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In the winter of 2003, snow fell across the community, and the green mountains instantly turned white.

Chang Xue has taken the headlines of all kinds of news on TV.

"The 'jade girl' in the past became a mistress, and the Hong Kong rich man abandoned his wife for her."

"Chang Xue fell from the altar, and her cold image collapsed."

"Chang Xuexin's movies are facing a box office crisis."

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All kinds of bad news have a great influence. After dinner, people gathered in front of TV to watch such news. Chang Xue’s fans couldn’t believe the news and were still trying to clarify that the person involved, Chang Xue, had not appeared.

I don’t know who is slapping Chang Xue, but the public relations for this matter were not done well in the end. Like a volcanic eruption, the news that Chang Xue became a mistress spread throughout the streets and alleys. The character of "Jade Girl" for nearly ten years no longer exists, and Chang Xue has since withdrawn from the Hong Kong star stage.

Zhao Zhilan looked at the overwhelming news and various newspapers in a daze. She couldn't help but sigh: "Fate, sometimes I can't tell you."

Chang Xue's decline means that Zhao Xiu's most proud capital is gone, but instead, a strange embarrassment arises against this backdrop.

Zhao Xiu has been shaping Fang Minjun’s image of Chang Xue. Now Chang Xue is forced to withdraw from the entertainment industry. It is estimated that Zhao Xiu will no longer want Fang Minjun and Chang Xue to be linked.

Bei Yao looked at the news and frowned and pondered. If Fang Minjun didn't look so much like Chang Xue in the end, it might be a good thing for Fang Minjun.

But Fang Minjun has moved out of the community, and it is winter vacation again. I don’t know what the situation is in Fang Minjun.

Bei Yao was a little worried about her. Although Fang Minjun was a little cold, she was not an unforgivable villain. She remembered that Pei Chuan's family had cell phones and phone numbers.

It was snowing outside the house, and Bei Yao carried her winter vacation home to Pei Chuan's house.

Pei Haobin opened the door and stretched his eyebrows and eyes: "It's Bei Yao, it's cold outside, come in quickly."

"Thank you, Uncle Pei."

"Xiaochuan is in the room, I'll call him. If you Aunt Jiang is not here, Bei Yao will sit there casually."

Bei Yao thanked repeatedly.

Pei Chuan's family is clean and tidy. Pei Haobin has served as a soldier, so the things in the house are neatly placed. This is the second time that Bei Yao has been to Pei's family since childhood.

Pei Chuan does not like being invaded by private fields, so Bei Yao has always respected his taboos.

Pei Haobin was careless, but he didn't think so much. The inner door was caught off guard and was opened by Pei Haobin. When Bei Yao turned around, he saw Pei Chuan who had been forgotten for many years.

It was snowing outside the window, and he was at the desk, assembling a strange instrument that she couldn't understand.

The boy was still slightly thin. He sat in a wheelchair with a long black blanket covering his legs.

He turned his head and saw Bei Yao holding the book.

The air was quiet for a moment.

For the first time, Bei Yao knew that he did not wear prosthetics at home. As long as he was in front of others, Pei Chuan would always wear prosthetics, so that people would forget that he had never been better.

The sensor in Pei Chuan's hand dripped twice. He lowered his eyes and his fingers with distinct knuckles bounced. It shattered.

Pei Haobin said: "Xiaochuan, Bei Yao is here. You guys play together. Dad has to go out if he has something to do."

Pei Haobin had no time to change his clothes, so he hurried out.

"Stay up and come here."

Bei Yao was extremely embarrassed. She was as cramped as she was when she was a child. She couldn't help but breathe lightly after entering his room.

"Can't do homework?"

"No." Bei Yao hugged "Winter Vacation Homework" tightly and asked him, "Can you contact Fang Minjun?"

Pei Chuan raised his eyes and said coldly: "Mediating on other people's business."

"She grew up with us, don't you worry about her?"

Pei Chuan paused, he felt a little funny. Bei Yao thought of him too well. Who is Fang Minjun? Why should he care about her life or death? However, in her serious eyes, he subconsciously felt that he could not say these words to her.

"Do you have her phone number?"

"No."

“Where is the address?”

Bei Yao lowered her head and her face turned a little red: "No."

Pei Chuan looked at her and she was as embarrassed as a little quail. She wanted to bury herself.

He turned his wheelchair and went to the landline in the living room.

Bei Yao followed him step by step.

The boy pressed a few numbers on the landline button with his fingers, and then he met her squatted down and looked up at his big eyes that were expecting. He opened his eyes and whispered: "Hello, Teacher Li, I am Pei Chuan. Can you give me the phone number of classmate Fang Minjun's house?"

"Well, is the reason? The last time her family moved, something fell into my house. I have to inform her to take it back."

"Okay, thank you teacher, I've recorded it."

He hung up the phone, pressed a few numbers again, and then gave the earpiece to Bei Yao.

Bei Yao held the phone and the other end quickly opened. It was Zhao Xiu's voice: "Hey? Who are you looking for?"

"Aunt Xiu, I am Bei Yao, can I talk to Minmin?"

"Wait, I'll call her."

After a long time, when Bei Yao was a little uneasy, a hoarse voice from the girl came from the other end: "Hey."

"Minmin, I am Bei Yao."

Pei Chuan Hei Tong looked at the little girl who was on the phone.

Her curly long hair was scattered behind her, and she was wearing a light blue cotton suit. She grabbed the small lock on the hem of the suit and looked a little nervous. Pei Chuan heard her say, "Minmin, the wintersweet tree in the community is blooming this year and it is very fragrant. The sausage made by my mother is delicious. I will bring it to you after school, okay?"

"...When will we go to the amusement park together? I heard that City C has built a large new amusement park. I have never been to the amusement park yet. Can you accompany me?"

"Stop crying." She said gently, "You are Fang Minjun, not Chang Xue."

The girl's originally cold face was now crying hysterically, and there was a fruit knife hidden in her pocket. When Bei Yao called, she actually wanted to cut it off.

The name Fang Minjun, for more than ten years, seems to be linked to Chang Xue. Now that faith has collapsed, Fang Minjun is unable to breathe.

However, this phone call made her cry quickly.

Yes, she is only twelve years old, and hasn't been to the new amusement park yet, and hasn't seen the blooming wintersweet trees that have not bloomed at the entrance of the community. She is afraid of pain, and she is reluctant to die. She is looking forward to who can save her, but she never expected that this person would be Bei Yao. Bei Yao, who has been suppressed by her since childhood because of Chang Xue.

Fang Minjun was gradually comforted.

Bei Yao hung up the phone and saw Pei Chuan's eyes that were extremely cold than before.

She touched her pocket and said softly: "I'm sorry, I've used your phone number for so long, I'll give you the money."

She touched a fifty yuan piece, which was almost all the property of her small treasury.

Pei Chuan sneered: "You are so generous."

He took the fifty dollar bill and played with it: "Who is Fang Minjun you? Is this all your money? Or are you like this to anyone?"

Bei Yao felt it was inexplicable.

Fang Minjun is not someone, but she thought about it for a long time. If she was Fang Minjun, her mentality would collapse. If this matter continues, it might be very serious. If it is not serious, Bei Yao will naturally not care about Fang Minjun, who has always been inconsistent with him.

Pei Chuan pinched the banknote with both fingers and gently exerted force. It entered the trash can.

Bei Yao subconsciously said "ah" and squatted down to pick it up. The moody boy had already pushed his wheelchair toward the room.

"Pei Chuan, Pei Chuan..."

The door slammed in front of her eyes.

Bei Yao looked at the closed door in front of her and felt a little aggrieved for the first time. After all, she was only twelve years old and still needed to be coaxed. She often didn't understand why Pei Chuan was angry, just as she didn't know how to make this deep-minded boy happy.

Bei Yao tried his best to give in and gave him everything he thought was good to him. But these things might be like this banknote. If he disdains, he will throw them into the trash can in a blink of an eye.

She blinked and wanted to cry, but in the end she didn't knock on his door. She left the Pei family and brought the door of the house for him.

Bei Yao stepped on the snow, taking small and cute footprints at a time.

Behind the curtains on the fourth floor, Pei Chuan looked down at her.

Is he impatient with him like this?

So there is no difference between him, Fang Minjun, or Chen Hu and Li Da in Bei Yao's mind.

Pei Chuan heard her coax Fang Minjun. God gave her a soft and sweet voice, and when she coaxed people softly, it made people feel heart-warming. How she used to coax herself? Today is how she coaxed Fang Minjun. Maybe it will be Chen Hu, Li Da, anyone in the future.

He knew that his anger was in no way for no reason and even seemed nervous, but he couldn't control the ridicule that came from the bottom of his heart.

It seemed as if someone was saying, look, Pei Chuan, in her eyes, you are just a poor child who needs help.

Pei Chuan shouldn't have been angry. He was just a disabled person who should have no friends. But that day he heard Chen Hu and Li Da's words at the corner, and a seed was planted quietly in his heart.

Boys usually do not have precocious puberty, but when Pei Chuan had not yet entered the second year of junior high school, he realized it ignorantly and immaturely that he was in a different mood when facing Bei Yao.

But she didn't know, she didn't know anything.

He watched the little footprints in the snow gradually drift away, and his pale fingers held the wheelchair armrests tightly.
To be continued...