In October, the creeper at Bei Yao's window withered.
More than sixty pairs of black eyes in the classroom looked at Pei Chuan.
The old fan in the June classroom creaked and made a dull and gray sound. The window was ajar, and the breeze came in with the scorching heat of summer, dull and blazing.
He did not have the strength to resist this year, and his bloodless lips moved: "Amen, a vine in front of..."
His voice is dumb, and because he rarely speaks, his singing is not as vivid and clear as a child, but like an old record player, dumb and unpleasant. Because the front teeth were leaking while changing teeth, the bite was not clear.
With Chen Hu as the starting point, a burst of laughter broke out in the classroom.
The children pressed their lips and laughed, the organ sound continued in the classroom.
Pei Chuan bit his lip.
Teacher Zhu was still playing and signaled Pei Chuan to continue singing along: "The green land of Anen has just sprouted."
He fell silent, and the fan above his head was spinning. Pei Chuan stopped speaking in laughter.
The heat of the body's blood rushes straight to the cheeks, more than shame. In the end, there was a paleness on the cheeks.
Teacher Zhu frowned, and first scolded the children who were jokes in the classroom: "Don't laugh anymore, what's so funny about learning to sing." Then she looked at Pei Chuan, "Continue to sing with the teacher."
However, no matter how she taught, Pei Chuan didn't speak any more.
His dark eyes fell on the music book in the textbook, and Bei Yao saw that his fingers were shaking.
Teacher Zhu is not in a good mood. This is like an invisible confrontation between a teacher and a student, as if he can no longer speak up today and he will no longer have prestige.
Bei Yao was bored, she was also afraid of the teacher, but she plucked up the courage to stand up, her tender and crisp voice echoed in the classroom, and then the teacher's voice sang: "The snail is carrying that heavy shell, step by step Climb up, Ashu and two oriole birds, Axi, happily laughing at it..."
She also leaks when she sings, and even slightly runs off the tune.
However, she sang loudly, Xia Yang shifted, and a warm silhouette fell at the door of the classroom. The female doll who sang out of tune and leaked a lot of laughter.
Chen Hu beat the table: "Hahahabeiyao is so funny." The teacher asked the legless Pei Chuan to sing, but didn't let her sing. She sang so funny. Basically no sentence is in tone.
Pei Chuan's gaze, which had been hanging down, slowly lifted up.
She was six years old this year, her cheeks were soft, her voice was immature, her small fists were clenched in the laughter of everyone, and she blushed and sang. He can even see her unfinished baby teeth.
She seemed to want to cry a little, she lowered her eyes to see his gaze, the next moment Myolie's eyes curled up and turned into a bright smile.
Without front teeth, it's ugly.
He thought so.
But he knew that when Teacher Cai was teaching everyone to sing, Bei Yao clearly did not go out of tune.
She shared away all the laughter.
~
After the singing incident, Teacher Zhu also realized that it was not so good. Although Pei Chuan still did not speak later, she did not let him sing alone anymore.
Primary school time was as calm as water, and everyone was used to seeing Pei Chuan without legs, and it didn't feel strange and weird anymore.
His tense nerves got the most peaceful period of time.
The only change was that the soft and cute girl next to him changed her hairstyle.
On a Monday in the third grade, her two buds disappeared. Instead, a small pony tail was tied behind her. It was a little more refreshing and less childish, showing white cheeks with baby fat.
Bei Yao and the little girl at the back table sat back after turning over the flower rope, and heard the low-pitched voice of the boy beside him: "Where are your hair bands?"
Now Pei Chuan talks to her occasionally, and every time she hears him speak, she is full of joy. His heart is like a stone, and every beating is so difficult.
Baiyao touched her ponytail, the little milk's voice gradually changed a little, but her mouth was still soft: "Throw it away. Mom said that you can't tie it twice in the third grade."
She happily touched the ponytail on her head: "Does it look good now?"
The boy's thin lips said indifferently: "It doesn't look good."
Bei Yao put her chin on the table and sighed quietly. She knew that she was not as good-looking as Min Min. The little girl in the third grade gradually began to realize what is beautiful and round.
Now her memory has stopped expanding to the first day of the first day. Fang Minjun in the first day of the first year is Ban Tweed, and Bei Yao remembers that she still has baby fat on her cheeks.
As Bei Yao remembered, the road from Chaoyang Elementary School in C City to the community began to be rebuilt. It was originally a narrow path, but now it is piled with concrete and stones.
Children like to stay and play after school, but now they can’t take the big road, they have to take the small road.
Xiaobeiyao was sad to find that everything was as she remembered, when her uncle drove into someone, and her mother paid for her family to help lose money. Her family is very poor recently.
Pei Chuan was picked up by Pei Haobin on a motorcycle, and he saw Bei Yao on the road. She was walking with the two little girls with her schoolbag on her back, all three little girls with smiles on their faces.
He was still protected by Pei Haobin in front of the motorcycle.
Pei Chuan suddenly said: "Dad, next time I sit back."
"Why do you want to sit in the back, be safe in front, and dad can look at you."
The boy didn't explain much: "I sit back and pull your clothes."
Pei Chuan knew that his legs were not good, so he exercised his arm strength under the guidance of his mother.
When they arrived home, they happened to see Zhao Zhilan coming out to take out the garbage.
Now Bei Yao walks to and from school by herself, and Zhao Zhilan will not pick her up again.
Pei Chuan asked Pei Haobin to put down the wheelchair, and Pei Chuan got into the wheelchair: "I will sit down for a while."
Although Pei Haobin was surprised, he was pleased with his son's brighter thoughts. He didn't think too much: "Call Dad when you want to go home."
"Ok."
Pei Chuan waited for Zhao Zhilan to finish dumping the trash and go home. He was silent for a moment, and drove the wheelchair toward the trash depot.
His arms are now stronger than all children, and the wheelchair will no longer be rushed in his hands.
He attached himself, and the trash depot was stinking.
Pei Chuan didn't have any expression, his pale fingers pulled apart the black plastic bag, found the slippery green ribbon from it, and picked it out.
Why don't you wear it anymore? Will it change when I grow up
Before the children in the community came back, Pei Chuan had already returned home.
Jiang Wenjuan finished the meal. In the past two years, the relationship between her and Pei Haobin is not salty or weak, and the two of them are still busy at work. However, Jiang Wenjuan is obviously in a very good mood today. She bought a bottle of drink and spoke at the dinner table: "A friend I met at the hospital said that Xiaochuan's current situation can be fitted with a prosthesis, and he has a friend who does this."
Pei Haobin frowned: "Is it reliable?"
"Of course." Jiang Wenjuan looked at Pei Chuan, her brows softened, "Xiao Chuan will be able to stand up soon, is Gao unhappy?"
Pei Chuan didn't speak, he bends his lips.
When Pei Haobin saw this, he didn't say much. Pei Chuan will soon be nine years old, and it is very important to be able to take care of himself. Although my son does not seem to have any mental illness, it is always good to be able to stand up.
Pei Chuan took leave from the school and went to the installation unit to check.
The technician is a kind uncle. He smiled and asked, "Can uncle check it?"
Pei Chuan nodded, and his big warm hand touched his stump. Jiang Wenjuan watched anxiously. The hand under Pei Chuan's shirt was clenched into a fist. He exhausted his willpower to resist the stump that was touched. .
"Do you have frequent massages? It's well protected, and it's easier to shape your body. After I go back today, I will use a temporary prosthesis for plastic exercise. I will take a mold and get the finished prosthesis in a while."
Jiang Wenjuan nodded quickly.
Pei Chuan looked at the gray sky, and he almost forgot what it was like to walk
~
Prosthetic exercises are very tiring, and Pei Chuan has been doing this simple and boring training all winter.
It was not his leg, it was cold and not warm.
The color was also different from his skin. He touched it. It turned out that when he grew up, his legs would not grow back. It was the only substitute.
The prosthetic technology was only developed in 2000. At the beginning, it was in line with international standards. Pei Chuan's family was considered an ordinary well-to-do and could afford this expense.
At first he couldn't find his center of gravity and fell violently twice.
However, Pei Chuan did not cry. He held on to the bar and practiced earnestly and attentively until he sweated out in the winter. Jiang Wenjuan covered her lips, and she shed tears as she watched her son stumble and walk.