Oh no, there's a big move. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Although Info Zhongfeng Middle School is also famous, it is not a century-old school after all, and those weathered historical buildings have long been turned into mud. The old building must be demolished when the new building is built, so the school has always been half-new. Now, for the sake of the brilliance of the appearance, it is possible to destroy everything that is unsightly, let alone those crooked neck trees?

I ran so fast that I almost jumped straight from the stairs. Originally, with my temperament, I would never care about these idle things, but I always felt that I owed too much to Gu Yue, and I had to do something.

Along the way, there are dead leaves and dead branches. Needless to say, weeds are almost uprooted. The pruning of the trees also seems to be deliberate, some are cut off at the waist, but more often are cut off the strips of paper. Some of the branches of some trees are really in the way, and they suddenly reach out to the road, and I really suffered a few times when I first came, and who knew that there would be branches in the way? But then again, the branches are certainly not so long in a year or two, and this can be regarded as a miracle of the final wind.

The other trees didn't get in the way, but the leaves were bald and the trunks were kicked crooked. It's good, I don't know how many students' faces I have to slap a day, but I can still live well. Looking at the broken arm of the old tree, I feel quite uncomfortable, I have a long memory, just waiting for others to bump into it to watch a good show, and it will be disabled if I don't think about a class.

If it is well trimmed, this tree may not become a landscape, and with the allusion of the branches, it may still be famous in history. Unfortunately, it is no different from an ordinary tree today.

The trees on the trail were cut down even more, but I just glanced at it and found nothing. The path is difficult, so it's good to tidy it up so as not to trip and avoid a swarm of snakes and rats. Barely being able to count on it is a good thing.

I wondered what my position was, and it wasn't my turn to intervene in the school's construction plan, especially since there was nothing wrong with such a renovation. Whether or not I can stop the deforestation of schools, I have to have a reasonable, convincing reason. The school is not my own school, and the workers are just construction workers, so it is really appropriate for me to smash other people's jobs for an illusory reason?

The crooked neck tree has been seen, the worker with the chainsaw has been seen, and maybe the next moment the chainsaw will fall. What should I do?

"Stop. I shouted.

It turned out that the answer didn't need to be thought about much, and while I was still struggling, the words had already been shouted. Only a true gentleman will be consistent, and I am just a layman.

The workers are no longer young, and in fact only those middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties will work tirelessly to do such work. I don't mean to belittle them, but only they have enough strength and enough patience. His hands trembled, and he barely caught the chainsaw.

The pressure of life bent his back, and the scorching sun and frost made him even more haggard, and he felt like he was in his seventies and eighties just by looking at his face. But I'm sure he's only forty or fifty years old, and that the intensity of labor makes people age very quickly, as their generation has been.

Zhongfeng is only a county, but the south and north are blended together, and the dialect is very complicated. He had a strong accent, and I was sure he was a local, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. But Yu's dialect is a bit of a characteristic, and he should be able to understand me.

Neither Dream nor Xiaoqiu are locals, but they speak more dialect than I do. Needless to say, Xiaoqiu, you must know the dialects of the six provinces in the north and the north of the river. As for the nightmare, that's the magic of supernatural powers. I never thought I, a local, couldn't understand the dialect.

The communication between the two of us is almost like a chicken and a duck. I didn't understand what he said, and even later I wasn't sure if he could understand me. I was in a hurry, and I said all kinds of nonsense. From the government's protection of rare and ancient trees to the refusal of schools to engage in destructive construction.

It's a pity that he's just a worker, I'm just a student, and we can't help ourselves. You can't grab a chainsaw, and if you bump into it, it's not fun.

My mouth was dry, and I couldn't stop him, an ordinary old tree pruner.

Standing aside with reluctance, the chainsaw had already begun to rumble. Sawed horizontally, the sawtooth was almost touching the bark. Such a high technology to deal with primitive and natural life, perhaps in ten minutes or less, a hundred years of creation will fall powerlessly.

The rumbling sound turned into a coughing sound, as if an asthma offender, the chainsaw whined wildly, struggled for a while and then stopped moving. Fortunately, the chainsaw broke down at this time, and the workers looked over and over again, trying to repair it, but the saw did not respond at all.

In desperation, he left. Maybe the tree would be saved, or maybe he would just go and change the saw. If it really turns out to be my wish, there may be other workers who will come and see the tree sawed off, but then his work will be affected, and maybe he will have a lot less income.

I thought to myself, the tree in front of me was dancing lightly in the wind, the twisted trunk was not thick, and the remaining leaves were not even pretty, but after all, it was a little weak willow to support the wind. Whose calamity should this felling catastrophe be? Tree, Gu Yue, or me?

"Who's here, come out!" I shouted. Fortunately, there are no pedestrians now, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a response, so I continued: "No need to hide, I know someone is here. There are no such thing as coincidences in this world, and I don't believe that chainsaws break for no reason, so badly as they get. Someone must have done it. I don't know which senior brother it is, senior sister, can you show up and see it?"

The surroundings were quiet, except for a few strange noises coming from the teaching building, even the sound of the wind retreated. Is it because you don't want to meet me, or is it just a coincidence? I can't find an answer, I just feel like a circus clown.

A lot of times, there's a lot that has to be done, and it's not all supernatural powers. Just saving a tree, I'm already emaciated. Maybe for a lot of people, it's not that hard, but I don't even have that talent. What would he do if it was a frightening dream? What would he do if it was Xiaoqiu?

Maybe for them, it's just a trivial thing. But for ordinary people, many small things are powerless. For example, a tree in a flower bed, such as the garbage piled up in the community, and then for example, the noise of construction on the construction site.

It's really not easy to do a small thing well. In the school, one acre and three points of land, any school leader can do it with a speech. It's a pity that I can't do anything, so I can only use all kinds of ways to beg, cheat, and make trouble. It's ridiculous to think about.

Money, power, and security are not supernatural powers?

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