It Seems I Love You Very Much Chapter 8: Attempted to steal a kiss (1)

(1)

Su Nianqin put down his mobile phone. He was sitting at the dining table, reading and preparing for lessons, but now he closed the book and frowned.

Sitting across from him, Yu Xiaolu, who was his companion, turned over a page of the magazine and asked, "Who called you?"

"No one," he said lightly.

"No one yet? Then you are like hiding from the plague, why are you hanging up in such a hurry?" Yu Xiaolu laughed.

Su Nianqin didn't bother to talk to her, so he bent the fingers of his right hand slightly and tapped gently and rhythmically on the book cover.

"Su Nianjin." Yu Xiaolu turned the book again.

"Huh?" He tilted his head.

"You're distracted." Yu Xiaolu smiled.

He doesn't answer, reaching for the braille board beside him.

"That girl knew you were Yi Jin?" Yu Xiaolu asked. During the phone call just now, Sang Wuyan spoke very loudly. She vaguely heard a few words and guessed it.

"Hmm."

"Really, fake?" Yu Xiaolu asked. She knew that although Su Nianqun deserved to be calm. But it was still a very serious matter for him. The reason why he never disclosed his privacy to the outside world is because of the Su family, and because of his unwillingness to disclose his eyesight to outsiders.

"I met her when I went to the radio for an interview."

"If I knew this was the case, I shouldn't have agreed to Sister Xi's request. What should I do?"

"Leave her alone."

"Should I go and find her, if she tells the media, it will be very troublesome."

Su Nianqun was noncommittal, and after a long silence, he slowly said, "It probably won't."

He said it shouldn't. This question is whether she won't announce it to the media, or it won't be very troublesome after the announcement. Yu Xiaolu didn't make this sentence clear. When she wanted to ask again, she saw Su Nianqun. His face sank impatiently, and he had to keep silent.

That day, Yu Xiaolu followed Su Nianqun's phone instructions to pick him up. When she stood in front of the car and watched Su Nianqun come out of KFC, she was shocked.

Because of poor eyesight, Su Nianqun's judgment of the outside world largely relies on sound and smell. Therefore, he does not like places with strong smells and loud voices, and this western-style fast food restaurant is just a combination of the two.

When the girl beside her said goodbye to Su Nianqun, she said with a smile, "My child's father, see you next time."

Su Nianqin's forehead veins twitched imperceptibly.

When Yu Xiaolu got in the car, she couldn't help but wonder: "What child is his father?"

"Drive!" Su Nianqun's face was instantly cloudy.

As soon as the fifteenth day of the first lunar month passes, the school starts. Su Nianqun is still a Braille teacher in the third grade, and Sang Wuyan is still the deputy head teacher of Teacher Li.

Since the last incident, Sang Wuyan began to pay attention to Xiaowei. For example, whether her clothes are dry or damaged, and whether her shoes are kept warm. When doing exercises between classes, some children will squeeze into the canteen to buy snacks, and some children will bring some food from home and put them on their bodies. And Xiaowei obviously didn't have these benefits, she sat in her seat by herself every time she was in class, and kept silent.

It was raining that day, and no children ran to the playground to frolic, so they all took the food from the canteen to eat in the classroom during the break. The smell of food fills the air throughout the classroom. Sang Wuyan stood in the corridor outside the window, staring at Xiao Wei in the corner.

She's been embarrassed like this before. When she was a child, her tutor was very strict. She was allowed to go out after breakfast every day, and her mother would not give any pocket money except for the fare. After the second class, there is a 30-minute break, and many people eat breakfast at this time. It was very embarrassing to see my classmates eat with relish while I was sitting next to me. It is not the relationship between being hungry and not hungry, but a very subtle self-esteem between children.

Sang Wuyan hurriedly walked back to the office, opened the drawer, took the handbag, and went downstairs to the canteen. But in front of the canteen, the children were crowded into three floors and three floors. She was half a teacher anyway, so she couldn't squeeze with the children. After hesitating, she returned to the second-floor office with her handbag.

"Xiao Sang, I thought you went back?" Teacher Li said.

"No, I was going to buy something. There are too many students."

"Didn't have breakfast?" Teacher Li has always been concerned about her, "If you don't have breakfast, I have biscuits here." Then he took the biscuits in the drawer and gave them to her.

"No, no, no." Sang Wuyan waved, "I don't want to buy it myself."

Mr. Li smiled: "In the future, you have to hurry up before the get out of class bell is rang."

The opposite Su Nianqun raised his head, his eyes seemed to fall on Sang Wuyan's side.

Although Su Nianqun has been avoiding her since the last time, trying not to be alone with her. She also thought about finding an excuse to approach him, but he was always avoided by him naturally. The two of them never talked about the topic of "Yi Jin" again, and they tacitly understood each other.

Sang Wuyan also wondered, why did he believe that he didn't go to the broadcast with a big mouth?

In the third quarter, Sang Wuyan followed Mr. Li's class. When he walked to the door of the classroom on the third floor, Mr. Li realized that he forgot to bring a water cup. She has recently had a sore throat, and the cup has been soaked in herbal medicine, and her voice will become hoarse if she does not drink for a class. Sang Wuyan said, "It's okay, you go to the classroom first, and I'll take it for you."

She took the cup, found that there was no water, and hurried to the water dispenser, took a full cup, and turned to go out while closing the lid.

Just as she was backing her head back, she accidentally bumped into someone on the other side. This person is none other than Su Nianqun. Half of the boiling water in the cup came out, and all of it was sprinkled on Su Nianqin's body.

Fortunately, it was winter, and Su Nianqun was wearing thick clothes, so the water didn't penetrate into the clothes immediately. Before she was finished, she saw Su Nianqun's hand.

Sang Wuyan took a deep breath.

Hot boiling water was poured on his hands, and the skin began to redden rapidly.

"Is it hot?" She hurriedly put the cup down and grabbed his hand.

"Not very serious," he said.

I don't know if he is really serious, or because he just wants to keep a distance from Sang Wuyan. However, it backfired, and the scalded skin not only flushed red but also began to swell.

Sang Wuyan became anxious: "Why is it not serious, it's boiling water."

In a panic, she suddenly thought that there was aloe vera in the garden downstairs. Before she was at home, Mama Sang used aloe vera for her as a scald medicine.

"You sit and wait for me." Immediately, she ran downstairs without worrying about the rain, went to the garden and tore a few aloe vera leaves, then ran back.

She took Su Nianqun's hand to the faucet, rinsed with cold water, and then gently wiped the back of his red hand with the broken part of the aloe vera leaf.

"What?"

"Aloe vera." Sang Wuyan replied.

The base of his index finger seemed to have blisters, and his hand trembled slightly as the aloe vera juice smeared it.

It probably hurts a lot.

His fingers are slender, and he can faintly see blue veins under his skin. Probably due to playing the piano all the year round, his hands are not so perfect, the knuckles are slightly thick, the fingertips have become a little upturned, and there are calluses on the finger pads.

Most of his cognition of the world relies on his hands, so his sense of touch may be more sensitive than ordinary people.

"I definitely didn't mean to." Sang Wu said guiltily, "Don't be angry."

"Really?" he asked casually.

Sang Wuyan said anxiously: "I swear!"

The clear, viscous aloe vera juice instantly cools the skin when it touches it. The window was open, and the wind with moist moisture was blowing slightly, and the elegant fragrance of plants between the two was scattered in the air.

Su Nianqin took a shallow breath.

So aloe vera smells like that, he thought.

(2)

"What happened later?" Cheng Yin asked.

"Someone came upstairs, and I was too embarrassed to hold his hand, so I picked up the cup and went to the classroom."

Cheng Yin smiled: "You didn't climb down the pole?"

"Fuck you." Sang Wuyan kicked her, "Don't make fun of me, hurry up and go to the supermarket with me."

"Why?"

"Buy food."

Early the next morning, Sang Wuyan went to work with a bag of snacks. When I got to the office, Su Nianqun arrived early.

Sang Wuyan glanced at his hand, the abscess had been punctured, and he carefully placed the medicine.

I was too embarrassed to have so much food in my hand, so Sang Wuyan took apart the two packets of candy and grabbed a handful on the desks of the teachers present. Walking in front of Su Nianqun, she hesitated before saying, "Mr. Su, you eat candy."

He flatly declined: "I don't eat sweets."

Succinct five words, reservedly opened the distance from each other, as if yesterday's events never happened.

Sang Wuyan bit her lip, then smiled again: "Then...I'll treat you to something salty next time."

She carried her things back to the classroom, but she didn't expect Xiaowei to arrive.

After the second get out of class, Mr. Wang returned to the office and reminded Sang Wuyan: "Xiao Sang, didn't you just look for Su Xiaowei, she is in the classroom now."

Sang Wuyan brought something up and went to the classroom. Xiaowei had a birthday armband hanging on her arm and was cleaning the lectern on the podium.

"Xiaowei." Sang Wuyan stood at the door and called her. The radio was playing radio gymnastics music, and the kid was very attentive in everything he did, so he didn't hear it.

She wiped it very carefully, first wiping it with a dry handkerchief, then washing the rag in the sink, wringing it out, and wiping it a second time. The left hand explores the way ahead first, and the rag in the right hand moves little by little.

Sang Wuyan smiled: "Xiaowei."

Xiaowei turned her head: "Mr. Sang?"

"I'll give it to you..." Before Sang Wuyan could finish her words, Su Nianqun who appeared behind her grabbed the bag in her hand, then shook her head, placing her index finger in front of her lips and making a silent gesture .

"What's the matter? Teacher Sang." The child did not notice that there was Su Nianqun at the door of the classroom.

"Are you on duty?" Sang Wuyan changed the subject.

"Yeah. When they were playing in the classroom just now, they threw their brooms on the table. The next class is Mr. Su's class again. Mr. Su likes to be clean, so I have to clean this place before he comes. Well, so as not to get his clothes dirty."

Sang Wuyan was not a person who liked children originally, but seeing Xiao Wei's serious and serious expression, she couldn't help laughing.

"Do you like Mr. Su?"

Xiaowei narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Mr. Su is very gentle."

"Really?" How she never found out. Sang Wuyan asked while looking back at Su Nianqun. Su Nianqun turned his head slightly as if aware of her gaze.

Ending the conversation, she followed Su Nianqun to the end of the corridor.

"Why don't I give it to her?"

"They don't need your bag of candy today, or someone's box of cookies tomorrow."

"But..." Sang Wuyan felt at a loss for words, "But, isn't that the only thing I can do?"

"It's because you can only do this, so don't do anything at all." He didn't look indifferent, but the harsh words that came out of his mouth still seemed extremely cold.

Sang Wuyan was also a little angry: "It's obviously because you are too sensitive. I just want her to know that although there are no parents and no mothers, there are still so many people who care about her and miss her."

"Sang Wuyan, please put away your mercy and charity. They don't want these special attention, but other things. You don't understand at all."

"I don't understand? Why do you understand!" Sang Wuyan's words were full of irony and anger.

Su Nianqun turned around, paused for a while, and said slowly, "Because I also grew up in an orphanage."

Sang Wuyan was stunned when he heard the words, raised his head suddenly, and looked at him in amazement. With his back to the window at the end of the corridor, he looked in the direction of Sang Wuyan, and there was some backlight.

At that moment, Su Nianqun couldn't see his face clearly in the morning light. Sang Wuyan's fingers curled up slightly, and the five fingers gently rubbed each other a few times. Yesterday it was her hand that touched his skin. At that time, his brows were soothed, his expression was very calm, and he seemed so real.

At the moment, the figure standing upright against the light suddenly makes people feel a little empty...

Before she knew that Su Nianqun was Yijin, the source of Su Nianqun's life was always a mystery to Sang Wuyan.

Mr. Xiao Wang said that Su Nianqun came to replace the class, and the school paid for the class time. But you must know that teaching in such a school, even a teacher in the career establishment, the salary is very poor, not to mention that he is a substitute teacher who has less than six classes per week.

He can't see his eyes and his income is meager, so how should he live?

His clothes are always neat. In winter, a thick woolen coat or a black down jacket, sometimes worn for several days, is still very clean. There are obvious marks or logos on the clothes.

Su Nianqun's dressing gives the impression that it is a vivid example of what Sang's mother often taught her: no matter what she wears, as long as it is clean and tidy, it is beautiful.

Later, I found out that every time he came home, a young lady drove him to pick him up. The car was a gray-blue Volvo C30, which was quite ordinary in City A, neither very good nor bad.

To this end, Sang Wuyan also discussed with Cheng Yin.

"She is a rich woman, and this Su Nianqun is willing to be a little white face." Cheng Yin said.

Sang Wuyan rolled his eyes: "You read too much celebrity gossip."

Impossible, she has seen Su Nianqin show the girl's face, if that kind of relationship, can the employee be worse than the boss?

"Or the other way around. He is the boss and she is Xiaomi." Cheng Yin added.

Sang Wuyan shook his head again.

Although Su Nianqin and her are very close, they don't seem to have that kind of intimacy.

Until it is known that Su Nianqun is Yi Jin, the truth seems to be not difficult to see through. Sang Wuyan doesn't quite know how much one of his songs can sell for, but from the market reaction, it should be called "expensive".

But after a lot of guessing, I couldn't guess that Su Nianqun actually had such a life experience.

Sang Wuyan sat on the bus going home, staring blankly at the street outside the glass. She recalled the aunt surnamed Zhang who chatted with her at the orphanage during the Chinese New Year.

Aunt Zhang said that many of the abandoned children were baby girls, and some were physically handicapped. Some parents feel that their children are defective, and rural people feel unlucky, and they are also afraid of being laughed at by the villagers. Some families do not have the financial ability to support such children at all, and they always feel that it is a burden. Even if they grow up, they are still burdens on the family, and they will be a burden all their lives.

Thinking of this, Sang Wuyan felt a little sour in his heart and burst into tears.

She sat silently, quietly, in the window seat in the second-to-last row, so inexplicably wept. The passengers in the car were getting on and off, her face was facing out the window, and no one was paying attention.

(3)

In the evening, Sang Wuyan was lying on the bed doing weight loss exercises alone. Today is Wednesday, and Su Nianqun has no classes on Thursday and Friday, and will not come to school. Next time we see you, we should go next week.

Sang Wuyan stopped and stared at the ceiling, startled. She was often bullied when she was a child, and when she was in middle school, she began to bully others, and she was extraordinarily competitive. If anyone provokes her, she will definitely go back, just like Xu Qian and Wei Hao. However, alone in front of Su Nianqin, he couldn't stand up.

He taunted her repeatedly, again and again. However, she...

After four days, Sang Wuyan went to school on Monday, but learned that Su Nianqun had asked for leave for the past few days and would not come to class.

Sang Wuyan pretended to inadvertently asked the gossip teacher Xiao Wang: "What about the Braille class in our class?"

"At the meeting, I said that it is about Mr. Su. If it is delayed for a long time, I will probably have to ask another teacher."

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know." Xiao Wang shrugged.

Sang Wuyan bit the pen, I hope he didn't hide from her on purpose.

As a result, Su Nianqun showed up on time the next day, and there was nothing unusual about her. Sang Wuyan realized that she had overestimated her influence on Su Nianqun.

City A has a very humid climate. It is exaggerated to say that the rain will fall from the first autumn to the second early spring, so Sang Wuyan often keeps a folding umbrella in his bag.

Sang Wuyan temporarily received a call to go back to University A to fill out the graduation information form, and left before the fourth class. When I walked to the door, I happened to see Su Nianqin waiting for the bus. He had no class, and came out several minutes earlier than Sang Wuyan. Obviously the bus hadn't arrived yet.

The rain is falling.

Say it's big, but it's not big; say it's small, but it can get your clothes wet. Like many men, Su Nianqun doesn't like to bring an umbrella, so he can save as much as he can, and now it just happens to be raining.

He stood in the shade of the sidewalk, and some raindrops still leaked from the cracks of the leaves and landed on his shoulders, which were a little wet.

Sang Wuyan walked to the side, raised his umbrella, and gave him half of the space.