Devil's Body Temperature (MTL) [COMPLETED]

10. Sulking

In the sound of firecrackers, the new year is coming.

The winter in city c snows every year, which is the most pleasant time for children.

The outside was covered with silver and white. Chen Hu was beaten up a few years ago. His father was grumpy. After seeing his paper, he was beaten.

Chen Hu passed the exam at fifty, and they were the last one in the pre-school class.

Xiaobiandun's wailing like pig killing almost heard the whole community, Zhao Zhilan shook his head, a little funny: "This boy's voice penetration is too strong."

The New Year became a death-free gold medal for Chen Hu 's children. He was deducted from his New Year 's money, but anyway, his grumpy dad would not beat him.

Chen Hu took a group of children from the community to hang out, and behind him he followed six or seven boys. Two of them are two years older than him, but they are not as strong as they are.

Li Da said: "Let's go to Minmin."

Chen Hu thought for a while: "catching birds and shooting, not playing with girls." But thinking about Fang Minjun's beautiful and noble look again, she agreed, "Well, let's go find her."

All the boys in the old-fashioned community are here, except Pei Chuan. Their construction here is very old and has characteristics, similar to a large courtyard, but the floor will be higher.

The south wall will be covered with creepers in summer, and now a layer of ice crystals has formed.

They were particularly easy to find someone, standing downstairs and letting their voices yell, "Fang Minjun--"

The children's voices rushed downstairs, and after calling Fang Minjun, Chen Hu remembered that he had eaten Bei Yao's apple. So I took everyone to continue to shout: "Beiyao-"

The crisp and tender voice was heard throughout the community.

Pei Chuan makes dumplings with his mother Jiang Wenjuan in the opposite building. Jiang Wenjuan initially only let him have something to play with. After all, Pei Chuan finished the winter vacation homework in the preschool class in two days. Other children would not take the initiative to bring a "cumbersome" to play. Jiang Wenjuan was sad and could only spend some time with his son.

However, Pei Chuan looked down, and his pale fingers pinched the folds of the dumplings. He is always like this, learning everything quickly.

Jiang Wenjuan felt even more uncomfortable. Pei Chuan led the roll back the night she cried in the middle of the night with a dull voice in the quilt. Pei Chuan is the only one hundred points in the preschool class. Her son is so clever and excellent, but has been deprived of his legs. He has ruined most of his life.

Pei Chuan was making dumplings seriously, and heard the ups and downs of the downstairs calling Beiyao, and the dumplings in his hands were a little bit peeled.

His black eyes looked at it lightly and pinched the gap again.

Jiang Wenjuan has been observing him all at once, and discovered it at once. No child will take the initiative to find Pei Chuan. After all, the children are like light birds. They can't push it, and they won't be willing to push Pei Chuan into a heavy wheelchair.

Jiang Wenjuan was afraid that his son would feel uncomfortable: "Don't make dumplings anymore. Mom will take you out to play?"

Pei Chuan's lips moved, he wanted to refuse, but in the end he said nothing. At the age of five, he still had expectations and yearnings for the world, and he also wanted to go out to see the snow.