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Teacher Zhu put his finger on the piano keys and sang the first line of the nursery rhyme in the textbook: "A vine tree in front of Amen..."

More than 60 pairs of black eyes in the classroom looked at Pei Chuan in unison.

The old fans in the June classroom crunched and made a dull and gray sound. The windows were half-closed, and the breeze was filled with the scorching summer heat, dull and fierce.

His bloodless lips moved: "A vine tree in front of Amen..."

His voice is mute. Because he rarely speaks, he sings are not as vivid and clear as a child, but rather like an old record player, mute and unpleasant. Because he is changing teeth and the front teeth are leaking, his pronunciation is not clear.

The classroom started with Chen Hu and burst into laughter.

The children covered their lips and laughed, and the sound of the organ in the classroom continued.

Pei Chuan bit his lip tightly.

Teacher Zhu was still playing, signaling Pei Chuan to continue singing: "Aren'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'an'."

He fell silent, and the fan above his head was rotating. Pei Chuan stopped speaking amid laughter.

The heat of the body's blood hits the cheeks, which is even more than shame. In the end, it appears pale on the cheeks.

Teacher Zhu frowned, and first scolded the child who was laughing at in the classroom: "Don't laugh anymore, what's so funny about learning to sing." Then she looked at Pei Chuan and "continue to sing with the teacher."

However, no matter how she taught her next, Pei Chuan stopped talking.

His dark eyes fell on the music book in the textbook. Bei Yao saw that his fingers were trembling.

Teacher Zhu was in a bad mood. It was like an invisible confrontation between the teacher and the student, as if he could no longer speak today, he would no longer have prestige.

Bei Yao felt depressed. She was also afraid of the teacher, but she mustered up the courage to stand up, her tender and crisp voice echoed in the classroom, and then the teacher's voice sang: "The snail is carrying the heavy shells, climbing up step by step, two orioles on the tree, Ah Xi Ah Xi is laughing at it..."

She also leaked the air and even got a little out of tune.

However, she sang loudly, and the summer sun moved, and a warm silhouette fell at the door of the classroom. The girl singing out of tune and leaked from the air caused even greater laughter.

Chen Hu hit the table: "Hahaha, Beiyao is so funny." The teacher asked Pei Chuan, who had no legs, to sing, but she didn't let her sing, and she was still so funny when she sang. Basically, there was no sentence in the tune.

Pei Chuan slowly raised his eyes, which had been lowering his eyes.

She was six years old this year, with soft cheeks and tender voice. She clenched her fists as everyone laughed, and she turned red and sang. He could even see her baby teeth that had not been replaced.

She seemed to want to cry a little, and she lowered her eyes to see his gaze. The next moment, Xing'er's eyes bent and turned into a bright smile.

Without front teeth, I'm so ugly.

He thought so.

But he knew that when the teacher taught everyone to sing, Bei Yao clearly did not go out of tune.

She shared all the laughter.

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After that singing incident, Teacher Zhu realized that it was not good. Although Pei Chuan still didn't speak in the future, she did not let him sing alone again.

Elementary school time is as calm as water. Everyone is used to seeing Pei Chuan without legs, and he doesn’t feel strange or weird.

His tense nerves got the most peaceful time.

The only change is that the soft and cute little girl next to him has changed her hairstyle.

One Monday in the third grade, her two buds disappeared, replaced by a small ponytail tied to the back, which made her feel a little refreshing and a little childish, revealing her fair cheeks with a fat baby.

Bei Yao and the little girl at the back table sat back after turning over the flower rope and heard the hoarse voice of the boy beside him: "Where are your hairbands?"

Now Pei Chuan would occasionally talk to her, and every time she heard him talk, she was happy. His heart was like a stone, and every time he beat, it was so difficult.

Bei Yao touched her ponytail, and her little breasts gradually changed a little, but her mouth was still soft: "It's thrown away, my mother said that she can't tick two more times when she's in the third grade."

She happily touched the ponytail on her head: "Does it look good now?"

The boy said coldly with thin lips: "It's not good-looking."

Bei Yao put her chin on the table and sighed. She knew that she was not as beautiful as Minmin. The third-grade girl gradually began to realize what it means to look good and round.

Now her memory has been expanding to the first year of junior high school. Fang Minjun in the first year of junior high school is the class beauty, and Bei Yao remembers herself in the first year of junior high school, and her cheeks still have baby fat.

As Bei Yao remembers, the road from Chaoyang Primary School in City C began to be rebuilt. It was originally a narrow path, but now it is full of cement and stone.

Children like to stay and play after school, but now they can’t walk on the main road, they have to walk on the small road.

Xiao Beiyao was sadly aware that everything was as she remembered. Her uncle hit someone by driving, and her mother took out the money to help her pay. Her family was very poor recently.

Pei Chuan was picked up by Pei Haobin on a motorcycle. On the way, he saw Bei Yao. She walked with two little girls with her schoolbag on her back, and the three little girls had smiles on their faces.

He was still protected by Pei Haobin in front of the motorcycle.

Pei Chuan suddenly said, "Dad, I'll sit in the back next time."

"Why do you want to sit in the back? Be safer in the front, Dad can look at you."

The boy didn't explain much: "I'll sit in the back and pull your clothes."

Pei Chuan knew that his legs were not good, so he exercised the strength of his arms under his mother's guidance.

When they got home, they happened to see Zhao Zhilan coming out to take out the trash.

Now that Bei Yao goes to and from school, she walks by herself, Zhao Zhilan will not pick her up again.

Pei Chuan asked Pei Haobin to put down the wheelchair, and Pei Chuan got into the wheelchair: "I'll sit down there for a while."

Although Pei Haobin was surprised, he was pleased with his son's cheerful thoughts. He didn't think much about it: "I call him dad when I want to go home."

"Um."

Pei Chuan and Zhao Zhilan finished dumping the garbage and went home. They were silent for a moment, driving the wheelchair toward the garbage warehouse.

His arms are now stronger than all children, and the wheelchair will no longer be slammed in a hurry in his hands.

He attached himself, and the garbage warehouse was covered in foul smell.

Pei Chuan had no expression. His pale fingers pulled open the black plastic bag, found the tender green ribbon with a slippery thread from it, and picked it out.

Why not wear it? Will it change when you grow up?

Pei Chuan had already returned home before the children in the community came back.

Jiang Wenjuan has prepared the meal. In the past two years, her relationship with Pei Haobin is neither salty nor weak, and the two are still busy at work. However, Jiang Wenjuan is in a very good mood today. She bought a bottle of drink and spoke at the dinner table: "A friend I met in the hospital said that Xiaochuan's current situation can be used for prosthetics. He has a friend who does this."

Pei Haobin frowned: "Is it reliable?"

"Of course." Jiang Wenjuan looked at Pei Chuan with soft eyebrows, "Xiaochuan will be able to stand up soon, are you happy?"

Pei Chuan didn't say anything, he bent his lips.

Seeing this, Pei Haobin didn't say much. Pei Chuan was nine years old soon, and it was very important to be able to take care of himself. Although his son doesn't seem to have any mental illness at the moment, it is always a good thing to be able to stand up.

Pei Chuan took a leave from the school and went to the installation unit to check.

The technician was a kind uncle. He smiled and asked, "Can you check it out?"

Pei Chuan nodded, and his warm big hand touched his residual limb. Jiang Wenjuan looked anxiously. The hand under Pei Chuan's collar was clenched into a fist. He used all his willpower to resist people touching his residual limb.

"Do you have regular massages? It's well protected and it's much easier to shape. After you go back today, you'll use temporary prosthetics to exercise plastically. I'll take a mold and get the prepared prosthetics in a while."

Jiang Wenjuan nodded quickly.

Pei Chuan looked at the gray color of the sky, and he almost forgot what it felt like to walk?

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Prosthetic exercises are very tiring. Pei Chuan has been doing this simple and boring training throughout the winter.

That's not his legs, it's cold and has no temperature.

The color was also different from his skin. He touched it and it turned out that when he grew up, his legs would not grow back. It was the only alternative.

Prosthetic technology was developed in 2000. At the beginning of the year, Pei Chuan's family was considered a well-off society, so he could afford the cost.

At first, he couldn't find the center of gravity and fell twice.

However, Pei Chuan did not cry. He held the bar and practiced seriously and focusedly until he was sweating in winter. Jiang Wenjuan covered her lips and watched her son stumble and walk, burst into tears.

When spring comes, Pei Chuan can walk with prosthetics.

Putting down his trouser legs, he was no different from a normal child. Men like Pei Haobin shed tears this night.

Pei Chuan looked at himself in the mirror and his prosthetic limbs were made according to his proportions.

Pei Chuan suddenly realized that if he could grow up normally, he would be taller than many boys.

He curled his lips and smiled.

The fourth grade school started, and the children in Class 1 were shocked!

Pei Chuan can stand up, a cold and unpopular boy. He has a graceful face this year. Bei Yao is only one year younger than him, but he is half a head shorter than him who has hit his prosthetic limb.

The children don’t know much about what prosthetics are. They think that Pei Chuan is walking while standing, they feel like a miracle that happens in a cartoon.

The arrogant little goddess Fang Minjun couldn't help but look at her with surprise several times.

Bei Yao looked at him blankly. She was in the fourth grade and her memory expanded to the second grade of junior high school.
To be continued...