Devil's Warmth Chapter 2

Through the crowd, Bei Yao could only see the large wheels of the wheelchair and the stiff body of the child above.

He gritted his teeth and looked up and stared at these guileless children with his pair of eyes seemingly big and distinctly black-and-white eyes, more so because of his thin cheeks, The next moment, he calmed down, and looked at his pants with tears in his eyes.

Pei … Pei Chuan …

Although she only took one glance, Bei Yao was extremely sure. This was Pei Chuan as a child.

This five-year-old boy, because his leg was just broken and he couldn’t control his physiology, wetted his pants in class. This scene faded from everyone’s memory and replacing this was the crazy and indifferent genius computer master 18 years later.

For many people, he was a ruthless devil, who was frantically researching software that was not conducive to social stability.

However, the devil, Pei Chuan, was currently just a fragile child whom had just lost his legs.

“Bei Yao.” A little girl said, “Let’s not play with him in the future!”

Bei Yao was less than four years old and was the youngest child in the class.

Beiyao couldn’t remember how she responded in her previous life. Anyway, she probably agreed.

Having urine all over the floor in the kindergarten was a shameful matter for any ignorant child.

Moreover, the child was scary. His calf below his knee was chopped off by someone and the bottom half of his pants were empty. The children felt afraid and novel.

The classroom was in a mess, and the parents of the children were also hurrying over because of the hail. Teacher Zhao left while pushing the wheelchair. Considering the little boy’s self-esteem, she had to quickly go to the toilet to help Pei Chuan change his pants, and then organize for the children to go home.

Bei Yao powerlessly watched Pei Chuan being pushed away. Her sick voice was as weak as a cat: “Pei Chuan …”

No one heard and no one turned back.

She suddenly remembered Pei Chuan, 23, sitting in a wheelchair with no expression on his face, and saying with a stern voice that he would protect her for a whole life. The little dumpling Bei Yao was in a daze and sighed softly as she was bent over the table.

It couldn’t be that he gave too much in the previous life and this life was for her to repay him?

“Pei Chuan, don’t be sad. The classmates will forget tomorrow, I have sandwich cookies here, do you want to eat one?”

Pei Chuan whispered: “Want to go home.”

“Then, wait for your mama okay?”

Pei Chuan’s fingertips were pale, and he bowed his head and stopped talking.

Mobile phones were not widespread yet. Most of those who had were those who had status, and Teacher Xiao Zhao did not.

Pei Chuan’s mother was a surgeon. Sometimes an operation would make her busy till late at night. His father was the captain of a police team. His position was not simple and his work was busy. Neither job could tolerate any mishaps, and the little boy’s neighbours would occasionally have to be troubled to pick him up.

For example, Bei Yao’s, Chen Hu’s or Fang Minjun’s parents, will drop him off on the way back.

Parents came to the school one after another. Teacher Xiao Zhao had to look after the children. Today, another female teacher asked for leave and so all burdens had to be shouldered by her, so she was extremely busy. Teacher Xiao Zhao pushed Pei Chuan back to the classroom after changing his pants, and took building blocks for him to play.

Pei Chuan lowered his head and did not move at all.

Bei Yao looked at him with complicated eyes.

If one could redo one’s life, what would Bai Yao want to do most?

Of course, it was to keep away from Huo Xu, that trash, and to be filial to her parents for a lifetime, which all had nothing to do with Pei Chuan. On the premise that Pei Chuan did not leave a heavy mark before her death.

Her feelings towards Pei Chuan were complicated.

The hail was overwhelming and was increasing. From time to time, the parents who rushed over complained: “Aiya, what is this crazy weather, so sunny in the morning, and ice lumps falling down in the afternoon.”

Then, there were parents whom rode their bicycles while those without carried their children and ran. The children waved their hands: “Goodbye Teacher Xiao Zhao!”

“Goodbye Xiaowei! Goodbye Lili!”

Soon, Beiyao’s mother, Zhao ZhiLan, came with an umbrella.

In 1996, Ms. Zhao Zhilan was still young. There were no fine lines around her eyes, and her blue short-sleeved top seemed capable and full of vitality.

Chapter end