Back in the classroom, Yan Yan put the schoolbag into the desk box.

She thought for a moment, unzipped her bag again, pulled out a picture book from it, and looked at it silently.

On picture books, there are not only pictures, but also characters with pinyin.

She likes to look at pictures, and sometimes she also silently pinyin and look at words.

The former stems from hobbies, the latter from curiosity.

In the middle of my obsession, the class bell rang.

Soon, the homeroom teacher, Mr. Wang, walked in.

Unsurprisingly, she checked the homework of her classmates one by one.

In this lesson, Mr. Wang took us to review the pinyin alphabet and its tones that we had learned earlier.

In class, the teacher asked us to read aloud the alphabet and its tones.

Throughout the class, our passionate voices were wafting.

After class, most of the students in the class went to the playground to play, and the rest of the class stayed quietly in the classroom.

Not surprisingly, Yan Yan belongs to that small group of people.

Yan Yan, who was sitting quietly in the classroom, seemed to be still in the strong reading atmosphere just now, and did not ease up.

It wasn't until someone tapped her on the shoulder that she came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"Here, Yan Yan."

Yan Yan looked sideways and saw that it was Wang Lan, a classmate at the table next to her, who handed her two candies.

Wang Lan is a very cute little girl.

The little girl has big eyes, a small nose, and a small mouth like a cherry. The face is round, white and red.

She often wears two balls on her head and wears a beautiful little dress.

Some classmates in the class gossiped that she was from the city and her family was very rich.

But the rhetoric doesn't stop there.

Why?

Because she hardly chats with everyone, let alone makes games with everyone!

It feels very 'cold'.

Even Li Zhigang sighed, "Hey, there's another 'Yan Yan' in the class."

"Look at what! Take it, Yan Yan. ”

"Thank you, thank you, Wang Lan."

"It's fine!"

Yan Yan was still stunned, so Wang Lan forcefully stuffed the two candies into Yan Yan's hands, and turned to take out a picture book from the schoolbag placed in the table box as if nothing had happened, and read it carefully.

Wang Lan was flipping through the books, staring inexplicably at the silver bell bracelet on her thin white wrist.

That was the first time Yan Yan felt that candy would also be 'hot'.

In the second class, Mr. Wang began to teach everyone how to write pinyin correctly in the pinyin book.

She drew a few horizontal lines with chalk in the upper left corner of the black version, and then used yinyue as an example to explain how to write pinyin one by one.

The third class is physical education.

Naturally, the class was also taught by Mr. Wang.

I don't know what other kindergartens are like, but in our Baiwang kindergarten, each class teacher wears many hats.

Whether it is Chinese, mathematics, or others, the homeroom teacher is the mainstream!

Well, of course, there are cases where the class teacher changes classes! It's just a minority.

Generally, when that situation occurs, it is basically because the head teacher of the class has something to do and can't come. Ask another teacher to substitute for you.

After school in the morning, it is always the fastest for Yan Yan.

She casually packed her school bag, held it in her arms, and walked out of the classroom with her classmates who were about to go home.

Walk out of the school and onto the crowded street.

She looked left and right, waited left and right, and did not see her sister for a long time.

In the next second, Yan Yan had an epiphany.

Oh, so my sister hasn't gotten out of school yet!

Yan Yan decided to go to her sister Yan Feng's school and wait for the rabbit.

From Baiwang Kindergarten to Baiwang Primary School where Yan Feng is located, there are two roads. One is the Baizidao Avenue that is a little farther away, and you must pass through the big stone bridge (bridge). One is the Baizi Road trail that is a little closer, and you must pass through the small stone bridge (small bridge).

Yan Yanxuan is naturally the latter.

She took out the schoolbag in her arms, threw it on her back, and carried it. Then he walked unhurriedly towards the Baizi Road trail leading to the elementary school.

It's noon, and every house is surrounded by the enticing smell of food, especially on the streets.

Although there is no market today, there are still some vendors who are tirelessly setting up stalls.

Uncle Mao is one of them.

Uncle Mao, in fact, is not surnamed Mao, but surnamed Liang.

Mao is Yan Yan's own surname for An. Even if she heard his real name later, she didn't think to change it. It's just like that.

Anyway, no one can hear her!

Uncle Mao is a middle-aged uncle. He is tall and big, fat but not fat, and is a real muscular body.

What he does is to buy and sell chickens, ducks, geese and other hairy animals.

Well, in simple terms, shaving. Occasionally, the entrails are cleaned up.

He always set up a stall on the path next to the bridge, under the willow trees.

Every time he came, he would set up a large iron pot and light a bunch of wood. Then boil a pot of black lacquer and black things, where waiting for customers to come to the door.

Later, perhaps because he wanted to do more business, he began to sell some chickens, ducks and geese one after another.

Facts have proved that he is still full of business acumen, and business is not generally good.

It is located in the township, adjacent to most of the rural areas. Naturally, so are people.

Nowadays, most young people go out to work, leaving some old and weak women and children at home. When some elderly people have bad eyes, they have more than enough energy to shave chickens and ducks, so they will spend some money to clean up on the street.

Now he takes care of selling chickens and ducks, etc., which makes people feel like they kill two birds with one stone. Think about it, if we buy a chicken from him, if we don't want to trouble, we can let him kill and slaughter and clean up. Wouldn't it save time and effort?

The day in February is strange or strange.

One moment cold, one moment warm. There is quite a kind of Xinjiang 'wearing cotton in the morning, yarn in the afternoon, and eating watermelon around the stove at night'.

Yan Yan let go of his right hand holding the strap of his schoolbag, and stroked the heavy bangs in front of his forehead, feeling a thin layer of sweat overflowing from his forehead.

She couldn't help but look towards the river under the small bridge.

In sight, it is the reflection of a shadowy villain. The villain couldn't see her face clearly, but the flower cotton jacket she was wearing was clearly reflected.

She was fascinated when she heard a shout.

"Little girl, come here! Don't stand there! Dangerous! ”

"Huh?"

She looked up in confusion and looked at the source of the voice that had been so badly beaten.

It turned out to be an old man in a felt hat calling her.

When the old man saw that she hadn't left the bridge, he made a gesture to pull her.

Yan Yan reacted at this time, in order to be able to see the underwater shadow more clearly, she climbed the iron railing on the bridge and looked down.

The small bridge was built many years ago, and both the bridge and the guardrail are no longer as safe and firm as they were back then.

The other is the guardrail of the small bridge, which was built for the larger ones.

The guardrails are surrounded by iron railings, and the gap between them can make a child of Yan Yan's size easily fall into the river.

Small bridges are not as big as large bridges, but they connect to a river.

The river is as fast, as fast, as fast, and even as unfathomable.

She hurriedly ran in the direction of the old man.

"Slow down, no, no, slow down! Don't fall! ”

"Uh-huh."

"That's right! A good boy is to be obedient! ”

"Yes, Grandpa."

Coming to the other side of the bridge, Yan Yan, who was on the right path of Baizi Road, responded shyly to the old man who was setting up a stall on the roadside.

The old man looked at her very politely, and rewarded her with a maltose.

That's right, the old man sells maltose.

At this time, the schools on the side of the elementary school have not yet ended, and the old man is waiting for the students to earn money when they get out of school.

The old man is a resident of the neighborhood and his family is quite well-off. Now that the child is older, he is also older. If you want to have nothing to do, you will take out your old little craft and show off.

His intention was to pass the time, but when he saw a child playing on the bridge, he stepped forward to stop him.

It can be seen that I also like and care about these children.

Now there is no one to sell, and when I meet a cute baby, I feel that I have an eye, so I will inevitably give some candy.

Kids, don't they all like these sweet gadgets!

Yan Yan took it shyly, thanked him, and then held the maltose twisted from a wooden stick and walked in the direction of the elementary school.

No way, I'm a child. There's really no way to refuse! Well, candy.

Slowly coming to the gate of the primary school, Yan Yan found that she was not the only one waiting.

There are many people like her, waiting for the people they care about.

After a moment of boredom, the bell for the end of elementary school was ushered in.

Yan Yan heard a melodious bell ringing, and knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

"Sister. I am here! ”

"It's here! Hey, look over here. Sister. ”

"How did you go? Sister? ”

"Sister? How did you get to the flower bed? ”

"Well, there's a lot of people here! I can't squeeze in! There are few people over there. ”

Yan Feng suddenly turned around, very surprised by Yan Yan's behavior of coming to her. You must know that Yan Yan usually waits for her at her own school. I've never been more eager.

Yan Yan was very happy that her sister was finally out of school.

"Sister, give, give it to you."

Yan Yan put the things in his hand in front of Yan Feng like a treasure.

"Huh, maltose?"

"Uh-huh, sister. Isn't this quite similar to the silk candy that the second brother burned for us? ”

"Well, it's quite like. You eat it. ”

Yan Feng looked surprised. didn't ask Yan Yan where he came from, and he didn't stretch out his hand to pick it up.

"Sister, you eat! I just ate it. ”

The smile on Yan Yan's face became even brighter.

She couldn't help but stuff it into her sister Yan Feng's hand.

"Ah, I don't ...... this"

Yan Feng was about to say that she didn't want to eat, but was interrupted by a coquettish voice.

"Sister Xiaofeng, Yan Yan."

Hearing the familiar voice, Yan Yan had a smile on his face and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

She's waiting for him too?

It's really a narrow road!

"Well, it's Sister Shuanglan. I'm waiting for my brother. ”

"yes, it's not too early for our school. Idle is idle anyway. And it's so boring to go back alone."

"Well, too. By the way, this maltose is for you to eat. I guess you should like to eat. ”

"Sister, that's what I left for you to eat ......."

"What? Sister. ”

"It's fine!"

Yan Yan's remaining words did not confide because she didn't want to go against her sister's will.

As long as her sister is willing, even if it is something she wants to eat, she can give it up to her and the people she hates.