After I crossed into the book, I started to counterattack

Chapter 183 The flower is broken

After hearing Zhang Wencheng's words, Feng Le couldn't help being a little amused, and looked at him suspiciously.

In Feng Le's eyes, Chen Xue was a very gentle person, she would not beat a child for no reason, unless the little guy caused trouble.

And it's not trivial.

Feng Le looked at Zhang Wencheng, he was filthy all over, especially his schoolbag, and asked tentatively.

"What did you do to make your mother angry?"

Zhang Wencheng was shy, but refused to speak, holding the bulging schoolbag in his hand.

"If you don't tell me, how can I help you?" Feng Leruan said in a seductive tone, and Zhang Wencheng seemed to be the same when he heard it.

He was here to ask elder sister Lele for help. Don't tell me, how can she help?

Thinking of this, Zhang Wencheng opened the schoolbag he was holding tightly in his hand bit by bit, and then some dry branches and leaves emerged from his schoolbag.

Feng Le: "???"

Zhang Wencheng opened the schoolbag little by little. It turned out that there was a plate of scattered flowers inside, and the leaves had all fallen to pieces, not to mention the few small flower bones in Zhang Wencheng's schoolbag. The flower mud is gone, and only the flower branches that have been folded in several sections are left.

Zhang Wencheng grabbed the flower branch with his little dirty hand, and pulled out the ravaged flower, the soil kept falling down.

His small schoolbag, which he bought when he started school more than a month ago, is now dirty. It contains half a schoolbag of soil, some fragments of flower pots, books and homework books, all of which are pressed at the bottom. All dirty.

Feng Le: "..."

Seeing this, Feng Le couldn't help but nodded. With him like this, she would have to be beaten up.

"Sister Lele, help me." Zhang Wencheng cried and said, originally his life was very leisurely.

Mom and dad are busy with work, no one cares about him, he can do whatever he wants, after all he got up, mom and dad haven't woken up, he's asleep, mom and dad haven't come home, even when eating at noon, None of them were home, and they didn't care about him at all.

It wasn't until his mother started setting up street stalls that she would be at home when school was over at noon, and in the afternoon, after her mother would give him a scolding at home, she would go to set up a stall after eating enough.

So under Chen Xue's discipline, what Zhang Wencheng is most afraid of now is not his father, but his mother.

Looking at his pitiful little face, Feng Le wanted to laugh, "Did you fall into a pit? Well, I'll wash it for you."

Feng Le thought that the reason why Zhang Wencheng was afraid of Chen Xue's beating was because of his body and the dirt in the schoolbag, who knew it wasn't the reason.

"It's not this one, Sister Lele, it's it." As he said that, Zhang Wencheng stretched out his hand and held him tightly, leaving only a few solitary flowers.

Feng Le: "???"

Zhang Wencheng sniffed and said, "Sister Lele, I was playing football today and accidentally kicked Teacher Zhang's flowerpot into pieces. This is his most precious flower. Please help me save it."

After finding out what happened to Chen Xue, Chen Hongmei was dismissed from the elementary school in Chengcheng, and a teacher Zhang who was about to retire was replaced as the head teacher. So the school suppressed Mr. Zhang, who was about to apply for retirement, and let him be the head teacher.

Teacher Zhang doesn't have any hobbies, but likes to drink tea and grow flowers. There are a few pots of flowers in the home office and even in the school classroom.

And the pot in Zhang Wencheng's hand is the potted flower in their class.

Feng Le looked at the flower branch that Zhang Wencheng grasped tightly. His little hands grabbed it so tightly that Feng Le couldn't breathe. This delicate little flower can still live?
"How do you save it?" Feng Le asked.

Zhang Wencheng sniffed, "I don't know."

He looked down at the flower in his hand, with a look of surprise and disbelief; "Ah, why are there only a few leaves left? Where are my flowers?"

"Isn't this your flower?" Feng Le asked.

Zhang Wencheng said with certainty. "No, the flowers are not so flat and bald. They have many leaves and small flowers."

"It's definitely not my flower!"

Hearing Zhang Wencheng's childish words, Feng Le couldn't help laughing, "If it wasn't your flower, why would it be in your schoolbag?"

"It seems like this..."

Hearing Feng Le's words, Zhang Wencheng tilted his head, and stretched out his dirty hands to scratch, but Feng Le stopped him.

Pulling him to wash his little hands first, Zhang Wencheng kept muttering to Feng Le, "What should Sister Lele do?"

"This flower is so flat and ugly, is it really my flower?"

"I just kicked the flower pot and want to change it?"

"Now that the flowers have become like this, how should I take them back and return them to the teacher, the teacher will definitely be angry."

Feng Le washed Zhang Wencheng's dirty little hands, then dried them, and said amusedly.

"Now you not only need to change the flower pot, but also a pot of flowers."

"No, no, Teacher Zhang likes this flower. If the flower is changed, he will definitely be angry."

"I'll have to put it back together."

As he said that, Zhang Wencheng trotted all the way, picked up the schoolbag that was put on the ground just now, squatted down and pawed, and pulled out a pile of leaves that were all kneaded, and the few small flowers had already turned into mud.

Looking at these broken leaves, he sighed with a sad face, "How can these flowers put him back together?"

"By the way, there are still little flowers!" As he said, Zhang Wencheng continued to look through the schoolbag, but he couldn't find the few little white flowers. He poured out everything in the schoolbag and couldn't find it. Zhang Wencheng panicked .

"Where is my little flower, where is little flower, woohoo, flower, flower..."

Hearing his voice, Feng Le stretched out his hand and grabbed the black flower mud, "This should be your little flower..."

Zhang Wencheng was taken aback looking at this thing: "..."

Then wahah cried loudly: "Wahah, sister Lele, please help me,"

"I can't find this flower! Sister Lele, what should I do, woo woo."

This time, Zhang Wencheng knew he was afraid.

"Not only my mother wants to beat me, but the teacher will definitely beat me to death."

"Hey." Feng Le sighed, "Don't cry, don't cry, tell me what kind of flower is this? I'll go to the market to see if there is anything for sale."

"I don't know." Zhang Wencheng shook his head.

"What color?" Feng Le continued to ask.

"It's white, the small flowers that have bloomed are very fragrant."

"White..." Feng Le looked at this pitiful little flower branch and thought in his heart, what kind of flowers are in such a small pot, the flowers are white, and the smell is very fragrant?

She doesn't understand either.

"Why don't you go and apologize to the teacher?" Feng Le looked at Zhang Wencheng and said.

Accidentally kicked a flower pot, and in order to save the flower pot, the whole flower was destroyed or something. This should be a child's naive mistake, after all, he didn't want to destroy the flower.

The teacher should forgive... right?

(End of this chapter)