To Make He Yu Regret

In the painting exhibition of "My Friends", the child who gets the first place can get a certificate from the school.

When choosing the first place, the teachers encountered a problem.

"Which one do you think is better?"

They fell into contemplation at the two paintings that were released separately on the table.

A painting by Zhang Liu from Class 3, the painting is very serious, the lines are also very cute, two children playing at home.

The other one is from He Yu from Class 1.

The color of the painting is strong, and the first thing that catches the eye is a circle filled with drawing paper. Inside the circle is a face that looks like a smile but is not a smile. It is piled up in colorful triangles and ellipses, looming. On the outside of the circle, a pair of long bandage-like hands was tightly wrapped.

Picking up He Yu's painting, the art teacher said, "This painting is very special. I watched the children's paintings all afternoon, but this is the only thing that impressed me.

"Is it because of the color scheme?"

"Well," other teachers said, "Besides, his composition and creativity are also very intriguing."

"What is this painting?"

"Well, it should be an expression of the special bond that friendship has given him? Those long hands seem to describe a kind of hug. Isn't the so-called "friend" the one who can hug all your ugly people?"

"I think he painted his inner self. He hid his sad emotions and protected it himself."

Someone laughed and said, "Don't over-interpret, artists. Are you looking at a painting by a six-year-old kid?"

So the teachers asked him: "Then what do you think of this painting?"

"I can't read what he is going to paint. It is true that the color matching and the pictures are pretty good, but..."

He held up another painting from Zhang Liu's kid: "Choose the first place. I think it's easier to understand. Other children will recognize it."

"That's not necessarily the case. You are an adult's gaze. How can you represent the children's aesthetics, saying that they would like the one more."

There was no agreement among the teachers to choose the first place. After they discussed it, they finally decided to hold a poll in the school for the children to vote.

The next day.

Jiang Mingzhen, who came to the school early, and her tablemate studied carefully under the paintings of Zhang Liu and He Yu.

"Why does the teacher think that his paintings are good?" The same table looked at He Yu's paintings, still very at a loss.

"The painting is very vivid."

Jiang Mingzhen abruptly found out the shadow of her face from the colorful triangle ellipses and colored ribbons, although she didn't understand why He Yu had drawn her so round.

"The person in the painting, it's me." She patted her face.

"Is there?" The tablemate didn't feel like it at all.

"Yes," Jiang Mingzhen took out the mirror in his bag, mimicked the face on the painting, and squeezed out a strange expression: "Look again."

"Indeed!" The honest tablemate said: "You are as ugly as this painted face!"

"Right, so he painted very well." Satisfied Jiang Mingzhen walked back to their class with her hands behind her back.

Before the class, the teacher and the students in the class notified the afternoon activities: They selected the first place in the "My Friends" exhibition from Zhang Liu and He Yu's paintings. Every child has the right to vote.

Jiang Mingzhen specially observed He Yu when the teacher notified the incident.

He lay down on the table and concentratedly stroked the cartoon characters on his pad, as if the teacher was talking about other people's affairs, and he didn't care much.

Jiang Mingzhen was worried that he would not get the first place.

In conscience, she thinks Zhang Liu's paintings are better. The two children drawn by others play games, the toy trains are painted very similar, and the small flowers and grasses in the background are also very beautiful.

He Yu shouldn't paint her!

Doesn't he know? Her face is unpleasant.

The emperor is not in a hurry and the **** is in a hurry. She looked sad all morning, thinking how to get He Yu to count more votes and win the first place.

Later, she really figured out a way.

Every Friday, Jiang Mingzhen’s mother will bring things to the school so that Jiang Mingzhen will distribute it to the students and build a good relationship with them. Since all the people around Jiang Mingzhen became "traitors", no one dared to take the things she brought to school.

It was like that last week, her table was full of delicious food, and everyone watched her eat it alone.

At the beginning, Jiang Mingzhen dazzled, and was bathed in the envy of everyone. Gradually, there were fewer people watching her, and she was eating a little bit, and her face began to look bad.

Naturally, one person can't finish eating, after all, Xu Meiyin prepares the amount of one class. The rest of the snacks were all put into her cabinet by Jiang Mingzhen.

Lunch break.

During the lunch break of the preschool, the children will take a nap under the supervision of the aunt.

There are very few people who really fall asleep, and everyone basically plays with the gadgets they hide in the quilt, or fights with the classmates in the next bed, but they all have to secretly.

After the aunt blew the whistle, all the children closed their eyes.

She started to make a round as usual to check whether everyone was sleeping properly.

Child Jiang Mingzhen closed his eyes very quickly today and put his hands together in the quilt honestly.

The aunt still stopped by her bed.

"Cough." Auntie didn't know how to say it.

Jiang Mingzhen's lying posture couldn't fault her, and she was orderly. But under the quilt, she bulged in the shape of a hill.

It's hard to wonder if she hides things.

In exchange for another child, the aunt might just go over and lift the quilt, but she is the daughter of the Jiang family. Mrs. Jiang, who often comes to school, always gives presents to the aunts so that they can take care of the children.

After weighing the balance, the aunt squatted down and whispered to Jiang Mingzhen: "Don't make too much noise."

Jiang Mingzhen nodded with eyes closed like a chicken pecking at the rice.

When I heard the lock of the door, it means that the aunt was out, and the children opened their eyes and began to have fun in the afternoon.

"Hey," Jiang Mingzhen grabbed a packet of snacks from her belly and shook it at the classmate next to her in the bed: "Who do you vote for the painting exhibition in the afternoon?"

"He..." The classmate who was playing with Ye Zi's instrument bit his lip timely.

Staring at the snacks in her hand, he changed his mouth sharply: "If I don't vote for He Yu, would you give me snacks?"

She shook her head: "I will give you He Yu."

"Huh?" The classmate was quite surprised: "Why? Don't you hate He Yu?"

Jiang Mingzhen snorted coldly and curled his lips: "What's up with you, asking so many questions, do you vote for him?"

"Vote!" The classmate happily took the snacks.

She took out another packet, and she asked him to help spread the message: "You help me give you the bed next door and let her vote for He Yu. If you vote, she will have snacks."

The little student bit the jelly in his mouth, and went to work without a word.

In this way, with Jiang Mingzhen’s bed as the center, the snacks were spread one by one.

"If you vote for He Yu, you have snacks, Jiang Mingzhen gave you."

"If you vote for He Yu, Jiang Mingzhen will give you snacks."

"Vote for He Yu, Jiang Mingzhen for snacks."

"Jiang Mingzhen gave it, remember to vote for He..."

The boy took the snack and stuffed it into the bed next to him, suddenly realizing something was wrong.

"Oh, no need to ask you to vote."

He Yu opened his eyes and looked at him.

The classmate scratched his neck awkwardly: "Then you can pass it to your next door and ask him to vote for you. The snacks are from Jiang Mingzhen."

Sitting up a little, He Yu looked at Jiang Mingzhen's bed.

She simply stood there and sent snacks, without slippers on her feet, stepped directly on the concrete floor.

He asked the bed next door: "Are you not listening? Is she going to vote for me?"

The boy packed the ticket: "Um! This is absolutely correct."

He Yu couldn't figure it out: "Why?"

Ask him about this, he doesn't know. The boy guessed for himself and replied: "Maybe you think you painted well?"

"She thinks... I paint well, right?"

He Yu pursed his lips, and some strange emotions surged in his heart.

Lower your head and squeeze the snacks in your hands.

It is written on the honey cake and snacks.

The outside door opened unexpectedly.

The children were too noisy, the aunt came in to arrest someone and saw Jiang Mingzhen standing outside.

"Jiang Mingzhen."

There is no way, it is obviously like this, it is impossible not to catch it.

"If you don't take a good nap, you have to stop."