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Chapter 664 Children's Day is Coming

An eight or nine-year-old Tibetan girl was walking cautiously on a muddy path stepped by the adults.

Although it was already March in Yangchun, there was still remnant snow everywhere around, and there were even crystal clear icicles hanging on the trees, glistening in the sun.

This is not the Gada in the northeast, but Tianbabali, Fengpiaoxiang Village, Wenchuan County, AB Prefecture, Sichuan Province, the hinterland of the Land of Abundance, a good place with an average annual temperature of 13.5°.

It's so abnormal!

This year's snow disaster came quickly, but went slowly.

The little girl was wearing a red down jacket that was a bit too big, which was very conspicuous in this ice and snow world.

She walked very slowly, not because she was afraid of slipping.

Instead, he seemed a little worried that the overgrown branches on both sides of the path would scratch his clothes.

But the clothes were big and thick, wrapping her like a chubby bear cub, and even though she was walking slowly enough, broken branches kept brushing past her sleeves.

The little girl stopped in distress, straightened her arms, tilted her head to look at it, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the clothes were strong enough.

There is not even a seal!
She lowered her head and touched her chest. There was a small golden fist embroidered there, stretching unyieldingly towards the sky...

"Yang Jin, wait for me..."

A little boy ran over from a distance, shouting as he ran. He was a black bear, also chubby.

"Dorje, slow down, don't scratch your clothes!"

The little girl pointed with her finger angrily.

Such a big man!

Why don't you cherish new clothes?

The little boy braked and slowed down, just like the little girl did before, and began to move forward on tiptoe...

A slug of ice fell from the branch and slammed into his neck with a "whoosh".

"Ouch!"

The little boy shivered, his facial features shrank into a ball, did he dare to jump up and shake his clothes, sniffed his nose, or moved forward step by step.

The little girl burst out laughing:
"Idiot, let you not wear a hat!"

As she spoke, she patted her hat.

The hat is attached to the down jacket, and there is a circle of fluff on the outside, which makes the little girl more like a bear.

Well, a little red bear.

The little boy finally moved across the path, and now that his feet were on a smooth road, he began to shake his clothes with confidence, bouncing and shaking, like a little bear shaking water just out of the water.

Unexpectedly, the ice had melted early, and the more it shook, the more wet it became, and the colder it became.

Stopped, shrank his neck, and asked pitifully:
"Yang Jin, is your father back yet?"

Xiao Yangjin helped the boy turn over the hat on his back, put it on his head, and said with a smile:
"Mom and Dad came back yesterday. I was afraid of the long distance and delayed today's activities."

The little boy's face collapsed, and he murmured:

"My dad hasn't come back yet, I don't know if I can catch up."

Xiao Yangjin comforted him:

"Don't worry, Dorje. Your father will come back, your family didn't miss a single one last year..."

"hope so……"

Little Dorje was still a little depressed.

However, children's little emotions come and go quickly.

They walked side by side for a while, then suddenly became happy, and ran forward hand in hand, shouting as they ran:

"Under the bridge in front of the gate, another group of ducks came..."

At the end of the road is a primary school with white walls and red tiles.

At this time, many children have gathered on the playground outside the classroom, happily chasing and playing...

In the middle of the playground, a huge yurt stands there, bigger than the classroom.

There is also a small golden fist on the yurt, which is exactly the same as the one embroidered on the down jackets of Yang Jin and Dorje, but much bigger.

At this time, bursts of beautiful music came from the yurt.

From time to time, some uncles and aunts wearing headdresses of little rabbits, little bears, little pigs, little ducks, and little squirrels got out of the yurts and got in again, busy.

They also have a small golden fist on their chests.

The children are obviously already familiar with them. From time to time, a brave child runs over to stop a certain uncle (aunt) who is busy, begging for a hug.

He (she) will squat down, touch the child's head, and hug him gently.

He said something in a low voice, then took out a handful of candy from his pocket, and slowly put it into the cupped hands.

The children happily ran to share the candies with their friends.

The adults continued to be busy, like a swarm of bees.

Today is Wednesday, September 2008, 3.

It doesn't seem to be a special day.

But for the children of Fengpiaoxiang Primary School, this is Children's Day, once a month!
Since the year before last, these uncles and aunts with golden little fists embroidered on their chests suddenly descended from the sky, bringing with them big yurts, candies, toys, clothes, books...

All the things kids dream about.

On this day, the children need to sit in rows outside the yurt, and let these uncles and aunts dressed up as little rabbits, little bears, little pigs, little ducks, and little squirrels roll their names one by one.

Then, the children will take turns to perform a show for everyone.

It can be a nursery rhyme, a poem, a short story, or a dance, it doesn't matter.

After finishing the performance, it is the happiest time!

Young actors can choose an uncle (aunt) and accompany them to the yurt to choose their own gifts.

Anything goes!

Xiao Yangjin is already in the second grade, and she has participated 14 times. Her schoolbag, cartoon books, dictionaries, colored pens, homework books, and the little bear accompanying her are all picked out of the yurt...

Of course, the sensible Xiao Yangjin would sometimes pick a bag of rice or a barrel of oil.

At that time, she couldn't go home by herself.

There will be an uncle with a small fist embroidered on his chest, carrying rice and oil for her, and going home with her...

Little Dorje is only seven years old.

He doesn't have such troubles, because Dorje only picks one kind of thing——

a gun!

"Dorje, don't take the gun this time!"

Xiao Yangjin wrinkled his nose.

She thinks Dorje is a little ignorant, boys are like this, hum!

"why?"

While talking, Dorje peeked in from under the raised curtain.

"Because you're almost out of crayons!"

Yang Jin said loudly.

She was a little angry.

"Oh, let me save some money. If it's not enough, can you borrow it from me?"

Dorje said nonchalantly that he still wanted the gun.

"I will never lend you any more!"

Yang Jin shook his hand and ran to the other side.

This smelly Dorje is too hateful, he only takes a gun every time, and when it's over, he borrows this from himself, borrows that...

This time Yang Jin wanted a Barbie doll.

But the colored pens she gave to Dorje are running out, so it shouldn't be until next month.Should I get a Barbie doll for myself, or a colored pencil for Dorje?

When will this little Dorje become sensible! ?

(End of this chapter)