The third floor is the children’s toy city, which is innocent and cheerful compared to the second floor.
Pei Chuan looked down at her, and she took out a "safe and happy" red envelope from the left pocket of the school uniform. Bei Yao is very sincere: "Thank you for saving Bei Jun. My mother said that our family has nothing to thank you for. She wants to come and see you, but you won't live in Pei's house anymore."
His dark eyes fell on the red envelope.
The girl's cheeks are pink: "Well... there are not many red packets, my family is a bit poor, you know. This is my parents' mind."
When Pei Chuan grew up so old, it was the first time someone gave him money.
He knew that he might have a bad reputation in their sixth middle school, but she still gave it. Pei Chuan whispered: "No, I am not short of money."
She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes pure: "Okay." Bei Yao put the red envelope back in her left pocket, and then took out something from her right pocket.
He fixed his eyes on her hand, and his heart beat faster for a moment.
The girl's voice was soft and waxy, and asked for his opinion: "Can this be accepted?"
A "Jing Wanhong" scald ointment sold for only a few dollars this year.
"Pei Chuan, do your hands still hurt?" Her voice was soft and soft, piercing into people's hearts.
He knew that he shouldn't accept it, and he could not accept it, just like the weightless red envelope, rejecting her. But he stiffened his body, like a knuckle in his throat, his heartbeat accelerated, and he stretched out his right hand.
Pei Chuan’s palm has a broken palm.
It is said that such a palm hitting is painful, but it can endure hardship and is hardworking. The young man practiced boxing, his joints were wide and distinct, and his palms were still red and swollen.
She gently placed it in his palm: "You can't wash your hands with boiling water in the future, don't you know?"
His voice was low and inaudible: "Yeah."
She found it when she tied up a hydrogen balloon for him last night, as soon as she thought of the dripping and steaming water stains on the floor of his room. Bei Yao went to school early in the morning and went to the infirmary first. At this time, it was half past six in the afternoon, and Bei Yao had not eaten, and had to rush back before eight o'clock for the first evening study.
Pei Chuan knew she had to go.
He squeezed the box of ointment and put it in his pocket.
"Goodbye Pei Chuan, I'm going back."
He watched her go downstairs, the girl's thin and thin back gradually walked away.
The door of the elegant room on the second floor was open, the food was completely cold, and Pei Chuan hadn't returned yet. Jin Jinyang had a big heart, and said with a smirk: "Let's find it."
They went upstairs, Pei Chuan stood in front of the window with his hands in his trouser pockets, quiet and speechless.
This silent boy like a mountain was nothing like the Chuan brother they knew.
Jin Jinyang said, "Brother Chuan? Are you still eating?"
Pei Chuan shook his head: "Stop eating."
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In October, Qingqiu National Day, the day when the whole world is celebrated, the school is also closed.
The military parade is being released on TV, and the development of the motherland is prosperous.
It rained on the night of October 2nd, and the light rain could not stop the lively celebration outside the window. The stronger the motherland, the better the life of the people. Pei Chuan changed clothes in the room and caught a small button off guard.
His expression froze for a moment.
The button-like remote control, like a Pandora's Box, tempted him to open it.
He didn't drop it, but he didn't press it once.
Pei Chuan picked it up, put it next to the desk, and turned to take a bath in the bathroom.
He came back after washing, but his eyes were glued on it again.
He pursed his lips and told himself, just listen this time.
He pressed it on and turned on his Bluetooth headset. The small light spot on the button was beating to the southeast, like his irregular heartbeat, which made his chest feel bored with anticipation. After the summer camp, it remained undamaged.
After a brief electric noise in the earphones, he heard the patter of rain on the other end.
Then Zhao Zhilan said, "Yaoyao, take your clothes."
The girl Nuonuo replied, "Mom, I've received it."
Zhao Zhilan hurried into the room. Her daughter was doing homework in the room. Her son Bei Jun fell asleep holding a small sword on the sofa. Bei Jun curled up into a ball with tears on his face and covered with the quilt that Bei Yao put up on him.
He was awakened, opened his eyes and saw Zhao Zhilan, and then cried loudly: "Mom!"
Zhao Zhilan was startled by his crisp voice: "What's the matter?"
"I threw my sister's doll into the washing machine, I didn't mean it."
Zhao Zhilan brows and rushes to her balcony to take a look. As expected, the clothes are clean and tidy. Then she sees a panda playing in their trash can. The puppet slipped its thread, was washed and faded, and the cotton wool has turned out. , Dying.
Zhao Zhilan turned her head and saw her daughter Bei Yao touching Bei Jun's head. Bei Jun was even more sad: "I didn't mean it, I saw the little bear is dirty."
Zhao Zhilan wanted to beat up this energetic and kind-hearted bear kid.
Zhao Zhilan said: "This doll has been with my sister for almost twelve years, you have to call this panda brother, you throw me the washing machine and it broke!"
Bei Jun has wet eyelashes. He looks three-pointers like Bei Yao, like a beautiful porcelain doll. He is sad: "Sorry, Brother Xiong, Bei Jun is wrong."
Bei Yao couldn't help but smiled: "Well, sister didn't blame you."
Zhao Zhilan said fiercely: "You. Mom, I blame you, come here and get beaten!"
Bei Jun choked and passed, Zhao Zhilan gave him a slap. Bei Jun didn't hide, so he said, "I have pocket money, so I can buy one for my sister."
This child makes a headache when he is naughty, and distressed when he is sensible.
Zhao Zhilan would like to say, where can you guys buy toys that were not unique twelve years ago? But seeing Bei Yao shook her head. Although she felt lost, she knew that Bei Jun didn't mean it. The children were more sad than her. She pulled her younger brother: "Okay, no panda, okay to buy a little rabbit?"
Bei Jun rubbed his eyes: "Does Sister like little rabbits?"
"Yes."
"Then I will buy a little bunny for my sister, and it will be sold next to our kindergarten!"
"Thank you Xiaobei Jun."
The child broke his tears into a smile.
The sound of the rain was pattering, but the human voice gradually faded away. Pei Chuan returned to his senses, threw the buttons into the trash can and closed his eyes.
After a long while, he put on his clothes again and got up, and the autumn night was a bit cold. He drove the car and walked around the toy store to find it.
His car has been modified, but outsiders can't clearly see that it is suitable for disabled people. After all, it is a good car. He is only eighteen months away, and the driver's license he applied for was handled by "those people". They don't care about his age, as long as he has outstanding means and abilities, he can do anything.
The pixels of the photos on the phone are not good. A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with her old schoolbag washed white. She turned her head, her big eyes curled, and the color of the entire starry sky. The picture faded a bit, the cute little panda who liked to unconsciously pull her ears when she started class.
He pointed it to the shopkeeper.
The owner shook his head: "Where is this kind of thing? We have something better in our store, do you want it?"
He drove across the street and the tires splashed. Walk through the city at night.
The sky gradually became clear, and the morning sun rose. Pei Chuan realized that some things existed in the years, and more than ten years later, the whole city would never find a second one.
Pei Chuan leaned in the car and smoked a cigarette to wake up his chaotic mind. Jin Jinyang called at this time: "Qing Shi, are you coming?"
His voice was dumb: "Come on."
He didn't know what he was doing this night, how many times he knocked on the door, and what he was crazily longing for.
Turn the steering wheel and go to the world.
Jin Jinyang lazily yawned and said, "I asked a lot of people over to play today. I slept all over the world last night. Why did you get up so early, Brother Chuan, huh? Your clothes are still wet?"
The probe looked out: "It's not raining anymore."
Pei Chuan ignored him.
He leaned on the sofa, his stump aching. In fact, the modified car didn't let him abuse his body so much.
Pei Chuan ordered a glass of wine.
He snorted lightly when the strong wine entered his throat, laughing at himself as stupid last night. Eavesdropping on this matter and using it on his parents, didn't it make his heart colder? Used it on her, what was going crazy last night
He won't go again, he's not crazy!
Jin Ziyang said: "When did this thing have been installed here? Hahaha, can you hold it together?"
He voted for a coin, and before it was caught, he saw Brother Chuan stride over, and he looked at it for a while and was strangely silent.
"Find someone to open this!"
Jin Jinyang: "Oh oh... ah?" Isn't it
Jin Yang went to the front desk to ask. The front desk said, "The key is not here. It's too early. The master who installed that didn't come yesterday. That thing is safe, and it's for the girls to play with."
Jin Ziyang faithfully relayed what the front desk had said.
Pei Chuan's lips pressed tightly.
Then he exchanged a hundred coins and threw them in one by one.
Jin Yang was dumbfounded: "..."
Pei Chuan doesn't know this. Either the doll hasn't touched it, or it can't be clipped, Jin Yang can't stand it anymore: "Forget it or else, you like to buy an Ann's house to play."
At the seventy-third coin, he picked up a pink pig.
Jin Jinyang was very excited: "Awesome!"
Seeing that Pei Chuan had exchanged another one hundred, and then clipped it.
Purple Monkey, Smurf, Little Bee, Long-eared Rabbit...
One by one was clamped out.
Jinyang Yang went from onlookers to despair, why is this, do you want to clip it? What kind of hobby is Brother Chuan
When Zheng Hang came, he was taken aback for a moment: "Brother Chuan is this?" He and Jin Jinyang piled up a mess of dolls.
"It's crazy. It's more than 500 times."
Don’t your hands hurt? The machine is going to be broken.
A black and white, naive little panda finally fell out. Pei Chuan picked it up and walked out.
Jin Yang suspected that he was not awake: "FUCK? I stood there all morning to watch Brother Chuan pick up a panda that is not as big as my slap?"
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In the early morning of October 3rd, the air was very refreshing. It rained all night and the air was covered with shallow moisture.
The Beijun family got up first, the curtains were scratched, he rubbed his eyes and saw a remote-controlled plane.
"Wow!" So cool.
Bei Jun didn't wear any pants, so he ran to open the curtains. Fortunately, the windows were not closed, otherwise he would not be able to push the windows.
The remote control plane seemed to understand his intentions, and finally flew in and fell into his hands.
It was heavy, with a cute little panda tied to it.
Bei Jun didn't know what it meant.
For the child, it was as powerful as a superhero. He ran out with cheers, and was beaten by Zhao Zhilan for not wearing pants.
He didn't care, raising the little bear in his hands: "Sister's little bear is back! It was brought by God Sath!"
Zhao Zhilan puts on his pants, it's amazing, it's really the same.
Bei Jun went to knock on his sister's door, and the little milk yelled vigorously, extremely excited.
Bei Yao opened the door, and the girl draped her long hair on her shoulders. She knelt down and took the little panda from her younger brother.
Bei Jun asked: "Did Sass sent it back?" He watched too many cartoons. Sass was an omnipotent male god in a cartoon.
Bei Yao's gentle and smiling eyebrows were bathed in the morning light. She tilted her head and touched the red panda with her fingertips, which still had the wetness of the morning.
She gently told her brother: "Yes."
She took the red panda and walked to the window, rose flowers wrapped around the branches, she looked down, and there was only a lush greenery at the gate of the community, as if that person had never been in the future.