Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

But as soon as Tang Xin walked out of the classroom, she saw boys from the next class surrounding a girl.

"Hand over the white flowers!" the leading boy threatened the girls.

The little girl had a ponytail and her big black eyes were wide open. She didn't show any fear at all: "Why should I give it to you!"

"You are not doing it the way the teacher taught you. This is disrespectful to the martyrs! Why are you folding the flowers so colorfully? What are you going to do with them?" The boy's reason was far-fetched, but it was obviously just an excuse for him to bully her.

"The method the teacher taught is too simple. My method is obviously better! Why should I give it to you! No!" The girl was not intimidated by the boy's momentum at all. She put her hands behind her back and hid the flowers behind her back.

"Here you go!" Another boy behind her took advantage of her unpreparedness and snatched the flowers from her hand.

"Ah?" The little girl panicked after being attacked and hurried to chase after him.

The boy didn't give her any chance and tore the flowers into pieces on the spot.

The girl's raised hand froze in the air. "Wang Wanyang, you bastards! I'm going to sue the teacher!"

"Wow~" The boy made a face, stuck out his tongue and shouted: "It's no use telling the teacher~ No one loves a child without parents!"

When the boys saw they had succeeded, they dispersed, leaving the little girl alone, staring in a daze at the debris on the ground.

Tang Xin was of course stunned. How could he be so excessive? She walked forward and handed him a tissue: "Don't cry, I saw it. I'll tell the teacher for you."

"I'm fine, I'm not crying." The little girl turned around and looked at Tang Xin curiously, "Who are you?"

Tang Xin finally saw the girl's appearance clearly. She was so delicate, just like a porcelain doll, with big eyes and a small mouth, and fair skin like the dolls she played with when she was a child.

"Ah. I. I'm from the class next door." Tang Xin came back to her senses and scratched her head, "Why did they treat you like this?"

"Who knows?" The girl spread her hands.

"The little white flowers you made are so beautiful. Can you teach me how to make them?" Tang Xin said with starry eyes.

"Right! You think it looks good too! I think so too. Come, I'll teach you~" the girl said as she took Tang Xin's hand and walked towards her classroom.

Chapter 192 Memories

Tang Xin was suddenly led to another classroom, and she was panicked and scared because if she went to another class, she would be surrounded by people from other classes.

But the girl in front of him didn't seem to care at all. She took out a few pieces of white draft paper from her desk and folded them carefully. Tang Xin was already extremely embarrassed. Anyone who walked in from outside the classroom would look over here.

"It's done!" The girl handed a small white flower to Tang Xin, "Did you see how I did it?"

How could it be possible to see clearly? Tang Xin's eyes never even fell on the desk.

"No...no."

"Then I'll fold it again, you have to remember it!" The girl licked her lips and continued to fold it. This time Tang Xin looked at it carefully, and she seemed to have learned it a little bit, but it was probably the kind where her brain said "I know it" but her hands said "No, you don't."

"I guess." Tang Xin was a little embarrassed.

"Hey, this one is for you!" The girl handed one of the small white flowers to Tang Xin.

"Thank you. I'll go back first then." Tang Xin couldn't stay any longer and prepared to run back to her class.

"Okay~ Bye!"

The girl smiled sweetly at her, making her feel dazed. Wait, take a peek at her name, I don't even know her name. Tang Xin glanced at her homework book and saw the three words "Li Xiaomeng" written in neat regular script.

Li Xiaomeng? I remember it. Tang Xin turned and left, repeating the name a dozen times in her mind.

Back in the classroom, lunch break was almost over. Tang Xin placed the little white flower in front of the desk, and lay on the desk, staring at it.

"Wow, you did it?" The classmate looked at the flower in disbelief. "When did a handicraft idiot become so good? Did he ask some classmate for help?"

"I won't tell you!" Tang Xin said proudly, "What's wrong with me knowing how to do it!"

"I do not believe."

"If you don't want to believe it, then don't believe it. No one will ask you to believe it!"

The flower in front of me is indeed delicately made, vivid like a real rose, petals, stamens, receptacle, every part is lifelike, even the flower stem is made of paper strips. It is hard to imagine that this is a handmade work made in a few minutes.

After trying several times, Tang Xin decided to give up. Sure enough, this thing was still a little difficult for her. What should I do? I really want to see that little girl again and ask her about origami! Tang Xin's heart has never been so excited. That girl named Li Xiaomeng is really pretty.

After lunch break, all the students lined up in an orderly manner and walked out of the school, heading towards the Martyrs Cemetery not far from the school. The elementary school teacher asked the boys and girls to line up in a row and hold hands with each other. Most boys and girls at this grade have already realized the difference between men and women. The saying that men and women should not touch each other has also spread in the school since the popularity of "My Fair Princess". But the teacher asked them to hold hands, and there was nothing they could do.

Although Tang Xin was holding her deskmate's hand, only two fingers were actually connected. This was because Tang Xin was very happy.

"It rained all night, and it was nice weather when I woke up early~ I dreamed of you again last night, and our happy games!" Tang Xin was in a good mood and hummed a ballad in a low voice, "...I wanted to tell you quickly, I used the crayons you gave me, drew a picture and sent it to you by express..."

"What are you doing? You look so happy." The little fat boy couldn't stand it anymore. Although Tang Xin's voice was pretty good, it was a little out of tune.

"I'm happy. Did that irritate you?" Tang Xin rolled her eyes at him.

After saying that, Tang Xin started humming to herself again. The fat boy shook his head helplessly and endured the noise.

The line of primary school students walking on the crosswalk was long and winding, with each class led by the head teacher. It was obvious that such management was somewhat inadequate.

There seemed to be a small commotion coming from the front. Tang Xin also stopped singing. But the scene in front of her shocked Tang Xin so much that she was speechless.

I saw a middle-aged man desperately pulling a little girl's hand, and the girl didn't say a word and grabbed a tree on the road with her other hand. How could the little girl be as strong as an adult? She was about to be taken away.

"Stop! What are you doing! Teacher Sun, there are bad guys!" Tang Xin was surprised that among so many classmates around her, no one spoke up for her, but just dodged away.

Tang Xin yelled at the top of her lungs, and the man knew he couldn't go on, so he started running and disappeared into an alley.

Upon hearing this, Teacher Sun quickly ran over from the head of the team, helped the girl who had fallen to the ground, and asked her what had happened.

Tang Xin then saw clearly that the person lying on the ground was none other than Li Xiaomeng, whom she had just met at noon.

Li Xiaomeng seemed to be frightened and could not say a word. She was pale and motionless. Tang Xin hurriedly walked up to Teacher Sun and said, "Teacher, just now a man grabbed her hand and wanted to take her away. But Xiaomeng refused to go."

"Ah? Do you know that person?" Teacher Sun was shocked and asked Xiaomeng hurriedly.

Xiaomeng naturally shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Teacher Sun quickly consoled her and entrusted Xiaomeng to Tang Xin's care. He ran to the side, took out his phone and began to report the situation to his leader.

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"Huh? My sister was almost kidnapped?" Xiaoling said with some fear.

"Yeah, if I hadn't said that at that time, your sister would probably be someone's child bride now!" Tang Xin felt a little scared.

"Ha, I don't have any impression at all." I scratched my head. It would be strange if I had any impression, because I have no memory of it before.

"You see, your sister is such a careless person. That person is definitely a human trafficker. They usually look for good-looking children, take them back to be child brides, or break their legs to make them beggars, etc. They use all means to make you a tool for them to make money."

"Is it so scary?" Xiaoling covered her mouth in fear.

"It's much better now. There shouldn't be any more human traffickers. Thanks to the efforts of our police, although it still happens occasionally, it's much better than when we were in elementary school." I touched Xiaoling's head. "Although there are no human traffickers, you must protect yourself when you go out. Remember not to drink drinks given to you by strangers, and don't eat food and candy given by others. Do you understand?"

"Got it!" Xiao Ling nodded repeatedly, seeming a little frightened. "Then what happened next?"

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Later, several more teachers were hastily added to the team. Each class had a dedicated teacher in charge of the front, middle and back positions to take care of safety. It is said that the principal, whose face turned pale with fear, personally drove a bunch of additional teachers. Although the incident alerted the police, they did not catch the suspect in the end because of the lack of cameras at the time.

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PS: The unlucky author was the one who was almost kidnapped. All the classmates next to me were stunned and no one shouted. In the end, it was the teacher in the class behind me who saw it and saved me. I was so scared. Everyone must pay attention to safety.

Chapter 193 Tang Xin's Defense Is Broken

After a 30-minute walk, the huge group of primary school students finally arrived at the Martyrs' Cemetery. In the empty square in front of the memorial tower, the little ones lined up in dozens of square rows, waiting for the teacher to speak.

The dean walked up and passionately recounted the heroic deeds of the anti-Japanese generals who sacrificed their lives. From the perspective of the time, his writing was a bit obscure for elementary school students, and after half a day of speaking, almost no one listened to what he said.

"Next, we will observe a three-minute silence. Students must remain serious and not laugh during the silence." The dean shouted sternly at the podium.

At times like this, it is very outrageous. No one usually laughs during the flag-raising speech or the school morning assembly. Even though the teacher emphasized that laughing is not allowed, some students can't help laughing.

At first, everyone was watching each other and not allowed to laugh, but when everyone was watching each other, there were always a few naughty children who laughed out loud. Once the teacher found out, he would criticize them harshly. These children had no idea that the heroic martyrs sacrificed their lives for our lives today. Laughing in such an occasion was obviously disrespectful to the deceased.

Three minutes passed with the sadness and joy. Several children who laughed were singled out and stood outside as examples. Tang Xin stood with Li Xiaomeng, holding a small white flower. The rest of the people began to enter the cemetery in an orderly manner and presented their own white flowers.

"Aren't you going back to your class?" Tang Xin asked.

Li Xiaomeng shook her head. "The teacher just now asked me to follow you."

"Okay..." Tang Xin blushed slightly, thinking that this child is really a good boy who listens to his teacher.

Because it was not their class's turn to enter yet, Tang Xin turned her head from time to time to glance at the little beauty next to her.

"Is there something on my face?" Li Xiaomeng looked at her with her head tilted, feeling a little surprised.

"No! Nothing! I just think it's cute."

"Thank you~" Xiao Meng didn't care, but changed the subject and asked her: "Who do you want to give the flowers to later?"

"Hmm..." Li Xiaomeng's question stumped Tang Xin. She hadn't thought about it that much at all. She just wanted to throw it away when the time comes. "I don't know. Who do you want to give it to?"

“I want to give it to the person who has the least amount of flowers.”

"why?"

"Don't you think it's pitiful for a person to have so few flowers? If he were watching from heaven, he would be very sad. He is a person who has sacrificed his precious life just like everyone else."

Tang Xin was a little stunned, she didn't expect that the little girl in front of her was actually thinking about such a thing, which made her feel a little inferior. Not only was she so beautiful, but she was also so kind-hearted.

Soon it was their turn. They walked in hand in hand, holding two small white flowers. Inside the Martyrs Cemetery were rectangular memorial tablets, each with an inscription that detailed the names and deeds of the martyrs. Most of them had no photos, and occasionally some had black-and-white photos attached, but because of the age, the photos were very blurry.

There were a lot of small white flowers in the first few rows of tombs, but by the exit, there were only a few small white flowers left in front of the tombstones.

"Let's give it to him~" Xiao Meng stopped and looked at the tombstone in front of her. There were only a few lines of words on it, which seemed to be the year of birth and death. Even the name could not be seen clearly, let alone the deeds.

"Okay~" Tang Xin nodded, thinking that whoever you want to give it to, I will give it to him.

"Put it in the cracks of the stones so that they won't be blown away by the wind." Xiaoling put the flowers in Tang Xin's hand and her own flowers in the gap between the tombstone and the ground.

Then he put his hands together and prayed: "Dear martyr, this is our thanks and remembrance for you. I hope you can be reborn soon and live a happy life in the next life."

Although Tang Xin also followed Xiaomeng and did the same actions, she did not believe that people still have souls after death. She simply thought that Li Xiaomeng was as naive as a kindergarten student.

"Let's go~"

Xiao Meng took Tang Xin's hand and rushed to the main force. After offering white flowers, they went to visit the Anti-Japanese War Museum. The Anti-Japanese War Museum in the city collected many marks of the era. Although elementary school students come here every year, the things inside can still make them marvel.

The little boys were particularly interested in guns, and they stood in front of several Hanyang-made guns in a glass cabinet for a long time. Most of the girls just came to go through the motions and had no interest.

What Xiaomeng was most interested in was an old rusty bicycle. The bicycle was so big that the handlebars reached their heads. Xiaomeng lay in front of the glass cabinet with her eyes shining.

"Are you interested in it?" Tang Xin couldn't help asking curiously.

"Well, were there bicycles at that time?" Xiao Meng stared at it intently.