Originally, this was the most frequently used answer by hundreds of millions of Chinese people. However, Su Nianqin seemed to be impressed by her voice. She frowned and said, "You are Sang..."
He paused for a moment, and Sang Wuyan quickly replied happily: "Wuyan, Sang Wuyan."
"What are you doing here?" Su Nianqin asked slowly again.
After noticing that his expression was much brighter than when he was angry just now, Sang Wuyan straightened his back and said, "I heard a nice song in the office opposite, so I came over to take a look."
"Well, I've finished playing it now," he said.
"Huh?" She didn't quite understand what he meant for a moment.
"You can go now." After he said that, he turned away and picked up the pen again.
Sang Wuyan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed by such a straightforward order to leave, so she just stood there in a daze. Unexpectedly, Su Nianqin didn't even give her a chance to think, and without even raising her head, she added, "Please close the door."
Sang Wuyan closed the door woodenly, turned around, and walked back to the office. The series of actions were completed so magically. It was not until half a minute later, when the bell rang, that she came to her senses and immediately said angrily: "What are you showing off!" After saying that, she raised her foot and kicked Director Wang's stool hard to vent her anger.
As Christmas approaches, the radio station is going to replay a collection of classic programs of the year. Sang Wuyan accidentally heard the interview that Nie Xi had with Yi Jin a few months ago in the editing room.
She used her power for personal gain and listened to the recording herself with headphones on.
"No, there are only a few simple strokes." Yi Jin said.
Hearing this, Sang Wuyan laughed foolishly for a while.
After finishing her work, Sang Wuyan walked out of the radio station building onto the street. When she met couples who were preparing for Christmas, she suddenly thought of Wei Hao and Xu Qian. In fact, deep down in her heart, she was far from being as indifferent as she appeared to be.
The next month, Sang Wuyan took up her post at the school for the disabled. During her internship, she studied with a teacher named Li.
Sometimes, when Teacher Li was in a meeting or repeating classes in a parallel class, she would stay alone in the office to review English for the postgraduate entrance examination.
On a rainy day, she saw Su Nianqin again.
It rarely snows in the winter in City A, but it often rains, sometimes for three or four days without clearing up. Her mood is almost tied to the weather, so she is always in low spirits. Just as she was staring out the window, she saw Su Nianqin and a young woman walking in the distance, holding an umbrella together.
The rain is still falling.
He held an umbrella in one hand and put away his folded cane in the other hand. The lady next to him gently supported his arm holding the umbrella. With her guidance, he slowly walked through the path beside the playground towards the teaching building.
In addition to her, there were two other teachers correcting homework at their desks. Sang Wuyan glanced at them, pretending to want some fresh air, pushed open the window, and stretched his neck to see the actions of the man and woman. The two of them were very intimate, but there were no unnecessary little movements. When they walked downstairs, Sang Wuyan lost his observation angle and didn't see any gossip. After waiting for a while, the lady opened 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 Teacher Li's desk and sat upright, and even found an educational magazine and held it in his hand to pretend. Teacher Wu, who taught music, raised his head and glanced at Sang Wuyan, and when his eyes fell on the magazine in her hand, he became strange.
Sang Wuyan then realized that she had held the book upside down. So, she smiled foolishly at Teacher Wu and quickly changed it.
Then, from time to time, she glanced at the door and then at the book in her hand.
He walked very slowly, taking several minutes to come up, and his voice was very soft. When he appeared at the door of the office, two teachers greeted him one after another: "Teacher Su is here. Is it raining heavily?"
Su Nianqin nodded and walked to his desk with his cane. He put down the cane, but the umbrella in his other hand made him feel torn.
The umbrella was still dripping. If it was left hanging, it would probably make the floor dirty. If it was opened, it would be in the way of others after class when there were many people. He was not very familiar with this office and did not know where else to put it. And he was obviously unwilling to ask for help from others.
The two teachers obviously didn't notice his emotions, but Sang Wuyan noticed it.
Sang Wuyan walked over and said, "Teacher Su, I'll help you put it in the bucket over there."
Originally, he didn't notice that there was a fourth person in the office, not to mention that this person was Sang Wuyan, whom he had scolded last time.
Sang Wuyan reached out to take the umbrella from his hand, but he didn't want to let go. But she had already said it, and in front of other people, so she couldn't let it go, nor could she take it away.
The two of them were in a stalemate for three seconds, and then they heard the bell for the end of get out of class.
Looking at his cold face, Sang Wuyan suddenly felt that he was really meddling in other people's business. Those two teachers were so wise that they probably knew that he was a shiny nail that could kill someone in an instant, so they simply didn't bother him.
The moment the bell rang, the sound of children playing could be heard in the corridor, and people were about to rush over here. Sang Wuyan thought silently in his heart: Count to three, if he still does this, I will turn around and leave.
When she counted to two silently, Su Nianqin suddenly let go of the umbrella and said lightly, "Thank you for your trouble."
The word "trouble" made Sang Wuyan open his mouth in surprise, and he replied hesitantly: "It's okay."
Later, when she returned to her seat, she realized that maybe this man was not only bad-tempered but also shameless. It would be embarrassing if others saw him fighting with a little girl for something.
Teacher Li walked into the office after class. Sang Wuyan hurriedly stood up to greet him, but he didn't expect Teacher Li to say to Su Nianqin, "Teacher Su, I'm sorry, I want to take up some time from your Braille class next time. The school just announced that we need to talk to the students about the New Year's Day holiday. Is that okay?"
Teacher Li is well-known for his kindness in the school. Although Su Nianqin braved the rain just to attend this class, she had no objection and nodded, "No problem."
After receiving the reply, Teacher Li did not linger for a moment, picked up her bag and walked out the door again. Halfway through, she turned back and said to Sang Wuyan, "Xiao Sang, there is nothing here. If you have anything else to do, you can leave first."
"Yeah." Sang Wuyan said.
But she had no intention of leaving. She had no classes at school. She had also asked for leave from the radio station because of her internship. If she went back now, she would be alone at home, and it would be so quiet that it would be unbearable. It would not be as lively as school.
Sang Wuyan waited for the class bell to ring and then returned to his seat.
Su Nianqin's desk was next to Teacher Li's, facing each other. Therefore, the two of them were also facing each other now.
Sang Wuyan began to lie on the table again, in a daze. Su Nianqin methodically took out a Braille book from the drawer, turned to the page with the bookmark, and began to read. He placed his hands flat on it, moving rhythmically from left to right.
This was the fourth class. The two teachers had already gone to class, and the teachers who didn't have classes had all gone home. There were only the two of them left in the office. Su Nianqin didn't leave because Teacher Li had said that she would take up some time, but didn't say that she would take up the entire class, so if she finished early, he would still have to go to class.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and it made a sound of dripping on the glass.
Sang Wuyan had nothing to do and looked for books to read on the table of Teacher Wu next to her. Teacher Wu taught Chinese and only had a Chinese teaching guide. The fold was Liu Yuxi's "Wu Yi Xiang". Sang Wuyan had been interested in poetry since she was a child. In the past, Wei Hao's family always played the recitation tape of "300 Tang Poems". As a result, she could listen to it and recite it by heart, but Wei Hao couldn't.
She also knew the poem "Wuyi Lane", but she couldn't remember it exactly, so she couldn't help but recite it silently while looking at the book: "Wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, the setting sun at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. The swallows that used to fly in front of the halls of the Wang and Xie families now fly into the homes of ordinary people."
Because I studied science in high school and educational psychology in college, I haven't come across this kind of ancient poetry for many years. Suddenly I remembered some things in the past and couldn't help feeling a little emotional, so I couldn't help but repeat it again.
She read the poem in a very low voice, almost like she was talking to herself, and if you were a few steps away, you wouldn't be able to hear it at all. However, Su Nianqin, who was sitting opposite her, heard it clearly.
When she came to the part "The setting sun is slanting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane", Su Nianqin finally lost her patience and said, "This word is pronounced xiá."
"Ah? What?" Sang Wuyan was confused.
"The setting sun at the entrance of Wuyi Lane."
“It’s clearly the setting sun.” Sang Wuyan frowned, and was about to hand the book to him so that he could see it with his own eyes. The word “斜” (slanted) was clearly written on the book, but he quietly retracted the motion halfway through.
"I know it's 斜, but in this poem it should be pronounced xiá, the second tone." Su Nianqin frowned as he spoke, revealing a kind of arrogance.
Normally, he was a person who preferred to mind his own business. The fact that he corrected Sang Wuyan in so many words showed that he felt helpless when he heard her repeating the same thing in his ear.
"Huh?" Sang Wuyan was embarrassed and said cunningly, "No way? When I was in school, I read it obliquely."
Su Nianqin was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore.
I usually don't learn my skills well, and this time I've brought shame to my grandma's house. Sang Wuyan bit her lip and hurriedly tried to say something else to save the situation.
"I went to this place called Wuyi Lane when I was a sophomore." She glanced at Su Nianqin as she spoke, and found that he read the Braille much slower than before, perhaps he was listening to her conversation. So she hurriedly searched her memory for interesting things related to Wuyi Lane.