Bai Yutong felt weird in his heart, and Bei Yao asked her, "Can I come in and see Pei Chuan?"
The girl's voice is sweet, because she has a nasal voice, which is a little softer. Bai Yutong secretly hated and thought, God knows that the stepbrother is dead or not. In case of infection, he also becomes a mad dog, who just caught who bit.
She and her mother dared not go to see it, and Bei Yao came just right.
Bai Yutong staggered his body and let Bei Yao come in.
Cao Li's mother and daughter glanced at each other, but neither said anything. They watched Beiyao walk to the closed door.
The girl's song knuckles: "Pei Chuan, how are you?"
Pei Chuan, who was slightly empty-eyed, sat up from the bed: "What are you doing here?"
Bei Yao suppressed crying: "I see you are injured, let's go to the hospital to see if we are good?"
Pei Chuan whispered: "Let's go, I'm fine."
Bei Yao was worried and sad, and it was impossible to leave. Pei Chuan knew that she was still outside, and Cao Li's mother and daughter must also be there.
Pei Chuan looked at the scrapped prosthesis and closed his eyes. Because they just hurt his calf, those people saw his broken trouser legs, and at first glance went to see his unique prosthesis instead of a gritty wound.
This room is like a prison cage. Without a pair of artificial legs, he can't even walk out.
"Pei Chuan." Beiyao's voice was soft, and she stuck to the door. But nothing can be said.
Pei Chuan actually doesn't need her pity.
He and Pei Yao live separately for one year, living and working like normal people. He learned to play, play cards, and practice boxing. He hoped that when he first met Peiyao, he would look normal and healthy.
He longed to be a normal and powerful man, rather than approaching her disability by sympathy as a child.
But once the prosthesis broke, he even struggled to get up from the ground.
Pei Chuan knew to stay, and it was definitely Pei Haobin who came back to take him to check.
He didn't want such an ending. For so many years, even his own biological father had never seen his residual limb.
Pei Chuan took out his mobile phone: "Wang Zhan, the prosthesis is broken, come and pick me up."
Pei Chuan was not a dead person, and after a while, he moved to the bed and pulled the wheelchair that had not been used for a long time.
This was the wheelchair that Pei's family bought him when he was fourteen or five years old. However, leaning on the strength of his arm, he sat up easily.
His quilt was still thin in autumn, and Pei Chuan pulled it down to cover his lap.
He driven the wheelchair, received the prosthesis in the corner into the storage box, and locked it in the cabinet.
After doing all this, he only had the blood of the wild dog in his hands.
Pei Chuan lowered his eyes and opened the kettle in the room.
The water was very hot, it was Cao Li's boiling water in order to show "care". Pei Chuan did not wait for it to cool down, and Beiyao stood outside his room for too long. He poured into the glass, and water ran down his fingers, his fingers trembling gently, without saying a word, and his hands were washed clean.
He packed these up and opened the door.
Bei Yao did not expect that the door in front of her would suddenly open, and she still had silent tears in her eyes, like dewdrops on the treetops in the morning.
The teenager's lips were pale, and he glanced at Bei Yao: "Go home, I'm fine."
Are you used to it?
Cao Li accidentally Pei Chuan will come out, but she does not know what to say. Bai Yutong's reaction was much more intuitive. She always knew that her stepbrother had no legs. But every time he saw him, he wore a prosthetic leg, which was no different from a normal person.
This was the first time she saw Pei Chuan sitting in a wheelchair, and clearly realized that he was disabled.
However, this crippled, but very difficult to match, she still remembers the dog's miserable appearance of split brain, so that she did not dare to ridicule Pei Chuan.
After a while the doorbell rang, Pei Chuan didn't watch anyone, he pushed the wheelchair to open the door.
On the wheelchair, his fingers were slender and strong, but his palms were covered with redness and swelling that nobody saw.
Outside the door is Wang Zhan.
Wang Zhan was wearing a white coat and was breathing. He almost drove over and ran all the way into the community.
"Igawa?"
Pei Chuan nodded, Wang Zhanyi pushed him away.
Cao Li's mother and daughter haven't spoken. When he came, they caused the family to be quiet, and when they walked, the air was quiet. Like a guest in this family.
Pei Haobin, who had been assigned the task, hadn't had time to come back. Pei Chuan was no longer a child that he couldn't do in his childhood. He had the ability to arrange the back road and leave the community with his back straight.
Beiyao wiped her tears, and followed them silently.
Wang Zhan looked back with surprise. The doctor didn't care about Pei Chuan's private affairs. The little girl is so beautiful and tight that it is hard to ignore. However, his client, Pei Chuan, who had always had a bad temper, didn't chase her away, and Dr. Wang had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
Pei Chuan's wheelchair is extremely difficult to go down the stairs.
What's more, Pei Chuan's physique is not thin, Wang Zhan is a literati, and it is very difficult to take him and his wheelchair down.
Their old community did not have an elevator. When they reached the second floor, the wheelchair Wang Zhan was really weak, shaking his hand, and the wheelchair rolled down. Wang Zhan was terrified, but he saw Pei Chuan grabbed the railing with one hand and stabilized himself and the wheelchair.
However, Pei Chuan's expression was not happy. Because of this movement, the quilt covering his leg slid down.
The other hand only had time to grab the corner of the quilt. Almost instantly, he chose to let go of the hand holding the railing, preferring to fall, rather than lifting this layer of cloth, revealing his empty pants legs.
The fragrance of lilac came around, and her slender little hands pulled the quilt upwards and covered his legs well.
He lowered his eyes and met the girl's red Xing'er eyes.
She pursed her lips and tried to help Dr. Wang straighten the wheelchair. Pei Chuan held her slender wrist and moved her hand away from her wheelchair. Wang Zhan sighed softly, and gave his help to the grandpa to go downstairs.
On the night of September, the night fell quietly.
Wang Zhan assisted the person who installed the prosthesis to get Pei Chuan the new prosthesis. In the past two years, Pei Chuan's body and the data of the residual limbs will be changed. The single doctor is Pei Chuan's attending physician. Wang Zhan is very clear about his situation.
The party was busy until 8:30 in the evening, and the neon of the city had lighted up.
After Pei Chuan finished the prosthesis, Wang Zhan relaxed. However, Dr. Wang couldn't help but count down: "What did you do? The prosthesis can be broken."
Pei Chuan's artificial limb waterproofing is currently a relatively high level of domestic artificial limbs, so bad that it is impossible to walk, how terrible.
"Slay a stray dog."
Wang Zhan dumbfounded, thinking he was joking: "Why, what?" He quickly said, "I will check your body."
Pei Chuan flicked his hand away: "Not bitten anywhere else."
Pei Chuan also found it ridiculous that he was saved by a prosthesis.
He got out of the bed and Wang Zhan said, "She is still waiting outside."
I don't know what the purpose of this bastard boy was, so that the little girl came along.
Pei Chuan hummed, he knew.
He pushed open the door, the autumn night was a bit cool, the city lights were on, and Beiyao sat on the blue nursing stool in the hospital. When he came out, he stared nervously at him.
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 fine."
She opened her mouth, and what happened today one day almost subverted her perception over the years. Pei Chuan had already seen a penetrating relationship, but she was innocent and happy, hoping that he would be a good person.
But why does everyone treat him like this?
The parents of the children looked at their baby in panic, and even Zhao Zhilan was almost stunned by his own son Bei Jun.
Bei Yao was so sad that she felt ashamed.
When I was young, it was very beautiful to see the world, but some things forced the young girls to grow up.
It was quite late. Beiyao told Beili before he went out, but the city hospital car was not so good. Pei Chuan did not drive his own car, nor did he offer Wang Zhan to send it.
He took Bei Yao forward.
The night breeze was gentle, and the teenager put his hands in his pocket. Pei Chuan has not spoken much. If no one speaks to him, he can stay quiet all day by himself.
The moon came out and hung high in the air.
Beiyao slowly followed his steps, and the redness at the end of his eyes had not disappeared. The more she thought, the more sad she felt. If Pei Chuan didn't come back 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. Bei Yao said: "Pei Chuan, you wait for me."
Pei Chuan stood still, watched her trot, gestured at the old man, and pointed to the balloon above. The old man gave her a dragonfly balloon.
She led it and trot all the way back.
Countless children are looking at her and her balloons. She speaks with a nasal voice, which is the unique soft glutinousness of the girl: "Pei Chuan, please stretch out your hand."
He clenched his fists and stretched out the left hand in his pocket without letting her see the palms that had not faded.
Beiyao tied the balloon to his wrist, and she tied a knot. The poor balloon floated in front of them, so funny.
Pei Chuan did not solve it.
The inflated dragonfly flew gently in the air, like the accidental touch of her fingertips.
His self-esteem is no more than desire, so she is here now.
Pei Chuan asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"
Bei Yao said: "I'm sorry, it's all me bad. Is it sad that you left home a year ago?"
He looked at her quietly.
The girl gave a wry smile, and the dewdrops fell off the branches, beautiful under the moonlight, quietly waiting for his answer.
At that moment he faded. After a year of madness and exaggeration, he also felt a bit sad.
He said, "No."
He is bad by nature, and he is sad. Just want to leave.
She said, "I almost lost it when I was a kid. My mother tied a hydrogen balloon to my hand. She said that she would see me get me back at a glance. Pei Chuan, I'm sorry I couldn't find you, please forgive me."
His eyes fell on her.
The autumn night was a bit cold. She wore a beige mid-length sleeve and was shrunk by the cold wind. It was just that her smile brightened, and she stretched out a small white and tender hand: "Give you a call, forgive me, okay?"
It was like he was so angry when she was a child that she passed the world, she asked timidly, give you a call, forgive me, okay?
Long street.
The wind whispered into his ears, and his heart suddenly softened.
What's wrong with her, he has always been bad for her, so she was surprised that she even liked her. He came back even for passion and lust.
She hasn't changed, but he's worse.
He wanted to hold this hand even more, and should have let her follow her, it should be held. But in the end there is no.
He thought desperately that he was more like her when he was over.
So he said, "Go home."
Numerous conspiracies and tricks are useless, but not her real and close smile. It turned out that someone never thought of abandoning him.
The last bus home came as scheduled, and the car wobbled.
Beiyao slept so peacefully for the first time.
Pei Chuan was sitting next to her, and a small slit opened in the window. The street lamp was dim, and the tree shadow could not cover the moonlight. There was only an old record store outside, with older songs. He listened attentively, yes Li Keqin's "Moonlight Serenade", he looked at her sideways, her long eyelashes drooped unconsciously and fell asleep--
......
But my heart is still occupied by her every moment
She still seems to be silent this month
Violin solo solo moonlight leaning on late autumn
My longing for my longing till later
Still leaning on insomnia and looking at the stars and stars
I still heard the violin crying and complaining again.
Why there is only one crescent moon left in my sky
After this night, the audio is isolated
People like the moon in the sky cannot be possessed
He was sad and sad in his heart, but he was glad that he hadn't had time to really hurt her.