In the afternoon, the bell for the activity class just rang, and the students from Class 41 and Class 42 rushed to the playground.

Under the command of Huang Han, with the assistance of Xiao Qiang, Zhang Chunmei, and Cheng Wenge, Shen Xiaorong raised the dragonfly higher and higher.

At this moment, her aloof image disappeared, and she ran happily on the playground, smiling brightly.

The kites made by Huang Han were big and beautiful. The students were all amazed. Many teachers pointed at the dragonfly in the sky with a smile and commented. They all said that the children with outstanding grades were different. Even the muddy kites were so different.

It made the child in Class 4 and 5 feel so ashamed that he was too embarrassed to take his kite to the playground.

Shen Xiaorong felt very proud. After playing for a while, she handed the string reel to Xiao Qiang who seemed unhappy, and then to Zhang Chunmei, Wei Hongxing, Kang Jing and so on...

Unfortunately, maybe the coil of line Huang Han found was not very strong, or maybe it was worn out by a few people when putting out the line, or maybe it encountered wind shear.

Anyway, suddenly a gust of wind came and the kite broke its string. The dragonfly swayed and flew farther and farther away. Xiao Qiang chased after it and yelled "Come back, come back quickly!" It was no use at all.

The most embarrassed person in the world at this moment should be Qian Aiguo, because the kite broke in his hand.

"I, I just got it and didn't do anything. It's really not my fault!"

"Forget it, forget it, just fly!"

Shen Xiaorong looked at the dragonfly with some reluctance and asked, "Huang Han, will our kite fly all the way to Japan?"

"It's east wind today, it seems possible!"

Xiao Qiang, who ran back, said angrily, "Qian Aiguo, you, you, I'm so angry, I don't care, you have to pay for our kite!"

Liu Xiaoli quickly said, "Xiao Qiang, don't be like this, look at how sad Qian Aiguo is."

An annoyed Qian Aiguo said, "Just pay it. I'll go look for it on the street tomorrow. As long as there are some for sale, I'll buy at least three."

The loyal Cheng Wenge said, "I have the money, so I might as well buy ten."

Xiao Qiang, who was still angry, refused to give up and said, "Buy? Just buy it! My mother and I ran all four streets today at noon and we didn't see anyone selling kites."

"What should we do?" A group of people turned their heads and looked at Huang Han.

Shen Xiaorong smoothed things over and said, "We've all been playing for a while, and we don't think it's too interesting, so forget it!"

"Alas!" Qian Aiguo blamed himself, "Why do I have a weak hand and why do I have to pick up that unlucky kite?"

Cheng Wenge said, "It's not that you have a weak hand, you must be lucky! Hehe, I know why you are competing to fly the kite!"

"you know?"

"You and I are both adults, how can we compete with them for a kite? You must want to give it to Liu Xiaoli."

"Yes! I originally wanted to gain face, but now it has become embarrassing. My intestines are so full of regret that I wish I could slap myself in the face!"

"Really? Do you want me to help you? Do you want to smoke the left side or the right side?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Shen Xiaorong whispered, "Huang Han, that is the most beautiful kite I have ever seen, thank you!"

Huang Han also whispered, "How about I make another one for you!"

"No, no, actually, if the string of the kite breaks, it will save you trouble!"

"What's the trouble?"

"Everyone likes that kite, who are you going to give it to? If you really give it to me, will Xiao Qiang agree? Zhang Chunmei and others will probably not be happy either!"

"Uh! That's right. Zhang Chunmei is fine, but Xiao Qiang might really fall out with me!"

"Although I am sorry, I am very happy today. I will always remember that dragonfly in my heart."

"You have gone to a foreign country and you can remember it even after you settled there?"

"Nonsense, why should I go to a foreign country? Why should I settle down in a foreign country?"

"Didn't I hear you say that your family has relatives abroad?"

"Well! I can't even remember when I told you. You have such a good memory."

"The conditions in the capitalist United States and Britain are so good now. Didn't your relatives say anything to you?"

"Shh, please keep your voice down, don't say these nonsense."

Huang Han lowered his voice and said, "That's a fact. The gap between our country and others is too big. Now that we have reformed and opened up, we can't hide it."

"Alas! Our relatives told my parents during the Chinese New Year that they wanted me to focus on learning English."

"Yes! Learning English is the most useful, and I have been studying it hard."

"But I don't want to go to England to study."

"You are still young now. You will figure it out in a year or two."

"Your grades are so good, have you ever thought about studying abroad?"

"No! This idea is not practical for me, but you are different. You should go abroad if you have the conditions.

The UK is an old capitalist country with a profound cultural background. You will definitely gain more knowledge when you go out and learn new knowledge from the West."

"My parents think so too."

"That's why I said you will settle abroad in the future."

"No, I, I, let's not talk about this anymore. It's so annoying. Let's go practice the piano."

"Chengwenge, Zhang Chunmei, let's go, let's go rehearse, Qian Aiguo, don't think about that kite with its string broken, let's go!"

The school arranged a May Day performance task assigned by the Education Bureau. The performance location was the People's Theater. It was supposed to be an entertainment performance after the county commended advanced workers.

Shen Xiaorong, Zhang Chunmei, Huang Han, and Cheng Wenge can be considered celebrities in Sanshui County, and they will do their part when there is a cultural performance.

They have been rehearsing "Cranberry Blossoms", "Small Town Story" and the repertoire "Teacher, Walk Slower" in the past two days, which was clearly designated by the organizer's county labor union.

…

Happy and carefree days fly by quickly.

Qingming Festival passed in a blink of an eye, and it was time for primary school students to write a composition about visiting the tombs of the martyrs.

In the classroom of Class 42 in mid-to-early April, Zhang Chunmei was reading aloud the composition Huang Han had just completed, surrounded by a dozen friends.

“Spring flowers are infinitely beautiful, catkins are flying all over the sky, the spring breeze of reform and opening up blows across the land of China, and the living standards of the people are booming.

Today, I came to the tomb of the martyrs with joy and joy together with the teachers and students of the Experimental Primary School to comfort the martyrs. The blood of the martyrs has not been shed in vain. The common people no longer need to eat chaffy vegetables and are running towards a well-off society..."

Since the Qingming Festival last year, Zhang Chunmei has developed the habit of reading Huang Han's compositions at least three times every time.

Today she read Huang Han's joyful composition about visiting the tombs of the martyrs. She found it incomprehensible and asked, "Huang Han, is it really okay for you to write like this?"

"what you think?"

"I think it's well written, but this composition is full of joy, which always feels inappropriate."

"Hey! I'm in a good mood. I don't feel heavy in my steps, and I don't feel a trace of sadness. It's just like some people celebrating a funeral!"
Chapter completed!