Disabled Childhood Sweetheart: A Humble Puppy Begs for the Young Lady's Pity

Zhou Jingchen took off all the sheets and duvet covers, intending to secretly take them to wash.

Perhaps in his panic, he accidentally kicked the bed leg when he got out of bed, and with a "bang," he woke up the girl on the other side of the curtain.

Wenxi rubbed her eyes, feeling the urge to urinate, and sat up dazedly, slipping on her slippers to go to the bathroom.

She saw Zhou Jingchen holding a bed sheet in his arms, pointed at it, opened her mouth to yawn lazily, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "What are you doing holding a bed sheet so early in the morning?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Jingchen pursed his thin lips into a thin line, not daring to look at her, his mind a mess.

Wenxi blinked a few times quickly, then smiled knowingly, walked up to him, and put her hands on her hips: "Oh~ I know, you wet the bed, didn't you?"

"Oh my god, Zhou Jingchen wet the bed!" She exclaimed as if she had discovered some incredible secret, her face beaming with shock as she walked out. "I'm going to tell my parents that you're so old and you still wet the bed."

Zhou Jingchen quickly pulled the person back, his neck turning red with anxiety: "No, Wenxi."

Wenxi smiled, turned around, and looked directly at him triumphantly: "If you want to shut me up, you'll have to give me something in return, won't you?"

"I'll give you all my allowance next week," Zhou Jingchen said.

She smugly took advantage of the situation: "Give me the ones from the week after next, and the week after that, too."

Wenxi was always jealous of Zhou Jingchen for having double pocket money every week. Grandpa Zhou gave him one, and her parents would give him an extra one. She was incredibly envious.

Zhou Jingchen lowered his head, his cheeks still burning: "Okay."

Seeing that his face was almost buried in the ground, Wenxi stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'm tight-lipped." She made a gesture of zipping up his little mouth.

-

Zhou Jingchen was distracted throughout the entire day.

At midday in spring, the sun shines brightly and the weather is pleasant.

The lunch break is long, so everyone plays on the playground after lunch.

The girls were playing jump rope or throwing beanbags; the boys were squatting on the ground playing with square pegs, flipping over other people's square pegs to collect them; and some people were playing cockfighting.

Wenxi was playing jump rope with a few close girls. She wanted Zhou Jingchen to stand there and help hold the rope, but Zhou Jingchen refused.

When they were children, Wenxi often asked him and Fang Haoyu to help him stretch rubber bands in their yard.

She danced happily to herself: "The iris blooms at twenty-one, two eights, two fives, six, two eights, two fives..."

Fang Haoyu didn't want to keep going for long and ran off to play something else. Wenxi then tied the other end of the rubber band to a broken wooden stake and continued jumping.

Later, when Zhou Jingchen grew up, he realized that rubber bands were for girls, and boys should play soccer, cockfighting, or play games like dominoes, double-bang cannons, and marbles.

He could help her hold up the rubber band at home, but at school with so many classmates watching, Zhou Jingchen was unwilling.

"Come on, let's manage on our own."

Seeing that he was unwilling, Wenxi didn't press the matter further. Zhou Jingchen was always like this, putting on airs at school. She would deal with him when she got home.

Not far away, Fang Haoyu was playing cockfighting with others, knocking down several boys.

The playground was filled with laughter and cheers. Zhou Jingchen held his Chinese textbook and quietly walked to sit under the flagpole.

Due to his physical condition, he was unable to truly integrate into the group of children.

Only three or four kids from the same compound who used to live nearby were willing to play with him.

However, at this age, everyone is still a child, and few people can fully consider his feelings, so most of the time, he is lonely.

He usually either holds a book or sits at his desk at home, studying some handicrafts.

He has a skill—wood carving. His grandfather taught him.

Grandpa Zhou said that when he was alone at night in the boiler room, he would pass the time by carving wood.

In Grandpa Zhou's room, there are many small wooden houses, boats, flowers, and other lifelike wooden objects in various shapes.

Grandpa said, "Jingchen, although you can't run or jump with your left leg, your hands and brain are still very agile, and you can still see. This won't affect your studies or your wood carving."

Wood carving is a skill that requires a high degree of concentration. Look how beautifully you carve; your classmates can't do it. Because they have too many distractions, they can't focus on it.

The national flag above his head fluttered proudly in the wind. Zhou Jingchen sat on the steps, concentrating on reciting his text, occasionally glancing up at Wenxi.

Her ponytail swung back and forth with her jumping movements, and her smile was always so sly, mischievous, and flamboyant.

No one is as cunning as her, and no one is as carefree and thoughtless as her.

Zhou Jingchen closed the book and thought: I should go back to live with Grandpa Zhou.

After playing cockfighting with others, Fang Haoyu was tired. He sat down next to Zhou Jingchen and whispered in his ear, "I heard from Wenxi that you wet the bed last night?"

Zhou Jingchen's mind went blank for a moment, his lips moved but he couldn't speak for a long time.

I knew it—she can't keep a secret, she's not one to keep a tight lip. If something comes out of her mouth, it's a miracle if she doesn't embellish it.

However, Zhou Jingchen found bedwetting much easier to accept than that. He wasn't angry, and simply told Fang Haoyu, "If we're brothers, don't tell anyone."

Fang Haoyu patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, do you think I'm like that big-mouthed Wenxi?"

The news spread throughout the class in less than a week.

-

After school that evening, Zhou Jingchen walked to his home on the north side with his cane. His grandfather had passed away early that day, and the door was locked.

Wen Hao asked curiously, "Grandpa Zhou is on the night shift today, aren't you sleeping here?"

Zhou Jingchen took out his key to unlock the door, turned his back to her, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "I'm not going. Your snoring is too loud at night."

Wen Xi stormed up to him, her voice rising, "What did you say?"

"I said I'll sleep by myself tonight. You go home first, and I'll tutor you later."

His tone was a bit cold, which Wenxi noticed. She thought he was being unreasonable, so she snorted and turned to leave.

Zhou Jingchen walked into the house and turned on the light. His home with his grandfather was simple and tidy. The walls of the living room were covered with his certificates of merit, awards for outstanding student, and various honors for being a model student.

Zhou Jingchen returned to his room, put down his schoolbag, took out his notebook, and began to do his homework.

Around seven o'clock, there was a rapid "bang bang bang" knocking sound coming from outside the window.

"My mom's calling you for dinner!" The voice was crisp and pleasant, but tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Zhou Jingchen stopped writing and went to the opposite door, leaning on his cane.

Pushing open the door, you are greeted by the warmth of the living room, with soft incandescent light and steaming hot food.

Xiang Qin made cola chicken wings and two vegetarian dishes, and cooked sweet potato porridge.

Zhou Jingchen sat down opposite Wenxi and glanced at her. He seemed to want to say something, but after opening his mouth, he said nothing.

Xiang Qin looked at her daughter and then at Zhou Jingchen. Seeing that neither of the children was saying anything, she guessed that the two children had a fight.