Devil’s Warmth

Teacher Zhu put her finger on the keyboard and sang the first sentence of the nursery rhyme in the textbook: "A vine in front of Amen ..."

More than sixty pairs of black eyes in the classroom looked at Pei Chuan.

The old fan in the classroom crunched in June, making a dull and rustling sound. The windows were half-covered, and the breeze came in with the summer heat, dull and blazing.

He has not had the power to resist this year, and his bloodless lips moved: "Amen's previous vine ..."

His voice is hoarse, and because he rarely speaks, he does not sing like a child's lively and clear, but looks like an old record player, which is hoarse and unpleasant. Because the front teeth are leaking during the replacement, the bite is not clear.

Starting from Chen Hu in the classroom, a burst of laughter erupted.

The children laughed, covering their lips, and the organ sound continued in the classroom.

Pei Chuan bit her lip tightly.

Teacher Zhu is still playing, and signaled to Pei Chuan to continue to sing: "Anen Anen green space has just sprouted."

He was silent, and the fan above his head was spinning. Pei Chuan stopped speaking in laughter.

The heat of the body's blood hits the cheeks even more than shame. It turned pale on the cheeks.

Teacher Zhu frowned, first scolding the joke child in the classroom: "Never laugh, there is nothing funny about learning to sing." Then she looked at Pei Chuan, "continue to sing with the teacher."

However, no matter what she taught, Pei Chuan stopped talking.

His dark pupils fell on the textbook's music book, and Bei Yao saw that his fingers were shaking.

Teacher Zhu is not in a good mood either. This is like an invisible confrontation between the teacher and the student, as if he can no longer speak to him today, he will no longer have prestige.

Bei Yao was sullen in heart. She was also afraid of the teacher, but she gathered up the courage to stand up, the tender and clear voice echoed in the classroom, and then the teacher's voice sang: "The snail is carrying that heavy shell, step by step. Climbing up, Ah Shu has two yellow starlings, Ah Hee Hahaha is laughing at it ... "

She also sings and leaks, even slightly out of tune.

However, she sang loudly, Xia Yang shifted, and a warm silhouette fell in front of the classroom door. Singing out-of-tune and leaky female dolls aroused even greater laughter.

Chen Huyi's desk: "Hahahabeyao is so funny." The teacher asked Pei Chuan, who had no legs, to sing, but did not let her sing. She was so funny when she sang. There is almost no tone in the tone.

Pei Chuan's gaze had been lowered, and he slowly raised his eyes.

She was six years old this year, her cheeks were soft, her voice was immature, her fists clenched in the laughter of everyone, her face flushed and she sang. He could even see her undecided baby teeth.

She seemed to want to cry a bit, looking down to see his gaze, the next moment Xinger's eyes bent and became a bright smile.

Ugly dead without front teeth.

He thought so.

However, he knew that when teacher Cai Cai taught everyone to sing, Beiyao Mingming did not run out of tune.

She shared all the laughter.

After that singing incident, Teacher Zhu also realized that it wasn't very good. Although Pei Chuan still didn't speak, she never let him sing alone again.

Elementary school was as calm as water. Everyone was used to Pei Chuan's lack of legs and did not find it strange or weird.

His strained nerves got the quietest days.

The only change was that the soft little girl around him changed her hairstyle.

On a Monday in the third grade, her two buds disappeared, replaced by a small pony tail tied behind her, a little more refreshing, a little less childish, revealing a white cheek with a baby fat.

Beiyao and the little girl at the back table turned over the rope and sat back, hearing the dumb voice of the boy beside him: "What about your hairband?"

Now Pei Chuan talks to her occasionally, and every time she hears him, she is happy. His heart was like a stone, and every beat was so difficult.

Bei Yao touched her pony tail, and her little milky voice gradually changed, but her voice was still soft: "I lost it, and my mother said that when she was in the third grade, she couldn't pierce two more."

She touched the pony tail on her head with joy: "Does it look good now?"

The boy's thin lips said indifferently, "It doesn't look good."

Bei Yao rested her chin on the table and sighed quietly. She knows that she is not as attractive as Minmin. The third-year girl gradually began to realize what is good-looking and what is mellow.

Now her memory has stopped expanding to the first day. Fang Minjun of the first day is a class tweed, and Bei Yao remembers the first day of her own. She still has baby fat on her cheeks.

As Bei Yao remembered, the road from Chaoyang Elementary School to the residential district in city C began to be rebuilt. It was originally a narrow path, but now it is full of cement and stones.

Children like to play while staying at school, but can't take the big road now, they have to take the small road.

Xiao Beiyao was sad to find that everything was as she remembered. She bumped into a car and her mother helped her lose money. Her family has been particularly poor recently.

Pei Chuan was picked up by Pei Haobin on his motorcycle, and he saw Bei Yao on the road. She was carrying a schoolbag and walking with two little girls, all with smiles on their faces.

He is still protected in front of the motorcycle by Pei Haobin.

Pei Chuan suddenly said: "Dad, I'll sit in the back next time."

"Why do you want to sit in the back? Be safe in the front. 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 used his mother's instructions to exercise his arm strength.

When they got home, they just saw Zhao Zhilan come out and take out the trash.

Now that Bei Yao walks to and from school, Zhao Zhilan will not pick her up again.

Pei Chuan asked Pei Haobin to put the wheelchair down. Pei Chuan got into the wheelchair: "I'll sit down for a while."

Although Pei Haobin was surprised, he was pleased by his son's cheerful thoughts. He didn't think much about it: "When I want to go home, call my father."

"Ok."

Pei Chuan waited for Zhao Zhilan to return home after dumping the garbage and was silent for a moment, driving the wheelchair towards the garbage dump.

His arms are stronger than all children, and the wheelchair will no longer rush into his hands.

He was attached, and the garbage depot was smelly.

Pei Chuan didn't have any expression, and his pale fingers pulled open the black plastic bag, and found the tender green ribbon that had slipped, and picked it out.

Why do n’t you wear it? Will it change when I grow up?

Before the children in the community returned, Pei Chuan had already returned home.

Jiang Wenjuan cooked the meal. In the past two years, her relationship with Pei Haobin was not salty. The work of the two was still busy. However, Jiang Wenjuan was obviously in a very good mood today. She bought a bottle of beverage and said on the dining table: "A friend I knew over the hospital said that Ogawa's condition can be prosthetic, and he has a friend who does this."

Pei Haobin frowned: "Reliable?"

"Of course." Jiang Wenjuan looked at Pei Chuan with a soft eyebrow. "Xiao Chuan will soon be able to stand up. Unhappy?"

Pei Chuan did not speak, and he bent his lips.

Seeing this, Pei Haobin said nothing. Pei Chuan will soon be nine years old. It is important to be able to take care of yourself. Although the son does not seem to have any mental illness at present, it is always good to be able to stand up.

Pei Chuan took a leave from the school and went to the installer to check.

The technician was a kind uncle. He smiled and asked, "Can the uncle check it?"

Pei Chuan nodded, and his warm big hand touched his stump. Jiang Wenjuan looked anxiously. The hands under Pei Chuan's plaque were clenched into fists. He exhausted his willpower to resist touching the stump. .

"Is there a regular massage? The protection is good and the shaping is much easier. After I go back today, I will use a temporary prosthetic plastic exercise. I will take a mold and take a good time to get a good prosthesis."

Jiang Wenjuan nodded quickly.

Pei Chuan looked at the gray color of the sky. He almost forgot what it was like to walk?

Prosthetic exercises are tiring, and Pei Chuan has been doing this simple and boring training all winter.

It wasn't his leg, it was cold and without temperature.

The color is also different from his skin. He touched it. It turned out that when he grew up, the legs would not grow back. It was the only substitute.

Prosthetic limb technology only developed in 2000. At the beginning, it was in line with international standards. Pei Chuan's family was regarded as a moderately prosperous family in order to afford this cost.

At first he couldn't find the center of gravity, and fell hard twice.

However, Pei Chuan didn't cry. He leaned on the bar and practiced in earnest until he sweated in winter. Jiang Wenjuan covered her lips, watched her son stumble, and burst into tears.

When spring came, Pei Chuan was able to walk with artificial limbs.

Putting down the trouser legs, he is no different from a normal child. Men like Pei Haobin shed tears this evening.

Pei Chuan looked at himself in the mirror, the prosthesis was made according to his proportions.

Pei Chuan suddenly realized that if he could grow up normally, he would be taller than many boys.

He bent his lips and smiled.

The fourth grade begins, and the children in the first class are shocked!

Pei Chuan can stand up. The cold and unpopular boy is clear this year. Bei Yao is only one year younger than him, but he is half shorter than the one who hit the prosthesis.

Children do n’t know what prosthetics are. For Pei Chuan, they feel like miracles in the cartoon.

The proud little goddess Fang Minjun couldn't help looking at it with surprise.

Bei Yao stared at him dullly, her fourth grade, her memory expanded to the second grade.

Looking at the silent "cold flower" at the same table, she remembered something far away in her memory.

Pei Chuan had also been prosthetic in his life, but later he refused to use the prosthesis and returned to the wheelchair.

That incident was related to myself.