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The August sunset shines warm all over, and Bei Yao spreads her hands to show Zhao Zhilan.

Five pieces of chocolate were lying in her palm. Zhao Zhilan picked it up and looked at it: "That child gave it to you, it's not cheap."

Five red outer packaging of "Qishlin" chocolates are all produced in T City.

There was nothing particularly good in childhood, and she was very happy to eat candy, let alone chocolate from this brand. When Zhao Zhilan married Bei Licai, the Bei family was still in debt. Although Bei Yao did not lose the child after she was born, she rarely bought these snacks for Bei Yao.

One dollar of "Qishilin" costs two yuan, five dollars, and it costs ten yuan.

For Xiao Beiyao, when she was in the third grade, ten yuan was also a "huge sum". She was worried with the "huge sum" given by Pei Chuan. Seeing her daughter's simple and cute appearance, Zhao Zhilan felt soft: "Since you have collected it, then take it. From now on, if your mother cooks food, you can get some for Xiaochuan."

Bei Yao nodded vigorously and smiled: "Mom, eat."

"You take it, mom won't eat sweet ones."

"Then for dad."

"Dad doesn't like it either."

The chocolate was added with alkali that could make people happy. Bei Yao bit her two rows of white teeth, and the chocolate melted in her mouth, and her eyes lit up with tiny brilliance.

Bei Yao only ate one piece, but she was reluctant to eat the rest. She hid it in her drawer and planned to take it out to satisfy her cravings when she was greedy.

In a blink of an eye, it was mid-August. The 17th day of August was Bei Yao’s fourth birthday. Her birthday was simple, with a pack of candy and water eggs taken away. She still went to kindergarten after eating.

The children sang her birthday songs tenderly, and Bei Yao looked at the vacant position in the corner and felt a little depressed.

Xiang Tongtong said: "I'm going to preschool this year."

Several young people looked at her enviously.

Chen Hu has already come to kindergarten. He is older and is one of the children who want to go to preschool to learn knowledge. He asked Fang Minjun: "Minmin, are you going?"

Fang Minjun shook her head: "I won't go, my mother said I'm still young."

Chen Hu said: "That little mute is going too, I must beat him!" He waved his fist in a rough voice. Being bitten by a child without legs was both a shadow and a shame in Chen Hu's heart. He must take revenge!

Bei Yao looked at the fat man Chen Hu and frowned.

She knew that she had to go to kindergarten for one year, and she had always been one year lower than Pei Chuan. But if Pei Chuan had all the presence of Chen Hu in her class, would Pei Chuan have never had friends?

When he got home, Bei Yao asked Zhao Zhilan: "Can I want a birthday wish? Mom?"

Her eyes were clear and she was very obedient recently, as if she was four years old, and the child was much more obedient at once. Zhao Zhilan asked Bei Yao to tell her.

“I want to go to preschool.”

Zhao Zhilan rejected it without thinking: "No, you just turned four and you have to go again at the age of five. Before you learn to leave, you think that flying is not possible. Those brothers and sisters are learning to write. You can stay in kindergarten and play games with the children."

"Don't play games." Bei Yao said seriously, "I'll learn to write."

Zhao Zhilan was amused and crying.

Her daughter is a little cute, and she will have to respond slowly to others when she is young. The teacher said that if other children learn to sing nursery rhymes three times, her Yaoyao will take five times. If she doesn't sing five times, she will sing it slowly ten times by herself.

Bei Yao said she was going to preschool class, and Zhao Zhilan just used it as a joke. How could she let Bei Yao make trouble with such a big deal about her child's life? She wouldn't be able to keep up after losing at the starting line.

Bei Yao was not discouraged when she was rejected. She went back to her room, came out again during dinner, and showed her small piece of landmark notebook to her parents.

Zhao Zhilan was stunned when she saw it.

The left and right sides are full of Chinese characters, on the left are one row of “big”, one row of “small”, and one row of “more” and “less”.

Bei Yao's handwriting is small, and the word "Tian" has not accounted for half of it, but every stroke and stroke can be seen very seriously.

On the right is addition, "11" and "12". Although it only adds five, Zhao Zhilan was shocked. That year, the kindergarten was a large nursery, and at most a group of children sang children's songs together. Generally, they would learn knowledge formally when they entered the preschool class, and they formally learned the 99 multiplication table in the first grade.

Bei Yao looked at her mother nervously and nervously.

Zhao Zhilan asked her: "How come you have these?"

Bei Yao's heart was pounding: "On the kindergarten wall."

Before Zhao Zhilan could speak, Bei Licai laughed and said, "My Yaoyao is still a little genius!"

Bei Yao knew that her father was not as sharp as her mother. She had the memory of the third grade, and writing Chinese characters and adding them was no problem. However, she only dared to choose some simple things, for fear that Zhao Zhilan would doubt it.

Zhao Zhilan thought for a while: "What is two plus two equal?"

Bei Yao felt a little guilty. She lowered her head and made a counting move with her little hands. After a while, four soft fingers stood up.

Zhao Zhilan looked at the fingers raised on her daughter's cheek and sipped on Bei Yao's face!

She, Zhao Zhilan, finally defeated Zhao Xiu one day! She was so proud!

"We sign up for preschool classes, and my mother will go to see the teacher tomorrow!"

Bei Yao bent her eyes and smiled brightly.

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September is coming when the wild chrysanthemum on the roadside draws out its buds.

In the past, there was rain in City C every year when school started.

September 1, 1996 was no exception. Pei Chuan looked at the road surface and his pale fingers were placed on the wheelchair, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jiang Wenjuan was afraid that the child would get wet, so she put on a raincoat for him.

Jiang Wenjuan talked to her husband calmly the first time the night before. Pei Chuan was particularly worried about going to pre-school class. Since Pei Chuan's legs were cut off, Jiang Wenjuan was often awakened by the bloody scene in her dreams. The repeated scenes have become a nightmare torture a mother. How could Jiang Wenjuan see that her taciturn husband was not happy after the incident?

However, the child has to rely on Pei Haobin to find connections when going to school.

There are no special education schools near their homes, and the country has not set up such schools this year. For Jiang Wenjuan, she was even afraid that her children would enter such schools, as if she had stamped Pei Chuan a special seal of incompleteness for the rest of her life.

There are two preschool classes in Chaoyang Primary School in City C, Class 1 and Class 2. The Chinese teacher in Class 1 happened to be Pei Haobin’s junior high school classmate, with his surname Yu. Teacher Yu knew about Pei Chuan’s special situation in the morning, so when Pei Haobin said that, Teacher Yu agreed.

Chaoyang Primary School is fifteen minutes away from the community. Pei Haobin started the motorcycle and signaled Jiang Wenjuan to carry the child up.

The wheelchair was tied to the back of the motorcycle with a leather rope, and Pei Chuan was placed in front of the motorcycle and sat down.

Pei Haobin carefully protected his son and said lightly: "Let's go."

Pei Chuan held the metal bar in front of the motorcycle, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The drizzle drizzled and left her mother's sight. Pei Chuan finally lost his expression. Behind him was his father's broad chest, and Pei Haobin rode very slowly. Raindrops rarely hit Pei Chuan's face. Pei Chuan looked at the rain curtain and knew that he was about to go to a new environment.

He didn't want to go, but he knew he had to.

Because of the preschool work, my mother was finally willing to talk to her father. He wanted a complete and normal home, even if his body was no longer complete.

Pei Chuan grabbed the metal bar hard. On the way to school this day, many primary school children were carrying schoolbags and curiously looking at Pei Haobin's motorcycle.

The engine sounds very loud.

When Pei Chuan was three years old, Pei Haobin bought this motorcycle. When Little Pei Chuan got on it, he was so excited that he felt that he was the cool little superman. Everyone around him looked at him enviously. Now when everyone's envious eyes became strange, Pei Chuan lowered his eyes gloomyly.

Pei Chuan looked over and saw countless childish faces, like the name of Chaoyang Primary School, full of vitality, and the children were full of hope for their future.

Pei Haobin sent him to the door of Teacher Yu's office, and Pei Chuan was sitting in a wheelchair.

A water bottle hung next to the wheelchair. It was Jiang Wenjuan who poured it for Pei Chuan, which made him drink when he was thirsty.

The summer in September has not passed yet, and the sycamore trees in Chaoyang Primary School are lush and lush.

The gentle Chinese female teacher Yu Qian stretched out her hand at him: "Hello Xiao Peichuan, I am Teacher Yu, or your father's friend. I will teach you knowledge in the future and take good care of you."

Pei Chuan held Teacher Yu's cold and pale fingers, showing a polite smile.

He still doesn't like to talk to people he is not close to.

Teacher Yu had already learned about Pei Chuan's situation, so he said to Pei Haobin: "You go to work, I will take good care of the child."

Pei Haobin left, and Teacher Yu said to Pei Chuan: "If you want to go to the bathroom, raise your hand and tell the teacher if you know?"

Pei Chuan's pupils were pitch black, and he looked at Yu Qian in silence, and nodded for a while.

"The preschool class is full of new children, maybe you will meet the children in the same kindergarten class before."

Pei Chuan cooperated to pull the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still cold.

No one wants to see anyone in the past.

The sun slowly rose and the rain gradually stopped. Teacher Yu pushed Pei Chuan into the classroom.

As soon as they entered the classroom, the children looked at the curious eyes.

In the classroom, there were colorfully dressed little beans. Some children were neat and some were snot. Teacher Yu smiled kindly and placed Pei Chuan in front of the first row of windows under the podium.

Chen Hu sat behind and was playing with Li Da. When the teacher pushed Pei Chuan in, his eyes widened.

OK! It's really a class!

"You have already met me when you came to register yesterday. I am Teacher Yu. Teacher Yu will adjust the seats for everyone according to their height or not?"

The children spoke in unison: "Okay!"

"Now everyone stand up, and the shorter children sit in front, and the tallest children sit behind for the time being."

The children were very obedient, but it was difficult to make them more tall and short. Teacher Yu and another male teacher who taught mathematics, Mr. Zheng, helped to adjust the height and shortness.

Teacher Yu frowned and found that there were a few children missing in the class.
To be continued...