Devil’s Warmth

In the summer of 1996, a strong wind blew down the young bamboo, and a group of four or five-year-olds opened their eyes wide to see the small hail in the sky.

"This is popsicle! It's edible!"

The children cheered, picking up the hail with their little hands.

Teacher Zhao was busy changing the pants for the boys in the corner. The little boy stared dead and looked at the yellow urine on the pants and under the wheelchair without saying a word.

At first sight, the ruthless dolls outside the classroom picked up the hail. Teacher Xiao Zhao was afraid of death, and he did not care about taking off the half-length pants of the dark-haired boy, and hurriedly brought the children outside.

There were only four little boys remaining in the classroom, and a little girl sleeping in the front row with a fever.

Among the little boys, there is a fat boy named Chen Hu, who has the same name and looks like a tiger and a brain. He is extraordinarily healthy. There are two white plateau reds on his cheeks, which are bigger than other children.

Chen Hu rolled his eyes. He had seen hailstones he hadn't seen outside. He knew he was close and smelled the urine. He shook his nose and turned around. Pei Chuan on the wheelchair was lifting his own pants.

Unfortunately, he was empty under his knees and couldn't even use his power.

For a long time, he could barely pull up his pants with urine, covering the male **** organs.

Chen Hu looked at the urine on the ground, and said in a sharp and incredible tone of the child, "Look! Pei Chuan's urine pants! Everywhere."

Several boys in the classroom turned around and covered their mouths.

"So dirty, he!"

"I saw it just now, Mr. Zhao was changing his pants!"

"He's still wearing those pants. Look at him peeing, eh!"

Pei Chuan's pale and thin face was stained with shameful red tide. He bit his lip and yanked down the picture book to block the wet position. He shivered and looked at the teacher outside the kindergarten.

Teacher Xiao Zhao came in with her last child and rebuked the children: "That's called hail, don't you know what to eat! The teacher will tell your parents to pick you up soon!"

Afraid of the children's disobedience, he said with a stern face: "The little baby who eats hail never grows taller!"

As soon as this remark was made, several children immediately turned pale, tears in their eyes, and cried.

"Teacher, am I no longer growing tall ..."

Xiao Zhao said, "Of course not, it's okay to go back to eat more rice tonight."

The naive children burst into tears.

However, innocence is sometimes the most cruel. The fat little radish points his finger at Pei Chuan: "Mr. Zhao, Pei Chuan's pants!"

As soon as this remark was made, Xiao Zhao remembered that the child's pants in the corner were only half off. But the fat man shouted so loudly that everyone in the class heard it.

Pei Chuan shuddered, tears falling down. He didn't do it on purpose, not on purpose ...

For a while, the children's babble sounded.

"I won't urinate my pants at the age of three!"

"Mom said that the pants were dirty children."

"Pei Chuan has no legs. He also urinates pants. We will not play with him in the future!"

"Playing with him will urinate pants!"

...

The gurgling voice finally awakened the little girl with a fever in the front row.

Her cheeks were flushed, her long eyelashes trembled, and her steamy eyes opened.

The wind was so strong that she blew her two shofar braids, and Bei Yao blinked dullly, her breath burning. This immature body had no strength. She clearly remembered that she was dead, how could she ...

She looked up, straightened up from the little round table, and looked at her soft, white tender hands with meat nests.

Behind the countless people yelling at Pei Chuan's name, Beiyao took a short breath and turned back with an incredible color.

The faded picture in the memory suddenly crushed the years. Teacher Xiao Zhao was only 26 years old this year, with the tenderness and vigor of young female teachers.

The children stared at the small ball in the corner with their enemies, showing their wicked eyes.

Through the crowd, Bei Yao could only see the large wheels of the wheelchair and the stiff body of the child above.

He gritted his teeth and looked up, a pair of black-and-white eyes staring at these ignorant children because of the thin cheeks. The next moment, he calmed down, and looked at his pants with tears in his eyes.

Bae ... Bae Chuan ...

Although only one glance, Bei Yao was extremely certain. This was Pei Chuan as a child.

The five-year-old boy, because his leg was broken and couldn't control his physiology, urinated his trousers in the class. This scene faded from everyone's memory and replaced by the crazy and indifferent genius computer master 18 years later.

For many people, it is a ruthless devil, who is frantically researching software that is not conducive to social stability.

The devil, Pei Chuan, is just a fragile child who has just lost his legs.

"Bei Yao," said a little girl, "we will not play with him in the future!"

Bei Yao is less than four years old and is the youngest child in the class.

Beiyao couldn't remember how he responded in his last life.

Getting urine out of a kindergarten is a shameful face for all ignorant children.

Moreover, the child was terrible. His calf below his knee was chopped off by people, the bottom half of his pants were empty, and the children were afraid and novel.

The classroom was in a mess, and the parents of the children hurried over because of the hail. Teacher Zhao left in a wheelchair. Considering the little boy's self-esteem, she had to go to the toilet to help Pei Chuan change her pants, and then organize the children to return. Family.

Bei Yao couldn't help watching Pei Chuan being pushed away. The sick voice was as weak as the cat: "Pei Chuan ..."

No one heard, and no one turned back.

She suddenly remembered Pei Chuan, 23, sitting in a wheelchair with no expression on her face, and said with a stern voice that she would protect her life. The little dumpling Bei Yao sighed and sighed softly, lying on the table.

Shouldn't it be that he paid too much in the last life?

"Pei Chuan, don't be sad. The students will forget tomorrow. The teacher has sandwich cookies here. Do you want to eat one?"

Pei Chuan whispered, "I want to go home."

"Then wait for Mom to come?"

Pei Chuan's fingertips were pale, and he bowed his head and stopped talking.

There was no mobile phone this year. Most of the few people who had "big brother" had status, and Mr. Xiao did not.

Pei Chuan's mother is a surgeon. Sometimes an operation can be busy late at night. The father is the captain of the Interpol. His status is not simple and his work is busy. Neither job is tolerable, and the little boy occasionally asks his neighbor to pick it up.

Such as Bei Yao's or Chen Hu and Fang Minjun's parents. Will drop him back by the way.

Parents came to the school one after another. Teacher Xiao Zhao had to look at the child. Today another female teacher asked for leave and was burdened by her, so she couldn't get over. Xiao Zhao pushed Pei Chuan back to the classroom after changing his pants, and took the blocks for him to play.

Pei Chuan lowered her head and did not move.

Bei Yao looked at him with complicated eyes.

If one comes back in one's life, what would Bai Yao want to do most?

Of course, it is far away from Huo Xu's dregs, and honoring his parents for a lifetime, has nothing to do with Pei Chuan. The premise is that Pei Chuan did not leave a strong stroke before her death.

Her relationship with Pei Chuan is complicated.

The hail was overwhelming and growing. From time to time, parents rushed to complain: "Oh, what a **** is the weather, the sun in the morning, the ice dumplings will drop in the afternoon."

Then there are bicycles on bikes, no children running on their backs. The children waved their hands: "Goodbye Zhao!"

"Goodbye Xiaowei! Goodbye Lili!"

Soon, Bei Yao's mother, Zhao Zhilan, came with an umbrella.

In 1996, Ms. Zhao Zhilan was still young, no fine lines around her eyes, and her blue short-sleeved top was capable and full of vitality.

Bei Yao's eyes moved away from Pei Chuan, watching Zhao Zhilan rushing over, and his eyes became wet.

Zhao Zhilan held her up: "Oh, my bad girl, why are you crying, scared by hail?"

Beiyao shook her head, lying on the woman's back, choking. Parents in the world are the best for children. This is how many people know but don't understand.

"Here, holding the umbrella, my mother can't help you with your back. You can put the umbrella on my shoulder here and touch it."

Zhao Zhilan greeted Xiao Zhao and left with her daughter on her back.

Bei Yao held his umbrella in his arms, thought for a long time, and turned around.

Corner boy Pei Chuan didn't look at her.

Chen Hu's father was the first to pick him up in the class. The fat boy rode on his father's shoulder.

Fang Minjun's grandmother gathered around her apron and took her granddaughter home.

Then Beiyao's mother ...

Bei Yao followed his gaze and Pei Chuan's eyes fell on a small piece of wet land next to him. This was left by Teacher Zhao when he had no time to handle the urine.

She remembered the cold and gentle kiss of the man 18 years later, and when she looked at Pei Chuan, 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 his finger, and then wanted to see Pei Chuan, Zhao Zhilan ran a long way behind her in one breath.

Pei Chuan raised his eyes, and the black eyes fell on the back of the girl's mother who ran away on her back.

They went further and further, and finally disappeared.

The crackle of hail fell from the head, and the firecrackers were usually lively. Beiyao had no energy, could not speak, and became faint. At last 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 in ten minutes he brought Bei Yao back home with a hail.

The little girl was asleep with a fever.

Waking up at night, Zhao Zhilan was rubbing her back with alcohol, and sighed helplessly: "When did you have a fever? I don't know if I could talk to the teacher. I won't burn it silly."

Bei Licai came in from the outside and came to see her daughter, just now Bei Yao burned into such a scare. Fortunately, Bei Yao's uncle was a doctor who opened a small pharmacy. After seeing it, he prescribed a medicine. Otherwise, it would not be possible to send him to the hospital under such weather.

In 1996, there was only one child in Beiyao's family. His younger brother Beijun had not been born. For the first time, the couple became parents.

Bei Licai touched her daughter's soft cheek: "It's better, it's not that hot."

"I won't go to kindergarten tomorrow. You can go out and tell Mr. Zhao tomorrow morning."

Bei Yao was half awake, and suddenly heard her parents mentioned Pei Chuan.

Zhao Zhilan: "The child was not picked up today. I don't think Juaner is off work now, and Pei Jianguo hasn't returned home yet!"

"So small baby, ruined in the second half of my life, hey ..."

The parents sighed quietly into their dreams.

Beiyao remembered how the indifferent man struggled to fall into a wheelchair and hug himself a few years later.

They all said he was a devil, and she was a little afraid of his dumb appearance.

But this devil is still a little boy.

At daybreak, Beiya opened her eyes and the burn had faded a lot.

Zhao Zhilan was making breakfast, and Bei Yao's room door was open.

Bei Licai entered the kitchen and said, "I just went to take leave for Teacher Xiao Zhao, but she said ..."

Bei Yao looked through the old living room furniture. Hearing a heavy sigh.

"Pei Chuan didn't pick up all night ..."

Bei Yao was stunned.

Cooled last night, the coldest summer night. Pei Chuan could not wait for anyone from all over the world.