Chapter 19 after school

An An is in primary school.After half a year, my mother felt that he could walk home by himself without having to use a car to pick him up. After all, it was only fifteen minutes and three turns. Fifteen minutes passed, and another fifteen minutes passed.Mom started to feel uneasy.Forty-five minutes after school, she called Michael—Michael, a half-Ceylonian-German, Ann’s best friend: "Michael, An An hasn't come home yet, do you know where he is?" "We left the classroom together. When I get home, he and Chris will continue to leave!" Michelle's voice was tender.

Mom immediately made the next call: "Chris, are you already home? What about Ann?" "We walked together! When I got home, he and Stephen continued walking!" Looking at the clock, it was almost an hour before school was over.Mom dialed the phone with a tiger face: "Steven, are you home too? Where's An An?" "I don't know wow!" Stephen was a fat boy, his mouth was blurry, as if he was chewing something, "When I get home, he will go away by himself!" An hour and ten minutes later, Mom picked up the car keys and was about to go out on patrol when the doorbell rang.

An An looked up, saw her mother's angry face, and asked in surprise, "What's the matter?" "What's the matter?" Mom was almost annoyed, "What's the matter? You still ask what's the matter! Come and sit down for me!" An An unloaded the schoolbag on her back, pouted and sat down on the corner of the sofa designated by her mother.His sneakers were covered with mud, the knees of his trousers were covered with dust, and his nails were all black. "Where have you been?" The interrogation began. "No!" An An opened her eyes wide.

"It's only fifteen minutes away. You walked for an hour and ten minutes. What did you do?" "Really not!" An An gradually became angry, her voice began to rush, "I walked with Michelle, Chris, and Steve, and I just walked home like this, without going anywhere or doing anything? !” He stood up angrily. The mother is a little short of breath; it seems that the child is not lying, but how could it take seventy minutes for a fifteen-minute journey? "An'an, mom is just worried, afraid that you will be hit by a car or abducted by bad guys. Mom is afraid that you will be late, understand?"

Nodded, "I know, but I really didn't go anywhere." Well, wash your hands and eat! In the days that followed, my mother was nervous several times and used her phone to track her down. Then An An appeared at the door with an innocent face.Once, he came back very late, about an hour and a half after school.Mom opened the door angrily, and saw An An sweating profusely, leaning to one side, "Mom help! Hurry up!" he said. In one hand he was carrying something so heavy that he couldn't stand upright.Mom took it over and saw that it was a broken screw in some kind of machine, made of iron, rusted to a mess, very heavy, at least ten kilograms in weight.

The mother stared blankly at the child, temporarily forgetting to be angry: "Where are you from?" An An wiped sweat with her sleeves, her cheeks flushed from heat and tiredness, but she was very happy that her mother asked, and said very proudly: "There is a construction site next to the school, I picked it up from there!" After speaking, he patted his shoulder. "You—" Mom looked at the ten-kilogram piece of scrap iron on the ground, feeling unbelievable, "You just brought it back all the way?" "That's right!" An An squatted down, and struggled to pick up the scrap iron with both hands, "I'm the only one! But I rested several times."

After finishing speaking, she was about to step into the door, but was blocked by her mother, "Wait a minute, what are you going to do?" "Take it in and put it away!" An An was puzzled. Mom shook her head, "No, put it under the pine tree in the garden, don't bring it into the house." An An excitedly ran towards the garden, embracing his ten-kilogram scrap iron with his small body. The mother decided to see for herself how the child walked the fifteen-minute, three-turn journey. At half past eleven, the clock struck.The children rushed out like a sky full of sparrows, chattering like a pot of boiling water.The child ran and jumped in thousands of different directions, and the mother sitting on the bench managed to keep an eye on An An and An An's best friend.

Four little boys walked in front (all boys, An An didn't play with girls), and their mother followed behind, separated by a distance.After passing a short wall, the little boys climbed up one by one, took a few thrilling steps, and jumped off; climbed up again, took a few thrilling steps, and jumped off... 11:45. Passing through a large iron gate deep in the courtyard, a mighty wolf dog barked from inside.Michel has turned the corner, and now there are only three boys.The three boys tiptoed towards the big iron gate. As soon as they approached the iron gate, the wolf dog rushed over, and the little boy retreated screaming, and the screams were mixed with exciting ecstasy.The wolfdog quieted down, and the little boy began to tiptoe towards the big iron gate again... and retreated screaming in ecstasy.Mom looked at her wrist, it was twelve o'clock.

Chris turned the corner and came to Chestnut Street.An An and Stephen suddenly landed on all fours, side by side, head to head studying something on the ground.They kneel on the ground, with square schoolbags protruding from their backs, like turtles carrying hard shells. There was a black ant on the ground, and the ant was using its thin hands and feet to try to drag away a dead green-eyed fly.A dead fly is at least twenty times larger than an ant, and the ant works very hard. Mom waited very hard.Twelve fifteen. Stephen turned.Goodbye, goodbye, tomorrow afternoon I will go to your house to play.

An An walked alone, carrying his colorful schoolbag, with his hands in his trouser pockets, whistling out of tune. Almost there!Mom thought, turning again is our Maihe Street. An An stay on your feet.He saw a beautiful vista: a construction site.He ran over. Oh, My God!Mom's heart sank.The construction site is messy, wooden boards, paint buckets, nails, brooms, brushes, plastic... An An kicked back and forth and searched for treasures intently.He finally saw something: a wooden bar about two meters long. He held the middle of the wooden bar and continued to walk forward. Twelve twenty-five.

Three doors away from home, which was Mrs. Miller's home, An An stopped, stopped under a big pine tree, and looked up.This time, Mom knew what he was waiting for.There lived two red-haired squirrels on the pine tree, and they often chased them back and forth on the tree trunk.Sometimes, they don't move at all, just sticking to the tree trunk, staring at the passers-by with their bright round eyes. Now, the two squirrels just settled on the tree trunk like this, and An An stood with her head up outside the hedge. They looked at each other with bright round eyes, so quiet that they seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeat. One hour and five minutes before school was over, seven and a half-year-old An An arrived at the door.He put a two-meter-long wooden bar on the ground, freed his hand and rang the doorbell.