It Seems I Love You Very Much Chapter 3: Braille teacher (1)

(1)

Originally Wednesday morning was the time to record the talk show, but Nie Xi told Sang that there was nothing to do, and the show was ready.

"Who is interviewing?" Sang Wuyan asked.

Nie Xi smiled mysteriously: "Keep it a secret for now, won't you know when it's broadcast tonight?"

Sang Wuyan glanced at Nie Xi, who was full of spring breeze. It was rare to see her so happy, so she was not an ordinary person. Regarding this matter, Sang Wuyan did not pay attention to it, and turned around and forgot.

In response to employment interview questions, the school has opened a series of career guidance courses since the third year. This semester, the department invites teachers from the Faculty of Letters to teach "Communication and Eloquence", and there are exactly two sessions in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, at the school, Sang Wuyan saw the notice on the blackboard that the teacher had something to do temporarily and changed it to the evening.

Although this teacher never named him, his lectures were very interesting, so there were not many absentees.

For example, he said in a class: "From the perspective of your psychology, people will face three major fears when speaking in interpersonal communication: fear of strangers, fear of high positions and group fear. The degree of this fear It varies from person to person and experience, but it is unavoidable. Your job interview, postgraduate entrance examination interview, and civil servant interview are all occasions that combine these three fears, so so many people think this is huge obstacles.”

Some students asked below: "Teacher, do you have group fear when you face us?"

The teacher smiled and said, "Yes. For example, now you suddenly stand up and ask questions. Although I don't change my face, I am still startled, because I am afraid that you will ask me some questions that will not let me down."

After class, when Sang Wuyan returned home, he suddenly remembered the mysterious interview with Nie Xi that was broadcast tonight. As soon as she turned on the radio, she heard Nie Xi say, "Today, I sincerely thank Mr. Yijin for taking time out of his busy schedule to come to our program."

"No thanks."

The answer to Nie Xi was a man's voice, slightly low, with a nice magnetic voice.

Is it a day? !

Sang Wuyan stared at Cheng Yin with wide eyes.

"It's actually Yi Jin?" Sang Wuyan asked Cheng Yin.

"Well." Cheng Yin said.

"However, it seems that the show is over." Cheng Yin poured cold water on her.

This is the first time Sang Wuyan has heard direct information about Yijin. Although it was only a faint word, it came out of the mouth of that talented man with a wonderful color.

He said, no thanks.

Such a short sentence without context makes people wonder. Whether such a man is tall or short, fat or thin, introverted or flamboyant... It seems inconclusive.

Sang Wuyan stared blankly at the radio, and after a long time fell asleep on the sound with a strange feeling.

In the afternoon of the second day, she had no classes, and it was not the rush hour for commuting, so the number of people on the 101 bus was even more pitiful. Sang Wuyan got into the car and found a seat in the back row by the window.

Road 101 is a sightseeing bus line in City A. From the urban area to the scenic spot, it circles around various famous scenic spots in the city, and the locals do not often take it. On the one hand, it is a detour, and on the other hand, it is more expensive than ordinary buses.

However, if there is nothing to do, Sang Wuyan will often spend three yuan sitting in the car and wandering around the city for a long time. Most of the time, there are few passengers and they are sparse. She likes to listen to music by herself and stare out at her thoughts. This is the introverted Sang Wuyan. She was timid and introverted in front of strangers since she was a child, and it was not until she went to college as an adult that her character slowly began to become active.

On this train, Sang Wuyan heard the replay of yesterday's interview with Nie Xi.

At this moment, it is pouring drizzle outside the window. The early autumn rain is a bit lingering, and the air of the whole city becomes fresh after the rain washes.

There were not many people in the car. On the radio in the car, she heard the man's voice again.

This time, I heard it clearly.

Mature male voice, with an elegant and low voice, mixed with a bit of indifference. Every time Nie Xi asked a question, he would ponder for a while, and the answer was very simple and very few words.

"Why did you think of writing songs? Did you dream of writing poems when you were a child?" Nie Xi asked.

"Inadvertently planting willows and willows, I never thought about it before," he replied.

"Mr. Yijin, you have so many fans, why do you deliberately avoid the public?" Nie Xi asked.

"Maintain a private living space."

"Just because of this?"

"Then what else?" he asked rhetorically.

"You are so successful in this circle, but I heard that you have other careers, or that writing lyrics is just your side hustle?"

"Yes."

He answered this question without hesitation. The simplicity of the two words gave people a feeling of being arrogant and arrogant, but Sang Wuyan, who was sitting in the last row, smiled softly, maybe he wanted to be humble. At that time, Nie Xi asked two questions in one breath, so he was too lazy to spend any more time and then affirmed them all.

Then a commercial was inserted into the broadcast.

Or—

After a while, Sang Wuyan looked out the window and thought again.

Or, he was such a proud man.

"Mr. Yijin, what does your stage name mean? One day and one night, so it means Yijin? Or is it to commemorate something? Who?"

"No, there are few simple strokes." He said lightly.

Sang Wuyan admires Nie Xi a little. He can host the show in an orderly manner with a partner with such a personality. If it were me, I would definitely be in the cold a few times.

"A few months ago, a female fan pretended to be you on the Internet, why didn't you come out to refute the rumor?"

"I don't care what other people think about their heads growing on their necks."

"Many of your songs have touched many female fans, such as "Twilight Blue" and "Libya Shell". Do you have your own story in it?"

"No, I..."

This was the longest sentence he said in the whole program, but it was overshadowed by the sound of the bus arriving at the stop, and then a lot of people got on, and the radio was immediately turned off by the driver.

His voice faded from above her.

Sang Wuyan felt a sense of loss.

She and Yijin are actually in the same city, breathing the air of the same area, and looking at the same sky when they raised their faces slightly.

(2)

Sang Wuyan was busy with his graduation thesis while reviewing the postgraduate entrance examination.

At mid-term, everyone was assigned an internship assignment. Li Lulu's group was transferred to a high-security prison on the outskirts of city A for psychological treatment.

"What is a high-security prison?" Sang Wuyan asked curiously.

"It's full of felons over fifteen years old." Li Lulu replied calmly.

Sang Wuyan immediately stared: "Are they all murderers?"

"Not necessarily," Li Lulu smiled slightly, "there are also kidnappings, drug trafficking, smuggling, and **** of women."

Sang Wuyan's face changed suddenly. She thought of the "Green Corridor" she watched some time ago about how the prison executes executions. The prisoner put a wet towel on his head and sat in the electric chair. That scene made her not eat for a few days. dinner.

Li Lulu raised her eyebrows: "Fortunately, you girls didn't go, otherwise you would be frightened."

Indeed, Sang Wuyan's group was the most relaxed and was assigned to a disabled school in the community. The school is a bit special, and they are asked to officially go after the spring.

That day, Sang Wuyan went to hand in the internship form and walked from the office to the playground, which happened to be the children's second class time. When Sang Wuyan passed by a small classroom on the second floor, she heard a familiar voice.

Then Sang Wuyan saw the man from the window.

He stood by the podium in a soft white shirt, looking laid-back. The children were doing their homework, and he buried his head and stayed silent without saying a word.

"Mr. Su!" A girl with pigtails shouted from another place.

It turned out that his surname was Su, Sang Wuyan smiled lightly and looked at them from the spot without moving.

His cane was not in the classroom. His hand slid across several tabletops and slowly walked to the girl's side. It seems that he is familiar with everything here.

The man bent down and said a few words, then squatted in front of a small desk and continued to communicate with the girl patiently. His voice was completely different from the one heard in the elevator, soft and light, even made it seem like he was smiling.

Finally waited until the end of get out of class, when he came out, Sang Wuyan, who had been peeping out of the window, hesitated for a few seconds, and then learned to shout like those children: "Mr. Su."

He turns around sensitively, his pupils out of focus, his eyes seem to fall far away. "We know each other?" he asked.

It's just a one-sided relationship, and I don't expect him to remember.

"I don't seem to know either."

When he heard the words, he actually showed a somewhat relieved look, and then leaned on the blind stick in one hand and the handrail in the other as he prepared to go down the stairs.

Seeing this, Sang Wuyan asked again, "Where are you going? Do you need help?" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she felt a little regretful, and she had no intention of showing mercy.

He turned around for the second time, then pondered for a while, and said slowly: "I seem to have seen you, on the radio."

"In the elevator." Sang Wuyan added.

She also kindly said "Need help?" the same five words at that time.

Fortunately, he has a good memory, Sang Wuyan thought happily.

"I'm a new intern, my name is Sang Wuyan, where is Teacher Su?"

"Su Nianquan."

"Reading love?" Sang Wuyan was quite surprised, so he repeated it once.

"No, it's a quilt." Su Nianqun corrected her pronunciation.

She is from the South, and she used to be a little vague about her nasal voice before and after, and because of this, her programs were often brushed off by the director. Now, she can say it herself, but she still can't hear it.

Su Nianqun seemed to feel her daze, so she added: "Jinyi, quilt."

Jinyi, quilt?

Sang Wuyan smiled embarrassedly. She didn't speak well and didn't recognize Jinyi quilt, but she was embarrassed to ask again, so as not to appear uneducated, she had to pretend to understand.

In the evening, when Sang Wuyan was reciting words at home, he suddenly thought of his name. She hadn't looked through the Chinese dictionary for a long time, and it took some effort to find it in a list of homophones,

Jinyi, quilt.

She saw the annotation, it turned out to be a quilt.

"Reading the quilt? That must be because my family was poor and had no quilt when I was a child." Cheng Yin analyzed boringly.

"What if the name was chosen at birth?" Sang Wuyan retorted.

"That's because his parents were poor before they got married. Chinese parents like to put hope in their children's names." Cheng Yin continued her boredom.

Sang Wuyan finally surrendered and stopped discussing such issues with this woman who poured cold water on her.

Su Nianjin.

Sang Wuyan was lying on the sofa holding a dictionary and muttering these three words silently, recalling the scene when he talked to her during the day, and couldn't help but smile.

The man's Mandarin speaks well and well, but with a little accent on certain fixed words, such as the word "Qu", he will slightly raise the ending of the original flat tone. He should be a local, because the people of City A will blur one sentence in Mandarin into two or three.

"Nothing." Cheng Yin interrupted her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Hurry up and wipe your mouth, my saliva is almost drooling out of joy." Cheng Yin said and handed her a tissue.

“…”

(3)

The second week, Sang Wuyan helped a junior to hand in the form and went to the elementary school again. When I just arrived at the office of Director Wang, I happened to meet him to go to class.

"Xiao Sang, wait a while, I'll come after class." The director instructed.

"Hey, it's okay, you're busy, I'm not in a hurry."

As soon as Director Wang left his forefoot, the bell rang after the class bell. Sang Wuyan looked around the office, found a stack of newspapers, and sat down on the rattan chair.

The school building is the old-fashioned four-story building. The aisles on each floor are sandwiched between the classrooms on both sides, so the corridors are very narrow and long and prone to echoes. Under normal circumstances, when most classrooms are in class, the doors are closed to avoid crosstalk.

Director Wang's office is at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, far from the classroom, so it seems a little quiet.

The thick stack of newspapers is nothing more than party newspapers and education newspapers at all levels. There is no lace, no gossip, and no gimmicks. Therefore, Sang Wuyan read it over and over in a few minutes. uninteresting.

She looked up at the clock on the wall, only seven or eight minutes had passed, so she put her chin on the desk in frustration and fell asleep. She could faintly hear the sound of the children reading, and she lay down on the table and closed her eyes.

What is being read aloud?

It seems to be Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane", "Wild grass and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique. In the old days, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people."

Suddenly, the sound of a piano broke into the sound of reading.

Although Sang Wuyan is a sound idiot, he also knows that the song is "One Twinkle, One Shining Jingjing". After a few simple singles were passed easily once, the second time became intermittent singles , and back and forth, over and over. It was fine just once, but she actually heard the man play like this three or four times, and the person playing the piano had no intention of stopping.

She stood up angrily, scratched her hair, and then looked at the wall clock for the N+1st time, it was still so long before get out of class ended...

Sang Wuyan walked out of the office and found that the piano sound was coming from the piano room opposite, and the door was not closed, so only a small sound leaked out.

She was afraid that there were children in the class, so she went outside the door and probed quietly. It turned out that it was different from what she had imagined, and there was only one person sitting there.

And that person is the figure who has been wandering in Sang Wuyan's mind recently - Su Nianqun.

He presses the keys in his left hand and writes on a small board with a pen in his right hand. That kind of small board is also available in Director Wang's office. It is a Braille board. He frowned, memorizing Braille as he pressed the keys. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be preparing lessons or something, probably thinking hard about how to teach those children.

However, it seems to be stumped again.

Su Nianqin pressed two notes, wrote down something, and then went to touch the keys again, and suddenly felt wrong, and couldn't help shaking his head. Sang Wuyan saw him tossing so many times, so he was able to understand how the annoying piano sound came from.

I saw that his good temper seemed to have been exhausted, and the hand writing Braille became more and more impatient and heavier, and almost every stroke was stabbed hard.

For the last time, Su Nianqun finally broke out and slapped the drill pen directly on the braille board with a "pop" sound.

Sang Wuyan couldn't help being taken aback, and suddenly knew that this person had a very bad temper, and that he was able to compare himself so much. Immediately, she wanted to hide, lest he would find out that she was peeping here, and be boiled as the fish by the city gate.

But...

She wants to stay here too.

At this moment, Su Nianqun stretched out his left index finger and slid heavily over the keys, from right to left, then from left to right. After tossing the piano back and forth with his eyes closed like this two or three times, his fingers have softened from the stiffness when he was angry, and his expression has eased slightly.

After he sighed heavily, he placed his hands flat on the keys, paused slightly, and then skillfully played a tune. The tune was unusually slow, with a hint of Chinese style, but at this time he played it skillfully on the piano and had a different mood.

A very nice song, maybe it would be even better if it filled in the right words. Just as Sang Wuyan was thinking about it, a gust of wind suddenly poured into the corridor, and suddenly the door of the piano room was blown a little.

The hinges of the door are old and make a creaking sound.

Sang Wuyan was afraid that he would find the sound, so he hurriedly pulled the door to stop it from shaking. Unexpectedly, Su Nianqun had already heard the sound, so the sound of the piano stopped, and turned his head to Sang Wuyan's side. His face turned slightly towards Sang Wuyan, then turned his head sideways.

Sang Wuyan suddenly felt annoyed, it was such a common thing to blow the door, but he added a lot to it. She quickly held her breath and stopped all movements.

In the meantime, I can only faintly hear the children at the other end of the corridor still reciting "Wuyi Lane", other than the sound of the wind - the rustling sound of the autumn wind blowing through the withered phoenix tree leaves downstairs, and the cold wind The sound of whirring into the aisle.

After a while, Su Nianqun said lightly, "Who's there?"

This sentence caught Sang Wuyan by surprise, so he subconsciously replied, "It's me."

It was originally an answer that is most frequently used by hundreds of millions of Chinese, but Su Nianqun seemed to be impressed by her voice, frowned and said, "You are Sang..."

He paused for a while, and Sang Wuyan hurriedly answered with joy: "Wuyan, Sang Wuyan."

"What are you doing here?" Su Nianqin asked slowly again.

After finding that his expression was much clearer than when he lost his temper by himself, Sang Wuyan straightened his back: "I heard a nice song in the opposite office, so I came over to have a look."

"Then I'm done playing now," he said.

"Huh?" She didn't quite understand what he meant for a moment.

"Then you can go." When he finished, he turned his face away and picked up the pen again.

Sang Wuyan was stunned for a moment, and was a little embarrassed by this straightforward expulsion order, so he froze in place. Unexpectedly, Su Nianqin didn't give her a chance to think at all, and without raising her head, she added another sentence: "Please bring it to the door."

Sang clunked the door, turned around, and walked back to the office, a series of actions completed in such a mysterious way. It wasn't until half a minute later that the bell rang for the end of get out of class that she regained her senses, and suddenly became anxious: "What the hell!" After that, she lifted her foot and kicked Director Wang's stool to vent her anger.

(4)