Chen Meixi felt very broken. The final grades of the first grade came out, her Chinese and math scores were 93 and 95 respectively, while Jing Lin was 95 and 100, so she was studying hard throughout the second grade. What made her even more depressed was that the first double hundred in the class was Tu Mochu, who had no legs.

Chen Meixi was in a hurry, and when Lin Fen asked, she cried and said, "Jing Lin peeked at Tu Mochu's test paper at the same table, and Tu Mochu didn't cover it. ”

Lin Fen thought to herself, Lin Fangfei's daughter is really shameless, she knows how to cheat at a young age. After she figured it out, she comforted Chen Meixi, "It's okay, I will have to change positions in the third grade in the future, so I don't believe that stupid girl can copy others." ”

As for the first place Tu Mochu, smart is smart, no matter how good his brain is, he is a cripple, even if he is good at the exam, it is estimated that finding a job and marrying a daughter-in-law is a problem, which family will be willing to marry his daughter.

And Yang Jun is still at the bottom of the entire community, and he is the first to last in every exam.

Tu Mochu hated two classes the most, music and physical education. This is a class that all elementary school students enjoy except him.

In the music class, Teacher Zhang talked about the electronic piano and taught the children to sing the song "The Snail and the Oriole" in the music textbook.

Tu Mochu is seven years old this year, he is changing his teeth, two front teeth are missing, they have not yet grown, he rarely speaks at home, and his strong sense of self-esteem and shame makes him just listen in silence.

His little table mate had a crisp voice, like a cheerful bird on the branches in the morning. Jing Lin hasn't faded her little milk voice yet, and there are still two small buds tied with ribbons on her head. The teacher taught a sentence, and she sang along.

She also began to change her teeth, and her speech was leaky, but she was very well-behaved, and she sang whatever the teacher taught.

The children sang along, and Teacher Zhang frowned and looked at the boy by the window in the third row, "Tu Mochu, why don't you sing with everyone?" ”

Tu Mochu's dark eyes looked at the teacher quietly. This kid didn't have the fear and shyness of other classmates to the teacher, his eyes seemed to be filled with stagnant water, and he even ignored Teacher Zhang's words and didn't mean to answer.

Teacher Zhang felt faceless, and couldn't help but dislike him for such a dark existence. She said: "I understand that your legs are not good, but you can sing but you don't sing, you are very disrespectful to the teacher, do you know?" ”

Tu Mochu remained silent.

Teacher Zhang was so angry that she put on the teacher's coercion, "From now on, I'll sing a sentence, and you sing a sentence!" ”

Teacher Zhang played the piano keys and sang the first line of the children's rhyme, "A vine in front of Amen, ......"

In the classroom, a pair of dark eyes looked at Tu Mochu in unison. The old fan crunched and spun with a dull sound. The windows were ajar, and the breeze let in the summer heat.

He was only an insignificant schoolboy at this time, and he didn't have enough strength to resist, and his bloodless lips moved, "Amena a vine in front of you......"

His voice is hoarse, and because he rarely speaks, he sings not like a child's freshness and clarity, but like an old record player, hoarse and ugly, because he is changing his front teeth and his words are not clear.

The classroom, led by Yang Jun, erupted in laughter. The children covered their mouths and laughed.

The keyboard is still playing. Tu Mochu bit his lip stubbornly. Teacher Zhang motioned for him to continue singing, "Anen Anen Greenland has just sprouted......"

Tu Mochu fell silent, the fan above his head turned slowly, and he stopped speaking amid laughter. The heat of the blood rushed to the top of his head, more than shame, and finally the flush on his cheeks faded into a feeble pale.

Teacher Zhang first scolded the students in the classroom who watched jokes, "Don't laugh anymore, what's so funny about learning to sing." Then he looked at Tu Mochu, "Continue to sing along with the teacher." ”

However, no matter how she taught her, Tu Mochu no longer spoke. His dark eyes fell on the music textbook, and Jing Lin saw that his fingers were trembling slightly.

Teacher Zhang's face is not very good, it is like an invisible confrontation between the teacher and the student at this moment, as if Tu Mochu can no longer be allowed to sing today, she will lose her prestige as a teacher.

Jing Lin was depressed in her heart, she was also afraid of the teacher, but she mustered up the courage to stand up, her immature and crisp voice echoed in the classroom, and she sang along with the teacher's singing, "The snail carries the heavy shell and ......climbs up step by step."

She also sang leaky, even a little out of tune, but she sang very loudly. The summer sun shifts, falling a warm silhouette. The girl doll who sang out of tune provoked even more laughter.

Yang Jun pounded the table, "Hahaha, Jing Lin is so funny." The teacher asked Tu Mochu, who had no legs, to sing, but didn't let her sing, she was so funny when she sang it, and basically there was no sentence in tune.

Tu Mochu's lowered gaze slowly raised. She was six years old this year, with baby fat on her cheeks and a childish voice, her fists clenched in the laughter of everyone, and her face was red, but she continued to sing.

She seemed to want to cry a little, lowered her eyes to see Tu Mochu's gaze, and the next moment the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a bright smile.

Without front teeth, ugly to death. Tu Mochu thought so. But he knew that when Teacher Zhang taught everyone to sing just now, Jing Lin was obviously not out of tune, and she helped him share all the laughter.

After that singing incident, Teacher Zhang also realized that he was carried away at that time and did a little too much, although Tu Mochu still couldn't speak later, but she didn't let him sing alone anymore.

The life of elementary school is peaceful and beautiful, everyone is used to seeing Tu Mochu without legs, and they don't feel strange, his tense nerves have the most peaceful time.

The only change was that the cute little girl next to him changed her hairstyle. One day in the third grade, the two buds on her head disappeared, replaced by a bunch of refreshing ponytails, which were a little less childish and more prominent to her fair and fleshy face.

Jing Lin and the little girl at the back table turned their heads after turning over the flower rope, and heard the low voice of the boy next to them ask, "Where is your headband?" ”

Now Tu Mochu occasionally takes the initiative to talk to her, and every time she hears his voice, she is very happy. His heart was like a cold hard stone, and every beat was so hard.

Jing Lin's little milk voice seems to have changed slightly, but it is still soft and glutinous, "Lost it, my mother said that I am in the third grade, and I can't tie two more little chirps." She stroked her ponytail happily, "Does it look so good now?" ”

Tu Mochu said indifferently: "It's not good-looking. ”

Jing Lin rested her chin on the table and sighed faintly. She knew that she was not as beautiful as Mei Xi. The little girl in the third grade gradually began to realize what it means to be good-looking and mellow.

Now her memory is in the first year of junior high school, Chen Meixi was a class flower at that time, and Jing Lin thought about herself in the first year, and her cheeks were still fat and soft.

As Jing Lin remembers it, the road was built in the area from the experimental primary school to their community, and it was full of cement and stones. Children like to stay and play in the neighborhood after school, and they can't walk on the main road, so they have to take the small road.

Jing Lin was sad to find that everything was as she remembered, her uncle hit someone with a car, and her mother took out all the family funds to help lose money. Her family has been particularly poor lately.

Tu Mochu saw Jing Lin on the way home. She walked with two little girls with a cloth schoolbag on her back, and the three little girls chatted happily with smiles on their faces.

Tu Mochu was protected by Tu Yiqian in front of the motorcycle. He suddenly spoke, "Dad, next time I'll sit in the back." ”

"Why do you want to sit in the back, be safe in front, Dad can watch you."

Tu Mochu didn't explain much, "I'll sit in the back and pull your clothes." He knew his legs were bad, so he started working on his arm strength at his mother's suggestion.

When they went downstairs, they just saw Lin Fangfei coming out to take out the garbage. Now that Jing Lin walks to and from school, Lin Fangfei no longer picks her up.

Tu Mochu asked Tu Yiqian to put the wheelchair down, and he sat in the wheelchair, "Dad, I want to sit down for a while." ”

Tu Yiqian was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it, and was pleased that his son was willing to have more contact with the outside world, "Call dad when you want to go home." ”

"Hmm."

Tu Mo waited for Lin Fangfei to leave after emptying the garbage, and was silent for a moment, turning to the side of the garbage bin that came in a wheelchair. Now his arms are stronger than all other children, and his wheelchair can be flexibly controlled under his hands.

He leaned over, faced with the unpleasant smell of the garbage can, his face was expressionless, and his pale fingers opened the black plastic bag, found the ribbon that had been detached from the thread, and picked it out.

Why don't you wear it anymore? Will it change when you grow up?

Before the other children in the community returned, Tu Mochu had already arrived home.

Fang Lanzhi cooks well, the relationship between her and Tu Yiqian in the past two years is not salty or light, and both of them are very busy with work, but Fang Lanzhi is obviously in a good mood today. She spoke at the dinner table, "A doctor I know at the hospital said that Mo Chu's current situation can be fitted with prosthetics, and he has a friend who specializes in this kind of medical equipment. ”

Tu Yiqian frowned, "Is it reliable?" ”

"Of course." Fang Lanzhi looked at Tu Mochu, his expression softened between his eyebrows, "Mochu will be able to stand up soon, is Gao happy?" ”

Tu Mochu didn't speak, and slightly curved the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this, Tu Yiqian didn't say anything more. Tu Mochu will soon be nine years old, and it is becoming more and more important to be able to take care of himself, although it seems that his son does not have any mental illness at present, but it is always a good thing to be able to stand up.

Tu Mochu asked for leave to go for an examination before the prosthesis was fitted.

The technician was a kind uncle, and he smiled and asked, "Can uncle look at your legs?" ”

Tu Mochu nodded, his warm big hands holding up his legs. Fang Lanzhi stood anxiously beside him, the hand under Tu Mochu's sleeve clenched into a fist, and he used all his willpower to resist letting others touch his stump.

"Do you have regular massages, right? The protection is good, the shaping is much easier, after I go back today, I will exercise with a temporary prosthesis first, I will take a mold, and I can get the prosthesis after a while. ”

Fang Lanzhi nodded gratefully.

Tu Mochu looked at the gray sky in the distance, he had forgotten what it was like to walk?

The practice of prosthetics was very hard, and Tu Mochu was doing simple and boring training all winter. It wasn't his legs, it was cold and temperatureless, and the color was slightly different from his skin. It turns out that when you grow up, your legs don't grow back, it's just a replacement.

This year, prosthetic technology had just been developed, and Tu Mochu's family was wealthy enough to afford such an expensive cost.

Tu Mochu couldn't find his center of gravity at first, and fell hard. But he never cried, he held on to the supporting parallel bars, practiced seriously and attentively, and often sweated profusely in the winter.

Fang Lanzhi covered her mouth and burst into tears as she watched her son stumble and walk.

When the next spring comes, Tu Mochu can finally walk with a prosthetic leg. With his trouser leg down, he saw that it was no different from a normal child. A man like Tu Yiqian shed tears that night.

Tu Mochu looked at himself in the mirror, and the prosthetic leg was made according to his proportions. It dawned on him that if he could grow up properly, he would be taller than many boys. The corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.

The fourth grade started, and the first class of students was shocked!

Tu Mochu can stand up, the lonely boy who has no popularity, Mei Yu Qingjun, Jing Lin is only one year younger than him, but he is half a head shorter than him with a prosthetic leg.

The children don't know much about what a prosthetic leg is, and they think it's as cool as the transformation in a cartoon when Tu Mochu stands up and walks. The arrogant little jade girl Chen Meixi couldn't help but look at it several times with surprised eyes.

Jing Lin stared at him stunned for a long time, he was in the fourth grade, and her memory had also reached the second year of junior high school, looking at the cold table writing homework next to her, she remembered a distant thing in her memory.

Tu Mochu also had a prosthetic leg in his previous life, but later he refused and sat in a wheelchair again. That incident is still related to her.