Protected: Ch 1.1: returning to 4 years old

 In the summer of 1996, a strong wind blew down the young bamboo, and a group of four or five-year-olds opened their eyes wide to see the small hail falling from the sky.

    “This is popsicle! It’s edible!”

    The children cheered, picking up the hail with their little hands.

    Teacher Xiao Zhao was busy changing the pants for the boy in the corner. The little boy eyes reflected a deathly stillness as he looked at the yellow urine on the pants and under the wheelchair, without saying a word.

    The moment she saw the insensible children outside the classroom picking up the hail,  Teacher Xiao Zhao was afraid that there would be trouble, and could not care about the fact that he took off the pants of the dark-haired boy midway, and hurriedly brought back the children that were outside.

    There were only four little boys remaining in the classroom, and a little girl sleeping in the front row with a fever.

    Among the little boys, there was a fat boy named Chen Hu. Similar to his name, he looked like a tiger, was extraordinarily healthy and there were even two circles of redness on his white and chubby cheeks, and his size was bigger than other children.

    Chen Hu moved his eyeballs. Originally, he was looking at the hailstones outside that he hadn’t seen before. Alas, being of a closer distance, he smelled the urine. He scrunched his nose and turned around. Pei Chuan, sitting on the wheelchair, was lifting his own pants.

    Unfortunately, there was nothing below his knees and he couldn’t use his strength.

    After a long time, he barely pulled up his pants soaked with urine, covering his male organs.

    Chen Hu looked at the urine on the ground, and said in a child’s sharp and inconceivable tone, “Look! Pei Chuan wet his pants! It’s all over the place.”

    Several boys in the classroom turned around and covered their mouths.

    “He’s so dirty!”

    “I saw it just now, Teacher Zhao was changing his pants!”

    “He’s still wearing those pants. Look at his pee over there, eh!”

    Peichuan’s pale and thin face was dyed with shameful redness. He bit his lip and yanked down the picture book to block the wet position. He shivered and looked at the teacher outside the kindergarten.

    Teacher Xiao Zhao came in carrying the last child and rebuked the children saying, “That’s called hail, you can’t eat it! I will tell your parents to pick you up later!” 

Afraid the children were disobedient, she put on a stern face and said, “If you eat the hail, little children will never grow taller! “

    As soon as this remark was made, several children immediately turned pale. Tears formed in their eyes and they started crying aloud.

    “Teacher, will I never grow taller again …”

    Teacher Xiao Zhao said, “Of course not, it’d be fine as long as you go back and eat more rice tonight.”

    The naive children broke out in smiles.

    However, innocence was sometimes the cruellest. The little fatty turned his finger at Pei Chuan saying: “Teacher Zhao, Pei Chuan has wet his pants!”

    As soon as he said this, Teacher Xiao Zhao remembered that the child’s pants in the corner were only taken off midway. However, the little fatty shouted so loudly that everyone in the class heard it.

    Pei Chuan shuddered as huge droplets of tears came falling down. He didn’t do it on purpose, not on purpose …

    For a while, the children’s childish comments sounded.

    “I stopped wetting my pants when I was three!”

    “Mama says children who wet their pants are dirty.”

    “Pei Chuan has no legs, he even wet his pants, in the future, let’s not play with him! ‘ ‘

    “Those who play with him will also wet their pants!”

    …

    The chattering sounds finally woke up the little girl with a fever in the front row.

    Her cheeks were flushed, her long eyelashes trembled, and her hazy eyes opened.

    The wind was so strong that it blew her two braids. Bei Yao blinked dully and her breath was burning hot. This immature body had no strength. She clearly remembered that she was dead. How could she…

    She looked down, straightened up from the little round table, and looked at her soft, white, tender and meaty hands.

    Behind her were the countless people yelling Pei Chuan’s name. Beiyao’s breath slowed and she turned back unbelievably.

    The faded pictures in her memory, washed-out by the years, suddenly became vivid. Teacher Xiao Zhao was only 26 years old this year, with the tenderness and vigour of a young female teacher.

    The children stared at the small ball in the corner with a united enmity, revealing a loathing look in their eyes.

Afraid the children were disobedient, she put on a stern face and said, “If you eat the hail, little children will never grow taller! “

    As soon as this remark was made, several children immediately turned pale. Tears formed in their eyes and they started crying aloud.

    “Teacher, will I never grow taller again …”

    Teacher Xiao Zhao said, “Of course not, it’d be fine as long as you go back and eat more rice tonight.”

    The naive children broke out in smiles.

    However, innocence was sometimes the cruellest. The little fatty turned his finger at Pei Chuan saying: “Teacher Zhao, Pei Chuan has wet his pants!”

    As soon as he said this, Teacher Xiao Zhao remembered that the child’s pants in the corner were only taken off midway. However, the little fatty shouted so loudly that everyone in the class heard it.

    Pei Chuan shuddered as huge droplets of tears came falling down. He didn’t do it on purpose, not on purpose …

    For a while, the children’s childish comments sounded.

    “I stopped wetting my pants when I was three!”

    “Mama says children who wet their pants are dirty.”

    “Pei Chuan has no legs, he even wet his pants, in the future, let’s not play with him! ‘ ‘

    “Those who play with him will also wet their pants!”

    …

    The chattering sounds finally woke up the little girl with a fever in the front row.

    Her cheeks were flushed, her long eyelashes trembled, and her hazy eyes opened.

    The wind was so strong that it blew her two braids. Bei Yao blinked dully and her breath was burning hot. This immature body had no strength. She clearly remembered that she was dead. How could she…

    She looked down, straightened up from the little round table, and looked at her soft, white, tender and meaty hands.

    Behind her were the countless people yelling Pei Chuan’s name. Beiyao’s breath slowed and she turned back unbelievably.

    The faded pictures in her memory, washed-out by the years, suddenly became vivid. Teacher Xiao Zhao was only 26 years old this year, with the tenderness and vigour of a young female teacher.

    The children stared at the small ball in the corner with a united enmity, revealing a loathing look in their eyes.