There once was a fan, and my graduation thesis was to investigate and analyze the composition of her fans.
The final conclusion is that her fans have a wide age range, a wide geographical distribution, a large gap between rich and poor, and an even ratio of men to women...
Almost equal to the Pentagon Warrior.
She thought it was funny after reading it.
Now seeing this group of cuties, and thinking of the group of old cuties who went abroad to visit the class before, Ni Bingyan suddenly had a real understanding of the sentence in the conclusion that "the age span of fans is large".
"Sister, sister, let's go camping together! My parents brought all the food!"
"Sister, sister, I really want to go on a trip with you~ We have class on Monday."
"If you don't go, you won't have a chance."
"Sister, sister~~~"
Being surrounded by such a group of cuties and calling her sister, Ni Bingyan was also a little moved, and she was almost abducted by the primary school students.
But she is a sensible person.
"Today we agreed to the invitation from the neighbor next door and we are going to visit their home. We can't break our promise~ So although my sister is very tempted, I still have to refuse you~"
The neighbor's uncle got up early in the morning to kill the sheep, so it was impossible to just walk away.
No matter how cute the little sister or brother is, it’s impossible.
However, there is a social cow in the crowd.
Alidai went directly to the next door.
Across the courtyard wall, they spoke Uighur, which Ni Bingyan couldn't hear or understand clearly. He only knew that the neighbor family listened to Alidai's words and simply put the prepared sheep on his pickup truck. In ten minutes, they pushed against the wall and set off.
"The two lambs have just been marinated. I originally planned to roast the whole lamb. When we get to the campsite, we will cut it up and grill it on skewers with red willow branches!"
The neighbor pointed to the covered stainless steel barrel on the pickup truck, and his eyes looked like stars.
At this age, I can still chat with elementary school students. I have to say that the uncle next door has a very pure heart.
A group of people were clamoring to go camping, fearing that they, outsiders, would not be fully prepared, so even tents and sleeping bags were prepared for them.
Ni Bingyan no longer had any reason to refuse, so he had no choice but to lead the team.
The Qiyu bus has a capacity of 39 people, but all the children wanted to get on. Except for the cameraman, photographer and Ni Bingyan, everyone else in the film crew could only sit with the children's families.
Along the way, Ni Bingyan didn't have to worry at all. Ali Dai, a social cow, arranged everything.
The children went up one by one to tell stories, and whoever Alidai called went up.
"Three minutes per person. If you don't finish talking, you have to change to the next one. Otherwise, when you get to the campsite, you won't have time to talk about the rest!"
She even took out a stopwatch in a serious manner and sat at the front to count the timepiece.
For children, it is extremely interesting to tell stories to Ni Bingyan on the Qiyu Bus.
The most touching thing is that although they all have accents, they can all speak Mandarin.
The first child came on stage, and a classmate took out a donbula and started playing it quietly.
There’s even a soundtrack!
So if you don’t have some talent, you can’t get around in XJ, right?
“I tell a story about my teacher.
“Our homeroom teacher always cares about whether we are wearing school uniforms.
“I think this is bad.
“Because we are always in school, we can’t wear nice clothes and shoes.
"I always complain about this, but my deskmate never complains. She always wears her school uniform neatly every day.
"It wasn't until one day that my brave deskmate got full marks for her essay during the Chinese language test, and the teacher asked her permission to read it aloud to the class. I didn't know that her family was extremely poor.
“There is a sentence in her composition that I still remember.
“She said that in the past, for her, the school uniform was the most precious piece of clothing in the world because it could hide poverty and make her look like other classmates.
“But now, courage is.”
The little classmate was a little shy, her fair little face was flushed red, and when she looked at Ni Bingyan, her eyes were moist, like two big grapes.
After listening to this, Ni Bingyan’s palms turned red!
"A person's poverty is only temporary, but his beautiful character can stay with him for a lifetime! You have a very good teacher and a very good classmate. You are both great!"
"I think she's great too!"
After that, the little classmate shouted a long list of names. In the middle, by the window, a child with wheat-colored skin, a few small freckles on both sides of the bridge of his nose, and heroic features stood up.
The girl walked to the front in a few steps and stood with her deskmate.
The two children hugged each other hard, and then the other child reached out and asked his classmate to borrow a hot pot and started to perform.
The girl was sitting on the camping chair in the front, playing happily, singing and singing.
Ni Bingyan couldn't understand it, but the unique charm made her remember it deeply.
She didn't stop until three minutes was almost up.
"I was afraid of not having enough time just now, so I didn't dare to talk nonsense. I am a Kazakh, and my performance is Dastan. My grandfather and my father's grandfather are both Dastanqi."
Seeing that Ni Bingyan was still confused, she took out the pen and paper in her small bag, wrote down those words, and handed them to Ni Bingyan:
"I can't tell for a while. I heard that everything is available on the Internet. You can check it yourself!"
The classmates were amused by her words, and Ni Bingyan also smiled.
The little classmate is indeed a child full of courage. He came up amidst the applause of his classmates, finished his performance neatly, and returned to his seat confidently amidst everyone's kind laughter.
The third student with a small square face came up, but said with a straight face: "Don't laugh~ One of my camels disappeared yesterday."
It was obviously a very sad thing, but when he said it in this tone, the children just couldn't control themselves and laughed even harder!
Ni Bingyan pinched himself hard, then he couldn't hold back his laughter, and asked him seriously: "Then what? Did you get it back?"
"My brother is also missing."
"Then what?"
The little square face scratched his chin and glanced sideways at her: "I'm not very good at speaking Mandarin, so don't rush me!"
Ni Bingyan covered his face and burst into laughter. It took him a long time to collect his emotions: "I'm sorry, please speak slowly. I won't rush you."
"Then my brother came back."
This time Ni Bingyan stopped urging, and others urged in unison - "Then what?!"
"The camel didn't come back."
"Where have the camels gone?"
"He heard that someone was lost in the desert, so he lent his camel to the search and rescue team. My camel knows the way home."
"Huh?? Who's lost?"
"He seems to be an explorer. He said he wanted to challenge himself to cross the Taklimakan Desert."
"Ah? Did you get it back?"
"I don't know. I'm not at home right now. Wait for me to call and ask my brother."
The square-faced boy has a serious face, as if he is serious about everything he does, but he always gives people a contrasting cuteness.
When it came to making a phone call, he actually showed the children's watch on his wrist and dialed his brother's number.
Others don't care about three minutes at this time.
Everyone's energy was taken away by the lost explorer, and they couldn't care less about the little gains and losses.
In the evening, I was doing my homework while I was typing. One person occupied one end of the table, each holding his or her own computer, and we didn't even feel like we were disturbing each other. After studying for many years, I feel that the concentration I have developed is quite effective. I heard that taking children closer to nature will improve their immunity. Is this true? Today I took the children to the park for a picnic and bask in the sun. I wonder if their immunity will be improved. I feel that they are quite happy. A neighbor's child was hospitalized with severe pneumonia. He was comatose for two days without relief. Meningitis was suspected, and a spinal fluid puncture was required to confirm the diagnosis before proper treatment could be given. The neighbor was very anxious and wanted to transfer to West China Affiliated Second Hospital. I found that all methods failed. Why! In the green belt outside the Second Affiliated Hospital of West China, there are tents set up for infusion, and the clothes-drying poles holding the infusion bottles are almost overcrowded. I wanted to transfer her to a hospital, but I was afraid that she would not get better. I was worried about her, and I was unable to help. I could only pray that the child would recover soon. Er Mao and Sister Wang are almost fine. Sister Wang is going to kindergarten again tomorrow, and I am starting to feel anxious again. I'm a little scared of the Friday curse.
