Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

A few days later, the teacher of the nature class suddenly said that he was going to accept homework.

"The flowers that you planted are already very beautiful. We can almost move the flowers to the small flower pots. After I finish the score, everyone can bring the small flowers back home and raise them well." Said: "When you go back, buy a small flower pot and choose your favorite style, so that when we go to class tomorrow, we will move the small flower to the pot."

The children all responded.

As soon as the teacher left, Wenwen immediately came over to talk to Fang Yan. She sincerely boasted: "The flowers you plant are so beautiful, and the score must be very high."

Fang Yan was also very happy.

His grades in other subjects are not good, and only this kind of hands-on-related courses can do better. Although both natural and handicraft courses are not very important side courses, if he goes back with a pot of flowers , Mom will definitely be very happy.

"Who do you want to give your flowers to?" Wenwen said: "I want to take them back to my mother, she will definitely like them very much."

"I……"

Before Fang Yan finished speaking, Du Hang rushed in, grinning and confessed to the little goddess: "Wenwen, my flowers are for you."

Little girl Wenwen pursed her mouth unhappily: "I don't want it, your flowers are not as good as those of Fang Yan."

Du Hang's glass heart suddenly cracked again.He glanced at Fang Yan sadly and resentfully, and left his position dejectedly.As soon as he left, Wenwen became worried again: "Did I say too much?"

"He seems very upset."

Wenwen yelled, and hurried over to apologize.Also forgot the topic with Fang Yan before.

However, even though he didn't say, Fang Yan already had the answer in his heart. He also wanted to give flowers to his mother just like Wenwen.Fang Yan couldn't help but reddened his ears when he thought that his mother would boast of himself, and he became more and more looking forward to transplanting Xiaohua tomorrow.

After school, he talked to his brothers, the car turned a corner and went to the flower shop, he ran inside, among a row of flower pots, and picked the best looking one.When Fang Ke paid him, he touched his head and asked, "Don't you want anything else?"

"No, brother, this is all you need." Fang Yan said with a smile.

"What does the inkstone do to buy a flowerpot? Do you want to grow flowers?"

Fang Yan replied: "Yes, I..." His words stopped abruptly, and he quickly covered his mouth.

Fang Ke looked at him with a smile.He knew everything about his brother, but he wanted to hear his brother tell him.

Fang Yan shook his head and said nothing, "I will tell you tomorrow."

Fang Ke smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

Fang Yan was happy all night, and couldn’t help but look at Fang’s mother several times. When he thought that he would be praised tomorrow, he smiled and avoided, making Fang’s mother confused and thinking that he What did you do wrong.

Early the next morning, he couldn't wait to get up and went to school with his little flower pot.

The nature class was the first class. All the children brought their carefully selected flower pots. When the teacher came, they lined up to the flower garden downstairs.

Fang Yan looked forward to it all night, when he just stepped into the flower garden, his enthusiasm was extinguished by a basin of cold water.

"Wow, teacher, come and see." Wenwen exclaimed: "Fang Yan's flowers were picked!"

Fang Yan was startled, and ran over quickly.When he looked over, he saw his own flower lying alone on the dark brown soil, and the one that was awkward, apparently had been picked for a long time, and what made him even more angry was that the petals were fragmented, obviously being heavy. Stepped on, the flower that could have been rescued has now become a residual flower.

He hugged the flower distressedly and touched the tender petals, but many of them were already yellow, and more than half of the petals had fallen, and it would not look good even if they were barely inserted into the soil.

All the classmates gathered around him, chatting and discussing: "Who did it?"

"The flowers planted by Fang Yan are the best flowers in the class. It's a shame that they were picked."

"That person is really bad."

"How can it be like this."

"I have to evaluate the results today!"

"Yeah, yeah, the flower pots are ready, but the flowers are gone. That person is really bad."

Fang Yan was holding the flowers, listening to the little friends next to you and saying each other, he became more and more depressed.

Little girl Wenwen squeezed the crowd away, ran over with the flowers she had planted in the small flowerpot, and said politely: "Don't be sad, I will give you my flowers."

"Still, you still have to give it to your mother." Fang Yan refused: "And this is for grades. If you give it to me, you won't have any money."

"It's okay, I got very high grades in other subjects, but this is a zero score, my mother won't blame me." Wenwen straightened her chest proudly.She knows that her child is a scumbag and only has a strong hands-on ability. If there is no good grade on the report card brought back at the end of the term, she might be spanked!

Du Hang hurriedly squeezed over: "No...no, Wenwen, you can't give your flowers to Fang Yan!"

"I will give my flowers to whoever I like." Wenwen snorted, still insisting on stuffing her little flower pot into Fang Yan's arms.

Du Hang, who was next to him, was about to cry, Fang Yan quickly pushed back, or whatever, it was Wenwen that finally let Wenwen dispel the idea.

"It's okay." The teacher comforted; "We all know that the flowers planted by Fang Yan are the best-looking. The teacher has seen it before and can already score."

Fang Yan smiled reluctantly, and continued to worry about holding his little flower pot.

But this is not what he is worried about.

The flowers he finally planted, but they want to give to his mother!

He thought for a while and asked, "Teacher, do you still have seeds? I want to plant them again."

"Plant it again?" The teacher was stunned, then smiled and said: "Okay, I will get it for you again.

The teacher gave him all the remaining seeds, and Fang Yan carefully planted it into the small flower pot.

He can plant it again!

But who actually took off his flowers?