Devil’s Warmth

The autumn rain fell in October, and it stopped during school hours.

Hua Ting stood on Bei Yao's desk with her pink Snow White schoolbag on her back and waited for her to leave. Beiyao was uneasy, she waved her hand: "You go home first, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet."

Hua Ting responded and went home with another little girl.

Bei Yao slowly swallowed the toilet.

The fourth-year girl, wearing her beanie green clothes, had a horsetail high on her head. She had no hair left, and her eyes were as bright as crystals.

Pei Chuan helped his desk to stand up, and when everyone was gone, he slowly walked outside the school alone.

He was carrying a black schoolbag. There were no cartoon combat men on his schoolbag. His only plain black. Pei Chuan walked a little strangely. He walked very slowly. Like a snail climbing up a green branch, he tried every bit.

Bei Yao quietly poked out her little head. She carried her schoolbag on her back and trot up to follow.

When he got to him, the ten-year-old boy turned sharply.

She paused and looked at him through the cold October rain.

Pei Chuan's eyes were cold, and Bei Yao quickly lowered his head and walked past him.

After she came out of the way, Pei Chuan continued to move forward.

The road home has not been repaired yet, they can only take the path. The path is farther, and you have to walk for thirty minutes. Pei Chuan took longer. He didn't put on the prosthesis for a long time. It would be painful to leave the place where the stump contacted for a long time. Pei Chuan can only walk for a while and rest.

He didn't like people he knew to see him go home so laboriously, so he often got up and went home slowly after all the classmates had gone.

Pei Chuan was annoyed as she watched the girl's back disappear.

What does she mean? Was he deliberately late to stay and watch his joke? So curious how the disability walks?

The sparrow leapt up to the branch, her lush green back was getting farther and farther.

Sixth grade Ding Wenxiang is playing with sand.

The road has not been repaired, and the road is full of cement river sand. He is playing sand with three sixth grade boys.

He is the boss of this group of people with poor grades, and his mother said that if he didn't work hard, he would not read it to him.

Ding Wenxiang knew that his mother was scaring him, but his life was ruined, so he didn't care if he didn't study. He heard Brother Qiang say that working can make a lot of money.

The sand leaked from his fingers. There was no ring finger and little finger on his right hand.

This was because the grandmother in the countryside did not like him when he was a child, and was cut off by a slasher that cut pigweed.

Twelve-year-old Ding Wenxiang is much taller than the other three boys. Some people pushed down the sand wall and talked about something new: "Ding Wenxiang, do you know that there is a legless boy in the fourth grade of our school?"

Of course, Ding Wenxiang knew that he clapped his hands: "I've seen him in a wheelchair."

"Yes, but I heard two days ago that he has legs and can walk."

Ding Wenxiang's eyes widened.

"Really, don't lie to you, you can just walk. He walked home during this time. Did you say he had a prosthetic leg? How can a prosthetic leg walk like a real leg?"

"Prosthetic leg?" Ding Wenxiang looked at his broken right hand. "I must go and see."

He didn't pile up the sand immediately, and a sixth-grade boy said, "I know, he walked that path after school, he walked very slowly, and the turtle crawled, I'll take you there."

Ding Wenxiang group of people bypassed the road, carrying schoolbags on their shoulders, and rushing down the path.

Pei Chuan walked slowly and steadily step by step. His eyes were dark, he stopped, and he looked at the big boys who were not good.

He didn't know them, so he paused and moved on.

Ding Wenxiang didn't blink at his leg, stretched out his hand and held Pei Chuan's collar: "Boy, don't go, show me your artificial leg."

Pei Chuan's pupils were dark, and he stretched out his hand without saying a word.

Ding Wenxiang originally thought that the disability, which looked weak and two years younger than himself, was not a threat. He did not expect that the left hand hurt his left hand. Ding Wenxiang was forced to let go, but he was even more angry.

Twelve-year-olds have endless destructive power and are starting to look particularly good. Ding Wenxiang said, "Hold people down!"

A few children swarmed up and pressed Pei Chuan to the ground.

"Get away!" Pei Chuan was also angry, but no matter how strong his arm strength was, he could not reach a group of young men two or three years older than him.

The path was full of mud, and his prosthetic limb was not skilled at the moment. After the center of gravity shifted, he was pressed to the ground, and the muddy water was next to his cheek. The pavement that had rained, the smell of dirt penetrated into the nasal cavity.

They held down his cheeks and arms. Pei Chuan knew what they were going to do. The calmness on his face disappeared, and he struggled like a mad beast: "Let me go! You let me go!"

Ding Wenxiang's hand was still in pain. He kicked Pei Chuan and learned from him. Mom scolded people like: "little beasts."

Ding Wenxiang crouched down to untie Pei Chuan's shoelaces. Pei Chuan's shoe laces are very long, and after being wrapped around for a few times, they are tied outside the trouser legs-he does not want to expose prosthetics with abnormal colors.

The laces are untied. If you open Peichuan's trouser legs again, there will be a prosthetic leg without the slightest temperature.

This is the peak time for school.

The third grade and the first grade and the second grade are playing on the path. Many people saw this scene, and then someone quietly said, "That is the sixth grade Ding Wenxiang."

Ding Wenxiang was very muddy at school.

The children in twos and threes opened their eyes wide, and no one dared to step forward.

Pei Chuan digged his fingers into the muddy water. For the first time, he had the idea of ​​letting everyone die, and if they died, they would all be dead!

Pei Chuan's right leg was untied and Ding Wenxiang blew an unbalanced whistle. He went to beat the boy's pants.

There was a severe back pain, Ding Wenxiang screamed, and he turned back fiercely.

A little girl in a green coat, holding a thick three-finger branch, hit him on the back again.

Bei Yao was terrified. In her limited memory, she had never fought in two lives.

Ding Wenxiang glared at her, her hands shaking, but she still clenched the branch and stood in front of Pei Chuan.

"You let him go." She went to hit the hands holding Pei Chuan one by one.

The sixth grade children yelled in pain, and someone kicked Beiyao.

She also cried.

She was so painful that Bei Yao bit her lip and still refused to lose the branch.

Pei Chuan's face was half in the muddy water, and he looked up at all this indifferently.

He saw Beiya cry for the first time, and she cried, waving a thick branch, and hit the group. She said: "I want to tell us Teacher Cai, and also tell my uncle, my uncle is a police officer, let him take you all away!"

Ding Wenxiang yelled, then said, "If it wasn't for seeing that you were a girl, I would kill you today!" Then he turned to see the students who were scared by the "police", "Well, what are you standing for! "

They are all gone.

Those young children who did not dare to come back also went home three or three times.

When no one was on the path, Bei Yao sobbed and wept.

She remembers this scene.

The exact same memories, except that she was one of those younger children in her previous life. Pei Chuan's trouser legs were finally pinched. She saw a cold prosthesis that was different from normal legs.

All the children showed timidity and surprise, and she was taken a step back by her good friend. A good friend said, "That fake leg is so scary."

He was in the mud, his dark eyes looked at her, and slowly went silent.

Since then, Bei Yao has never seen Pei Chuan wearing a prosthesis again, and he re-entered the wheelchair.

She ran back in this life.

Beiyao held a heavy branch, stepped on it for several years, crouched down beside him, and her tears blew her white cheeks.

"Woohoo ..."

Pei Chuan's dead eyes moved and turned to look at her.

She lost the branch, her body trembled, and seemed more afraid than him. Pei Chuan frowned, and sat up with his arms on his body.

His clothes were wet with muddy water, and his original decentness was completely gone.

Pei Chuan expressionless, gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground.

The weeds by the road cut the skin on his palm.

He bowed his head, and Beiyao's eyes were full of tears, and she sobbed and was at a loss. Such a little girl may only fight such a fight once in her life.

Pei Chuan slowly moved forward.

After taking a lot of steps, she couldn't help but look back, she was still squatting there.

"Bei Yao." He called her name for the first time, calmly, "go home."

Bei Yao turned back, her eyes were red and red, like a bunny. She sobbed, "Oh."

Then she stood up tremblingly and followed him.

The sunset that came late showed a half-face, he was not comforted, and did not wipe her tears, listening to her cry all the way.

"Pei Chuan, I'm a little scared."

"Ok."

"Will I be criticized for reporting?"

"……will not."

"I'm in pain."

"Ok."

The back of her soft hand wiped her eyes: "Let's walk home together tomorrow?"

He was silent for a long time: "OK."

This year, Beiyao didn't know that the indifferent boy around her would exchange her childhood tolerance and warmth with her lifelong love and madness, and return it multiple times.

Autumn leaves swirled down.

Beiyao's soft long hair gradually grew from shoulder to shoulder blades down. She had a yellowish hair tail, with a light curl, and dangled from her chest. Because the hair is thinner than other little girls, it is especially soft.

Tongyin doesn't argue with men and women, but Bei Yao's little milky tone hasn't really faded away.

From fourth to sixth grades, Pei Chuan used prosthetics in school. It started slowly, and finally went as fast as a normal teenager. He stopped staying at home during the winter and summer vacations, he put on his gloves and started to learn boxing.

In the first month of sixth grade, I heard that Ding Wenxiang, who had been promoted to second grade, was rushed to the hospital by a group of mixed society.

This incident did not cause any ripples. After chatting for two days as a gossip before and after tea, they were forgotten in the memory of the teenagers.

In April of the sixth semester of the sixth grade, Mr. Cai suddenly informed: "Pear and peach blossoms are all open. Our class will go out for a spring tour tomorrow."

This year has not banned a series of activities such as spring outings.

There was a burst of cheering in the classroom for a moment.