**Please remember that this is a RAW machine translation.
In the summer of 1996, the strong wind blew the young bamboos, and a group of four or five-year-old children opened their eyes to see the little hail all over the sky.
"This is popsicle! You can eat it!"
The children cheered and picked up hail with their small hands.
Teacher Xiao Zhao was busy changing the pants for the boy in the corner. The little boy stared at him in silence, looked at the yellow urine on his pants and under the wheelchair, and said nothing.
Seeing that the ignorant dolls outside the classroom picked up the hail and tasted it, Teacher Xiao Zhao was afraid of life, and he did not care that the black-haired boy's pants were taken off halfway, so he hurried to bring the children outside.
There are only four little boys left in the classroom, and a little girl with a fever sleeping in the front row.
Among the little boys, there is a fat dude named Chen Hu. Like the name, he looks like a tiger with a head and brain, and he is extraordinarily healthy. There are also two groups of plateau red on the white and fat cheeks, which is a circle larger than other children.
Chen Hu rolled his eyes and was originally looking at the hail he hadn't seen outside. Who knew he was close and smelled urine. He shook his nose and turned back. Pei Chuan in the wheelchair was lifting his pants himself.
It's a pity that he was empty under his knees and couldn't even borrow it.
After a while, I could only barely pull up the pants with urine, covering the male organs.
Chen Hu looked at the urine on the ground and said in a child's sharp and unbelievable tone: "Look, look! Pei Chuan urine pants! Everywhere."
Several boys in the classroom turned back and covered their mouths.
"He's so dirty!"
"I saw it just now. Teacher Zhao is changing his pants!"
"He's still wearing those pants, look at him peeing, hey!"
Pei Chuan's pale and thin face was stained with a 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 holding the last child, scolding the children and saying, "That's called hail, don't you eat? You know! The teacher will tell your parents to pick you up in a moment!"
Fearing that the children would not be obedient, he said with a straight face: "After eating hail, the baby will never grow tall again!"
As soon as this remark came out, several children immediately turned white, with tears in their eyes and wowed.
"Teacher, do I never grow tall again ..."
Teacher Xiao Zhao said: "Of course not, it's okay to go back and eat more rice tonight."
The naive children laughed.
However, innocence is sometimes the most cruel. The little fat man radish pointed at Pei Chuan: "Mr. Zhao, Pei Chuan's pants!"
As soon as this remark came out, Xiao Zhao remembered that the children's pants in the corner were only half off. But the little fat man shouted loudly, and everyone in the class heard it.
Pei Chuan shivered, and the tears fell down. He was not intentional, not intentional ...
For a time, the children's naive speech sounded.
"I won't pee pants when I'm three!"
"Mother said it was dirty kids who peeed pants."
"Pei Chuan has no legs, he still pee pants, we will not play with him in the future!"
"Playing with him can pee pants too!"
......
The chirping voice finally woke up the little girl with a fever in the front row.
Her cheeks were flushed, her long eyelashes were trembling, and her eyes were open.
The violent wind blows her two claw braids, and Beiyao blinks slowly, her breath burning. This immature body has no strength, she clearly remembers that she is dead, how could ...
She lowered her eyes and straightened herself up from the small round table, watching her soft and still with the tender hands of the flesh.
Behind countless people shouting Pei Chuan's name, Bei Yao breathed a stagnation and turned back with an incredible look.
The faded pictures in the memory shattered the years and suddenly became clear. Teacher Xiao Zhao was only 26 years old this year, taking the tenderness and vigor of the young female teacher.
The children stared at the small mass in the corner with enemies, showing their disgusted eyes.
Through the crowd, Peiyao could only see the big wheels of the wheelchair and the stiff body of the children above.
He gritted his teeth and raised his head. His eyes were black and white because of his thin cheeks. He looked at these ignorant children. He became quiet next second, and he looked at his pants with tears in his eyes.
Pei... Pei Chuan ...
Although it was only a glance, Bei Yao was very sure that this was Pei Chuan when he was a child.
The five-year-old boy couldn't control his physiology because of his leg breaks, and he peeed his pants in the class. This scene faded in everyone's memory, and it was replaced by the crazy and indifferent genius computer master 18 years later.
For many people, it is a ruthless devil, and he is crazy about software that is not conducive to social stability.
The devil Pei Chuan is now just a fragile child who has just lost his legs.
"Beiyao." A little girl said, "We will not play with him again!"
Beiyao is less than four years old and is the youngest child in the class.
Pei Yao couldn't remember how he had answered in his life.
Making urine in kindergarten is a shameful thing for all ignorant children.
What's more, the child was terrible. His lower leg was cut off by his roots, his pants were empty, and the children were afraid and novel.
The classroom was in a mess, and the parents who picked up the children came hurriedly because of the hail. Teacher Zhao pushed the wheelchair away. Taking into account the little boy's self-esteem, she had to go to the toilet to help Pei Chuan change the pants, and then organize the children to return Home.
Beiyao was unable to watch Pei Chuan being pushed away, and his sick voice was as weak as a cat: "Pei Chuan ..."
No one heard, and no one looked back.
She suddenly remembered Pei Chuan, 23, sitting in a wheelchair with a blank expression. Little dumpling Bei Yao froze, sighed softly, and lay on the table.
Could it be that he paid too much in his last life, let her pay the debt in this life?
"Pei Chuan, don't be sad. Students will forget tomorrow. Teacher has sandwich cookies here, do you have one?"
Pei Chuan whispered: "I want to go home."
"Then wait for my mother to come?"
Pei Chuan's fingertips were pale, and he bowed his head and stopped talking.
This year, there was no mobile phone, and most of the few people with "Big Brother" have status status, and Mr. Xiao did not.
Pei Chuan's mother is a surgeon, and sometimes an operation will be busy until late at night. His father is the captain of the Criminal Police Team. His status is not simple and his work is busy. The work of both of them can not be tolerated, and the little boy occasionally asks the neighbor to pick it up.
For example, Bei Yao 's, or parents of children such as Chen Hu and Fang Minjun. Will take him by the way.
The parents came to the school one after another. Teacher Xiao Zhao had to look at the children. Today another female teacher took leave and laid the burden on her alone, so she couldn't be too busy. Teacher Zhao pushed Pei Chuan who had changed his pants back to the classroom and took the building blocks to play with.
Pei Chuan lowered his head and remained motionless.
Bei Yao looked at him with complicated eyes.
If you want to do it once again in your life, what will Beiyao want to do most?
Of course, it is far away from Huoxu's scum, filial piety to my parents for a lifetime, and it has nothing to do with Pei Chuan. The premise is that Pei Chuan did not leave a strong pen before her death.
Her feelings for Pei Chuan are complicated.
The hail is overwhelming and growing. From time to time, parents hurried to complain: "Oh, what the hell is this weather, the sun is in the morning, and the ice is falling in the afternoon."
Then there is a bicycle riding a bicycle, and a child running without a bicycle. The children waved their hands: "Teacher Zhao, goodbye!"
"Xiaowei goodbye! Lili goodbye!"
Soon, Bei Zhi's mother Zhao Zhilan also came under an umbrella.
In 1996, Ms. Zhao Zhilan was still young, no fine lines around her eyes, and her blue short-sleeved shirt was capable and full of vitality.
Beiyao's eyes moved away from Pei Chuan, and Zhao Zhilan, who was running over, was wet.
Zhao Zhilan hugged her: "Ouch, bad girl, why cry, scared by hail?"
Beiyao shook his head and lay on the woman's back, sobbing. Parents in the world are the best for their children. This is how many people know but don't feel it.
"Give, hold the umbrella, mother carries you, can't spare, you put the umbrella here on my shoulder and feel it."
Zhao Zhilan greeted Teacher Xiao Zhao and left with her daughter on her back.
Pei Yao held the umbrella in his hand and thought for a long time before turning back.
Pei Chuan, the little boy in the corner, did not look at her.
Chen Hu's father was the first to pick him up in the class, and Xiao Chuandun rode on his father's shoulder, Yaowu Yangwei was proud again.
Fang Minjun's grandmother wore an apron and led her granddaughter home.
Then Beiyao's mother ...
Beiyao followed his gaze, and Pei Chuan's eyes fell on a small wetland beside him. This was left by Mr. Xiao Zhao who was too late to deal with urine.
She remembered the cold and gentle kiss of the man eighteen years later. When she looked at Pei Chuan again, she felt a slight pain in her heart.
This great man of later generations was fragile and lonely when he was young.
Beiyao moved his finger and wanted to see Pei Chuan again. Zhao Zhilan ran away with her in one breath.
Pei Chuan raised his eyes, and the black eyes fell on the back of the female doll who was run away by her mother.
They went further and further away, and finally disappeared.
The hail fell overhead and crackled, and the firecrackers were generally lively. Beiyao had no energy and couldn't say anything. In the classroom, there was only one boy with dark pupils sitting in a wheelchair.
The kindergarten was not far from home, but it was far away from where Zhao Zhilan went to work. Zhao Zhilan had quick legs and feet and brought Bei Yao back home with hail in ten minutes.
The baby girl is asleep with fever.
At night, Zhao Zhilan wiped her back with alcohol, and she sighed helplessly: "When did you have a fever? I don't know how to talk to the teacher. I won't be stupid."
Bei Licai came in from the outside and came to see the girl. The couple were just astonished when Bei Yao burned it. Fortunately, Bei Yao and her dad were doctors who opened small pharmacies. They came to see and prescribe the medicine.
In 1996, there was only one child in Beiyao's family, and his younger brother, Beijun, had not yet been born.
Bai Licai touched her daughter's soft cheek: "It's better, it's not that hot."
"Tomorrow will not go to kindergarten, you go out tomorrow morning to tell Xiao Zhao teacher and it will be done."
Pei Yao was half awake, and suddenly heard his parents mentioned Pei Chuan.
Zhao Zhilan: "That child was not picked up today. I don't think Juaner is off work now, and Pei Jianguo hasn't returned home yet!"
"Such a baby is destroyed in the next half of life, hey ..."
The little sighs of their parents fell into a dream.
Bei Yao remembered how the indifferent man struggled to fall off the wheelchair and hug himself a few years later.
They all said that he was a devil, and she was also afraid of his indifference.
But the devil is still a little boy.
At dawn, Bei Yao opened his eyes, and the fever had faded a lot.
Zhao Zhilan was preparing breakfast, and Bei Yao's room door was open.
Bei Licai came in and went to the kitchen: "I just went to ask Xiao Zhao for leave, but she said ..."
Pei Yao looked through the old living room furniture. Hear a heavy sigh.
"Pei Chuan hasn't been picked all night ..."
Bei Yao was stunned.
It cooled down last night, and summer night was the coldest. Pei Chuan failed to wait for anyone in the world.