It Seems I Love You Very Much Chapter 10: Philosophy of Love (1)

(1)

“There are also many kinds of visually impaired. You have met him so many times and you haven’t realized that he is not completely blind?” Cheng Yin said.

"How do I know." I just think he is super capable, and he can move freely in many places without the aid of a blind cane.

"I'm not absolutely blind, I can tell the movement of objects within three feet." In the carriage of the Ferris wheel, although Su Nianqun's expression remained the same when he said these words, Sang Wuyan dared to bet that he Must want to laugh.

Of course, Sang Wuyan belongs to "objects that move within three feet", so...

She just wants to dig a hole in the ground and get in.

Then, he might be able to spot all the little things he did before his eyes.

Cheng Yin continued: "He must have done it on purpose, otherwise why didn't he stop you in advance, but only after you stopped and thought the goal was achieved."

"Yeah, so treacherous! So treacherous! Good-trick-trick-" Sang Wuyan shouted angrily in the room, and then punched the giant coffee cat's nose hard, "he Just to watch me make a fool of myself."

What a super stingy man, she just said that he is the father of the child, but she waited until the end and left such a hand to smack her.

Su Nianqin on the other side of City A is playing "Croatian Rhapsody" on his piano. Yu Xiaolu sat on the sofa with her back to him, put on a mask, and patted her face lightly. It seems that this person is in a good mood after going out. The rhythm of "Croatian Rhapsody" is bright and brisk. When it reaches the climax, his fingers almost move quickly on the keys, which makes people feel comfortable.

So, as long as Su Nianqun is in a good mood, he likes to play this tune.

"What good things did you encounter when you went out?" Yu Xiaolu asked vaguely, covering her face with the corners of her mouth not moving.

"Nothing." He continued to play his violin.

"You don't want me to send it or pick it up." Yu Xiaolu paused and asked at the risk of death, "Are you going on a date?"

Su Nianqun didn't get angry after hearing this, and replied calmly: "No."

This attitude made Yu Xiaolu even more strange. She couldn't help but look back at Su Nianqun's back: "Is that little girl in your office bothering you recently?"

This time he didn't answer her and played the song a second time.

Yu Xiaolu was bored and went to the kitchen to wash the fruit. Halfway through the wash, she suddenly heard the song deviate from the original track and turned two corners. She poked her head out and sighed, "No way, Su Nianqun. What are you thinking about? When you are deserting like this, you are playing the wrong tune."

Su Nianqun's face sank, his fingers paused, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Yu Xiaolu saw that something was wrong and quickly said: "I won't say anything. You continue."

In the early morning on Monday, Sang Wuyan went out of the office to take out the trash and met Su Nianqun head-on.

Her eyes slid to his lips, then her face suddenly flushed, and she quickly turned around and hurried away from him. Sang Wuyan thought, this man's move was cruel enough, and she never dared to cross the thunder pond to bother him again. Wasn't he afraid that if he made a mistake at that time, he would really stamp it?

For many days in the future, even if Sang Wuyan went to school, he would always go back quickly so as not to be embarrassed to see him again. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the year, Mr. Zheng, who used to teach Braille, came back from maternity leave. There was no sign at all, Sang Wuyan didn't even see that Su Nianqun packed up, and the desk opposite changed the owner.

Mr. Zheng greeted Sang Wuyan with a smile: "You are Xiao Sang who is an intern with Mr. Li. I heard that the children like you very much."

Mr. Wang interrupted: "Mr. Zheng, everyone is looking forward to your return."

“We met that fat boy from your family when the moon was full. When did he bring it to school to make us tease?” said another teacher.

"Hey, don't mention it, I know how to cry all day long. It's as loud as singing." Teacher Zheng laughed.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the office became lively, completely different from Su Nianqun's atmosphere here. No one mentioned Su Nianqun's departure, and it was obvious that everyone except her knew about it.

Sang Wuyan also smiled and greeted a few words before leaving. When he went out, he couldn't help but look back at the table again, feeling a little empty in his heart.

He just left without saying hello.

One day at the end of March, Sang Wuyan developed a high fever. At first, she thought it was just a mild cold and didn't care.

Woke up in the morning with some red rashes on my arms.

When I arrived at the hospital, I had a patch on my face, neck and limbs. The doctor said it was measles.

She has been in good health since she was a child and has never been seriously ill. The doctor said that the disease was highly contagious, but fortunately Cheng Yin was not there, so she fell asleep after taking the medicine.

The curtains were drawn, and I don't know when the phone rang.

She wiped her nose to pick it up. It was a long trip from home.

My mother always felt uneasy when she said that she seemed to have a connection. Sang Wuyan didn't want her to worry, so he couldn't hold back after saying a few random words, and hurriedly said that there was something wrong and hung up the phone.

As soon as she put down the phone, she felt like crying.

It's really uncomfortable.

Wake up after falling asleep, the night is already deep, and the body is even more uncomfortable. She accidentally pressed Su Nianqun's number.

I thought I would just hang up after listening to it a few times, but the receiver only rang once and it was connected.

"Hey—" His low, steady voice came over the radio from the other end.

For a moment she didn't know how to speak.

"Speak." The man was still severely impatient, with a stern tone.

"Sang Wuyan, you speak." Su Nianqun said suddenly.

Sang Wuyan's astonishment stopped her tears: "How do you know?" she asked. Even if she had called him on her cell phone, even if he wasn't totally blind, he couldn't see the incoming call on the screen.

This man is always amazing.

"What are you doing?" There are three words in a question, with a slightly raised voice at the end.

Listening to his condensed tone, if Sang Wuyan prevaricates at this moment, it is because he accidentally dialed the wrong number, which will definitely make him furious.

"I have measles, it's so uncomfortable." Sang Wuyan said timidly. The words "so uncomfortable" just came out, and the last line of defense in my heart seemed to be broken, and tears finally couldn't help falling down.

Su Nianqun was silent for a while, then slowly asked, "Where do you live?"

"You don't use it, I just don't have any familiar people here, I just want to talk. I will infect you."

"I've had measles, so I won't." His tone was a little softer than before.

Su Nianqun appeared at the door of Sang Wuyan's house half an hour later, with the beautiful girl beside him who was always leading the way.

She smiled at Sang Wuyan: "My name is Yu Xiaolu." This is a greeting and a farewell, obviously she wants to leave Su Nianqun here and leave. She didn't ask Su Nianqun "I don't need to stay and help" or anything like that.

Probably she already understood, and she only asked in vain when she asked, which was nothing but a cold rejection from him.

Closing the door, Sang Wuyan said, "Could she be your driver?" She's not a sister with a different surname.

Su Nianqun still didn't answer.

It is indeed not easy for a blind man to take care of a measles patient, especially in a strange environment unfamiliar to a blind man, who has been bumpy all the time. He smashed Cheng Yin's vase by accident within a few minutes of entering the room.

He reached out and touched her hot forehead: "Let's go to my house."

Then he called Yu Xiaolu.

"I'll take her back."

"You are not here to pick us up."

"Go to the supermarket and buy something to eat at home."

"Don't come home these days."

Sang Wuyan was delighted to hear it. No matter if that Yu Xiaolu is a girlfriend, a sister or a driver, in a word, Su Nianqun doesn't want her to go home in order to take care of herself.

But Sang Wuyan still held back her joy and deliberately asked: "That's not good, what about Miss Yu as a girl?"

"She hasn't had measles, so she can easily get it from you."

Su Nianqin's calm and indifferent words chilled Sang Wuyan's happy mood just now.

After a while, Sang Wuyan's dizzy head suddenly made a major discovery: "Wait a minute!" She patted her forehead and tried to reset the logic in her head, "Why does she live in your house?!"

Su Nianqun groped and took a blanket from the bedroom and wrapped it tightly around Sang Wuyan.

"I'm already hot."

"That's not hot, it's a fever." He corrected her and hugged her.

She was surprised: "Why hug me?"

"You think you can go downstairs?" he asked rhetorically.

"But you are... I... we..." Sang Wuyan held back his words.

"You just need to tell me to turn and go downstairs." Su Nianqin vaguely understood what she meant.

It was a very determined look. Sang Wuyan suddenly felt that peace and stability came from the man's thin arms, and she smiled slightly: "Okay." Her arms naturally hooked around Su Nianqin's neck.

At this moment, Su Nianqun's normally indifferent face turned a little crimson.

Su Nianqin was a little cautious when going down the first stairs. Apparently he wasn't quite used to the height of this step, so he took a peek before slowly putting it down.

"It's nine stairs, then turn right."

Su Nianqun walked carefully under the guidance of the person in his arms, when suddenly Sang Wuyan gave a "ya".

He knows, the lights are out.

"The light is dark." Sang Wuyan snapped his fingers for the voice-activated light, but there was still no response.

"Whether there are lights or not, it doesn't hinder me," he said, and then he continued to count the steps of the stairs silently, seven, six, five...

"But I'm afraid. If I don't dare to go upstairs at night, I have to call Cheng Yin to pick me up." She said, tightening her arms around Su Nianqin's neck, and turned towards him again. shrunk.

Her cheeks, which were hot from the rash, were stuck to Su Nianqun's collarbone through a thin shirt, and Su Nianqun lost her mind for a while. After being in a trance, I realized that I had forgotten how many times I had counted, so the footsteps just touched the ground, and one staggered and slid toward the right wall.

Sang Wuyan was startled, but saw that Su Nianqun was holding her in his arms on one side of his body, and let his arm swipe the wall ruthlessly.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?"

After the distress, the two asked questions at the same time.

The taxi entered the community by the lake in the west of the city and stopped in front of a two-story villa.

"Your home?" Sang Wuyan's eyes widened, a house like this in this area is a bit too luxurious.

"Not really."

(2)

Sang Wuyan had taken medicine and lay on Su Nianqun's bed, leaning against his pillow, covered with a soft quilt.

It's okay to be sick, she thought.

However, this thought only lasted in Sang Wuyan's mind for half an hour. Because she is now dizzy to death, and has a high fever and cough.

She lay in the dark and began to think wildly. The last time she and Cheng Yin watched that Thai movie together was quite scary, and she gradually felt a little scared when she opened her eyes. She has been afraid of the dark in recent years, especially in this unfamiliar environment.

She turned on the light, went to the living room to drink water, and saw Su Nianqin wearing a set of blue plaid pajamas sitting on the sofa reading a book.

He is barefoot and wearing slippers, sitting upright. He may have just dried his hair after washing, and his hair is a little fluffy, looking a little more childish than usual.

A book that is not too thick lay flat on his knees, and it is all densely packed with Braille like a book. He closed his eyes, and his fingers moved quickly and rhythmically between the lines.

Sang Wuyan slipped out of the room, his hands and feet were light, and he was confident that he didn't make any noise, but he was still keenly aware of it. Su Nianqun opened his eyes, stopped his fingers, and turned his head sideways: "You haven't slept yet?"

"You sleep on the sofa?" Sang Wuyan saw the quilt and pillows on the other side of the sofa.

Isn't the house very big? Although there is only one bedroom downstairs—

"Is the second floor not needed?" she asked.

"The second floor is Xiaolu's space."

"You two live in such a big house? What if Miss Yu is not there?" Sang said nothing, who will take care of you.

"I'll live alone when she's gone."

"You..." Sang Wuyan wanted to tell him that you were talking nonsense.

"What?"

"I want to drink water."

He stopped for a while, then took out the bookmark and clipped it to the page he had just read, closed the book, got up, turned right and walked seven and a half steps just to stop at the refrigerator, his hand was supposed to open the refrigerator door, After thinking about it, I turned right into the kitchen.

Sang Wuyan heard the sound of the ignition, so she was afraid that he would cause trouble, so she stumbled over the quilt and ran to see it.

The stainless steel kettle sits securely on the stove, with his arms around his arms, he quietly looks in the direction of the flames, his eyes bright. The firelight reflected on his handsome face, and the outline was particularly obvious.

“Fresh warm water is better for the body,” he said.

Sang Wuyan only understood: "If she is not here, I will live alone." The true meaning of this sentence.

She sat on the carpet with her hands soft and her head heavy on the quilt, staring pitifully at the cup of steaming water, her throat was smoking, and she was thirsty. Doesn't this man know how to use his hands to speed up the distribution of the water temperature for her?

She looked at Su Nianqun again, who continued to "touch the book" indifferently.

"What book are you reading?"

"Biographies of famous people."

"Whose?"

"A famous person."

“…”

Sang Wuyan strongly suspects that he suffers from mild aphasia.

After a long silence, Sang Wuyan couldn't help but talk to him.

"Aren't you going to watch movies?" This is Sang Wuyan's hobby, she is confident that even if she is cold, she can still find something to talk about. After the question was spoken, Sang Wuyan felt that it was very insane to mention this topic.

"I never watch movies." Su Nianqun finally stopped the movements in his hands and said these words slowly, each word was cold.

He was a little annoyed.