There was constant crying in the carriage, and parents were too anxious to coax their children to pay attention to âThe Cowherd and the Weaving Girl.â Teacher Li had never seen this kind of pomp in her career for many years. After being stunned, she took the big horn and started shouting. It was fine before she shouted. The shout actually made the children give rise to a fighting spirit, and they were determined to beat the loudness of the horn with their crying.
The chaos in front of her made Ye Ya come out of her sadness. She sobbed twice, looked around at the crying little faces blankly, rubbed the crying face with the red silk Fangjing indiscriminately, and calmly took the allegro and returned to Ye Qingheâs side.
âBrother, why are they crying?â Ye Yaâs big red eyes were filled with confusion about the situation in front of her.
Ye Qinghe, ââ¦â¦â
Ye Ya got into the aisle of her seat sideways, climbed into a chair with both hands and feet, took out the water bottle from the small school bag, bit the straw and sucked on it. She cried and talked for a long time just now, so her throat was super dry.
The water was so deliciousâ¦â¦
She loved to drink waterâ¦â¦
Ye Ya, who had replenished her moisture, covered the water bottle contentedly, crawled to Ye Qinghe and found a comfortable position, covered her ears and fell asleep.
An hour later, the bus arrived at its destination.
Teacher Liâs face was white when she found Teacher Liu, âDonât let Ye Yaya from your class take our bus when we come back.â
Teacher Liu looked confused.
Could it be that Ye Yaya organized a funeral again in someone elseâs bus?
Teacher Liu thought for a long time and couldnât understand, so she turned around to organize the event.
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The place they were at was called Xiaoyang River. The trees were craggy, the streams were gurgling, and the mountains and fields reflected the blue sky. At first glance, it looked as beautiful as a picture scroll. There was a recently-built hill not far away. Standing on it, you can overlook all the views of the Xiaoyang River. The teacher summoned everyone over and prepared to climb up to take a group photo.
Ye Ya obediently squatted beside Ye Qinghe and chatted with the grass on the ground. Just as she was engaged in her conversation, she suddenly heard the pure voice next to her, âCan you climb?â
Ye Ya raised her head.
Shen Zhou looked at Ye Qinghe, âIf you canât, we can switch. I will take Yaya up the mountain and you will help me take care of Shen Ran.â
The group activity of the big class was to go to the woods to pick wild fruits, which was easier for Ye Qinghe, who suffered from heart disease.
Ye Ya, who heard their conversation, stood up, hugged Ye Qingheâs thigh, and whispered softly, âYaya is not going anywhere, Ye Ya wants to follow Brother.â
She knew that her brother was sick, and she didnât want to leave him even for a second in this strange place.
Ye Qinghe smiled faintly and touched her head, âThen Brother will go and talk to the teacher; we wonât go up the hill.â
She nodded in response.
Ye Qinghe quickly explained the reason to Teacher Liu. Teacher Liu did not force it. Once again, she took the brother and sister to Teacher Li. Looking at Teacher Liâs pale face, she pretended not to see it and took her class to climb the hill.
The grove leaned on the stream, and the trees were luxuriously nourished by the landscape.
This forest was not big. There were road signs in the forest. Parents went in in twos and threes and spread out for recreation.
Ye Ya followed her brother in and separated from Shen Zhou and Xia Qing as soon as they entered. The two of them were not worried that the other party would get lost, so they stopped and took pictures along the road.
âYaya, do you want to eat small fruit?â The wild fruits on the side of the road were full of pulp, and the red color was very appetizing when you look at it.
When Ye Qinghe was about to take it off and give Ye Ya a taste, he heard her say, âThatâs what birds eat.â
Ye Qinghe looked over.
âIf you take it all off, the bird will have nothing to eat.â
This mountain was home to thousands of creatures: wild fruits were for the birds on the mountain; streams flowed for trees. All things live together and all things depend on each other. For forever, it was always the same. However, there were too many tourists coming, and most of the small fruits on the side of the road were picked. If she doesnât leave some for the birds, the birds would be hungry.
Ye Qinghe smiled slightly, and took her soft little hand again, âOkay, we wonât eat.â
Ye Ya smiled sweetly, turned to the fruit and said, âLittle fruit has to grow up well.â
The fruit leaves swayed, but in the next second, a fat hand reached out and roughly pulled off all the fruit on it, wiped it on the shirt indiscriminately, and stuffed it into the mouth.
The person ate without discipline, and the juice splashed all over his face and body.
Ye Ya stepped back timidly.
âGood grandson, slow down, grandma canât keep up.â Liu Zishiâs Grandma carried a big bag and shouted after him.
âGrandma, hurry up!â Liu Zishi knocked Ye Qinghe away and ran forward.
ââReally rude.
Ye Qinghe was dissatisfied but didnât care too much, pulling Yaya forward in a hurry.
Suddenly, the little fat man in front of him stopped, squatting on the ground and pulling the weeds on the side of the road.
[Oh, it hurts, it hurtsâ¦]
[Little bastard, donât touch me!]
[Iâm poisonous! Iâll stab you to death, believe it or not!]