The teacher is also worried about Xiaoyun, but no matter how hard she tries, she only knows witchcraft. The sixth grade is coming to an end-if she doesn't get good grades, she will be expelled from school and can't continue to study witchcraft.
Xiaoyun is very worried. He chanted the mantra day and night, but it was still useless. Her family chose a way out for her: if she can't stay in witchcraft school, she will have to learn to be a tailor. Cutting clothes is Xiaoyun's most annoying thing.
This day in class, Xiaoyun remembered that she was going to be a tailor. He was depressed and didn't listen carefully. Her absent-mindedness was discovered by the teacher. The teacher was very angry and said, "Xiao Yun, you really don't live up to expectations. Now your grades are the worst in the class. You still don't study hard! You disappoint me so much! Go home, don't stay at school, you can't learn anyway! "
Xiaoyun mumbled something in a low voice, trying to argue a few words, but looking at the angry face of the teacher, she never spoke and walked out of the classroom with her head down. It's May, and the sun is shining. Outside the classroom, the vegetation is fresh and the warm wind bursts. Xiaoyun is not interested in enjoying these beautiful scenery. Although she was not expected to stay at school, she was really sad to be driven home by the teacher.
She didn't want to go home and walked aimlessly. In the afternoon, she came to the hillside in the suburbs. The warm spring breeze awakened the seeds buried in the soil, and the hillside was covered with grass and flowers swaying with the wind. The whole nature is full of vitality, but Xiaoyun saw a withered old tree standing at the foot of the hillside, covered in ash and without a leaf.
Xiaoyun walked over and stroked the lonely old tree, feeling the same way: "Dead tree, dead tree, why are you so pitiful?" Other trees can blossom and bear fruit, only you can't, just like me ... "At some point, my nose was sour and tears came down.
She sat down against the tree, thinking about her thoughts. A small wild flower swayed in front of her. She suddenly patted her head and said, "Although I am poor, I can help you, dead tree!" " "Xiao yun took out his wand from his schoolbag and shook it at the old tree. Suddenly, a delicate morning glory stretched out from the thin branch. Xiao Yun cheered up and continued to wave his wand. Soon, all kinds of flowers appeared on the dead tree-peony, daffodil, Jin Juhua, and even fragrant red roses ... These flowers came from different seasons, and they gathered on the dead tree, making the old tree beautiful and full of vitality, just like a well-dressed bride.
"How beautiful!" Applause suddenly sounded behind him.
Xiaoyun got a fright. Looking back, it was a crown. Guan is the most handsome boy with the best grades in the class, and Xiaoyun usually doesn't dare to talk to him. He suddenly appeared in front of him, and Xiao Yun stood there.
Guan approached the old tree, carefully looked at the flowers all over the tree, and asked in surprise, "Did you make all these?"
"yes. I can't do other witchcraft, I can only make flowers grow. " This is a sore spot for Xiaoyun. She was embarrassed when she said it. "I'm so useless ..."
"No, xiao yun, you don't think so. You see, the flowers you planted are so beautiful that no one in the whole school can match you. Even teachers can't bloom more beautiful flowers. "
Xiao Yun said gloomily, "But what's the use of turning flowers into flowers? Your witchcraft can protect others, and Xiaoshi's witchcraft can benefit the people. Only my witchcraft is useless. "
Guan stepped forward, looked at Xiaoyun and said seriously, "No, it isn't. Xiao Yun, your witchcraft is useful. As long as you can use it in the right place, it will be useful! I'm here to advise you to go back to school ... go back and don't give up so easily. I know you like witchcraft. "
"But ..." Xiao Yun didn't want to promise, but looking at Guan's sincere eyes, he couldn't say anything and had to nod his head. "Ok, I'm going back."
Xiaoyun thought about giving up and going home to learn tailoring, but at the thought of Aguan's earnest words, he gritted his teeth and persisted.
A few days later, a great event that shocked the whole witchcraft kingdom happened-a big earthquake occurred in the southwest of the kingdom, which caused heavy losses and many people lost their homes. When Xiaoyun heard the news, he thought of the children who lost their parents in the disaster area. His heart was sour and sad, and he secretly cried several times.
Many teachers in the school have been sent to the disaster area to rebuild their homes for the victims with magic. The school also asked each class to choose a few students to help. In Xiaoyun's class, the teacher chose Guan and Xiaoshi, and several students who can practice witchcraft. Xiaoyun is the worst in the class, so naturally she was not chosen. But she still raised her hand and said loudly, "teacher, I want to go too!" " "
"What are you going to do?" The teacher frowned, shook his hand and said, "It's dangerous there. Nothing interesting. "
Xiaoyun said, "Teacher, I don't want to play. I want to help. I feel sorry for those children who have lost their parents. I want to help them! " The students all turned to look at her and talked about it. Many people laughed disdainfully. But Xiao Yun didn't flinch. She blushed, straightened her back and looked at the teacher bravely.
The teacher was embarrassed and scratched his head and said, "Your witchcraft is the worst in the class. You can't even stop bleeding. What can you do to help? " Don't go, don't give us any trouble. "Xiao Yun immediately replied," Although my witchcraft is not good, I can cook for the children, sing to them, tell stories and chat with them. Although I can't do much, I will try my best! One ant is weak, but thousands of ants can knock down the tree. Every ant in this is equally important! "
These powerful words calmed the class down, and the teacher looked at Xiaoyun with wide eyes, as if it was the first time to understand the student. At this time, Guan stood up and said, "Teacher, please let Xiaoyun go with us. I believe she can help. "
The teacher finally nodded and said, "All right."
A few days later, they came to the devastated disaster area. The whole earth was like being run over by a boulder, covered with gray bricks, and the buildings fell down one by one. At first glance, it's shocking. Teachers rebuild houses in broken walls, students treat the wounded in medical bases, and everyone has something to do. Xiaoyun is very busy, although she can't cure witchcraft. She brings food and water to the wounded in the hospital and takes care of their daily life from morning till night.
After a few days, Xiaoyun was tired and sore all over, but she was not worried about herself, but the children. They experienced a deep disaster and cast a lingering shadow on their hearts. The devastated disaster area outside the window will make them depressed. At night, they still can't sleep well. There will always be scenes of earthquakes in their dreams, and screams and shouts of relatives will appear. Such nightmares torment children almost every night.
One night, Xiaoyun was sleeping when he suddenly heard a loud cry from the ward. She dressed quickly and came to the ward. She saw a girl sitting on the bed crying with a quilt in her arms. Xiaoyun knows her. Her name is Fangfang. She is only six years old. During the earthquake, her father was injured in the leg by the collapsed wall in order to save her. Fangfang always dreams about the terrible scene at that time.
"Sister Xiaoyun, I'm afraid ..." Fangfang hugged Xiaoyun and cried in her arms. Tears wet Xiaoyun's clothes. Xiaoyun gently comforted her and patted Fangfang on the back.
After a while, Fangfang stopped crying and fell asleep slowly. Xiaoyun gently tucked her in, and then gently walked out of the room. At this time, the night is already deep, a few stars are shining in the night sky, and the wind is blowing from the corridor. Xiaoyun felt that his face was cold.
She was no longer sleepy and walked out of the hospital into the street. In the dark, those broken ruins look strange, like a group of wild animals lying in the dark. Xiaoyun was a little scared, but instead of going back, she got up the courage and made her way forward. Soon, she came to the center of the ruins.
"Ding-"As soon as she stretched her leg, the wand fell out of her trouser pocket. Xiaoyun picked up the wand and was about to put it back in his pocket. Suddenly, she had an idea.
She raised her wand and read aloud the flowering spell. Soon, a big flower was born at her feet. It crossed her knees and swayed in the night wind. "No, it's not enough ..." Xiao Yun muttered, waving his wand and reciting the spell over and over again. The flowers under her feet gradually spread to GAI. All kinds of beautiful flowers spread out like carpets, covered with falling walls, broken roads and broken bridges, and continued to spread in all directions. ...
Xiaoyun has never used such a wide range of witchcraft, and the energy in his body is rapidly consumed. Several times, she felt that her throat was dry and she couldn't cast a spell, but she didn't stop. Her voice echoed over the ruins, and flowers bloomed wherever it went. Finally, when the last ruins were covered with flowers, she stopped, bent down and gasped.
At this time, the barren ruins no longer exist, but a large fragrant garden. Countless flowers spread out in the cool night, swaying branches and spitting intoxicating fragrance. Xiaoyun stood in the middle of the garden and looked around. There were flowers everywhere. She smiled with satisfaction.
All the children didn't have nightmares that night. Miraculously, they dreamed that flowers were in full bloom at home. When they got up in the morning, they climbed to the window and were surprised to find flowers everywhere, covering the whole home, just like the scene in the dream. They all laughed happily. Since then, they have never had nightmares again.
After the rescue mission was completed, Xiaoyun and others returned to school. The headmaster held a general meeting of the whole school and publicly praised Xiaoyun. He said: "Xiaoyun is the pride of our school! Although she is not good at witchcraft, she is kind and sincere. She also built a fantastic garden for the children in the disaster area to keep them away from nightmares and let every child's heart bloom. This, even if all the teachers add up, is impossible. She is the cutest witch in the school! "
All the teachers and students in the school clapped their hands and the applause lasted for a long time. Xiaoyun shed tears in front of everyone and was too excited to speak.
At this time, Xiao Yun's ear faintly heard the voice of the crown, which was the sound wave he made with the voice witchcraft method: "Xiao Yun, you see, your witchcraft method is useful. In this world, everything and people play an irreplaceable role, as long as you can find your own unique way. You have proved this, and I am really happy for you! "
"hmm!" Xiao Yun nodded heavily, smiling as brightly as spring flowers.