It Seems I Love You Very Much Chapter 4: Braille teacher (2)

As Christmas approaches, the radio station is doing a rerun of this year's classic highlights. Sang Wuyan overheard Nie Xi's interview with Yijin a few months ago in the editing room.

She listened to it herself with headphones on.

"No, there are few simple strokes." Yijin said.

When Sang Wuyan heard this, she secretly laughed for a while.

Sang Wuyan walked from the radio station building to the street after finishing her work, and she suddenly thought of Wei Hao and Xu Qian when she met a couple who were carefully preparing for Christmas. In fact, in her heart, she was far less careless than she appeared on the surface.

Because the deadline for the graduation thesis was ahead of schedule, Sang Wuyan also went to the disabled school ahead of schedule. Because she was not familiar with the business, she practiced with a teacher surnamed Li.

Sometimes, when Ms. Li is in a meeting, or repeats classes in parallel classes, she will be alone in the office to review the English for the postgraduate entrance examination.

One rainy day, she saw Su Nianqun again.

It rarely snows in winter in City A, but it often rains, and sometimes it doesn't clear for three or four days. Her mood is almost linked to the weather, so she can't keep her spirits up. Just when she was staring out the window in a daze, she saw Su Nianqun walking in the distance with a young woman holding an umbrella.

It's still raining.

He holds the umbrella in one hand, the folded cane folded and held in the other. The lady next to him gently supported his arm holding the umbrella. With the help of her guidance, he walked slowly through the path beside the playground to the teaching building.

In addition to her in the office, there are two other teachers who are at the desk changing their homework. Sang Wuyan glanced at them, pretending to want to breathe, opened the window, and stretched his neck, just to see clearly the actions of the couple. The two of them moved very closely, but they didn't have any extra small movements. When he walked downstairs, Sang Wuyan lost his observation angle and didn't see any gossip. After waiting for a while, the lady held up another umbrella and walked into the rain, leaving him alone.

Knowing that he was about to come up, Sang Wuyan immediately closed the window, walked to the front of Teacher Li's desk and sat upright, and even found this educational publication and held it in his hand to pretend. Teacher Wu, who teaches music, raised her head and glanced at Sang Wuyan, and when her eyes fell on the magazine in her hand, it became strange.

Only then did Sang Wuyan realize that he had held the book upside down. So, with a silly smile at Teacher Wu, he hurriedly changed over.

Then, from time to time, she glanced at the door, and then at the book in her hand.

He was walking really slowly, coming up in a few minutes, and his voice was very soft. When he appeared at the door of the office, the two teachers greeted him successively: "Mr. Su is here. Is it raining?"

Su Nianqin nodded and walked to his desk with a blind cane. He put down his blind cane, and the umbrella in the other hand made him feel in a dilemma.

The umbrella is still dripping water, and if it hangs like this, it may stain the ground. If you hold it open, there will be many people after class, and it will hinder others. He wasn't very familiar with the office, and he didn't know where else to put it. And he was obviously more reluctant to turn to others.

The two teachers obviously didn't notice his emotions, but Sang Wuyan did.

Sang Wuyan walked over: "Mr. Su, I'll put it in the bucket for you."

Originally, he didn't notice that there was a fourth person in the office, not to mention that this person was Sang Wuyan who was reprimanded by him last time.

Sang Wuyan reached out to take the umbrella in his hand, but he didn't expect to let go at all. But she said all her words, and in front of other people, so neither let it go, nor did Duo.

The two stood deadlocked for three seconds before they heard the end bell rang.

Looking at his icy face, Sang Wuyan suddenly felt that he was really meddling with a mouse. How wise the two teachers are, they probably knew that he was a nail that could kill someone in an instant, so he simply didn't provoke him.

The moment the school bell rang, the children's frolic came from the corridor, and the crowd was about to flock here. Sang Wuyan thought silently in his heart: Count three, if he is still like this, I will turn around and leave.

When she silently counted to two, Su Nianqun suddenly released her umbrella and said lightly, "I'm sorry."

The word "trouble" made Sang Wuyan open his mouth in surprise, and replied indifferently, "It's alright."

It wasn't until she got back to her seat that she remembered that maybe the man had a thin face in addition to being bad-tempered. It would be really embarrassing if others saw him arguing with a little girl.

Mr. Li walked into the office after class, and Sang Wuyan hurriedly got up to greet him, but he didn't want Teacher Li to say to Su Nianqun, "Mr. Su, I'm sorry, I want to take up a little time for your Braille class next time. The school has just issued a notice to tell the students about the New Year's Day holiday right away, right?"

Mr. Li has always been known for her kindness in school. Although Su Nianqun wore a pass through the city and braved the rain to come to this class, he had no objection, nodded and said, "No problem."

Mr. Li got the answer, and didn't stay for a moment. He picked up his bag and walked towards the door. Halfway through, he turned back and said to Sang Wuyan, "Xiao Sang, there's nothing here. If you have anything else. You can go first."

"Well." Sang Wuyan said.

But she has no intention of leaving, and the school has no classes. Because of the internship, the radio station also took leave. If I go back now, I'll be alone at home, so quiet that I'm panicking. It's not as lively as the school.

Sang Wuyan waited for the bell to ring before returning to her seat

Su Nianqun's desk is next to Mr. Li, face to face. Therefore, now the two happen to be facing each other.

Sang Wuyan began to lie down on the table again, in a daze. And Su Nianqin methodically took out a Braille book from the drawer, turned to the bookmarked page, and started reading. His hands are flat on top, moving rhythmically from left to right.

This is the fourth class. The two teachers have already gone to class just now, and all the teachers who have no class have gone home. Only the two of them were left in the office. Su Nianqun didn't leave because Teacher Li said just now that it would take a while, but didn't say it would take the whole class, so if she finished the lecture ahead of time, he would still go to class.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and ticking on the glass.

Sang Wuyan had nothing to do and looked for a book from Teacher Wu's desk next to him. Mr. Wu is a Chinese teacher, and he only displays his own language teaching reference. The crease is Liu Yuxi's "Wuyi Lane". Sang Wuyan has been interested in poetry since he was a child. In the past, Wei Hao's family always played the recitation tapes of "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Poems", but she was able to memorize it even after listening to it next door, but Wei Hao couldn't.

She also knows the song "Wuyi Lane", but she can't remember it exactly, so she can't help but read it out in her mouth while reading the book: "Wild grass and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is slanting. , flew into the homes of ordinary people."

Because I studied science in high school and studied educational psychology in college, I have not been exposed to this kind of ancient poetry for many years. I suddenly remembered some things in the past, and I can't help but feel a little emotional, so I can't help repeating it again.

She read the poem in a low voice, almost talking to herself, and couldn't hear it if she was a few steps away. However, Su Nianqin, who was sitting across from her, could hear it really.

When she recited the place "the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Alley", Su Nianqun finally couldn't bear it and said, "This word is pronounced xiá."

"Ah? What?" Sang Wuyan was confused.

"Sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Alley."

"It's clearly the setting sun." Sang Wuyan frowned, ready to hand the book in front of him and let him see it with his own eyes. The book clearly wrote the word "slanted", but he quietly retracted it when he was in the air. go with.

"I know it's oblique, but in this poem, you should say xiá, twice." When Su Nianqun spoke, his brows wrinkled, showing arrogance.

He has always been a person who is worse than doing more than one thing, so much to correct Sang Wuyan, it can be seen that listening to her repeating this obliquely and obliquely in her ear, she felt helpless in her heart.

"Huh?" Sang Wuyan suddenly embarrassed and said sophistiously, "Isn't it? When I was reading, it was pronounced obliquely."

Su Nianqun didn't bother to answer her anymore.

I usually don't study well, but this time I lost face to my grandmother's house. Sang Wuyan bit her lip and hurriedly wanted to say something else to help her.

"I went to this place called Wuyi Lane when I was a sophomore." She glanced at Su Nianqun as she spoke, and found that he was reading Braille much slower than before, maybe he was listening to her Let's talk. So, she hurriedly searched for interesting things related to Wuyi Lane in her memory.

"Only after listening to the tour guide did I realize that Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi were one of Wang Xie's in Wuyi Lane. And that Wang Xianzhi was so romantic that he even made up an allusion about ferrying."

Su Nianqun added: "It's called Taoyedu."

I don't know if he was in a particularly good mood today, or if he was really interested in what Sang Wuyan said, but Su Nianqun actually said something to her in a normal person's tone for the first time ever.

Sang Wuyan chuckled.

However, Su Nianqin's hand completely stopped in the braille, raised his head, his eyes fell elsewhere, he didn't know what to think, and he was a little lost. After a long while, he turned his attention back to the book.

The atmosphere returned to a state of silence, as if those conversations had never happened at all. It was almost twelve o'clock. In order to avoid the bus rush, Sang Wuyan decided to pack up and evacuated first. He went downstairs, looked at the sky, thought about it, and then turned back to the office on the second floor.

She walked to the keg in front of the window, picked up Su Nianqun's umbrella, and put it in his hand: "Don't forget to bring your umbrella, it's still raining."

She helped him put it away, and if she didn't bring it back, he would definitely not be able to find it.

(5)

Sang Wuyan became acquaintances with Teacher Xiao Wang, who was assigned just last year in less than a week.

"He is not our teacher here." Xiao Wang said when talking about Su Nianqin.

"No?"

"Mr. Zheng, who had taught Braille, went on maternity leave after giving birth, and Ms. Xu retired. The school wanted to re-employ her, but she had to go out to bring her grandson, so there was no Braille teacher. Then Principal Pei and Ms. Su got to know each other very well. , just let him take the place of the class, it will take more than half a year to replace it like this."

"What does he do? Not teaching anywhere else?"

"I don't know." Xiao Wang shook his head, "He never chatted with us."

"Oh."

"But what can he do with his eyes like this?" Xiao Wang asked rhetorically.

Sang Wuyan shrugged, turning the pen in his hand repeatedly, his thoughts drifting elsewhere.

She was not tall when she was in elementary school, and she was always the last one in the first row in the sports team every semester. Whether doing radio gymnastics or taking physical education classes, Huang Xiaoyan is always standing next to her. The two little men were together and seemed to be in good spirits. It just so happened that Huang Xiaoyan and her family were close to each other and had been making an appointment to go home together, so they were almost inseparable in the later years of elementary school.

One year, she and Huang Xiaoyan met a blind brother at the station every time they went home. Although he is blind in both eyes, it does not affect his attitude towards life at all, because he is very good-looking, and his expression is very amiable. From time to time, people waiting for the bus will come to talk to him, care about him, or help him. Including Huang Xiaoyan.

Unlike her, Huang Xiaoyan is a standard acquaintance, and can talk to anyone. In fact, Sang Wuyan has always wanted to ask him: "If you were born blind, if someone said blue or red, do you know what it would look like?" She had learned about red-green color blindness in biology class, and she knew that there were humanoids. Can't tell the difference between red and green, they look the same.

She has always wondered, how would a person who is completely blind perceive color?

But Sang Wuyan never dared. From beginning to end, Sang Wuyan never spoke to him.

Sang Wuyan's personality was a little different when he was a child. He was giggling at home and wasn't afraid of anyone, but when he went out, he wilted. Outside uncles and aunts or classmates and teachers, as long as she suddenly asked her something when she was not mentally prepared, her heart immediately beat the drum, and then she began to stutter when she spoke.

In the words of Sang's mother, it is not generous at all, and the mouth is not sweet. All in all, not likable.

Sixth grade Huang Xiaoyan already has her own set of love philosophies—if you like something, you must be brave to fight for it. At that time, it was not uncommon for the class to fall in love. Everyone was ignorant. If a girl and a boy played together after class, rumors would often spread.

Sang Wuyan is more introverted, but not dumb. She can see that Huang Xiaoyan doesn't have other thoughts about that blind brother.

Later, Huang Xiaoyan wanted to go back to the children's school in the factory where her father worked for junior high school. The children's school is a bit far from the city, and Huang Xiaoyan can no longer drag her past the station. It was only occasionally that Sang Wuyan could still meet the blind elder brother, and the smile that never changed all the year round still hung on his face.

After Sang Wuyan arrived at the new school, Sang's mother began to listen to her talking about Huang Xiaoyan from time to time. It was just that their group swept the floor, and a certain boy didn't sweep the floor, which caused each of them to share a lot. Dare to tell the teacher.

"If Xiaoyan was here, it would be absolutely impossible to let it go." Sang said slyly.

"Then go and tell the teacher." Mama Sang said.

"Me? I'm not going."

Or maybe she received math homework, and a classmate didn't submit it. She reported her name to the teacher, and as a result, the classmate didn't give Sang Wuyan a good look for a week.

"If Xiaoyan was here, she would definitely vent her anger for me." Sang Wuyan began to mutter to himself again.

However, gradually, Sang Wuyan mentioned Huang Xiaoyan less and less. The two of them were far apart from school. At that time, they didn't use the phone much, contacted less, and met less often. Those friendships that had been accumulated for six years seemed to be gradually fading with the passage of time.

At the end, Sang Wuyan forgot to ask her mother for pocket money in advance before June every year to prepare a birthday present for Huang Xiaoyan.

Until one day, Sang Wuyan went to buy shoes with his mother and saw Huang Xiaoyan's mother at the door. Huang's mother looked haggard, she was waiting for the traffic light when Sang Wuyan called her, and she smiled after seeing Sang Wuyan for a long time. He probably just felt his face was familiar, but he forgot what Sang Wuyan was called.

"Aunt Li, I'm Sang Wuyan, Xiaoyan's primary school classmate."

"Oh, it jumped so high all of a sudden." Huang's mother nodded and smiled at Sang's mother again.

Parents are generally like this. They always feel that their children are difficult to take care of, while other people's children grow up in a swish.

"How is Xiaoyan, I haven't seen her for a long time." Sang Wuyan asked again.

It's okay if I don't ask. When I asked, Mother Huang didn't answer for a long time, but her eyes turned red.

"Xiaoyan..." She turned her face away, "Xiaoyan she is sick." Tears rolled out as soon as she finished speaking.

Huang Xiaoyan's disease is brain cancer.

It was found out three weeks ago and has been sent to Beijing for treatment. When Mama Huang came back this time, she borrowed money from everywhere.

After breaking up, Sang Wuyan walked several meters, and couldn't help but turn back. Seeing Huang's mother hurriedly walking through the crowd, she slowly couldn't tell who was behind.

In the past, Xiaoyan liked to say: "My brain hurts."

When Sang Wuyan was crying unreasonably at home, she often heard her mother complain to her father: "Your daughter is so noisy that my brain hurts." So she didn't know what this brain pain was like. It's not entirely clear what brain cancer is.

However, teenagers know that cancer is a fatal disease.

She was very depressed when she got home, and she didn't hear the adults calling for dinner several times. Finally, Sang's father pulled her out and sat at the dining table, only to find that Sang Wuyan had already burst into tears.

The two adults couldn't help looking at each other, then sighed together.

On the second weekend, Sang's father accompanied Sang Wuyan to Huang Xiaoyan's house, just as her grandmother was cooking. After Sang Wuyan got his father's signal, he gave the kraft paper envelope in his hand to Grandma Huang, and left after a few greetings.

There are five hundred dollars in the envelope.

One year later, Huang Xiaoyan returned to City B after finishing her treatment. Sang Wuyan was so happy alone, and everyone knew that surgery could not restore anything, and the cancer cells continued to spread.

Sang Wuyan will always remember the scene of that day.

She went to Huang Xiaoyan's house after school. The Huang family is on the seventh floor of a building facing the street in the downtown area. Sang Wuyan ran up panting with her schoolbag on her back, just in time to see Huang Xiaoyan squatting in front of the briquettes at the door of the house, fanning the flames.

Huang Xiaoyan fanned the flames with one hand and covered her nose with the other, choking her tears.

"Xiaoyan!" Sang Wuyan called out.

Huang Xiaoyan heard the sound, turned around, saw Sang Wuyan, and smiled.

At the same time, a middle-aged man inside also stuck his head out at the same time, carefully holding a baby in his hand. This middle-aged man, Sang Wuyan had seen before, was Huang Xiaoyan's father. As for the baby, she didn't know it.

"This is my sister, only two months old." Huang Xiaoyan smiled.

Sang Wuyan widened her eyes and asked, "Dear?" She knew that Huang's father was a factory worker, and Chaosheng would lose his job.

"Of course it's a kiss, don't we look alike?" Huang Xiaoyan said.

Sang Wuyan ate dinner at Huang's house and stayed late until his parents came to pick him up before he left reluctantly. When walking downstairs, Mama Sang suddenly said, "It's too much to be a parent. The child is not yet doing well. The second child is born!"

Sang's father glanced at the child, and then made a look at his wife, motioning her to stop talking.

But it was just those words, and the smiling face that was so thin that it was skinny and was smeared with coal ash in the corridor just now, was branded in Sang Wuyan's memory.

One day a few months later, Sang Wuyan received news of Huang Xiaoyan's death at home.

It was also in such rainy weather.