The Late School

Early the next morning, Bai Bai Lai bed, she called her to get up, she was sick, but she was not hot, but the forehead was not hot, said it was a small stomach pain, not to pull.

Zhang sighs for a while, there is no problem, if the ganan is just fine, put her first aid kit to show Xiaobai, there is no sick, you can see it.

Teacher Jiang said that you don't have to take a small white, as if you are not worried about Xiaobai's "condition".

Zhang sighs: "Don't drink more juice last night, the stomach is cold."

Teacher Jiang said: "No, you don't have to worry, you will be good."

She said it is so worried, Zhang sigh is not suspicious, I can only choose to believe.

Teacher Jiang came to the bed and told Tibet that Xiaobai in the quilt said: "Zhang Boss said, today does not go, so how long does you want to sleep for how long you want to sleep?"

The sound of the quilt immediately stopped, after a while, the sound of the sound sounded, reached a small head, the watermelon head fluffy like a deep water bomb.

"Don't go?"

"Don't go."

"When is the scorpion?"

"Tomorrow, your belly doesn't hurt?"

"... ~~ My little belly is very painful, is there a little baby?"

Xiaobai screams, falling again, roll in bed, but this is not hurt, but and the dog rolls a virtue on the sunny grass.

Teacher Jiang went out and sighed to eat breakfast. The little white was a full set of actives, and decided to lying again, otherwise it would not seem to face the boss. Suddenly there are more people from the window, but more than two, it is a few.

Xiaobai climbed up, standing in bed from the window, seeing a few children in the village appeared in the yard of her house, hitting the fireworks last night, picking up the fireworks shell on the ground, talked, last night everyone The fireworks seen are flying from here.

"Small potters, small potters -" small white waved at the window.

"How is your head your head? Are you a hot hair?" A little girl surprised her hair style.

Xiaobai looked lure hair, which is proud to say that this is the cutest new hairstyle, wide and wonderful.

The small foundings outside the window are surprised, and there is such a cute law?

"Is the fireworks?" Xiaobai asked.

Little potters said.

"Is my head look good?"

Small pots only don't comment.

"My head is just as good as fireworks, and the small dolls outside are La."

The little basins have been surprised, and there is such a hairstyle, and I have a sensible children say that his mother is hot, it is said that it is also a hairstyle outside.

Look, Xiaobai's current hairstyle is also the truth. They don't understand, but don't mean she is not cute.

Zhang sighs appeared in the door of the bedroom: "Get up and eat breakfast and talk to everyone. And your friends will go to the peaks, if you want to go, don't you get up?"

Xiaobai listened, suddenly screened, jumped out of bed, rushed into the yard, bucking water brushing his teeth, full of bubbles, not forgetting to chat with the little play friends.

Soon, Xiaobai rushed into the house from the yard, and he took his small bowl. Zhang Sheng and Jiang teacher also look at her.

"Do you live?"

"Do you not hurt your belly?"

"Well, I am so amazing."

"That is really magical."

"Whey ~~"

"What is your hair?"

"The outer doll is like this."

"Which doll outside is like this?"

Xiaobai thinks that this is a boss, not the silly melona in the outer court, so I can only frank, she has slept, caught up.

Teacher Jiang said that she wants to wet with water, Xiaobang shook her head, she didn't time, she had to come to breakfast, and she had to pick up her children. If it is more exciting.

She stood in the yard and shouted toward the other's head: "Duns - come, let's steal, go to pick up !!!"

If the voice falls, I only saw a body, and I rushed out of the bush. I appeared on Tian Wei. I didn't step on it. I turned into the field next to it. I caught the children on this hillside exclaimed. But I immediately appeared again, and I came along the Tian Hao ... The pie was arrived, panting, there is a mud on my body.

The small foundings in the village are together, and they will pick up the persimmons together. Who is going to be unlucky.

A group of melon waves out of the yard, got down the hillside, see the car parked under the slope, surrounded by the comments, and discuss how fast this good guy is running.

This little white has a voice.

"Flying ~ , from here, it is there."

The little pots looked there along her little hand and was a pier home.

Xiaobai said that it is still going to go, that is, the mountain peaks behind the pier, Xiaobai said that he is still going, that is, the big tree on the pointers of the mountain, Xiaobai said that he is still behind, that is, the big tree That big stone, Xiaobai nodded, saying that it is so fast, just need it.

Some children have climbed the hood, Xiaobai to pull the door, I want to ask everyone to take a seat, after all, the people are passenger, but they can't open.

"What are you doing? Don't remove my car." Zhang souting stood in the yard and said heroid.

The little pots ran in a bee, afraid that he had to eat them, and the other children will be able to understand, but the little white is like this? Don't she not understand him?

This group of

The little ducks accompany them a burst of walking, walking along the river, and Xiaobai is willing to leave. Someone caught a golden turtle on the bush bush, Xiaobai did not find the companion of the Taozi, but she picked a pumpkin flower in the dish, she worn on her head, I feel like a picture.

The children will pick up the pumpkin flowers, annoying the honey bees in the flowers, and the honey bee is boiling and flying, and they are scared. They run along the road, and they ran to a persimmon forest, this is the purpose of their travel .

A uncle drilled out from the forest, seeing them, not strange at all, strive to let them come: "How come? Come on, take a bamboo raft, go in the most red persimmon."

He sent a bamboo basket for each child. When he was a small white, he was particularly commended: "Your family is very good last night, but the pumpkin flower on your head is not good, like a little old lady, throw it. "

The little white ghosts took the bamboo poles into the forest, picking a red and bright persimmon, plunge, juice, sweet silk.