Teacher Zhu put his finger on the keyboard and sang the first sentence of the children 's song in the textbook: "A vine in front of Amen ..."
More than sixty pairs of dark eyes in the classroom looked at Pei Chuan.
The old fan in the classroom creaked in June, making a dull and disappointed voice. The windows were half-covered, and the breeze came in with the summer heat, dull and blazing.
He had no strength to resist this year, and his bloodless lips moved: "A vine in front of Amen ..."
The voice is dumb. Because it seldom speaks, it sings not as vivid and clear as a child, but as an old record player. It is dumb and unpleasant. Because the incisors and teeth are leaking, the bite is not clear.
In the classroom, starting from Chen Hu, a burst of laughter erupted.
The children laughed while covering their lips, and the sound of the organ continued in the classroom.
Pei Chuan bit his lip.
Teacher Zhu is still playing, beckoning Pei Chuan to continue to sing along: "Anen Anen green has just sprouted."
He was silent, and the fan above his head was spinning round and round. Pei Chuan stopped speaking in laughter.
The heat of the body's blood rushed directly to the cheeks, more than shame. Finally, a paleness appeared on the cheeks.
Teacher Zhu frowned, first scolding the kid in the classroom: "Don't laugh anymore, there is nothing funny about learning to sing." Then she looked at Pei Chuan, "Continue to sing with the teacher."
However, no matter how she teaches, Pei Chuan will not speak anymore.
His dark eyes fell on the music book of the textbook, and Bei Yao saw that his fingers were shaking.
Teacher Zhu is also in a bad mood. This is like an intangible confrontation between the teacher and the student. It seems that if he can no longer be asked to speak today, he will no longer have prestige.
Bei Yao was bored, and she was also afraid of the teacher, but she summoned 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 the heavy shell, step by step. Climb up, Ashu, two yellowbirds, and he is laughing at him ... "
She sings also leaks, and even runs slightly.
However, she sang loudly, Xia Yang shifted, and a warm silhouette fell at the door of the classroom. The female doll singing out of tune and leaking wind evoked greater laughter.
Chen Hu beat the table: "Ha ha ha beiyao is too 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 basically no sentence in tone.
Pei Chuan's eyes kept hanging down, and he slowly lifted up.
This year she was six years old, her cheeks were soft, her voice was immature, her fists were clenched in everyone's laughter, and she sang with a blush. He could even see her deciduous teeth that had not been replaced.
She seemed to want to cry a little, her eyes narrowed to see him, and Xing'er's eyes curled up into a bright smile next moment.
Without front teeth, ugly died.
He thought so.
But he knew that when Teacher Fang Cai taught everyone to sing, Bei Yao clearly didn't get out of tune.
She shared all the laughter.
After that singing event, Teacher Zhu realized that it was not very good. Although Pei Chuan still did not speak in the future, she did not let him sing again.
The time in elementary school was as calm as water. Everyone was accustomed to Pei Chuan's legless appearance, and he didn't feel strange and weird anymore.
His tight nerves got the calmest period.
The only change is that the soft and cute girl next to him changed her hairstyle.
On a Monday in the third grade, her two flower buds were gone, replaced by a small ponytail tied to the back, a little more refreshing, a little less childish, showing a fair cheek with a baby fat.
Beiyao and the little girl on the back table sat back after turning the rope, and heard the low voice of the boy beside him: "What about your hair band?"
Now Pei Chuan occasionally talks to her, and every time he hears him, she is happy. His heart is like a stone, so hard to beat every time.
Beiyao touched his ponytail, and the voice of the little tits slowly changed, but his mouth was still soft: "Throw it away. My mother said that in the third grade, you can't tie two more."
She happily touched the ponytail on her head: "Is it good-looking now?"
The boy's thin lips said indifferently: "Not nice."
Bei Yao rested his chin on the table and sighed quietly. She knows that she is not as pretty as Min Min. The little girl in the third grade gradually began to realize what is good-looking and what is round.
Now her memory has stopped expanding to the first day. Fang Minjun of the first day is the banhua, and Bei Yao remembers that the first day of himself still has baby fat on the cheeks.
As Bei Yao remembered, the road from Chaoyang Primary School in City C to the community started to be rebuilt. It was originally a narrow path, and now it is filled with cement and stones.
The children like to stay and play while they are at school, but now they can't go the big way, they have to go the small way.
Xiao Beiyao was sad to find that, as she remembered, her uncle ran into someone while driving, and her mother helped her to lose money. Her family has been particularly poor recently.
Pei Chuan was picked up by Pei Haobin on a motorcycle, and he saw Bei Yao on the way. She walked with two little girls carrying a school bag, and all three girls had smiles on their faces.
He is still protected by Pei Haobin in front of the motorcycle.
Pei Chuan suddenly said: "Dad, next time I will sit back."
"How do you want to sit in the back, be safe in front, and dad can look at you."
The boy didn't explain much: "I sit back and pull your clothes."
Pei Chuan knows that his legs are not good, so he exercises the strength of his arms under the guidance of his mother.
When they got home, they just saw Zhao Zhilan come out and dump the garbage.
Now Bei Yao walks to school by herself, Zhao Zhilan will not pick her up again.
Pei Chuan asked Pei Haobin to put the wheelchair down, and Pei Chuan got into the wheelchair: "I will sit down for a while."
Although Pei Haobin was surprised, he was pleased with his son's brighter thoughts, and he didn't think much about it: "Call my father when I want to go home."
"Ok."
Pei Chuan waited for Zhao Zhilan to return to the trash and went home, silent for a moment, driving the wheelchair to the trash depot.
His arms are now stronger than all children, and the wheelchair will no longer be in a hurry in his hands.
He attached his body, and the garbage shed smelled bad.
Pei Chuan didn't have any expression. Pale fingers pulled open the black plastic bag. From the inside, he found the green silk ribbon that slipped the line and picked it out.
Why not wear it anymore? Will it change when I grow up?
Before the children in the community came back, Pei Chuan had already returned home.
Jiang Wenjuan made a good meal. In the past two years, her relationship with Pei Haobin has not been too salty, and the work of the two is still busy. However, Jiang Wenjuan is clearly in a good mood today. She bought a bottle of beverage and spoke at the dining table: "A friend I knew from the hospital said that Ogawa's condition is now prosthetic. He has a friend who does this."
Pei Haobin frowned: "Is it reliable?"
"Of course." Jiang Wenjuan looked at Pei Chuan with a soft eyebrow. "Xiaochuan will be able to stand up soon, is he upset?"
Pei Chuan didn't speak, he bent his lips.
When Pei Haobin saw it, he didn't say much. Pei Chuan will soon be nine years old, and it is important that life can take care of itself. Although the son does not seem to have any mental illness at present, it is always a good thing to stand up.
Pei Chuan took the school leave and went to the installation unit to check.
The technician is a kind uncle, he smiled and asked: "Can uncle check it?"
Pei Chuan nodded, and his warm big hand touched his residual limb. Jiang Wenjuan watched anxiously. The hand under Pei Chuan's shirt was fisted, and he exhausted his whole body of willpower to resist the brutal limb that made him touch him. .
"Do you massage often? It's well protected, and it's much easier to shape. After going back today, I will use a temporary prosthetic plastic exercise. I will take a model and take a good prosthesis after a while."
Jiang Wenjuan nodded quickly.
Pei Chuan looked at the gray color of the sky, and he almost forgot what it was like to walk?
The prosthetic exercises are very tiring. Pei Chuan is doing this simple and boring training all winter.
That's not his leg, it's cold and no temperature.
The color is also different from his skin. He touched it. It turns out that after growing up, the legs will not grow back. It is the only substitute.
Prosthetic limb technology was only developed in 2000. At the beginning, it was in line with international standards, and Pei Chuan's family could be regarded as an ordinary well-off society in order to afford this cost.
At first he couldn't find the center of gravity and fell twice.
However, Pei Chuan did not cry. He leaned on the bar and practiced carefully and concentratively until he sweated in winter. Jiang Wenjuan covered his lips, watching his son stumble and walk, and burst into tears.
When spring comes, Pei Chuan can walk with prosthetic limbs.
Putting his trouser legs down, he is no different from a normal child. Men like Pei Haobin shed tears this night.
Pei Chuan looked at himself in the mirror, the prosthesis was done 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.
In the fourth grade, the children in class one were shocked!
Pei Chuan can stand up, a cold and unpopular boy. In this year Meiyu Qingjun, Bei Yao is only one year younger than him, but he is half a head shorter than he hit the prosthesis.
The children don't quite understand what a prosthetic limb is. For Pei Chuan standing and walking, they feel like a miracle in an anime.
The proud little goddess Fang Minjun couldn't help but looked at it with surprise eyes.
Beiyao looked at him blankly, her fourth grade, and her memory expanded to the second grade.
Looking at the silent and indifferent homework of "Kaolin Flower" at the same table, she remembered a very distant thing in her memory.
Pei Chuan also had a prosthesis in his last life, but later he refused the prosthesis and got back on the wheelchair.
That matter, it still has to do with myself.