scenery, Ying Shen slipped his foot and fell off the cliff. Fortunately, there was a tree hanging on the cliff.

So he hurried back to ask for help.

An Ziyu rushed in front of the male student and looked at him in a panic: "Which cliff?"

The male student's eyes were already red, and his voice was crying: "It's near the school. Teacher An An, you, you go and save him..."

An Ziyu ran out of the classroom without saying anything, without taking anything.

An Ziyu rushed to the physical education room to get the rope for the tug-of-war. When he came out, he happened to see Ying Chen who was holding a basketball for the students in physical education class.

Ying Chen didn't speak, just squinted his eyes slightly to look at An Ziyu.

An Ziyu didn't want to talk to him, and didn't think too much about it. His face was sweating, but he still tried to calm down and said, "Ying Chen, Ying Shen is on the cliff near the school, hurry up and save him."

The whistle in Ying Chen's hand fell to the ground with a "click".

Ying Chen grabbed the rope from An Ziyu's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he ran towards the cliff near the school at a faster speed than An Ziyu.

An Ziyu originally wanted to go back and get his cell phone to notify Fang Youyi, but Fang Youyi was busy assisting Jiang Fei in catching Ying Dalei these days, so he didn't come to accompany him to class.

But after thinking about it, he felt that saving people is the most important thing, let's talk about it when we come back, so he went with Ying Chen.

……

An Ziyu and Ying Chen quickly ran to the cliff near the school, halfway there they heard Ying Shen yelling "Help", each sound became hoarse and helpless.

They walked gently to the edge of the cliff, leaned out halfway to look, and saw that Ying Shen really was hanging on the overgrown tree trunk on the cliff wall.

"Ying Shen?" Ying Chen called out.

Ying Shen raised his head, and when he saw someone coming, it was still his own brother, tears and snot came out all at once: "Brother! Help me! I'm so scared woo woo woo."

"Okay, you wait." Ying Chen took out the tug-of-war rope and threw it towards Ying Shen.

Ying Shenyan quickly grasped the tug-of-war rope, and tied the tug-of-war rope around his waist with trembling hands. After checking several times, he was sure it was tied tightly.

"Is it tight?" Ying Chen asked calmly.

Ying Shen checked the tug-of-war rope around his waist again, looked up at An Ziyu and Ying Chen's eyes, and nodded.

"Okay, brother will pull you up now." After speaking, Ying Chen began to pull the tug-of-war rope.

An Ziyu stepped forward to help, Ying Chen didn't push him away, the two of them worked together to pull Ying Shen up to the edge of the cliff bit by bit.

It's just that An Ziyu didn't expect that the little Douding Yingshen in the past was so heavy now that it would take two people to pull it up...

After pulling the person two or three meters away from the edge of the cliff, An Ziyu and Ying Chen let go of the rope, collapsed on the ground exhausted, and couldn't help breathing in the fresh air quickly.

Ying Shen's whole body went limp, and he crawled over tremblingly, before he could untie the rope around his waist.

Only Ying Shen said with tears in his eyes: "Brother, it's fortunate that you are here, otherwise I would die..."

Ying Chen glared at his extremely naughty younger brother, and said angrily: "There is a river below, if you fall, you won't die, at most you will drown."

Ying Shen stepped forward and blew about his heartless brother, puffed his cheeks and said, "Is it still a kiss?"

"Why don't you kiss me and save you? Is it your brother who watched you hanged on that tree?"

While talking, for some reason, the two brothers naturally quarreled.