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Chapter 65: At the beginning of Gengzi, the stranger rushing to help (13)

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    Yu Wanfeng didn't expect Mr. Xiong to teach Zhong Chumian. She always felt that she had found something in common with Zhong Chumian again, so she excitedly talked about more things.

    Including the fact that she was almost remembered by Teacher Xiong because she beat up a chubby classmate in the class.

    "I didn't beat Xiaopang for no reason," Yu Wanfeng was very wronged, "He cut off her long hair while my deskmate was sleeping on the table, and she cried all afternoon."

    After finishing speaking, she asked Zhong Chumian in embarrassment: "You didn't know about this before, right Do you also think I'm too naughty?"

    Zhong Chumian was silent.

    How could he not know.

    For this matter, he approached Mr. Xiong several times, tried hard and softly, threatened and lured him, and finally got Mr. Xiong to withdraw his decision to give Yu Wanfeng a demerit.

    You know, Teacher Xiong is famous for being "upright and upright". Although Yu Wanfeng is a well-known "second generation rich" at school, the Yu family has little contact with the school, and she got into trouble and someone covered her, but Teacher Xiong didn't like it.  This set.

    Seeing Zhong Chumian's silence, Yu Wanfeng resentfully put down the paper-cut and went to stir the paste.

    "Is this paste made from flour? If I had known, I wouldn't have bought it. I'll make a pot myself." Yu Wanfeng changed the subject.

    Zhong Chumian knocked on her head: "Is your brain paste or flour?"

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    Yu Wanfeng ignored him, holding the paste and window grilles, walked to the bright window, and pasted the window grilles.

    The chair that was moved was a little unstable. Zhong Chumian supported the chair, looked up to see her stepping on the chair, carefully applied paste on the paper, and stuck it on the window evenly.

    She and Shen Huaijin wiped the windows on the first floor bright and clean every day. Facing the light, they cut thin lines, wound curved patterns, and traced prayers.

    The flowers are like brocade, and there are more than one every year.

    Yu Wanfeng pasted up the window grilles, and her eyes met those patterns, which were as red as burning fire, and sparks clustered in her eyes.

    But what she saw through that window was engraved in her bones and blood, and blended into her soul for the rest of her life.

    On the quiet asphalt road, four heavy trucks passed by, one behind the other, galloping like wild geese.

    A license plate with the prefix "Su".

    [When one party is in trouble, all parties support, and anti-epidemic materials rushed to Wuhan].

    The banner hanging on the body of the truck, with white letters on a red background, is so red that it burns, and the white is as pure as ever.

    There were tears in Yu Wanfeng's eyes.

    She believed that sentence, and the people of Wuhan cried all their tears in just a few days.

    In the following many days, she would always see such trucks, big and small, far and near, neat and full of mud, passing through the day and galloping through the night, with the morning dew and the stars, and the wind and dust.

    ¡¾Love Vegetables, Help Wuhan¡¿

    [Standing in the same boat through thick and thin, Heilongjiang rushes to help Hubei]

    ¡¾Hainan melons and fruits, helping Hubei¡¿

    ¡¾Together fight against the epidemic, Wuhan, come on¡¿

    ?¡¾Caring supplies from Yunnan thousands of miles to aid Wuhan¡¿

    ?¡¾Guiyang Chamber of Commerce, Guizhou Province, Donate Vegetables Together to Fight the Epidemic¡¿

    [Wenchuan is grateful to you, Wuhan will rise]

    Those simple words, those simple words, let the years of quicksand, time become a river, rushing in the desolation and indifference of history, every time you open it, the temperature and heat are the same as before, can shake people's hearts, and raise the name "resonance"  "s things.

    People will never forget that in this winter, those simple people used their integrity, fearlessness, sympathy and kindness to warm the wounds of the cold winter and look forward to the warm light of spring.

    There is no winter that will not pass.

    There is no spring that will not come.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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