5:30 was exactly the time when crowds flocked from classrooms and libraries to the cafeteria and boiling water room. Sang Wuyan had eaten early and was on his way to self-study.Ten minutes later, the campus radio started broadcasting on time.Today Wednesday, I don't know who is on duty in the studio. After the familiar melody ended, Xu Qian's voice came out: "Good afternoon, I'm Xiaoqian, and it's time for pop music every Wednesday again. First, new song recommendations, and then our last week's list..." The school's broadcasting room has always been doing well, and it is much richer than when Sang Wuyan entered the school.It's a pity that she hasn't been to the broadcasting room for a long time.

She waited for Cheng Yin in the small garden under the Four Teachings for a few minutes, and then saw her walking with a smile on her face. "What's wrong? You look stupid." Cheng Yin asked. "I'm intoxicated by Xu Qian's voice." "I think I'm intoxicated in my own vinegar jar." "No, no, no." Sang Wuyan wrestled with her. "You still said no, you..." Cheng Yin was interrupted by Sang Wuyan in the middle of speaking! "Hush—" She made a silent gesture, tilted her head and focused on her ears, and didn't move for a while.

Cheng Yin really calmed down, and asked softly after a while, "What's wrong?" Sang Wuyan said: "Listen to this song." A song is playing on the radio. "I lost my way in the grassland, the wind blows and the grass is low, someone once sang that the sky is like a vault..." In the end, I was almost sung in a soft and slow voice like a male singer, as if it touched my heart. The whole night, Sang Wuyan had that song in his head.Originally, she was the one who did the Wednesday popular music program on the school radio, so she was a bit professionally sensitive.

"What song is it? It's so nice." "It's probably new." "I really want to know." Sang Wuyan sighed. "Just call and ask Xu Qian." Cheng Yin came up with the first idea. "If you kill me, I won't go." "Go online and search, I think you can find it." Cheng Yin came up with a second idea. "How do I search if I don't know the title of the song?" Sang Wuyan was famous for his Dianbai. "Uh—" The two looked at each other, "I don't know either." Cheng Yin was also Dianbai. "..."

It seems that women cannot rely on women. Sang Wuyan and his buddy Cheng Yin have moved out of the school to share the rent since they entered school this year.They are all in the graduation class, and the school is not strictly controlled. In addition, she is now working part-time at the radio station in City A, so she is afraid that sometimes she will be late and it will be inconvenient to go back to the dormitory. Early the next morning, Sang Wuyan hummed and sang yesterday's song while brushing his teeth, suddenly thought of something and spit out toothpaste, raised his head and asked, "Cheng Yin, why don't I hum the tune and go to school and ask them?"

"Why are you still tiptoeing about this?" "Of course, I'm from the radio station, so I'm professionally sensitive." "Still professionally sensitive?" Cheng Yin laughed, "Aren't you just a big bastard with tone deafness, any song can be ruined into a Yellow River chorus in your mouth." "Cheng Yin!!" Sang Wuyan was furious. In the afternoon, Sang Wuyan went to the radio station without class.In the evening, it was the broadcasting time of Nie Xi, the mainstay of the radio station.After Sang Wuyan joined the radio station, he was doing odd jobs like before.Not long ago, Nie Xi's assistant had just resigned, and there was no suitable candidate. Fortunately, the director felt that Sang Wuyan had a good brain, so he let her take over temporarily.

Although Nie Xi is well-known in this city, he is easy to get along with. He does everything by himself and treats others kindly.Wuyan called her "Sister Xi" along with the juniors in the stage. Sang Wuyan carried a large pile of letters upstairs from the gatekeeper on the first floor, all of which were addressed to Nie Xi from the audience.She opened them one by one for Nie Xi, replying what should be replied, and conveying what should be conveyed.However, almost every time Sang Wuyan saw something that made her laugh. Every time she reads to other people in the stage, she is sure to burst into laughter.

Nie Xi always shook his head, "Wuyan, you are such a happy fruit." Sang Wuyan finished sorting out a lot of things, went to the cafeteria to have dinner, and came back, Nie Xi had already arrived at the workshop ahead of time to make preparations. "Sister Xi, it's so early." Nie Xi winked at her, turned down the music and said, "I want to use some new songs, I'll try them out." "Oh." Sang Wuyan gave you a busy look, ready to go to the next door. Just after turning around, Sang Wuyan heard that Nie Xi changed the tune, and the melody of the intro was somewhat familiar.Suddenly, her mind flashed, and it turned out to be the song from yesterday, the song she was looking for so hard.

She hurriedly turned around and asked loudly, "Sister Xi, what song is this?" Nie Xi was concentrating on writing and thinking about music, so she didn't hear her question for a while. "Sister Xi, what's the name of the song you played?" Sang Wuyan asked again. "You mean the song now?" Nie Xi said, "It's called "Libya Shells." "It's really nice." Sang Wuyan sighed. "Not bad. Although it's a new song by a newcomer, I think it will be a big hit." "It's really good, I was fascinated when I heard it."

Seeing her appearance, Nie Xi couldn't help laughing, "Wuyan, I still have a spare disc here. If you want it, I can lend it to you." Upon hearing this, Sang Wuyan nodded like pounding garlic. As soon as she got home from get off work, she took the disc out of her handbag and put it in the CD player.That song is the title song of the same name for the entire album, and it was ranked number one. She listened to it several times before she remembered to look for the lyrics attached to the CD. The cover of the booklet is that handsome newcomer, the most popular boy with sunshine, his handsome silhouette reflected in the hazy light.

Sang Wuyan turned to the first page, and what he saw was a landscape painting instead of a portrait of the boy.The painting is really beautiful, the endless desert is illuminated golden yellow by the setting sun that almost fell on the horizon, a few stars are shining near the not too dazzling sun, and a shell is nearby, under the afterglow of the sun, it looks like Dyed with a layer of brilliance. On this side of the picture are the words of the song. The lyrics are not obscure at all, and they have some classical taste but they are a little different from the popular Chinese-style tunes now, and they don't have the characteristics of Arabic music.With that kind of tune and that kind of libretto, it seems that there really is an Arabian prince like that in the desert playing the piano and singing for the woman he loves so much. Sang Wuyan inadvertently saw the following production, and the first one was a short four words—— "Lyrics: One Today" She always felt that these two words looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she saw them.Without thinking too much, I washed and went to sleep. Unfortunately, just before dawn, Sang Wuyan was woken up by the rooster on the balcony of the old lady on the third floor.It has been many days, but I just don't know what the old lady is preparing to stew that chicken. Sang Wuyan covered her head and continued to sleep, but the chicken kept singing like a stimulant.Then, the phone rang. When Sang Wuyan saw Wei Hao's name on the caller ID, his heart beat faster, and he didn't know whether to answer it or not. She didn't dare to pinch, the bell just rang over and over again.It took a long time to calm down. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, there was an argument on the phone—it was still Wei Hao. "This person is also, don't you know he has to go to bed early in the morning?" Cheng Yin said. "Yeah." She frowned. "Go on, go on, I won't eat you again." "Why!" Sang Wuyan said nervously covering the phone under the quilt to reduce the noise. The phone disconnected again, then rang again. Sang Wuyan simply put a pillow on top to cover the phone, and it took a long time for the ringing to stop. However, a good early morning with no classes and sleeping until the sun was three poles was just like that-it was ruined. Sang Wuyan got up desperately, put on her clothes, and after staying in the room for a while, she made up her mind to go out alone to Xiaoxi Street to eat the steamed buns she had been coveting for a long time. In such an early morning, except for the high school students rushing to study early, there were almost no people on the street, and most of the shops were not open yet. The sprinkler sang and moved slowly on the road. Walking on the road, Sang Wuyan took a deep breath and suddenly felt in a good mood.I used to get up early either to catch the radio station or to go back to school. I haven’t experienced this kind of leisurely feeling for a long time. So, she walked out from the steamed stuffed bun shop and turned into the park. The park is much more lively, people doing exercises and running. There was a chubby kid by the lake who was learning Tai Chi from a group of elderly people.She has always liked children, and she was happy to see the cute and clumsy child, so she simply sat down on a chair by the side of the road. Maybe today will be a nice day.Although it was only the end of September, the heat had already subsided. Sitting on the chair in the open air, the breeze was blowing slowly, refreshing, and even felt a little cold. The sky in the distance gradually cleared up, and the early morning sun began to gradually penetrate the clouds. In the nearby chair sat a young man.When Sang Wuyan came just now, the man was already there, facing the lake by himself, quietly closing his eyes.Probably because it made people feel very good, so she couldn't help but sneak a second look at his side face. His lips were light in color, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, showing an indifferent look. Because he closed his eyes, Sang Wuyan pretended to be brave enough to stare at him a few more times.She has good eyesight since she was a child, and even from several meters away, she can see that his eyelashes are dark and thick, overlapping up and down, like a small fan. However, it was also because he closed his eyes that he couldn't see the combined feeling of the entire five sense organs. Sang Wuyan has always believed that eyes are the window to the soul, and a pair of good-looking eyes is a prerequisite for beauty.Therefore, in terms of the four-word evaluation of "extremely handsome", she put away the word "extremely" for the time being, and made a decision after seeing the whole thing. Nearby, several old men and women were hanging their throats.Some people simply yell at the lake water, which is said to release the exhaust gas in the chest cavity, appetizing, invigorating the spleen and prolonging life. As soon as Sang Wuyan was in a good mood, he wanted to hum a song, so he also imitated them, stood up with his hands on his hips, facing the "sea", and sang loudly. "Three laps to the left and three laps to the right, twisting the buttocks and twisting the neck, going to bed early and getting up early, we are doing exercises, shaking hands and feet, taking deep breaths frequently, and doing morning exercises like grandpa will not grow old..." She yelled in a loud voice, and there was a "grandpa" who was doing morning exercises next to her. After being sung like this, she felt embarrassed to continue twisting her waist and buttocks, and slowly stopped. Uh - it seems a little childish. She thought for a while and changed the song again. "The five-star red flag is fluttering in the wind, and the sound of booming singing is so loud, this is how our dear motherland is moving towards boom, boom, boom..." As soon as the song "Singing the Motherland" was exported, an aunt who was jogging backwards was so surprised by her that she almost fell down. But fortunately, the good-looking man just tilted his ears when she opened her mouth to sing the first sentence, and remained calm the rest of the time. Sang Wuyan never memorized the lyrics when he sang, and whenever he came across a place he couldn't speak, he hummed and chirped, or simply filled in a few sentences that didn't make sense. Obviously, the "咚咚" and "Dangdang" behind the five-star red flag are alternate pronunciations of unknown lyrics. Moreover, every time she went to sing karaoke, she would be beaten off by the crowd if she picked up the microphone and opened her mouth to sing three lines. Cheng Yin shook her head every time and sighed, "We can't figure it out. After all, you are an announcer of a certain radio station that has never been broadcast before, how can you sing so tragically?" Forget it. Sang Wuyan closed his mouth and shook his head. There are many old people here, so it is better not to sing these nostalgic golden songs, lest she tarnish the glorious image of the great motherland. Sang Wuyan was silent in his heart, ready to present a song that appeals to both the refined and the vulgar. At this time, she suddenly remembered the song "Tianming Slightly Blue" by the star Mr. A whom she admired very much. It is quite famous and suitable for the current occasion.So, she brewed the lyrics in her mind, opened her mouth and sang again: Because she likes it, she has sung this song countless times at home, and she still remembers a part of the lyrics.En——Sang indulged herself without satisfaction. This time, there are obviously not as many people stirring garlic under their feet as last time, and they have made progress. However, the man on the side turned his head because of Sang Wuyan's singing this time, and his originally calm expression suddenly became strange. He turned his head and slowly opened his eyes.When those eyes gradually appeared, Sang Wuyan even forgot to breathe for a moment. He has very beautiful eyes. Under the thick eyelashes, the eyes are as deep as lacquer. Later, Wu Yan asked him: "Do you know what I thought when I saw your eyes for the first time?" he wondered. She laughed, "like black glass beads soaked in water." In fact, the man's expression at this time is not so much strange as it is extremely displeased. Sang Wuyan was puzzled, she sang the song of celebrity Mr. A, what was he unhappy about?Is he a crazy fan of Mr. A?At this moment, Sang Wuyan's little head couldn't help bursting out a lot of breaking news about fans fanatically chasing stars. So, before the man's peeling eyes fell on him, Sang Wuyan kept silent in time, then picked up his handbag and left. Sang Wuyan went back to the school dormitory to pick up things at noon, just in time to meet Li Lulu, who was on the upper bunk, coming back from the bathhouse with a bathtub. "I still asked who it was, but it turned out to be Miss Sang," Li Lulu said, "What? Come back for inspection?" Li Lulu loves to talk a lot, but she is not a bad person. "I'm coming back to get some clothes." "By the way, Wei Hao always calls you in the middle of the night. It's so annoying, can you save us from worrying?" "Oh." Sang Wuyan replied as she buried her head in arranging her drawers. "Tell me about you..." Li Lulu paused, then waved her hand again, "Stop talking." "It's useless to say it." Sang Wuyan answered. "Yes. I don't know how Wei Hao fell in love with someone like you. It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes." Sang Wuyan chuckled. "Don't laugh, let's have dinner on Saturday night instead of curling up in your kennel all day and playing with everyone." "I don't want to go." Sang Wuyan lowered his head. "You must have forgotten that day is my birthday. If you dare not go, see if I can't beat you to death." Li Lulu's harsh words were very effective against Sang Wuyan. As a result, when Wei Hao was eating hot pot that day, Sang Wuyan frowned and looked at Li Lulu. "My fellow, it doesn't mean anything else." Li Lu said without raising her head. There were a total of eight people eating, exactly four women and four men. It happened to be two tables of mahjong, Sang Wuyan thought about it. Everyone is a fellow from City B, and Sang Wuyan knows all of them. Wei Hao sat next to Sang Wuyan, with Li Lulu in the middle.Sang Wuyan didn't take another look at him, he was quite normal, and the whole process was uneventful. But halfway through the meal, the food was not enough, Li Lulu asked the waiter to take the menu, and asked Wei Hao casually: "Handsome guy, do you think there is anything else that needs to be added?" Without even thinking about it, Wei Hao blurted out, "Add more beef, Wuyan likes it." Wuyan's chopsticks paused. When the dishes were served, Li Lulu drove a large plate of beef out of the pot to cook in one go.However, Sang Wuyan didn't pick up a single chopstick from the beginning to the end. After eating, a group of people went to sing again. Li Lulu and a group of people were crazy as hell.One girl even took off her shoes and sang while standing on the couch.Sang Wuyan and Wei Hao were sitting on the left and right ends of the sofa. Fellow A said: "Sang Wuyan, sing." Fellow B said: "Don't, don't, don't. Wait until I plug my ears." Sang Wuyan got annoyed, jumped up and said, "Fuck you!" Li Lulu said: "Wei Hao, we ordered your repertoire for you, and that's it for you." As he spoke, he handed the microphone to Wei Hao. He lazily took the microphone, and the accompaniment came. In the past, Wei Hao didn’t sing very much, and organized a band “eleven” with his classmates. He was well-known in the A school, and he just played the bass in a low-key way, and Xu Qian, who is now the anchor of the campus radio station, is their band’s member. lead singer. Until one time, everyone was karaoke in the K hall, and Sang Wuyan was drunk, holding the microphone and ordering songs. She yelled: "Lulu help me order "Tianming Slightly Blue", I will sing... ten times." Don't say it ten times, Sang Wuyan just sang three lines, and a group of people were dumbfounded.Is this singing? It's a magic sound.However, she was drunk at that time, and she didn't care about others' feelings at all. She held on to the microphone and refused to let go, just like a "Maiba". "Wuyan, that's not how this song is sung." Wei Hao coaxed her. "How is that sung?" she paused and asked. "Shall I sing it to you?" "Okay... ah. If I sing wrong, I will... fine!" Sang Wuyan hiccupped, "No, no, it's fine... wine." She said and let go. Only then did Wei Hao coax the microphone out of her hand. At that time, Wei Hao really sang in front of everyone for the first time.Half of the song "Tianming Slightly Blue" actually sang more than the original song to infect the public. After singing once, the whole audience was amazed, but only Sang Wuyan was alone with a drunken smile and said: "It's not bad, but my singing is a bit worse than mine." Now, Li Lulu mentioned this song again, just because she wanted to renew their fate with them. The familiar melody sounded again, and Wei Hao sang it with his low voice. The music was not over yet, but Sang Wuyan didn't want to continue listening, picked up the handbag, got up, pushed open the door of the private room, and walked out. She let out a long sigh of relief when most of the hustle and bustle disappeared behind the soundproof door. She suddenly remembered that she stood by the lake and sang this song so foolishly that morning, perhaps it was not by accident, but because she still had a little nostalgia in her heart. Suddenly, just a little bit, she hated the song. However, Wei Hao chased after him. "Wuyan." Wei Hao pulled her back. "I'll come out to breathe." She shook off his hand. "Why do you hide from me?" "I don't." "Change your phone number, move out of the dormitory, and make a detour when you see me in school, haven't you?" Wei Hao said, "If you can transfer schools, I think you will change schools immediately." "I moved out, not because of you. I changed my number because I am such a capricious person. I took a detour because..." Sang Wuyan paused, and quickly found an excuse in his mind, "It's because you, Wei Hao, are Big star on campus, I'm afraid the road is not wide enough to get in your way." This is what she is best at. Wei Hao smiled helplessly, "It's true, I don't want to have anything to do with me anymore." "In no mood." "why?" "I just don't want to." "I've said it all, she and I are just friends." "Friend?" Sang Wuyan raised his head, "Does a friend want to kiss? Kissing in front of my face, is it something a friend does?" "It's not that she was drunk. I also drank a little too much, so I didn't notice it for a while..." "Wei Hao," Sang Wuyan interrupted him, "I don't want to hear anything." "why?" "Just don't want to hear it," she said. "..." The argument between the two returned to the original place. Wei Hao suddenly felt powerless, and he couldn't reason with Sang Wuyan at all. "I want to go home," she said. "I see you off." "No need to." Back home, Sang Wuyan climbed into bed depressed. The house was terribly quiet, the landlord didn't have a TV, and she didn't have the spare money to buy one, so the only entertainment at home was reading, playing music, and listening to the radio. She has been broadcasting at the school radio station since high school. She likes to collect all kinds of nice music, popular ones, so every time she moves, she has more CDs than clothes and can fit a large box. However, at this moment, she didn't want to listen to any songs. "Why didn't you let him explain clearly?" Cheng Yin asked. "Yeah, why don't I want to hear his explanation? It's strange." Sang Wuyan asked back. "..." Cheng Yinmo. "Could it be that I subconsciously feel that love is sacred and cannot be defiled?" "Who knows." Saturday night is the time for Sang Wuyan to call home to report on the current situation of the week. "Father, I want to eat glutinous rice balls." Sang Wuyan acted like a baby. "Okay, okay, is the pocket money enough, or I'll save some tomorrow for you to buy glutinous rice balls." Papa Sang said. At this time, Sang's mother was nagging, "She spends many times the monthly living expenses of Xiaoqiong next door. You are afraid that she will not have money to buy a bowl of glutinous rice balls." "But, I just want to eat the kind of sesame stuffing that my father made by himself." Sang Wuyan ignored Sang's mother and continued to act like a baby. "I'll do it tomorrow, and next week your Uncle Yu will go to a meeting in City A and ask him to bring you the stuffing. But, you can only make it yourself." "No, I want to eat what you made, I miss you, and I miss home." "Then..." Papa Sang was in a dilemma, "Then Yanyan, why don't you come back next week." "What about class?" "There is no class, we ask for leave." "Nonsense!" Sang's mother snatched the phone, "Wuyan, you don't have to sing with your father. He is used to you and lawless. I am still a teacher, I don't know how to educate students." Sang Wuyan chuckled. Sang's mother continued: "Wuyan, you will apply for graduate school next month. You can decide whether to take the postgraduate entrance examination or enter the society to work. If you really want to take the postgraduate entrance examination, you should concentrate on reviewing. 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 dad's chances of getting you recommended. A daughter of a well-known professor at B University actually opened the back door after reading a book. How embarrassing it is to gossip." "En." Sang's mother said the truth, and Sang Wuyan could only nod in agreement. Other families are strict fathers and loving mothers, and her family is strict mothers and loving fathers. "Do you remember what I said?" Mother Sang asked. "remember." "Young Wei Hao, you called home last week to ask about your cell phone. I was so anxious that I was worried. If you really don't want to spend time with him, just make it clear, otherwise what will happen to your father and your Uncle Wei in the future. " What can't be done, her mother is direct when she speaks. There is no possibility between her and Wei Hao. The weather is getting cooler. There are not many classes in school now, so Sang Wuyan goes to the library every day to occupy a seat and review.However, apart from going to two cram schools on weekends, the rest of the time is spent on the radio. In fact, it is not difficult for her to take the postgraduate entrance examination. In Cheng Yin's words: "Don't look at you who are usually stupid and have no brains, but you are not stupid in studying." "My first-class scholarship was summed up by you saying that you are not stupid. It seems that you are not too stupid." Sang Wuyan retorted. Some programs are integrated on the radio station.The original popular music column at six o'clock was adjusted due to the increase in audience rating and Nie Xi's skyrocketing popularity. Nie Xi has been broadcasting this kind of program all the time. He is familiar with the industry and has some human connections. From time to time, he can invite some big names who can't be asked to come and do interviews on the spot. For example, today, the one who came to do the show is the celebrity Mr. A, the idol of Sang Wuyan. Mr. A has been in the arts for several years, but since last year's album "Daylight Blue" has gathered popularity and made a big comeback. "A song brings great success. What do you think is the main reason for this success? Commercial operation? Or a kind of self-improvement?" Nie Xi chatted more casually. "Anyone who knows you knows that you are famously hardworking in the industry." Mr. A smiled, "Of course fans like it in various aspects. The record company has supported me a lot. Of course, I must also thank Mr. Yijin." "Well, Mr. Yijin, the author of the lyrics and music of "Tianming Slightly Blue"." Nie Xi explained casually to let the audience understand. "He is really talented." Mr. A continued, "I know that Mr. Yijin's songs are hard to find. When he rejected the record company, we were all desperate." Mr. A pondered for a while. "But there is a way out." Nie Xi smiled. "That's why I am very grateful to Teacher Yijin." Mr. A said very sincerely. It wasn't until here that Sang Wuyan outside remembered that "Tianming Slightly Blue" was also written by Yijin. No wonder that day when he read "Libyan Shells", he always felt that the author looked familiar. Sang Wuyan had heard of the famous one. In the past two years, this person has been able to make a person popular with one song.But he is extremely low-key. Up to now, he has never shown his face in public and refused any media interviews.Not to mention age, appearance, biography, even whether it is a man or a woman has only recently been exposed. This is also thanks to a scandal. This year, there is a beautiful woman who suddenly declared on the Internet that she is "Yijin" herself, and then published her personal blog.Moreover, he blew up a series of "stories that cannot be told" between himself and the star Mr. A. All of a sudden, one stone caused a thousand waves, and the entertainment circle caused an uproar.There is even an exclusive interview with her on a website, interviewing her creative voice. Reporter A: "Why did you name it Yijin?" The beauty smiled reservedly: "The past and the present are those ambiguous and warm stories that happened to me, and the past and the present are also the impact of my thoughts and feelings after studying abroad for many years. Intersection, so I took the pseudonym Yijin from these two meanings.” Reporter A: "It's amazing, two simple words actually contain such a profound thought." It turned out that it was star A's record company, not Yijin, who came out to clarify the facts. "The scandals between her and Mr. A are purely fictional." "Do you have any evidence?" "It's actually very simple. This woman is a fake, because Yijin is a man at all." The reporters were in an uproar. "So, can I invite Yijin to attend the press conference?" a reporter asked. The spokesperson spread his hands, "I'm sorry, this... there is nothing we can do." At that time, Cheng Yin commented: "This man is so low-key that he is almost perverted." "You are the pervert." Sang Wuyan frowned, actually daring to slander her idol. "I'm just praising him." "Do you think anyone would use the word pervert to praise someone?" Most people in the radio station were off on Tuesday morning. Sang Wuyan forgot his mobile phone in the drawer yesterday, so he went to the radio station alone on a bicycle. She parked her bicycle outside and took the elevator. As a result, there was another man waiting for the elevator. It turned out to be the man with the charming eyes by the lake last time.But at this moment, his face was a little serious, and he was holding a cane in his hand. A very ordinary black metal staff, very thin and light. Sang Wuyan was puzzled, using a walking stick at a young age? The man was tall and straight, but slightly thinner in terms of proportions, in stark contrast to Sang Wuyan, who was petite and had a fat face.He was facing the elevator door straight, waiting for the elevator to get off, but his eyes were out of focus.After Sang Wuyan came, he politely moved half a step to the side. Sang Wuyan was just a little strange. At this time, there was almost no one on the radio station except the one on duty. How could such a handsome guy come here to talk about commercials? I don't know if he felt that Sang Wuyan was looking at him or something, the man turned his head sideways, and Sang Wuyan hurriedly looked away. She quickly turned her head around, stared at the electronic screen of the elevator, and watched the numbers gradually change, "9, 8, 7,..." At this time the phone rang, and the man took the phone out of 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 flatly: "The one on the right, the second 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 vague sense of impatience. What an extremely impatient man, Sang Wuyan thought. "Ding dong—" The elevator came. The man paused, as if to let himself go first. Ladies first, it's a matter of course.Sang Wuyan stepped in without any hesitation, and then she turned around and pressed the floor button, only to realize suddenly that the man lowered the cane to touch the elevator entrance before he started, and then reached out to hold the door frame and walked in. Sang Wuyan who was standing there was dumbfounded. He turned out to be blind. The ordinary metal black cane turned out to be a blind cane. Under such circumstances, looking at his line of sight again, it turned out that it really fell into the distance without any focal length.A pair of shining black eyes, they are so beautiful, but they can't see anything... With a "bang", Sang Wuyan heard his heart constrict violently, but he couldn't tell what it was like. Regret, pity, sympathy, pity, sigh... It seems that I have mixed feelings at once. Recalling the morning when I first met a man in the park, he sat by the lake for a long time with his eyes closed.What was he doing then?Are you listening to the voice of the world wholeheartedly, or are you quietly waiting for Zhaoyang to fall into your eyes? In the elevator, Sang Wuyan was behind and he was in front. Sang Wuyan originally thought that the man would ask him to press the elevator for him, but seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, he asked, "Do you need help?" He paused, turned his head slightly, then looked straight ahead again, and said lightly, "No, thank you." After four words, he pursed his lips again. Sang Wuyan frowned at this kind of politeness of refusing others to go thousands of miles away, and a little bit of displeasure arose, but this displeasure was immediately overwhelmed by the overwhelming sympathy. Seeing him, she raised her right hand and fumbled on the two rows of buttons on the right side of the elevator door.From top to bottom, fingers slowly slide across the metallic surface, and then go down. There are two vertical elevator buttons, and he groped to the inner row on the right. The elevator was going up, and Sang Wuyan wondered if he would only reach the second floor, and when he pressed it, the destination had already passed.Therefore, Sang Wuyan's heart has been waiting nervously. His fingers are very sensitive. When he touched the first button—12, he paused for a moment, and then continued to move down. Looking at the fingers slowly brushing those buttons, Sang Wuyan suddenly remembered the phone call just now. He said: "The one on the right, the second line from top to bottom, I remember." That was the process of how to press the elevator described to him by others. He touched 10, he stopped, and pressed it without hesitation. However, Sang Wuyan was dumbfounded, and the lights on the 10th floor went out. The characteristic of the elevator of the radio station is that when the button of a floor is pressed back and forth twice, it is cancelled.Sang Wuyan also happened to be going to the 10th floor, so he was gone after a toss. The man didn't notice it at all, as if he breathed a sigh of relief. Sang Wuyan thought for a while, stretched out his hand gently, went around his side, and then quietly pressed the 10th floor again.After a series of actions, Sang Wuyan was sure that the man hadn't noticed, so he was relieved. Sang Wuyan wanted to take a long breath, but he gave up, he could only sigh in his heart, he really seemed like a thief.She touched her pocket unconsciously.The key is gone. "Yeah." She couldn't help but exclaimed. This noise is especially harsh in the elevator. The man didn't move. Sang Wuyan covered her mouth, then turned over the handbag again, still nothing. She frowned, and after thinking hard for two seconds, she felt as if she had forgotten to lock the bicycle, and then the key and the lock were put in the bicycle basket. Sang Wuyan glanced at the screen before arriving at the 6th floor, so he hurriedly pressed the button for the 7th floor, waited for it to stop, opened the door and rushed out, preparing to change to another elevator and go down. While waiting anxiously, Sang Wuyan inadvertently glanced towards the man, watching those clear eyes slowly disappear behind the closed elevator doors.