Devil's Body Temperature (MTL) [COMPLETED]

37. Does it hurt

The third floor is a children's toy city. Compared with the second floor, the children's innocence is cheerful.

Pei Chuan looked down at her, and she took out a "safe and happy" red envelope in the left pocket of her school uniform. Bei Yao was sincere: "Thank you for saving Bei Jun. My mother said that there is nothing in our family to thank you. She wants to visit you, but you don't live in Pei's house anymore."

His dark eyes fell on the red envelope.

The girl's cheeks are pink: "Well... not many red envelopes, my family is a little poor, you know. This is what my parents want."

Pei Chuan was so big that someone gave him money for the first time.

He knew he might not have a good reputation in their sixth school, but she still gave it. Pei Chuan whispered: "No, I don't lack money."

She looked up at him with pure eyes: "Okay." Bei Yao put the red envelope back in the left pocket, and then took out something from the right pocket.

His eyes fixed on her hand, and his heart beat faster.

The girl's tone was soft and glutinous, and asked his opinion: "Can this be accepted?"

A "Jing Wanhong" scald ointment sold only a few dollars this year.

"Pei Chuan, does your hand still hurt?" Her voice was soft and soft, and she was piercing into people's hearts.

He knew he shouldn't accept it, and what he couldn't accept, rejected her like the weightless red envelope. But he stiffened his body like a gu in his throat, his heartbeat accelerated, and extended his right hand.

The pattern of Pei Chuan's palm is a broken palm.

It is said that such palms hurt people, but they can endure hardship and hard work. The young man practiced boxing, the joints were wide and distinct, and the palms were still red and swollen.

She put it gently in his palm: "Can't you wash your hands with boiling water in the future? Do you know?"

His voice was inaudible: "Well."

She found out when she bundled a hydrogen balloon for him last night, as soon as he thought of the water droplets dripping from the floor of his room and the hot steam. Pei Yao went to school early in the morning and went to the infirmary. At this time, it was half past six in the afternoon, and Pei Yao didn't have a meal.

Pei Chuan knew she had to go.

He gripped the ointment box and put it in his pocket.

"Pei Chuan, goodbye, I went back."

He watched her go downstairs as the girl's slender and thin back gradually walked away.

The door on the second floor was open, and the food was cold. Pei Chuan had not returned. Jinyang Yang was so big and said with a smirk: "Let's find it."

As they went upstairs, Pei Chuan stood in front of the window and put his hands in his trouser pockets, quiet and speechless.

This young boy, who was as silent as a mountain, was nothing like the brother Chuan they knew.

Jinyang Yang said: "Brother Chuan? Do you still eat?"

Pei Chuan shook his head: "No more."

On the National Day of the Qing Dynasty in October and the days of the celebration of the whole world, the school was also on holiday.

The military parade was broadcast on TV, and the motherland's development was prosperous.

It rained on the evening of October 2nd, and the light rain fell, but it couldn't stop the bustling celebration outside the window. The stronger the motherland, the better the lives of the people. Pei Chuan changed clothes in the room and could not catch a small button.