As June 1st approaches, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Especially at noon, the children are like baked rice cakes, lying on the table softly.

Outside the window, acacia flowers are in full bloom. The small white flowers exude a faint fragrance and waft into the children's noses. The children sniffed and pushed and pulled each other and ran out.

Acacia flowers smell good and are delicious.

A few skilled and daring boys jumped up the tree like monkeys. Holding on to the branches, they condescendingly said to the children looking up below, "Who wants it?" ”

"I want it!" "I want it too!" A pair of hands stretched out to the sky, one after the other higher than the height.

Clusters of acacia flowers flew down from a great height and fell into a pair of hands. There were also those that fell to the ground and were quickly picked up.

Let's talk and compare with each other, my string is the sweetest, and my string is the freshest.

Yang Moumou sneered in his heart, eat well, so that you can eat fast. She eats flowers faster than other children, firstly, because she is attentive, and secondly, she has her own unique way of eating flowers.

Other children pluck the flowers one by one, make a handful, and put them in their mouths to taste. Yang Moumou carried a few bunches of flowers neatly in his hand, opened his mouth wide, rolled it into his mouth along the veins, filled his mouth, and slowly aftertasted!

When the other children finally finished eating a bunch, Yang Moumou basically filled his stomach and swayed his body and prepared to leave.

The boys in the trees scrambled to yell at her, "Yang Moumou, do you want a few more strings?" "Eat mine, pick it from the top of the tree!"

When encountering such a powerful flower eater as Yang Moumou, the flower pickers are also particularly energetic, as if their labor has been affirmed. They dragged a handful of fresh and plump flowers in their hands and shouted hard.

"I can't eat it." Yang Moumou waved his hand and walked away without looking back.

Several boys fought. "It's all your fault, she could have eaten my handful of flowers!" "Fart, you're wilted, can you compare to mine?"

The children below stretched out their hands and shouted, "Give me me, I want to eat!" ”

"You have to eat it yourself, come up and pick it yourself!" The flower pickers are busy fighting!

These have nothing to do with Yang Moumou, she is now focused on dancing. As long as she has free time, she will practice, even in class, she will take advantage of the teacher's turn to make a gesture.

Several times, she was so engrossed in practicing her movements that she forgot that she was in class. The teacher turned, still swinging in her seat. The teacher stood on the podium and asked with a dark face, "Yang Moumou, do you have lice on your body?" ”

"Report to the teacher, there is no growth on the body," Yang Moumou replied seriously, "The head has grown." "She's been sweating profusely lately and hasn't had time to wash her hair, so the legions of lice have settled on her.

Haha, the class burst into laughter.

The teacher glared at Yang, only thinking that he was blind and too lazy to care about her.

Practicing dance is hard, but it is also fun. At noon that day, the children gathered and practiced spontaneously for more than an hour.

It was very hot, and everyone squatted on the ground and stuck out their tongues. A girl from a good family bought a pack of ice cream for everyone to eat. Everyone gathered around and reached out to take it.

Yang Moumou couldn't wait to peel it off, and opened his mouth to take a bite. The feeling of ice is so refreshing!

The girl who invited the ice cream suddenly said, "Let's take turns, please!" No matter how much money my family has, I can't ask you for nothing. ”

Everyone eats people and has soft mouths, and they all say yes, and take turns to please. They continued to swallow heavily.

Yang Moumou thought, can I give you back the ice cream? She pinched the ice cream stick and couldn't open her mouth.

The girl said, "Li Qiao doesn't need to have a treat, her parents are divorced." ”

Li Qiao was also selected to participate in dance rehearsals. She ate ice cream and didn't speak.

The ice cream in Yang's hand melted and dripped onto the back of her hand. Forget it, eat it first. Yang Moumou licked the back of his hand clean, and took a big bite as if he was ruthless. But her heart is strained, how can she ask her mother for money?

Yang Moumou has never had pocket money. Other children have three cents or five cents in their pockets, but she doesn't even have five cents! Five cents is only enough to buy a pack of the cheapest sour powder.

Sour powder is the kind of sweet and sour powder that comes with a spoon inside, and it is a very small pack. Children who are strapped for money love this snack. Gently tear open the package, take out the small spoon, scoop a small half scoop, tilt your head and pour it into your mouth, and let it slowly melt on the tip of your tongue. Eating and playing at the same time, a pack of sour powder can last for half a day.

is such a cheap and affordable sour powder, Yang Moumou has only eaten it once, and his grandmother bought it. Most of the time, she stays next to her classmates who have snacks in their hands, and Baba watches others eat.

The others turned their backs to her.

She turned to the people again.

"Yang Moumou, I want to eat and buy it myself!"

Yang Moumou blushed, "Who said I wanted to eat?" "Buy it yourself? To put it mildly, she has no pocket money. She also tried to reach out to her parents to ask for it, and the result can be imagined.

Ay...... Yang Moumou was eating ice cream, but he didn't feel the cold.

In the evening, after eating, she took the initiative to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and wiped an old wooden table that had been turned over to shine.

Dad took off his glasses and wiped them on the corners of his clothes, "Yang Moumou, you have nothing to do." "Dad is a Chinese teacher, and he always likes to show off his style from time to time. At such times, he usually suffers from different versions of his mother's white eyes, depending on the situation.

Sure enough, my mother's eyelids rolled up and gave my father a blank look. What does this white eye mean, are you sour or not?

The mother said, "The baby is diligent, do you have any opinions?" Recently, thanks to my extra effort to educate Yang Moumou, it seems that the effect is good. ”

Yang Moumou was stunned, what did her mother do to her? How did she not know? She thought about it carefully, could it be the influence of those two duck eggs? Regardless of this, Yang Moumou cleared his throat and was about to ask for money.

Mom chattered and continued, "Look at our family Yang Moumou, smart and hard-working, sensible and considerate." Other people's children ask their parents for this and that all day long, but our Yang Moumou will not. ”

I want to too! I want it, do you give it? Yang Moumou wiped the table harder, and he couldn't wait to wipe out a few cents from it. She didn't want much, just enough to invite someone back.

didn't ask for money, and she couldn't help but be a little dodgy when she practiced dancing, for fear that someone would mention the ice cream. Fortunately, none of the girls took the initiative to invite ice cream, and everyone seemed to have tacitly and pretended to forget about it. Although Yang Moumou felt embarrassed, the big stone in his heart also quietly landed.

Finally, the day of the show has arrived. She was painted red as she wished, with a red mole in the center of her forehead. She and the other girls looked at each other shyly, standing at the edge of the stage, holding hands and preparing to take their seats. Everyone's palms were wet.

It was their turn. Everyone rushed to the stage as if they were flying. The music starts and the dance begins.

Yang Moumou grinned while jumping. She looked at the audience from time to time, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and she was a little dizzy with happiness. She is the star of the stage, she is the brightest child! She danced and danced until the end of the dance, and she was still unsatisfied.

When she got off the stage, she was given a small handkerchief. Every kid who performs has it. She took a handkerchief and ran all the way to find her mother in the audience.

I don't know if it was squeezed or what, my mother's face looked a little deformed, because Yang Moumou had never seen my mother like this.

Mom's face was almost full of laughter, and both rows of teeth were exposed.

"Mom, am I the best jumper?" Yang was out of breath.

"You're the worst jumper." Mom smiled even more.

"Hmph, if you have the ability, you can also go on stage!" Yang Moumou put a handkerchief into his mother's hand. She was hot and wiped her sweat with her hands.

Mom reached out and wiped her sweat with a handkerchief. When he was done, he shoved the handkerchief back into her hand, and by the way, gave her five cents.