When Wei Hao first arrived at university, he didn't sing much. He and his classmates formed a band called "Eleven", which was well-known in A-school. He was just a low-key bassist, and Xu Qian, who is now a host on the campus radio station, was the lead singer of their band.
One time that year, Xu Qian was not around, and a group of people were singing in the KTV. Sang Wuyan got drunk, and held onto the microphone and refused to let go, shouting, "Lulu, help me order "The Dawn Is Blue", I want to sing it... ten times."
Not to mention ten times, Sang Wuyan just sang three sentences and the crowd was dumbfounded. Is this singing? It was simply a devilish sound. But she was drunk at the time and didn't care about other people's feelings at all. She held on to the microphone tightly and refused to let go, like a "microphone bully".
"Wu Yan, this is not how the song is sung." Wei Hao coaxed her.
"How does that go?" she asked, pausing.
"Shall I sing for you?"
"Okay... ah. If I sing incorrectly, I will be fined!" Sang Wuyan burped, "No, no, it's fined... drinking."
She said, loosening her grip.
Only then did Wei Hao coax the microphone away from her.
At that time, Wei Hao really sang in front of everyone for the first time. He sang half of "The Sky is Blue at Dawn" and moved the classmates more than the original singer.
After the song was over, the whole audience was amazed, but only Sang Wuyan was heard saying with a drunken smile, "Not bad, but a little worse than mine."
From then on, word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and it eventually became a regular feature of every freshman welcome party in their department.
Now, Li Lulu mentioned this song again, simply because she wanted them to renew their fate.
Unfortunately, the situation between them was not what Li Lulu imagined. Sang Wuyan smiled helplessly. The familiar melody sounded again, and Wei Hao sang out while looking at the subtitles -
A gentle breeze blows across my face
let me know
The sky will dawn
The faintest thing is her smiling face
Let me hear
Her pretty
Slightly, ah, that slightly
The gentle morning breeze blows
Send her hair fragrance
Let me catch it in the morning breeze
Her taste
Before dawn
While she still doesn't know this secret
I am under the blue sky
Smile at her
The slightest thing is her gentleness
Make me intoxicated
Her good
The music had not yet ended, but Sang Wuyan did not want to continue listening, so she picked up her bag and cell phone, stood up, opened the door of the private room, and walked out.
When most of the noise disappeared behind the soundproof door, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She suddenly remembered that morning, she was standing by the lake and singing this song so foolishly. Maybe it was not a coincidence, but she still had a little bit of attachment in her heart.
Suddenly, a little bit, she began to hate the song.
At this moment, Wei Hao chased out.
"Wu Yan." Wei Hao held her back.
"I came out for some fresh air." She shook off his hand.
"Why are you hiding from me?"
"I don't."
"Change your phone number, move out of the dormitory, and avoid me when you see me at school. Haven't you done that yet?" Wei Hao said, "If you could transfer, I guess you would change schools immediately."
"I moved out not because of you. I changed my number because I am such a fickle person. I took a detour because..." Sang Wuyan paused, and quickly found an excuse in his mind, "It's because you, Wei Hao, are a big star on campus, and I was afraid that the road is not wide enough and will block your way."
She is best at making sarcastic remarks.
Wei Hao smiled helplessly, "Do you really not want to have anything to do with me anymore?"
"In no mood."
"Why?"
"I just don't want to."
"I need to explain to you what happened between Xu Qian and me..."
"Wei Hao," Sang Wuyan interrupted him, "I don't want to hear anything."
"Why?"
“I just don’t want to listen,” she said.
The argument between the two returned to where it started.
Wei Hao suddenly felt powerless. It was impossible to reason with someone like Sang Wuyan.
"When can you grow up? Wu Yan."
"I want to go home," she said.
"I send you."
"Need not!"
After returning home, Sang Wuyan climbed onto the bed depressed.
The house was extremely quiet. The landlord didn't provide a TV and she didn't have the spare money to buy one, so her only entertainment when she got home was reading, playing music and listening to the radio.
She has been a broadcaster at the school radio station since high school. She likes to collect all kinds of good music, pop, classical, rock... So every time she moves, she has more CDs than clothes, which can fill a whole box.
But at this moment, she didn't want to listen to any song.
"Why don't you let him explain clearly?" Cheng Yin asked.
"Do you think it's necessary?"
Saturday night is the time when Sang Wuyan calls home to report on the recent situation of the week.
"Dad, I want to eat dumplings." Sang Wuyan acted coquettishly into the phone.
"Okay, okay, is your pocket money enough? How about I save some more living expenses tomorrow so that you can buy some dumplings?" said Mr. Sang.
At this time, Sang's mother was nagging beside her: "She spends many times more on living expenses every month than Xiao Qiong next door. Are you still worried that she won't have money to buy a bowl of glutinous rice balls?"
"But I only want to eat the sesame-filled ones made by my dad." Sang Wuyan ignored her mother and continued to act coquettishly.
"I'll make it tomorrow. Your Uncle Yu has to go to City A for a meeting next week. Ask him to bring the stuffing to you. But you have to make it yourself."
"No, I want to eat what you cook. I miss you and home."
"Then..." Father Sang was embarrassed, "Then Yanyan, why don't you come back next week?"
"What about class?"
"There will be no classes. We will take a leave."
"Nonsense!" Mother Sang snatched the phone away. "Wu Yan, stop singing the same tune with your father. He has spoiled you to the point of being lawless. You are a teacher, but you don't know how to educate students."
Sang Wuyan chuckled.
Mother Sang continued, "Wu Yan, the postgraduate registration will start next month. You should decide whether to take the entrance exam or go to work. If you really want to take the entrance exam, concentrate on studying. Don't go to the radio station to do those messy things, which will waste your time. Also, don't pin your hopes on your father. The daughter of a professor at M Normal University actually got a backdoor to study. It's so embarrassing when people gossip about her!"
"Yeah." Mother Sang spoke the truth, and Sang Wuyan had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Other families have strict fathers and kind mothers, but her family has a strict mother and kind father.
"Do you remember everything I said?" asked Mother Sang.
"remember."
"Wei Hao called our house last week to ask for your cell phone number. He was so anxious that it made me sad. If you really don't want to live with him, just tell us clearly. Otherwise, how are your dad and your Uncle Wei going to get along in the future?"
What's the matter? Her mother is very direct.
There is no possibility between her and Wei Hao.
The weather is getting cooler.
Nowadays, there are not many classes in school, so Sang Wuyan goes to the library every day to take a seat, review, read books, and do exercises. However, except for going to two cram schools on weekends, the rest of his time is spent on the radio.
In fact, the postgraduate entrance examination was not very difficult for her.
In Cheng Yin's words, "Although you may seem dull and stupid, you are not stupid in studying."
"You summarized my first-class scholarship with just one word: not stupid. It seems that you are not the type who are not stupid." Sang Wuyan retorted.
The radio station integrated some programs. The original six o'clock pop music column was adjusted due to the increase in listening rate and Nie Xi's popularity.
Nie Xi has been hosting programs in this area and is quite familiar with the circle. With some personal connections, he can occasionally invite big names that others can't get to come to the scene for interviews.
For example, today, the guest on the show is Xu Guangang, Sang Wuyan’s idol.
Xu Guangang has been lukewarm in his career for several years, but since his album "The Sky is Blue at Dawn" a few years ago, he has started to gain popularity and made a strong comeback.
"A song brought huge success. Where do you think this success mainly comes from? Business operation or self-improvement?" Nie Xi chatted casually. "Everyone who knows you knows that you are famous for your diligence in the industry."
Xu Guangang smiled and said, "The fans' continued love is of course one reason. The record company has given me a lot of support. Of course, I also have to thank Teacher Yi Jin."
"Yes, Mr. Yi Jin, the composer of 'The Sky is Blue at Dawn.'" Nie Xi explained to the audience casually.
"He is really talented." Xu Guangang continued, "I know that Teacher Yi Jin's songs are priceless. When he rejected the record company, we were all desperate." Xu Guangang pondered for a moment.
“But I managed to find a way out of a desperate situation.” Nie Xi smiled.
"So I am very grateful to Teacher Yi Jin." Xu Guangang said sincerely.
It was not until here that Sang Wuyan outside remembered that "The Sky is Blue at Dawn" was also written by Yi Jin. No wonder he always felt that the author looked familiar when he read "Libyan Shells" that day.
Sang Wuyan had heard of the famous Yi Jin.
In the past two years, this person has been able to make a person famous with just one song, but he is extremely low-key. So far, he has never appeared in public and has refused any media interviews. Not to mention his age, appearance, and life resume, even whether he is a man or a woman has only been revealed recently.
This is all thanks to a scandal.
This year, a beautiful woman suddenly claimed on the Internet that she was "Yi Jin" herself, and then published her personal blog. She also revealed a series of "unforgettable stories" between herself and Xu Guangang.
For a time, the news caused a huge stir in the entertainment industry. Some websites even interviewed her about her creative thoughts.
Reporter A: "Why is it named Yi Jin?"
The beauty smiled modestly, "The past and the present refer to the ambiguous and warm stories that happened to me. The past and the present refer to the impact and intersection of my thoughts after being influenced by Chinese culture since I was a child and studying abroad for many years. So I took these two meanings and named them Yijin."
Reporter A: "It's amazing. These two simple words contain such profound thoughts."
It turned out that it was Xu Guangang's record company, not Yi Jin, that came out to clarify the facts.
"The rumors about her and Xu Guangang are completely fictitious."
"Do you have any evidence?"
"It's actually very simple. This woman is a fake because Yi Jin is actually a man."
The reporters were in an uproar.
"Then, can you please attend the press conference?" a reporter asked.
The spokesperson spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, this... there's nothing we can do."
At the time, Cheng Yin commented: "This man is so low-key that he is almost abnormal."
"You are the pervert." Sang Wuyan frowned.
"I'm praising him."
"Do you think anyone would use the word pervert to praise someone?"
"I am."
It was Tuesday morning and most people at the radio station were on break. Sang Wuyan had forgotten his cell phone in the drawer yesterday, so he rode his bike to the radio station to get it.
She parked her bike outside and went to take the elevator.
As it turned out, there was another man waiting for the elevator. Coincidentally, he was the man with charming eyes whom I met by the lake last time. But at this moment, his face looked a little serious, and he was holding a cane in his hand.
A very ordinary white metal cane, very thin and looks very light.
Sang Wuyan was puzzled. Why was this man using a cane at such a young age
The man was tall and straight, but slightly thin in proportion, forming a sharp contrast with the petite Sang Wuyan, who had a baby-like face. He was originally facing the elevator door, quietly waiting for the elevator to come down, with his eyes completely unfocused. After Sang Wuyan came, he politely moved half a step to the side.
Sang Wuyan was just a little bit surprised. There was almost no one at the radio station except those on duty at this time. How could such a handsome guy come? Was he here to discuss advertising
Maybe because he felt Sang Wuyan was sizing him up or something, the man tilted his head and Sang Wuyan quickly looked away.
She quickly turned her head around and stared at the electronic screen of the elevator, watching the numbers gradually change, 9, 8, 7...
At this time, the phone rang and the man took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
"Well, I'll go up first, you don't have to come down."
Not knowing what the other party said, the man replied calmly: "The vertical line on the inside on the right, the third line from top to bottom, I remember it."
Then hang up.
Such a concise and clear phone call was so simple that it even made people feel a little indifferent, and there was a hint of impatience.
What a man who lacks patience, Sang Wuyan defined him as.
"Ding Dong—" the elevator arrived.
The man paused, seemingly letting himself go first.
Ladies first, this is only natural. Sang Wuyan walked in without hesitation, and then she turned around and pressed the floor button, only to suddenly realize that the man lowered his cane and lightly touched the left and right sides of the elevator door before he started, then reached out to hold the door frame and walked in.
Sang Wuyan stood there in amazement.
He is actually a blind man!
That ordinary white metal cane turned out to be a blind cane.
In this situation, looking at his sight again, it was actually far away without any focus. Those dark eyes were so beautiful, but they could not see anything...
With a bang, Sang Wuyan heard his heart contract violently, and then slowly expand. It was hard to describe the feeling.
Regret, pity, sympathy, pity, sigh...all seemed to surge into my heart.
Recalling the morning when I first met the man in the park, he sat by the lake for a long time with his eyes closed. What was he doing at that time? Was he concentrating on listening to the sounds of the world, or was he quietly looking forward to the morning sun falling into his eyes
In the elevator, Sang Wuyan was at the back and he was at the front.
Sang Wuyan originally thought that the man would ask her to help him press the elevator button, but seeing that he was still hesitant to ask, she took the initiative to ask, "Do you need help?"
He paused, turned his head slightly, then looked straight ahead again and said calmly, "No, thank you."
After saying four words, he pursed his lips again.
This kind of politeness that kept people at a distance made Sang Wuyan frown and feel a little unhappy, but this displeasure was immediately drowned out by the overwhelming sympathy.
She saw him raise his right hand and fumble with the two rows of buttons on the right side of the elevator door, sliding his fingers slowly across the metallic surface from top to bottom and then moving them down again.
There were two vertical elevator buttons, and he groped his way to the inner column on the right.
The elevator was going up, and Sang Wuyan wondered if it would only go to the second floor, and by the time he pressed the button, he would have already passed his destination. So, Sang Wuyan was waiting nervously.
His fingers were very sensitive. When he touched the first button "12", he paused slightly and then continued to move down.
Looking at the fingers slowly brushing across those buttons, Sang Wuyan suddenly remembered the phone call just now.
He said, "The vertical line on the right, the third line from top to bottom, I remember it." That was how someone described to him how to press the elevator button. There was no Braille sign on the elevator button.
He touched the number "10", stopped, and pressed it without hesitation.
However, Sang Wuyan was dumbfounded. The lights on the tenth floor went out.
The characteristic of the elevator in the radio station is that if the button for a floor is pressed twice, it will be canceled. Sang Wuyan happened to be going to the tenth floor, so he was gone after all this trouble.
The man didn't notice anything and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Sang Wuyan thought about it, gently stretched out her hand, went around his side, and quietly pressed "10" again. After a series of actions, Sang Wuyan was sure that the man didn't notice, and then she felt relieved.
Sang Wuyan could only sigh in her heart, feeling like a thief. She unconsciously touched her pocket, but the key was gone.
"Ah!" she couldn't help but exclaimed.
This noise is particularly harsh in the elevator.
The man didn't move.
Sang Wuyan covered her mouth and searched her handbag again, but still nothing.
She frowned and thought hard for two seconds, and then she felt that she seemed to have forgotten to lock the bicycle, and then she put the key and the lock together in the bicycle basket.
Sang Wuyan glanced at the screen and saw that she had only reached the sixth floor, so she hurriedly pressed the button for the seventh floor. As soon as the elevator stopped and opened the door, she rushed out and prepared to take another elevator down.
While Sang Wuyan was waiting anxiously, she accidentally glanced at the man and saw that pair of clear eyes slowly disappear behind the closing elevator door.