Devil’s Warmth

Bai Yutong's heart was weird, and Bei Yao asked her, "Can I come in and see Pei Chuan?"

The girl's voice was clear and sweet, because it had a nasal sound, which was a little softer. Bai Yutong hated, thinking to himself, God knows that step-brother died or not. In case of infection, it turned into a crazy dog, who just caught who bit him.

She and her mother didn't dare to see it, and Bei Yao came just in time.

Bai Yutong staggered and let Bei Yao come in.

Cao Li's mother and daughter looked at each other without saying a word. They watched Beiyao walk to the closed door.

Girls' knuckles: "Pei Chuan, how are you doing?"

Pei Chuan, who was slightly blank, sat up from the bed: "What are you doing here?"

Beiyao suppressed the crying: "I saw that you were injured, shall we go to the hospital to see?"

Pei Chuan whispered, "You go, I'm fine."

Beiyao was worried and sad, and how could she not leave. Pei Chuan knew she was still outside, and Cao Li's mother and daughter must be there as well.

Pei Chuan looked at the scrapped prosthesis at the foot of the wall and closed her eyes. Because he just hurt his calf, those people saw his broken prosthetic leg at first glance, instead of looking at his unique prosthetic leg, not his wound.

This room was like a prison cage. Without a pair of artificial legs, he couldn't even go out by himself.

"Pei Chuan." Bei Yao said softly, and she was next to the door. But he couldn't say anything.

Pei Chuan actually doesn't need her pitiful.

He separated from Bei Yao for one year and lived and worked like a normal person. He learned to play, play cards, and insist on boxing. He hoped that when he first met Beiyao, he would look normal and healthy.

He longed to be a normally powerful man, not a **** who approached her with compassion as a child.

But once the prosthesis broke, he even struggled to get up from the ground.

Pei Chuan knew to stay, and Pei Haobin must be back to take him to check.

He didn't want such an ending. For so many years, even his biological father had never seen his stump again.

Pei Chuan took out his mobile phone: "Wang Zhan, the prosthesis is broken, come and pick me up."

Pei Chuan was not a waiter. After a while, he moved to the bed and pulled a wheelchair that he hadn't used in a long time.

This was the wheelchair that the Pei family bought for him when he was fourteen or five years old. However, relying on his arm strength, he easily sat up.

In the autumn, his quilt was thin, and Pei Chuan pulled it down and covered it on his legs.

He drove the wheelchair and received the prosthesis in the corner into the locker and locked it in the locker.

After doing all this, he had only hands stained with wild dog blood.

Pei Chuan lowered his eyes and opened the kettle in the room.

The water was very hot. It was Cao Li boiling water to show her "care". Pei Chuan did not wait for it to cool down, and Bei Yao stood outside his room for too long. He poured it into the cup, and the water flowed down his fingers, his fingers trembling slightly, without saying a word, washing his hands clean.

He packed them up and opened the door.

Bei Yao didn't expect the door in front of her to suddenly open, and she still had silent tears in her eyes, like a dew on the treetops in the morning.

The boy's lip was pale white, and he glanced at Beiyao: "Go home, I'm fine."

Are you used to it?

Cao Li unexpectedly Pei Chuan would come out, but she didn't know what to say. Bai Yutong's response was much more intuitive. She always knew that the stepbrother had no legs. However, every time I saw him in the past, he wore a prosthesis, which was no different from a normal person.

This was the first time she saw Pei Chuan in a wheelchair, and she clearly realized that he was disabled.

However, this disability is extremely difficult to associate with, and she still remembers the miserable appearance of the dog's brain cracking, so that she dare not speak out and ridicule Pei Chuan.

After a while the doorbell rang. Pei Chuan didn't look at anyone this time. He pushed the wheelchair to open the door.

On the wheelchair, his fingers were long and strong, but his palm was covered with redness and swelling that no one could see.

Outside the door is Wang Zhan.

Wang Zhan wore a white coat and panted, he almost drove over and ran all the way into the community.

"Pei Chuan?"

Pei Chuan nodded, and Wang Zhanyi pushed him away.

Cao Li's mother and daughter never said a word. When he came, he also caused the family to be quiet, and when he left, the air was quiet. Like a passerby of this home.

Pei Haobin was out of the task before he had time to return. Pei Chuan is no longer a boy who can't do anything at an early age. He has the ability to arrange a rear path and leave his back straight.

Pei Yao wiped her tears and followed him silently.

Wang Zhanyu looked back in surprise, and the doctor ignored the private affairs of Pei Chuan. This little girl is so beautiful that it's hard to ignore. However, his client, Pei Chuan, who was always bad-tempered, didn't drive her away, and Dr. Wang had to turn a blind eye.

Pei Chuan's wheelchair down the stairs was extremely difficult.

Besides, Pei Chuan's physique is not thin, Wang Zhan is a literati, and it is difficult to go down with his people and wheelchair.

They did not install an elevator in the old community. When they got down to the second floor, the wheelchair Wang Zhan was really weak, his hands shook, and the wheelchair rolled down. Wang Zhan was startled, but saw Pei Chuan grabbed the railing with one hand and stabilized himself and the wheelchair.

However, Pei Chuan's expression was not fortunate. Because of this movement, the quilt covering his legs slipped down.

The other hand only had time to grasp the corners of the quilt. Almost for a moment, he chose to release his hand holding the railing, preferring to fall down, rather than lift up the layer of cloth, exposing empty trouser legs.

The scent of lilac came around, and her slender little hands pulled the quilt and pulled up, covering his legs well.

He lowered his eyes to the young girl's red eyes.

She pursed her lips and tried to help Doctor Wang straighten her wheelchair. Pei Chuan held her slender wrist and removed her hand from her wheelchair. Wang Zhan sighed softly, and frankly helped the grandfather to go downstairs.

In the evening of September, night came quietly.

Wang Zhan assisted the person who installed the prosthesis to make Pei Chuan get the new prosthesis. In the past two years, Pei Chuan's body has become longer. The data of the residual limbs will not be replaced.

The group was busy until 8:30 in the evening, and the neon of the city was already lit.

After Pei Chuan installed the prosthesis, Wang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, but Dr. Wang couldn't help but count down: "What have you done? Prosthetics can be broken."

Pei Chuan's artificial limb artificial waterproof is currently at a relatively high level in China, and it is so bad that it cannot be walked.

"Kill a wild dog."

Wang Zhan was dumbfounded, thinking he was joking: "Why, what?" He hurriedly, "I will check your body."

Pei Chuan shook his hand: "I wasn't bitten elsewhere."

Pei Chuan also thought it was ridiculous. It turned out that the prosthesis saved his life.

He got out of the bed, and Wang Zhan said, "She's still waiting outside."

I don't know what the junk kid meant, so he let the little girl follow.

Pei Chuan hummed, he knew.

He opened the door, and the autumn night was a bit cold. The city lights turned on for the second time. Bei Yao sat on the blue accompanying stool of the hospital. When he saw him, his eyes were staring nervously.

He walked over and asked her, "Is it cold?"

Beiyao shook her head. She was afraid to ask the result, but still asked with a trembling voice: "Are you all right?"

Pei Chuan said, "It's all right."

She opened her mouth, and what happened today has almost subverted her perception for many years. The relationship is warm and cold, Pei Chuan has already seen through, but she is pure and happy, I hope he is a good person.

But everyone treats him like this, what reason does he have to be a good person?

The parents of the children were so anxious that they looked at their baby. Even Zhao Zhilan was fainted by his biological son Bei Jun.

Bei Yao was so sad that she felt ashamed.

It was wonderful to see the world as a child, but some things forced young people to grow.

It was late, and Bei Yao told Bei Licai before going out, but the car from the city hospital was not so good. Pei Chuan did not drive his own car, nor did he propose to let Wang Zhan send it.

He led Bei Yao forward.

The night breeze was light, and the teenager put his hands in his pockets. Pei Chuan hasn't always talked much. If no one talks to him, he can sit quietly all day.

The moon came out and hung high in the air.

Bei Yao slowly followed his steps, and the red at the end of his eyes had not disappeared. The more she thought about it, the more sad she felt. If Pei Chuan hadn't returned by herself, would she have lost him in the years?

Some things have nothing to do with ignorant love.

She looked left and right and saw an old man selling hydrogen balloons. Beiyao said, "Pei Chuan, wait for me."

Pei Chuan stood and watched as she trot past, gesturing at the old man, and pointing at the balloon above. The old man gave her a dragonfly balloon.

She took it and trot back all the way.

Countless children are watching her and her balloon. She speaks with a nasal sound, which is unique to the girl: "Pei Chuan, reach out your hand."

He clenched his fists and stretched out his left hand in his pocket without letting her see the palms that had not faded.

Bei Yao tied the balloon to his wrist, and she tied a knot. The poor balloon floated before them, which was very funny.

Pei Chuan did not solve it.

The inflated dragonfly flew gently in the air, inadvertently touching like her fingertips.

His self-esteem was nothing but craving, so she is here now.

Pei Chuan asked in a low voice, "What do you do?"

Beiyao said: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Is it sad that you left home a year ago?"

He looked at her quietly.

The girl smiled wryly, and the dewdrop fell off her branch, and was so beautiful in the moonlight, waiting quietly for his answer.

At that moment he faded away. After a year of arrogance and exaggeration, he even felt a little bitter.

He said, "No."

He is bad by nature, but how sad he is. Just want to leave.

She said: "I almost lost it once when I was little, and my mother tied a hydrogen balloon to my hand, and she said that she could see me at a glance. Pei Chuan, I'm sorry I couldn't find you please forgive me."

His eyes fell on her.

It was a bit cold on autumn night, and she was wearing a beige mid-sleeved shirt, shrunk by the cool wind. It was only that she smiled brightly, and she held out a small white and tender hand: "Give you a shot, forgive me?"

It was as if he was so angry when she was a kid that she was too old, she asked timidly and called you, forgive me?

Long street.

The wind sounded into his ears, his heart suddenly softened.

What's wrong with her? He has always been bad to her, so she was surprised she liked her even. He even came back just for emotional and lust.

She hasn't changed, but he's worse.

He wanted to hold this hand even more. He should have held her if he wanted her to follow. But it didn't happen.

He thought desperately that he was finished and he liked her more.

So he said, "Go home."

Numerous conspiracies and tricks were useless, but she did not meet her real and near smile. It turned out that someone had never thought of abandoning him.

The last bus home came as expected and the car wobbled.

For the first time, Bei Yao slept so peacefully.

Pei Chuan sat next to her with a small slit in the window. The streetlight was dim, the tree shadow couldn't cover the moonlight, there was only an old record shop outside, there were older songs, he listened intently, yes Li Keqin's "The Moonlight Serenade", he tilted his head to look at her, her long eyelashes fell asleep without guard--

...

But my heart is still in her possession every minute

She still seems to be silent this month

Fiddle solo solo moon half leaning late autumn

I care about my longing until later

Still leaning on insomnia night looking at the stars

I still hear the violin weeping and picking.

Why only one full moon remains in my sky

Audio isolation after this night

A man like the moon in the sky cannot be owned

He was sad and sad, but thankful that he hadn't had time to really hurt her.