In October, the creeper at Bei Yao's window withered. Teacher Xiao Zhao was busy changing pants for the boy in the corner. The little boy's eyes were silent, watching the yellow urine on his pants and under the wheelchair, without saying a word.
Seeing that the ignorant dolls outside the classroom picked up the hail, Teacher Xiao Zhao was afraid that he would die, and he didn't care that the black-haired boy had half of his pants off, so he hurried to bring the children back outside.
Only four little boys remained in the classroom, and a little girl in the front row who was sleeping with a fever.
Among the little boys, there is a fat boy named Chen Hu. Like the name, he has a tiger-headed head and a brain, and he is very healthy. There are two groups of plateau red on his white and fat cheeks, which is a circle larger than the other children.
Chen Hu rolled his eyes. He was looking at hailstones that he hadn't seen outside, but he was so close. He smelled urine. He shook his nose and turned his head. Pei Chuan in the wheelchair was lifting his pants by himself.
Unfortunately, he was empty below his knees, and he couldn't even take advantage of it.
For a long time, I could barely pull up the pants with urine, which covered the male sexual organs.
Chen Hu looked at the urine on the ground and said in the child's sharp and unbelievable tone: "Look at it! Pei Chuan is peeing on his pants! It's all over the place."
Several boys in the classroom turned back and covered their mouths.
"He's so dirty!"
"I just saw it, Teacher Zhao is changing his pants!"
"He's still wearing those trousers, look at where he pee, hey!"
Pei Chuan's pale and thin face was stained with a red tide of shame. Biting his lip, he yanked down the picture book to block the drenched place. Shaking, he looked at the teacher outside the kindergarten.
Teacher Xiao Zhao came in with the last child in his arms and scolded the children: "That's called hail, don't you know that you are not allowed to eat it! The teacher will inform your parents to pick you up in a while!"
Fearing that the children would not be obedient, he said sternly: "The little baby will never grow taller after eating hail!"
As soon as this remark came out, several children immediately turned pale, with tears in their eyes, crying loudly.
"Teacher, am I not growing taller anymore..."
Teacher Xiao Zhao said: "Of course not, I'll be fine if I go back tonight and eat more rice."
The innocent children burst into laughter.
But innocence is sometimes the cruelest. The little fat man turned his finger at Pei Chuan: "Mr. Zhao, Pei Chuan is peeing on his pants!"
As soon as these words came out, Teacher Xiao Zhao remembered that the child's pants in the corner had only taken off half. However, the little fat man yelled loudly, and everyone in the class heard him.
Pei Chuan was shaking, tears falling down. He didn't mean it, he didn't mean it...
Suddenly the children's immature discussion sounded.
"I won't pee my pants at the age of three!"
"Mom said it was a dirty child who peeed his pants."
"Pei Chuan has no legs, he is still peeing his pants, we will not play with him in the future!"
"Playing with him will piss your pants!"
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The voice of twitter finally awakened the little girl in the front row who had a fever.
Her cheeks flushed, her long eyelashes trembled, and she opened her steamy eyes.
The violent wind blew her two croissants, and Bei Yao blinked sluggishly, breathing hot. This immature body has no strength, she clearly remembers that she is dead, how could she...
She lowered her eyes, straightened up from the small round table, and looked at her soft and tender little hands with white and tender flesh.
Countless people behind him yelled Pei Chuan's name, and Bei Yao's breathing was stagnant, and she turned her head back with an incredible color.
The faded picture in the memory suddenly became vivid. Teacher Xiao Zhao is only twenty-six years old this year, with the tenderness and vigor of a young female teacher.
But the children looked at the small ball in the corner with the same hatred, showing disgusting eyes.
Through the crowd, Bei Yao could only see the big wheels of the wheelchair and the stiff body of the child above.
He gritted his teeth and raised his head, looking at these ignorant children with black and white eyes because of thin cheeks. The next second he quieted down, and he looked at his pants with tears in his eyes.
Bae... Bae Chuan...
Although she only glanced at it, Bei Yao was extremely sure that this was Pei Chuan when she was a child.
The five-year-old boy was unable to control his physiology because of his legs. He urinated his pants in class. This scene faded in everyone's memory, replaced by the crazy, stubborn but indifferent genius computer master eighteen years later.
For many people, it is a cruel and ruthless devil, who frantically researches software that is not conducive to the stability of society.
The devil Pei Chuan is now just a fragile child who has just lost his legs.
"Bei Yao." A little girl said, "We won't play with him anymore!"
Bei Yao is less than four years old and is the youngest child in the class.
Beiyao couldn't remember how she answered in her last life, it should be.
Making a place of urine in a kindergarten is a shameful thing for all ignorant children.
What's more, the child was terrible. His calf below the knee was chopped off, and the bottom half of his pants was empty. The children were scared and novel.
The classroom was in a mess, and the parents who picked up the children rushed over because of the hail. Teacher Zhao pushed the wheelchair away. Taking into account the little boy’s self-esteem, she had to go to the bathroom to help Pei Chuan change his pants, and then organize the children to return. Family.
Bei Yao was unable to watch Pei Chuan being pushed away, her sick voice was as weak as a cat: "Pei Chuan..."
No one heard it, and no one looked back.
She suddenly remembered the 23-year-old Pei Chuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair with no expression on her face, and her voice stiffened to protect her for the rest of her life. The little dumpling Bei Yao was taken aback, sighed softly, and lay down on the table.
Could it be that he had paid too much in his last life, and he was letting her pay off her debts in this life, right
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"Pei Chuan, don't be sad. The classmates will forget it tomorrow. The teacher has sandwich biscuits here. Do you have one?"
Pei Chuan whispered: "I want to go home."
"Then wait for mom to come, OK?"
Pei Chuan's fingertips were pale, and he bowed his head and said nothing.
This year, there is no mobile phone, and most of the few people with "big brother" have status. Teacher Xiao Zhao doesn't have one.
Pei Chuan's mother is a surgeon, and sometimes an operation will be busy until late at night, and his father is the captain of the criminal police team. His status is not simple and his work is also busy. Neither of them can tolerate sloppy work, and the little boy occasionally asks his neighbor to pick him up.
For example, Beiyao's, or the parents of children like Chen Hu and Fang Minjun. Will take him back by the way.
Parents came to the school one after another. Teacher Xiao Zhao had to look at the children. Today, another female teacher asked for leave, and the burden was on her alone, so she couldn't be too busy. Teacher Xiao Zhao pushed Pei Chuan back to the classroom after changing his pants, and took the building blocks to let him play.
Pei Chuan lowered his head and didn't move.
Bei Yao looked at him with complicated eyes.
In a person's life, what would Beiyao want to do most if it were to be repeated again
Of course, stay away from Huo Xu, honor your parents for a lifetime, and have nothing to do with Pei Chuan. The premise is that Pei Chuan did not leave a rich and colorful stroke before her death.
Her feelings for Pei Chuan are very complicated.
The hail is overwhelming and getting bigger and bigger. From time to time, parents rushed to complain: "Oh, what kind of weather is this horrible, the sun will fall in the morning, and the ice will fall in the afternoon."
Then there are bicycles riding bicycles, and those without a car are running with their children on their backs. The children waved their hands: "Goodbye, Teacher Zhao!"
"Goodbye Xiaowei! Goodbye Lili!"
Soon, Bei Yao's mother, Zhao Zhilan, also came with an umbrella.
In 1996, Ms. Zhao Zhilan was still young, with no fine lines on the corners of her eyes, and her blue short-sleeved shirt was capable and full of vitality.
Bei Yao looked away from Pei Chuan and looked at Zhao Zhilan, who was running up and down, her eyes became wet.
Zhao Zhilan picked her up: "Oh, bad girl, why are you crying? Are you scared by the hail?"
Bei Yao shook her head and lay on the woman's back, choked up a little. Parents are the best to children in the world. This is the truth that many people know but don't realize.
"Yes, hold the umbrella, mother is carrying you, and can't free her hand, you put the umbrella here on my shoulder and just touch it."
Zhao Zhilan greeted Teacher Xiao Zhao and left with her daughter on her back.
Bei Yao held the umbrella in her small hand, thought for a long time, and then turned her head.
Pei Chuan, the little boy in the corner, didn't look at her.
Chen Hu's father was the first to pick him up in the class, and Xiao Pang Tun rode on his father's shoulders, brave and proud.
Fang Minjun's grandma wrapped her apron and led her granddaughter back home.
Next is Bei Yao's mother...
Bei Yao followed his gaze, and Pei Chuan's eyes fell on a small piece of wet ground nearby. This is the result of Mr. Zhao, who was too late to deal with the urine and hurriedly left it behind.
She remembered the cold and gentle kiss of the man eighteen years later, and when she looked at Pei Chuan again, she felt a slight pain in her heart.
This great man of later generations was fragile and lonely when he was young and immature.
Bei Yao moved her finger, thinking about seeing Pei Chuan again, Zhao Zhilan had already ran a long way behind her back.
Pei Chuan raised his eyes, and his black eyes fell on the back of the girl who was running away with her mother on her back.
They went farther and farther, and finally disappeared.
There was a crackling sound of hail from the top of the head, and firecrackers were as lively as possible. Beiyao had no strength, couldn't speak, and was dizzy with fever. At the end of the classroom there was only a little boy with dark pupils sitting in a wheelchair.
The kindergarten is not far from home, but it is far from where Zhao Zhilan works. Zhao Zhilan's legs are fast, and within ten minutes he took Bei Yao home with hail.
The little girl has a fever and has fallen asleep.
When she woke up in a daze at night, Zhao Zhilan was rubbing her back with alcohol, and sighed helplessly: "When did you have a fever? I don't know how to tell the teacher. I won't be stupid."
Bei Licai came in from outside and came to see her daughter. The couple were shocked just like Bei Yao had burnt it. Fortunately, Baiyao’s dad is a doctor who runs a small pharmacy, so she came to see and prescribed the medicine again. Otherwise, it would be impossible to go to the hospital in this weather.
In 1996, there was only one child from Bei Yao, and his younger brother Bei Jun had not yet been born. When the couple became parents for the first time, the children were more elaborate.
Bei Licai touched her daughter's soft cheeks: "It's better, it's not that hot."
"I won't go to kindergarten tomorrow, you just go out tomorrow morning and tell Teacher Xiao Zhao."
Bei Yao was half awake, and suddenly heard her parents mention Pei Chuan.
Zhao Zhilan: "The child is not picked up today. I think Juan'er hasn't gotten off work now, and Pei Jianguo hasn't come home yet!"
"Such a small baby will be ruined in the second half of his life, hey..."
The parents sighed faintly into a dream.
Bei Yao remembered the appearance of that indifferent man struggling to fall into his wheelchair and hug him a few years later.
They all said he was the devil, and she was a little afraid of him being taciturn.
But this devil is still a little boy now.
At dawn, Bei Yao opened her eyes, and the fever had faded a lot.
Zhao Zhilan is making breakfast, and Bei Yao's room door is open.
Bei Licai entered the door and went to the kitchen: "I just asked Teacher Xiao Zhao for leave, but she said..."
Bei Yao looked through the old living room furniture. A heavy sigh was heard.
"Pei Chuan hasn't picked up all night..."
Bei Yao was startled.
The temperature dropped last night, the coldest summer night. Pei Chuan could not wait for anyone in the world.
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 are leaking during the tooth replacement, the bite is 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, and 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 went 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, what's so funny about learning to sing." Then she looked at Pei Chuan, "Continue to sing with the teacher."