"There are many types of visual impairment. You've met him so many times, but you didn't realize that he is not completely blind?" Cheng Yin said.
"How should I know?" I just thought he was extremely capable and could move freely in many places without the help of a cane.
"I'm not completely blind. I can tell the movement of objects within three feet." In the Ferris wheel carriage, although Su Nianqin's expression remained unchanged when he said these words, Sang Wuyan dared to bet that he definitely wanted to laugh.
Naturally, Sang Wuyan belongs to the category of "objects that move within three feet", so...
She just wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
Then, maybe he could notice many of the little movements that were done in front of him before.
Cheng Yin continued, "He must have done it on purpose, otherwise why didn't he stop you beforehand, but only spoke after you stopped and thought you had achieved your goal?"
"Yeah, so cunning! So cunning! So-cunning--" Sang Wuyan was so angry that he raised his arms and shouted in the room, and then punched the huge coffee cat hard on the nose, "He just wants to see me make a fool of myself."
What a stingy man! She just said that he was the father of her child, but he waited until the last minute and saved his life to trick her.
On the other side of City A, Su Nianqin was playing "Croatian Rhapsody" on his piano. Yu Xiaolu sat on the sofa with her back to him, applying a facial mask and gently patting her face. It seemed that this person was in a good mood after going out. The rhythm of "Croatian Rhapsody" was bright and brisk. At the climax, the fingers almost moved quickly on the keys, which made people feel refreshed.
So, whenever Su Nianqin was in a good mood, she loved to play this song.
"What good thing happened to you when you went out?" Yu Xiaolu asked vaguely, with her face mask applied and the corners of her mouth unable to move.
"Nothing." He continued playing his piano.
"You don't want me to send you off, or pick you up." Yu Xiaolu paused, then risked her life to ask, "Are you going on a date?"
Su Nianqin didn't get angry after hearing this, and answered calmly, "No."
This attitude made Yu Xiaolu even more confused. She couldn't help but look back at Su Nianqin's back, "Is that little girl from last time still 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 some fruit. Halfway through, she suddenly heard the music deviate from its original path and make two turns. She poked her head out and said with a sigh, "No way, Su Nianqin. What are you thinking about? You are so absent-minded that you even played the wrong tune."
Su Nianqin's face darkened, his fingers paused, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
Seeing that things were not going well, Yu Xiaolu quickly said, "I won't say anything. Please continue."
Early Monday morning, Sang Wuyan went out of the office to take out the trash and ran into Su Nianqin.
Her eyes could not help but slide to his lips, and then her face suddenly turned red, and she quickly turned around and left in a hurry. Sang Wuyan thought, this man's move was cruel enough, and she would never dare to cross the line and bother him again. Wasn't he afraid that if she made a mistake at that time, he would really leave a mark on her
For many days afterwards, even if Sang Wuyan went to school, she would always leave quickly to avoid any embarrassment when she saw him again. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the month, Zheng, the original Braille teacher, returned from maternity leave. There was no sign at all, Sang Wuyan didn't even see Su Nianqin packing up her things, and the desk opposite had changed its owner.
Teacher Zheng greeted Sang Wuyan with a smile: "You must be Xiao Sang who is doing internship with Teacher Li. I heard that the kids like you very much."
Teacher Xiao Wang interrupted, "Teacher Zheng, everyone is looking forward to your return."
"We saw your fat boy when he was one month old. When will you bring him to school so we can play with him?" said another teacher.
"Hey, don't mention it. She just cries all day long. Her voice is as loud as an opera singer." Teacher Zheng laughed.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the office became lively, completely different from the atmosphere when Su Nianqin was here. No one mentioned Su Nianqin's departure, and it was obvious that everyone knew about it except her.
Sang Wuyan also smiled and exchanged a few words before leaving. When he left, he couldn't help but look back at the table again, feeling a little empty in his heart.
He just left without even saying goodbye.
One day at the end of March, Sang Wuyan had a high fever. At first she thought it was just a mild cold and didn't take it seriously.
When she woke up in the morning, she found some red rashes on her arms.
When she went to the hospital, her face, neck, and limbs were covered with rashes. The doctor told her it was measles.
She had been healthy since she was a child and had never been seriously ill. The doctor said that the disease was highly contagious, but luckily Cheng Yin was not there, so she took the medicine and fell into a deep sleep.
The curtains were drawn and I didn't know when the phone rang.
She wiped her nose and went to answer the call. It was a long-distance call from home.
As if her mother had a telepathic connection with her, she said that she always felt uneasy. Sang Wuyan didn't want to make her worry, so she said a few random words and then couldn't hold on any longer, and hurriedly said that she had something to do and hung up the phone.
As soon as she hung up the phone, she felt like crying.
It feels really bad.
When I woke up after falling asleep, it was already late at night, but I felt even worse.
She picked up her phone from under the covers and flipped through the phone book: Wei Hao, Xu Qian, Li Lulu, Nie Xi... She scrolled past them one by one. Finally, the name that stayed on the screen was Su Nianqin.
She pressed the number for some unknown reason.
I wanted to just listen to it ring a few times and then hang up, but the receiver only rang once and then the call was connected.
"Hello—" His slow and cold voice came from the other end through the radio waves.
For a moment she didn't know how to start.
"Speak." The man still lacked patience and spoke sternly.
She was a little embarrassed and wanted to hang up in a hurry. But at this moment, Su Nianqin on the other end of the phone said the second sentence: "Sang Wuyan, speak up."
Sang Wuyan was so shocked that she stopped crying.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
Even if she had called him on her cell phone, even if he was not completely blind, he would not have been able to see the incoming call on the screen.
This man is always so magical.
"Is there something you want to ask?" It was just three words, with a slightly rising voice at the end.
Judging from his cold tone, if Sang Wuyan tried to evade the question by saying that he accidentally dialed the wrong number, he would definitely be furious.
"I have measles, I feel so bad." Sang Wuyan said timidly. As soon as the three words "I feel so bad" came out of her mouth, the last line of defense in her heart seemed to collapse, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.
Su Nianqin was silent for a while, then slowly asked, "Where do you live?"
"You don't have to come. I just don't know anyone here and I just want to talk to someone." After saying that, she added carefully, "And I will infect you."
"I've had measles, so that's not the case." His tone was a little softer than before.
"Are you really coming?"
"Tell me the address," he said.
Su Nianqin appeared at the door of Sang Wuyan's house half an hour later, with the beautiful girl beside him who was always ready to drive and guide him.
She smiled at Sang Wuyan and said, "My name is Yu Xiaolu." This was a greeting and also a farewell. It was obvious that she wanted to leave Su Nianqin here and then leave. She did not ask Su Nianqin "Do you want to stay and help?" or anything like that.
I guess she already understood that asking would be pointless and would only make herself bored.
Sang Wuyan closed the door and slumped back on the sofa. His eyes were dark, his head was dizzy, and his legs were weak. However, he still couldn't resist his curious heart and asked, "Is she your driver?" If they have different surnames, she can't be your sister.
Su Nianqin still didn't answer, and asked her instead: "Have you had dinner?"
"I haven't eaten either meal," she replied.
Su Nianqin heard this, stood still, paused slightly, and then said: "Let's go to my house."
Then he called Yu Xiaolu.
"I'll take her back."
"You don't have to pick us up."
"Let's go to the supermarket and buy some food for the house."
"Don't come home these days."
Sang Wuyan felt happy when she heard what Su Nianqin said on the phone. No matter whether Yu Xiaolu was his girlfriend, sister or driver, in order to take care of herself, Su Nianqin didn't want her to go home.
But Sang Wuyan still suppressed her joy and deliberately asked: "That's not good, what should Miss Yu do as a girl?"
"She has never had measles, so she could easily be infected by you."
Su Nianqin's indifferent words ruthlessly dampened Sang Wuyan's joyful mood.
After a while, Sang Wuyan's dizzy head suddenly made a major discovery, "Wait a minute!" She patted her forehead and tried to adjust her logic, "Why is she living in your house?"
Su Nianqin fumbled for a blanket from the bedroom and wrapped Sang Wuyan tightly.
"I'm already hot."
"It's windy outside." After he said that, he picked her up horizontally.
She struggled and said embarrassedly: "Don't hold me, I..." For the first time, she realized that although the man in front of her looked thin, it was so easy for him to hold her.
"Do you think you can walk downstairs?" he asked.
“But you are... me... us..." Sang Wuyan held back and said nothing.
"Just tell me to turn and go downstairs." Su Nianqin vaguely understood what she meant.
It was a very determined look. Sang Wuyan suddenly felt a sense of security and stability coming from the not-so-strong arms of this man. She smiled slightly and said, "Okay." Then, she hooked her arms around Su Nianqin's neck.
At this moment, Su Nianqin's usually indifferent face was actually covered with a layer of light red because of her actions.
Su Nianqin was a little cautious when he went down the first step. Apparently, he was not used to the height of the step yet, so he took a few steps before slowly lowering them.
"It's nine steps, then turn right."
Su Nianqin walked carefully under the guidance of the person in her arms, and suddenly Sang Wuyan exclaimed "Ah".
He knew the lights were out.
"The lights are off." Sang Wuyan reminded him and snapped his fingers, but the voice-controlled light still did not respond.
"Whether there is a light or not doesn't matter to me." He said, and then he continued to count the steps of the stairs in his mind, seven, six, five...
"But I'm scared. I wouldn't dare go upstairs at night. I would have to call Cheng Yin to pick me up." As she said this, she tightened her arms around Su Nianqin's neck and shrank back into his arms.
Her cheek, which was burning from the rash, pressed against Su Nianqin's collarbone through her thin shirt, and Su Nianqin was distracted for a moment. After a moment of trance, she realized that she had forgotten how many times she had counted, so she stepped forward but suddenly touched the ground, and stumbled and slid towards the wall on the right.
Sang Wuyan was startled, but saw Su Nianqin holding her in his arms with his body turned sideways, letting his arm rub against the wall fiercely.
"Are you okay?"
"Are you okay?"
After being in danger, the two asked each other at the same time.
"I'm fine." The only one who answered was Sang Wuyan, and she smiled lightly.
The taxi entered the residential area near the West Lake in the city and stopped in front of a two-story villa.
"Your house?" Sang Wuyan's eyes widened. A house like this in this location was too luxurious.
"Not all of them." Su Nianqin replied.
However, from the moment Sang Wuyan entered the door, Su Nianqin felt a little regretful.
He was a person who never meddled in other people's affairs and was cold-hearted in nature. However, he didn't know why he had been so inexplicably compelled to not only go see her but also take her home.
He was a little annoyed and put Sang Wuyan on the sofa, not wanting to talk anymore.
Sang Wuyan ate something, took some medicine, and then lay on Su Nianqin's bed, leaning against his pillow, with a soft quilt on his body, and the smell of him all around him.
This treatment made her suddenly feel that being sick was not a bad thing.
However, this thought only lasted half an hour in Sang Wuyan's mind, because she was dizzy, had a high fever and coughed.
She lay in the dark and began to think wildly. The last time she and Cheng Yin watched a Thai movie together, it was quite scary. She opened her eyes wide and gradually felt a little scared. She began to be afraid of the dark in recent years, especially in such an unfamiliar environment.
She slowly got up and walked to the living room to drink some water. As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Su Nianqin sitting on the sofa reading a book in a set of blue plaid pajamas.
He was barefoot and wearing slippers. He sat upright. His hair looked a little fluffy, perhaps because it had just been blow-dried. He looked kinder and more approachable than usual.
I saw a not-too-thick book lying flat on his knees, with densely packed braille characters that looked like hieroglyphics. 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 very light, confident that he didn't make any noise, but he still noticed it keenly. Su Nianqin opened his eyes, stopped his fingers, and tilted his head, "Are you still awake?"
"You're sleeping on the sofa?" Sang Wuyan saw the quilt and pillow on the other side of the sofa.
Isn't the house big? Although there is only one bedroom downstairs, but -
"Isn't the second floor used?" she asked.
"Xiaolu is using the second floor."
"Are there only two of you living in such a big house? What if Miss Yu is not here?" Sang Wuyan meant who would take care of you.
"I live alone when she's not here."
"You..." Sang Wuyan really wanted to tell him that what he said was nonsense.
"What?"
"I want some water."
He paused for a moment, then took out the bookmark and put it on the page he had just read, closed the book, stood up, turned right, walked seven and a half steps, and stopped at the refrigerator. He was about to open the refrigerator door, but after thinking it over, he turned right and went into the kitchen.
Sang Wuyan heard the sound of a fire. She was afraid that he might get into trouble, so she ran to see what was going on, wrapped in a quilt.
In the kitchen, the stainless steel kettle sat steadily on the stove, while Su Nianqin crossed his arms and looked quietly at the direction of the flames, his eyes bright. The firelight reflected on his handsome face, and his outline was particularly clear.
"Fresh warm water is better for the body," he said.
Only then did Sang Wuyan understand the true meaning of "When she is not around, I live alone."
She sat on the carpet with the quilt in her arms, staring at the cup of steaming water pitifully, her throat was smoking and she was thirsty. Didn't this man know to move his hands to speed up the dissipation of the water temperature for her
She looked at Su Nianqin again, and he continued to "touch the book" indifferently.
"What are you reading?"
"Celebrity biographies."
"who?"
"Of a famous person."
"… "
Sang Wuyan strongly suspected that he suffered from mild aphasia.
After a long silence, Sang Wuyan couldn't help but talk to him again.
"Do you watch movies?" This is Sang Wuyan's hobby. She is confident that she can find something to talk about even if the conversation is dull. After asking this question, Sang Wuyan felt that it was stupid to bring up this topic.