Mr. He’s Daily Affections

In the late summer and early autumn, the scenery is still green, dotted with a few touches of red.

The breeze is gentle.

Ziyi looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally had a plan in mind, picked up the brush and started painting.

…

It was quiet all around, except for the rustle of the wind blowing through the grass.

All students focus on their paintings.

But at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the situation suddenly changed.

The wind howled and the rain poured down without warning.

Hurry up! The teacher was frightened by the sudden heavy rain and shouted quickly, Hurry up and pack the easel, find a place to take shelter from the rain first, don't rush down the mountain, be careful of slipping!

Needless to say, the students also started to pack their things, and all of them looked unhappy.

Ji Siyu rolled up the drawing paper distressedly and put it into the tube, complaining in a low voice: It's so annoying, my drawings are all wet.

Yes, yes, an afternoon of hard work was almost ruined. The classmate next to me echoed, And I haven't finished the drawing yet.

Everyone put their easels on their backs and followed the teacher to take shelter under the trees. Logically speaking, such a heavy rain would not last long, so they decided to wait until the rain stopped before going down the mountain.

Check the number of people, is everyone here? Monitor! the teacher shouted, come and take a roll call!

Okay. Ji Siyu responded quickly and started to call the names. There were more than twenty people in the class, and she had already known the list by heart, and soon everyone had been named by her.

He Ziyi! Ji Siyu called last.

No one answered.

Ji Siyu suddenly felt something in her heart because she remembered that He Ziyi was not with them.

Teacher, He Ziyi is not here! Ji Siyu said loudly.

The teacher was startled: He Ziyi? Where is she?

Teacher, I know where she is. I'll call her. Ji Siyu volunteered.

Go, go, call her back! The teacher's face turned pale.

He was just leading a team. If the eldest lady of the He family was lost, he would definitely not be able to carry around.

Ji Siyu handed the easel to the classmate next to him and rushed into the rain to find He Ziyi, with two boys following behind her.

They didn't bring umbrellas, so they had to pull their coats high over their heads. The three people were soon soaked by the heavy rain.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for them to see He Ziyi's easel.

Ji Siyu felt happy. She was about to call someone, but found that the easel was empty, and He Ziyi was not there at all.

Ziyi? she shouted loudly, He Ziyi?

The two boys also called He Ziyi's name, but no one answered.

Ji Siyu's heart sank.

Did she go somewhere to take shelter from the rain? one of the boys guessed, his eyes being hit by the heavy rain and unable to open.

No... Ji Siyu's face turned a little pale. She stared blankly at the easel. The half-finished painting had been washed away by the rain and its original appearance could not be seen. If she went to hide from the rain, she would definitely I’ll put the painting away.”

Ji Siyu knew how much He Ziyi valued her works. She could not bear to see her works being washed away and abused by the heavy rain. Therefore, even if she wanted to take shelter from the rain, the first thing she did was to put away her paintings.

What should we do now? the boy asked loudly.

Look for it! Ji Siyu said decisively, Zi Yi must be nearby. Her easel is still here, so she must not have gone far.