In October, the creeper in front of Beiyao's window withered.
As soon as Teacher Xiao Zhao left, Chen Hu stared at Bei Yao with red eyes. Then the little fat man snorted and left.
In the afternoon, the children were making paper, and Pei Chuan was standing at the door, never coming. Teacher Xiao Zhao pushed his wheelchair, and he pressed his lips tightly against the door with his fingers. Teacher Xiao Zhao was afraid of pinching his fingers, so she had to give up.
Bei Yao knew what he was looking at, and his parents have not come to pick him up yet.
She vaguely remembered that in elementary school, Uncle Pei and Aunt Jiang Wenjuan were divorced, Pei Chuan and father. However, she didn't pay attention to him at that time, and actually forgot the specific grade of elementary school.
Bei Yao stayed for the whole afternoon.
She is not a real child, and naturally it is impossible for her to be as interested in these games as a real child. And she was having a fever, the high fever made her chaotic and devoid of energy.
If you really want to grow up with the memory and soul of an adult, it's actually quite uncomfortable.
When school was over, the parents came to pick up their children one after another.
Chen Hu's father was still the first to come, and the little fat man stood up from the small bench triumphantly, and gave Bei Yao a sideways glance when he passed by Bei Yao. However, what he hates even more is Pei Chuan. When he went out, he said loudly to Pei Chuan: "Your father won't come to pick you up!"
Pei Chuan raised his eyes and looked at Chen Hu quietly with a pair of dark eyes. Pale fingers gripped the wheelchair silently.
The little fat man ran away in a hurry.
Bei Yao is so angry!
bad boy!
Bei Yao’s mother, Zhao Lanzhi, got off work a bit late, so Fang Minjun usually came to pick her up. In the end, only Bei Yao, Pei Chuan and Teacher Xiao Zhao were in the classroom.
Teacher Xiao Zhao cleaned up the confetti left by the children, Bei Yao looked at Pei Chuan's back, and walked over.
The sunset fell in the courtyard, and she took a paper airplane in her hand and placed it gently on his lap.
Pei Chuan's wheelchair is not tall, but sitting on it is taller than the four-year-old girl.
Pei Chuan looked at her.
She smiled, and Myolie's eyes curled up, and she said in a soft milky voice: "Here you are, my name is Bei Yao. Our house is very close, shall we go home together?"
Pei Chuan was cold, and was caught off guard and threw the plane.
Go away without you.
She actually understood the message in his eyes.
However, Xiao Pei Chuan forgot that it was a paper airplane. The breeze drove the paper airplane and flew far away lightly. Fall in front of the plum tree in the garden.
Bei Yao glanced at the paper airplane, then turned to look at him.
The next moment she stepped on her short legs to pick it up, she ran back and put the paper plane on his lap cherished, the light in her eyes remained unextinguished.
Pei Chuan felt angry, even though he didn't know why, he gritted his teeth and threw it.
The little girl continued to pick it up for him, every time she picked it up, she was afraid of slapping her ashes, put it on his lap, and smiled at him with her head up.
Waiting for the sixth time, she carefully placed it on his lap.
He tore it blankly.
Bei Yao's yellowish hair was soft, and it was tied with two small pulls.
Pei Chuan felt that she would definitely cry, just like Chen Hu, crying earth-shattering, and then complained to the teacher. All the kids in the kindergarten didn't like him. Before he broke his leg, he was taciturn and had no friends. The children find him withdrawn and difficult to get along with.
Bei Yao knew that all the injured people were like a hedgehog, but their hearts were still soft.
She asked her four-year-old child in a naive tone: "If you don't play anymore, shall we go home? My mother didn't come to pick me up. Can we go home by ourselves?"
He didn't speak, but when Bei Yao reached out to touch his wheelchair, he suddenly raised his hand and hit her on the back of the hand.
He didn't show any mercy at all, with a crisp "pop". Her soft hands suddenly turned red.
Bei Yao subconsciously retracted her hand.
She looked down at her little hand, and Pei Chuan was also looking at the hand he had beaten.
The little girl's fleshy hands were white and soft, and there were several small dimples on the back of her hands. Bei Yao was afraid of pain when she was a child, and her injections could make her whole body tremble with fright. Pei Chuan was born with a severed palm, and he relentlessly beat the unexpected pain.
Bei Yao sighed in her heart.
He is really not easy to get along with.
She wanted to say something more, Zhao Zhilan's figure had already appeared on the small road outside the kindergarten.
Bei Yao twisted her eyebrows lightly, Zhao Zhilan came over to pick up Bei Yao, and greeted Teacher Xiao Zhao again. When passing by Pei Chuan, she also felt softened: "Pei Chuan, Aunt Zhao will take you home."
Pei Chuan lowered his head and fastened his fingers in the door.
Teacher Xiao Zhao smiled awkwardly: "Mother Bei Yao, you go first."
Zhao Zhilan had to hug Bei Yao and left.
She hugged her soft daughter and sighed softly, "Hey, what kind of sin the couple did, the child's character has become like this..."
When they were far away, Xiao Zhao smiled and touched Pei Chuan's head.
Pei Chuan didn't move. Teacher Xiao Zhao followed his gaze and found him looking at the mother and daughter at the end of the path.
Zhao Zhilan folded a small yellow wild flower and pinned it to the small pull of the little girl's hair. The big eyes of the girl in her arms were bent into crescent moons.
Innocent, happy and cute.
Pei Chuan's eyes fell on Bei Yao.
After spreading his hand for a long time, there was a fragment of the paper airplane hidden in his palm, and he silently released it.
The paper flew away with the wind.
He knew she was lying to him, and her mother would come and pick her home.
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After dinner, Baiyao opened the bedroom window and stepped on the stool to look over while Zhao Zhilan was washing the dishes.
The light on the fourth floor opposite came on.
That's Pei Chuan's home. There are people in his family, so he should be taken home. She was relieved now.
They are in a community, Bei Yao's house lives on the third floor, and Pei Chuan's house is on the fourth floor. Bei Yao and his parents share their bed early and have their own bedroom. Looking over from her home, you can see Pei Chuan's home.
She had a fever again in the middle of the night when she went to bed, Zhao Zhilan slept beside her, touching her daughter's body hot.
When I got closer, I didn't know what nonsense Bei Yao was talking about, sobbing and wetting the pillow. Zhao Zhilan awakened from sleep, so she quickly took alcohol to cool her down.
Bei Yao opened her eyes just before dawn, and her forehead was hot. What made her scared was that her memory began to blur.
It's like seeing the world through a piece of clear glass, but gradually, that piece of glass is covered a little bit, making it difficult to see.
She was confused and remembered that she died at the age of twenty-three.
He died terribly.
And now, those unforgettable memories are also covered with a thick fog, it seems that the body of this four-year-old female doll is repelling these memories.
When Zhao Zhilan left the house, Bei Yao struggled to get out of bed, and turned out the tianzi grid and pencil she used to write.
"Bei Yao, married Huo Xu in 2013. Only after marriage did he know that he has someone he really likes. And Bei Yao is his shield against his family to protect his true lover. Huo Xu is a descendant of a soldier and a businessman. He is rich and powerful. Huo Xu never touched her, and when she knew what kind of existence she was and wanted to leave, Huo Xu didn't allow it."
Bei Yao wrote such a passage from the perspective of a bystander. After finishing the writing, she was sweating coldly, but she knew she had to continue.
"In 2014. Bei Yao tried to see the person Huo Xu really likes for the first time, but in the blink of an eye, Huo Xu drove her back, and slapped her for the first time. Ms. Zhao Zhilan and Mr. Bei Licai's heart She was almost broken. When she was middle-aged, she rushed around asking for help about her affairs. In the end, Mr. Pei had an accident and became a vegetable."
Beiyao tears down as she recalls.
Bei Yao firmly continued to write: "Ms. Zhao Zhilan finally went to beg a man, and he rescued Bei Yao. That man was called Pei Chuan, a very bad man in the eyes of the world, and all the programs he wrote were to destroy social stability. Yes. He was taciturn and protected Bei Yao for two years. At the end of her death, Pei Chuan told her,'She is the heart he dared not love all his life.'"
"In 2015, Beiyao died so badly that she still became that woman's shield."
Zhao Zhilan's footsteps gradually approached, and Bei Yao was too late to continue, so she could only scribblely tell her future self: "Do Pei Chuan well."
At the end of the last word "Chuan", she quickly put the workbook in the drawer. Zhao Zhilan opened the door and stared at her: "Why are you running around if you have a fever!"
Bei Yao wiped away her tears, and went back to bed obediently to lie down.
She doesn't know when the memory will last. It is against common sense to live alone with the memories of the previous life. It is a gift to be able to do it again.
"Mom, you can sing me a song."
Zhao Zhilan laughed and cursed: "I want to listen to songs if I don't be obedient!"
In the end, she felt sorry for her daughter. She thought about it and wanted to sing in a clear voice:
"Knock the sleeping soul gently
Slowly open your eyes
Look at the busy world
Are you still spinning lonely
Spring breeze incomprehensible style
Blow the heart of the young man..."
This is an album released in 1985. Bei Yao has not heard such a familiar yet unfamiliar and gentle song for many years.
She vaguely remembered that this song was called "Tomorrow Will Be Better."
In Zhao Zhilan's singing, she fell asleep again.
Before going to bed, Bei Yao was thinking, did Pei Chuan go to kindergarten today
In his last life, he refused to go to kindergarten because of yesterday's affairs and stopped talking. What about today
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The sun is shining bright today, and the children in the kindergarten are watching the white butterflies falling on the grass.
Several children around Fang Minjun wanted to catch that beautiful butterfly.
Chen Hu screamed and ran over: "Fang Minjun, are you going to peek-a-boo?"
Fang Minjun looked back.
It was a face called "Little Girl" in 1996, because some of the faces of a certain Hong Kong star were rudimentary. This makes Fang Minjun's mother Zhao Xiu extremely proud.
Fang Minjun is not like children of the same age who are chubby and fleshy, with little flesh on his face, but rather delicate and delicate.
She said, "Okay, but I'm not a cat."
Chen Hu agreed.
Then he pointed a little boy to be a cat, and the boy pouted and had to agree.
With a cheer, the children hid one after another.
They had fun, Pei Chuan watched coldly in the corner.
In the immature laughter, he looked at the empty seat of the little girl in the front.
He came to school, but she didn't.
It snows every year in the winter of City C, which is the most pleasant time for the children.
The sky was overwhelmed with silvery white outside. Chen Hu was beaten a year ago. His dad was so violent that he beaten him when he read his paper and pressed it.
Chen Hu scored fifty points in the exam, and they were the last one in the pre-school class.
Xiao Pang Dun'er's wailing like killing a pig was almost heard by the entire community. Zhao Zhilan shook her head, a little amused: "This child's voice is too penetrating."
The New Year became a death-free gold medal for Chen Hu's child. He was deducted from the New Year's Day money, but anyhow his violent father stopped beating him.
Chen Hu took a group of children from the community out to play, and followed six or seven boys in a mighty manner. Two of them were two years older than him, but they weren't chubby and strong.
Li Da said, "Let's go find Minmin."
Chen Hu thought for a while: "Catch the birds and shoot the cannons, don't play with girls." However, after thinking about Fang Minjun's beautiful and noble appearance, he agreed, "Well, let's go find her."
All the boys in the old quarter are here, except for Pei Chuan. The building here is very old and has special features. It is a bit like a large courtyard, but the floor will be higher.
The wall on the south side will be overgrown with creepers in summer, and now it has formed a layer of ice crystals.
It's very easy for them to find someone. They just stand downstairs and let go of their voices and shout: "Fang Minjun—"
The children's voices one after another downstairs, after shouting Fang Minjun, Chen Hu remembered that he had eaten Bei Yao's apple. So he led everyone to continue shouting: "Bei Yao—"
The crisp and tender voice was heard throughout the community.
Pei Chuan was making dumplings with his mother Jiang Wenjuan in the opposite building. Jiang Wenjuan only let him have something to play with. After all, Pei Chuan finished his preschool homework for winter vacation in two days. Other children would not take the initiative to bring a "cumbersome" to play. Jiang Wenjuan was sad and had to spend some time with his son.
However, Pei Chuan looked down, his pale fingers pinched the folds of the dumplings as if they were. He always does this and learns everything quickly.
Jiang Wenjuan felt even more uncomfortable. On the night when Pei Chuan returned with the paper, she cried in the middle of the night with a muffled voice in the quilt. Pei Chuan is the only one with 100 points in the preschool class. Her son was so smart and outstanding, but he was deprived of his legs, and he was ruined for most of his life.
Originally, Pei Chuan was making dumplings seriously, but when he heard the ups and downs calling Bei Yao, the dumplings in his hands broke a little.
His black eyes looked at it lightly, and then pinched the gap.
Jiang Wenjuan had been observing him and found out all of a sudden. No child will take the initiative to find Pei Chuan to play. After all, the children are like brisk birds. They can't push, and they won't be willing to push a heavy wheelchair to bring Pei Chuan.
Jiang Wenjuan was afraid that her son would feel uncomfortable: "Stop making dumplings, mommy will take you outside to play?"
Pei Chuan's lips moved, he wanted to refuse, but in the end he didn't say anything. At the age of five, he still has expectations and yearning for the world, and he also wants to go out and see the snow.