Devil’s Warmth

Zheng Qian ’s proposal, Yu Qian, did n’t agree with it. It ’s been a while since the preschool started, but she found out that Pei Chuan had never raised her hand and said that she wanted the teacher to use the toilet.

When Yu Qian saw the little boy's cracked lips in summer, she suddenly understood something.

Pei Chuan is a child with a sense of self-esteem. Although his emotions have not changed much, no one knows what he thinks. If changing seats would cause him great harm, Yu Qian didn't think it was a good idea.

However, Mr. Zheng's suggestion that Pei Chuan pushed Bei Yao also embarrassed Yu Qian.

If Pei Chuan really bullies Xiao Bei Yao, it is not appropriate for Xiao Bei Yao to sit with him again.

After thinking about it, Yu Qian decided to observe for a day before speaking.

In the morning, teacher Yu brought Fang Minjun to the classroom and asked her to introduce herself to the children.

Four-year-old Fang Minjun wears a white princess dress and her soft long hair is scattered. Because she always remembers to smile and learn Chang Xue, she has no expression on her face. Seriously, "My name is Fang Minjun. I hope to get along with the children. "

This is what Fang Xinjun's father Fang Xin taught. Fang Minjun said it, and Yu Qian took the lead to applaud. This year, Fang Minjun was undoubtedly clean and beautiful. There was a heartfelt applause in the classroom.

Beiyao's green jacket is a cotton yellow tender short-sleeved jacket, and below the bean-green shorts to the knee.

This bright color is lively and dirty, and she didn't have white clothes when she was a child-Zhao Zhilan was afraid of children getting dirty.

The whole class may be Fang Minjun alone in a white princess dress.

Fang Minjun was temporarily seated at the first table deliberately set out at the entrance of the classroom. She was young and somewhat aggrieved.

Fang Minjun thought that everyone had the same table, but she didn't. It wasn't like that in kindergarten. The children in kindergarten liked to play with her. Besides, Pei Chuan, who has no legs, has the same table. Why should he sit alone? Wasn't Bae Chuan alone? She wants to go home, miss her mother, but sees Beiyao who puts her schoolbag on the far left of the classroom, and feels that she can't go back!

After the first class, Fang Minjun was surrounded by several children at once.

There are children who went to kindergarten together, and others who think Fang Minjun looks good and looks like sister Chang Xue on TV. Fang Minjun was cared for by everyone, which made him feel better.

Bei Yao carefully found the cleaned apple from the bag.

The big apple was so red that it was Zhao Zhilan who was afraid she would be hungry for her in preschool.

She looked at it with pity, and turned to look at Pei Chuan: "Pei Chuan, do you eat apples?"

Pei Chuan wrote in the Tian grid on the workbook. The sunlight from September came into the door from the window, and the window was a little dark. Pei Chuan looked down, and black eyes fell on the workbook, without speaking. If he ignored her, Bei Yao would understand. This is not necessary, don't bother him.

Rejoicing, she turned her head and asked Ni Hui and Gu Xinghua whether they would eat.

Both children in the back nodded.

Pei Chuan grasped the pencil tightly. He turned to look, his little fellow's head tilted, and he was dividing apples with a knife. The ribbons of her buds trembled and struggled.

He turned his attention to the small knife, which was Pei Yao's pencil sharpener. Xu started because the girl's mother had taught her to wash the knife carefully. The corners of his mouth curled into a straight line.

Pei Chuan is not happy.

He doesn't eat apples, and Bei Yao eats Pei Chuan by himself, but Ni Hui and Gu Xinghua eat, and the uncontrollable anger is born out of control in an instant.

This obedient, stupid, and good-tempered little dumpling reached the peak of his dissatisfaction and irritability.

When Bei Yao divided the apple, Chen Hu came.

Fat Duner was greedy and had a thick skin. He asked Xiao Beiyao for an apple, and Xiao Beiyao's third grade memory was also very simple. She didn't have many twists and turns in her heart and gave it generously.

Chen Hu bit the sweet apple, and his cheeks slammed and beckoned, "Bei Yao, this year will take you to catch sparrows."

Bei Yaoxing Er's eyes were clear, and she nodded with a smile.

Chen Hu hummed and left.

Pei Chuan's pencil lead suddenly broke off.

He suddenly realized that Xiao Beiyao was good for everyone. He is not the special one. He thought that ...

He looked down, reached for the knife, and began to sharpen his pencil.

His fingertips were pale, but his pen sharpening was sharper than her apple cutting.

Bei Yao did not know that Pei Chuan was unhappy. Pei Chuan, who had been cold all the time, was happy and unhappy. She has memories within five years, but her mind is still a child.

This is the hottest day in September. The sun is high in the afternoon and the temperature is comparable to midsummer. During class in the afternoon, Bei Yao kept drinking water. She was greedy, put a little sugar in the water, and didn't hold much water. Because she used to drink water, she always asked for Pei Chuan.

The water in his cup was always full, and he would not drink it by himself. Often he looked at it with peeping eyes, and he gave it to her.

Bei Yao drank his own water and looked over at Pei Chuan.

The boy's eyelashes are also long, but they are not lifted. His eyes will cover the emotions in his eyes well. The profile of the face is a bit sloppy beyond the handsome silhouette.

"Pei Chuan, I want to drink water." Her little milky voice softened, she opened the cup, her little arms stretched forward, and asked him to drink water.

At this time, Pei Chuan would unscrew the water glass and pour it into her glass.

But today Pei Chuan didn't move, she looked at it with stunned eyes.

He slowly raised his eyes, and black eyes looked at her.

— I'm upset.

His eyes did not cover his emotions well, but Bei Yao couldn't understand. She looked at him blankly, thinking she understood what he meant, and happily put the water glass over his table.

Pei Chuan: "..."

Pei Chuan pushed her water cup back, then took out her pencil, and from the end of the screw on the wooden table to the other, she clearly marked a "38 line".

He was meticulous, and did not take advantage of her half, nor did he let Bei Yao a little bit.

A small wooden table, two people divided in half.

He was cold-hearted and blocked her out.

Bei Yao stared blankly.

Isn't this the dividing line that will start to appear in grades one and two? Was she and Pei Chuan the earliest children in the class who appeared on the 38th line?

She was sad to find that the little boy hated herself.

Yu Qian in front of the podium frowned and looked at this scene. Could it be that Teacher Zheng was right? Pei Chuan didn't like Bei Yao, would she bully her even sitting together?

If this is the case and Pei Chuan is unwilling to sit at the same table with Xiao Beiyao, it is better to let Bei Yao and Fang Minjun sit together.

Teacher Yu decided to ask a few children what she thought. She had asked Fang Minjun before. Fang Minjun said, "Teacher, I want to sit with my children."

Then ask Pei Chuan again.

There is still some time before Pei Haobin comes to pick up Pei Chuan. Teacher Yu pushes the wheelchair to let Pei Chuan wait in the teacher's office first. She asked the little boy, "Don't you want to sit with Pei Yao?"

Pei Chuan raised his face.

His dark eyes were pure, like the deep blackness inside the glass marbles that year.

He didn't speak, Yu Qian had to be honest with the little boy: "Now there is a little sister in the class called Fang Minjun, and Xiaochuan also knows her today. The teacher wants to ask you if you want to sit alone or with Beiyao Children sit together, or with Fang Minjun? "

Yu Qian wondered, she was most afraid to hear the last answer.

Although it was a multiple-choice question for Pei Chuan, it seemed that the initiative was in Pei Chuan's hands, but Teacher Yu was afraid he would choose Fang Minjun. After all, Pei Chuan was willing, and Fang Minjun was mostly unwilling.

However, Fang Minjun's child really looks good-looking, and there is a title of "Little Jade Girl". If Pei Chuan chooses Fang Minjun, it will be the most difficult.

Before the fall is cool in September, Pei Chuan's lips, throat, and throat are dry and tingling.

He said in a tone so low that Yu Qian could hardly hear: "I'm alone."

After hearing this answer, Teacher Yu was relieved, but she felt a little surprised. She said softly, "Ogawa, it ’s good for children to drink plenty of water. If you want to go to the toilet, you can find a teacher. Teacher Yu is very happy to take care of you. Do n’t you want to pee and know?"

Pei Chuan didn't answer.

When he said "I'm alone", although he tried to be as calm as possible, he was only five years old this year, his eyes were sore, and he almost cried. This was already his limit, and he could no longer calmly answer the teacher's second question.

When the children were gone, Teacher Yu Qian told Pei Chuan's answer to Teacher Zheng.

Teacher Zheng bowed his head: "This is good. Tell Bei Yao tomorrow and let her sit down with Fang Minjun."

It can only be the.

When coming to class the next morning, Bei Yao had forgotten yesterday's unhappiness. She opened the schoolbag bag and took out a small and cute bamboo dragonfly from it.

The bamboo dragonfly cut off the small wooden thorns with sharp edges and corners, and was dumb-polished.

Beiyao didn't understand why she made Pei Chuan unhappy yesterday. After thinking about it at night, she asked her father to make her a "little dragonfly".

She helped Bei Licai sweep the floor, and the four-year-old female doll was funny and struggling with a broom. Bei Licai couldn't help crying and laughing, so she had to make a beautiful bamboo dragonfly for her.

At this moment, Bei Yao passed the bamboo dragonfly: "This one can fly." Bei Yao showed it to her. She held the bamboo stick in her little hand and rubbed it. The dragonfly flew out, flew to the corner of the front of the classroom, hit the wall, and then slowly fell down.

She used little strength, so the bamboo dragonfly could not fly far.

Pei Chuan looked at her, and the breeze came through the window, blowing her fine hair and ribbons on the buds. She ran happily to pick it up, spread her little hands, and gave him the bamboo dragonfly: "Give it to you, don't get angry."

Pei Chuan couldn't tell what he felt.

The little hand didn't seem to be a long lesson. They crossed each other's "Chuhe Han Realm" and were tender and soft, apparently without any aggression, but made him feel uncomfortable for no reason.

He also ignored the existence of that dividing line, took the bamboo dragonfly with a bit of inexplicability, and she saw her Xinger's eyes light up for a moment.

In mid-September, about to enter autumn, she lowered her head to lift the lid of the drinking glass to drink water, and her face was almost buried in the drinking glass.

She didn't know anything, didn't know that he had "abandoned" her long ago, and didn't know that he wasn't angry anymore.

Pei Chuan's pale hand rubbed against the bamboo dragonfly. His father was an excellent criminal policeman, but he would not make such a toy. For the first time, he saw an inanimate thing fluttering by himself. Pei Chuan does not need such a toy. He has no legs. If he releases it, he cannot pick it up by himself.

The only thing he could do was hold it in his hand.

After class Yu Qian said, "Bei Yao, go and sit with Fang Minjun." With this remark, the noisy preschool was quiet for a moment. The children all looked at Pei Chuan subconsciously and then Fang Minjun.

Pei Yao clutched the little panda on the schoolbag and raised her eyes sternly. She first looked at teacher Yu Qian who was not a joke, and then looked at Fang Minjun, who was young at the far right of the classroom. Finally turned to look at Pei Chuan.

She had childishness and ignorance in her eyes, like the fog smudged in ink paintings, and wondered why he asked her to leave?

Pei Chuan moved his eyes and looked at his empty pants legs calmly and indifferently.