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It rained for many days in a row, like a trick, although it relieved the heat, it also arrested people.

Yao An was trapped in the house every day, and was happy to be ordered by Grandma Yao, running from the east end of the house to the west end, like the sun without a shadow, and almost went to the house to uncover the tiles.

Grandpa Yao called his grandson to play chess, but he didn't show any mercy, and he always made a move of "beating the cow across the mountain". Yao An was defeated by the loud laughter every time.

At this time, he would look back at Yao Jianqi who was isolated from the outside world at the table, where he would sit there unmoved every day and draw some small pictures with a brush, which looked pretty decent.

The painting is all about the fish in the tank.

Yao An rescued it from grandma's spatula a few times, and it was hard to talk about it, but in the end the sentence "Yao Jianqi likes it" worked, and it spared the fish's life.

The sound of the rain gradually became thinner, Yao An moved his ears sensitively, and went out to check, the rain was indeed light.

Just when he was bored, with the tank at his feet again, he ran to Yao Jianqi's place with one thought in his mind, and patted him on the shoulder.

Yao Jianqi stopped the pen tip for a moment, frowned and turned his head slightly, keeping his eyes and hands on the painting.

Knowing that he was listening, Yao An said, "Let's go pick lotus leaves."

Seeing that Yao Jianqi didn't show interest, he continued: "Pick it up and put it in the tank, and decorate it for your precious fish. It's such a shabby lonely fish."

Only then did Yao Jianqi completely stop writing, but he didn't stop, he seemed to be hesitating.

"Hurry up, I'll get the umbrella." Yao An pretended that he agreed, and ran to the bedroom.

There were piles of debris in the house, and grandpa didn't care about trivial things. Yao An called grandma a few times, but she didn't answer, and only found an old thing on the bed of Yao Jianqi's bed.

Only then did Yao Jianqi put down his pen and stood up. He didn't intend to go out, but was covered by something around his head, and then half-pushed towards the outside of the house.

He looked at the ground under his feet all the way, until he stopped, and then slowly lifted the things on his head, revealing a pair of blank eyes.

That is a bamboo hat.

It was only now that Yao Jianqi realized that he was standing in the drizzle, but there was no silver wire touching his body, and the huge bamboo hat completely covered him up, as if he was wearing a small umbrella.

Yao An stood in front of him, glanced him up and down with great satisfaction, waved his hand, and led the way.

There are few pedestrians on the country road, Yao Jianqi walks on one side of the mountain, Yao An walks on the other side, and when he passes by a household by chance, he must have a few words with each other, and they will ask: "Is it your relative?"

"Hey, that's right." Yao An said.

After many twists and turns and exchanging pleasantries, they came to a mud pond.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mud pond. The recent rain has washed away the surrounding dirt, and some of the water has covered the lotus leaves, and a few clumps stand upright. There are no lotus flowers.

Yao An patrolled around the pond, his mouth slowly pouted, and he looked dissatisfied.

But there are only lotus in this area for a few miles.

That family just stole the fish last time, and he didn't dare to pluck the hair from the air donkey.

"That's it." Yao An clapped his hands, "It's not for nothing."

Yao An leaned towards the shore, grabbed two lotus leaves, and slid them a few times before breaking them off.

He lowered the lotus leaf, rolled the dew on it, and said to Yao Jianqi: "Hold it, it can keep out the rain."

Yao Jianqi took a branch and brushed the sand off the leaves.

Yao An rubbed the mud under his feet on the stone, poking his head around.

He held the lotus leaf above his head and asked Yao Jianqi to wait there, then ran down the slope to the stream.

Looking along the edge of the stream, he actually saw a small clump of lotus, hidden in the water, as delicate and pretty as a big girl, powder puffed.

After the rain, the amount of water is very abundant, the stream is bubbling, much faster than before, but the flowers are standing on the other bank, with only a stone in the middle, which has been mostly submerged by the water, showing its pointed head.

Yao An hesitated a little.

He measured the distance with his eyes, walked back and forth a few more steps, and saw Yao Jianqi approaching from a distance, avoiding a quagmire dangerously, came to him, and saw the lotus.

"Do you want it?" Yao An supported his knees and bent down.

The stream hit the bank and splashed on Yao Jianqi's calf. He glanced lightly at the lotus on the other bank, then shook his head.

"Stupid." Yao An chuckled, "Get out of the way."

After rubbing the mud off the soles of his feet, Yao An tried to run to the shore, just three steps away.

He stared intently at the river rock, stepped back, clenched his fists, and ran without thinking too much.

The foot off the shore kicked just right, and Yao An's toes touched the stone, and he jumped to the opposite stone seat nimbly.

He shouted hello to himself in his heart.

Clapping his hands and standing up straight, he went over and broke off the lotus stem, and another one that was half-closed and not fully bloomed, and took it down with him.

Yao An shook the harvest in Yao Jianqi's hand at the other side.

After showing off enough, he started to run up and crossed easily.

Easily.

lightly……

"what!"

If Yao An was happy when he was in mid-air, then the next second, he was in pain.

The stones in the stream were wet and slippery by the water. He accidentally flew out when he landed, and his butt fell into the water.

Even though the water was covered with aquatic plants, the piercing pain still came from his buttocks, but Yao An had no time to take care of it, he was about to be washed down.

Two meters away is a fault, and the river converges into a waterfall, pouring down the water with endless spray.

Yao An held the stone with his left hand and held the lotus flower high with his right, fearing that it would be washed away, he pulled himself back with great difficulty.

Yao Jianqi, who saw this scene, ran to the bank, and Yao An yelled: "Stay here and don't move!"

Yao An knew that it would be best to throw the flowers away, grab the rocks with both hands, and swim back at worst, but he was not reconciled.

It was easy to get it back.

You can't let the little kid see the joke.

Thinking of this, he added a few more strengths to his hands. He had never pulled Yan Muchun's thighs so hard before, his feet thumped, the water was fast but not deep, and he finally fished himself back.

Yao An moved slowly towards the shore, but his arms were not long enough to reach the opposite side.

A stalk stretched out before his eyes.

Yao Jianqi held the lotus leaf with both hands, half kneeled on the bank, and turned the lotus stalk to him.

Yao An looked up at him, but what he was thinking in his heart was: The little brat is really disobedient.

In the end, he grabbed the lotus leaf, but he didn't dare to use too much force. He moved a few steps with difficulty, and finally stretched it with all his strength, held Yao Jianqi's hand, and rushed to the shore before the lotus stem broke.

Yao Jianqi was pulled to the point of collapse, but Yao An helped him to stand firm.

Yao An finally fell to the ground exhausted, his chest was throbbing, and there seemed to be the sound of splashing water in his ears.

He took a few breaths, turned his head, and lifted up two lotus branches, which were just shoulder-to-shoulder with Yao Jianqi.

"Here, this is for you."