Chapter 2 Chapter two

Originally, Wednesday morning was the time to record the talk show, but Nie Xi told Sang Wu that there was no need, the show was ready. "Who is interviewing?" Sang Wuyan asked. Nie Xi smiled, "Temporarily keeping it secret. You'll know when it airs tonight." Sang Wuyan glanced at the mysterious Nie Xi, it was rare to see her so happy, it was obvious that she was not an ordinary person. However, Sang Wuyan didn't care. In order to address employment interview questions, the school has opened a series of employment guidance courses since the junior year.This semester, the department invites teachers from the Faculty of Arts to teach "Communication and Eloquence".There are exactly two quarters in the afternoon.Unexpectedly, when I arrived at school, I saw on the blackboard that the teacher was temporarily busy and changed it to night.

Although the teacher never called names, the lectures were very interesting, so not many people were absent from class. The teacher said: "From your psychological analysis, people will face three major fears when speaking in interpersonal communication: fear of strangers, fear of heights, and fear of groups. The degree of this fear varies from person to person, depending on experience. It varies from person to person, but they are all unavoidable. Your employment interviews, postgraduate entrance examination interviews, and civil service interviews all combine these three fears into one, which is why they have become a huge obstacle for so many people."

Some students asked below: "Teacher, do you have group fear when facing us?" The teacher smiled: "Yes. For example, when you suddenly stand up to ask a question, although my face changed, I was still shocked. I was afraid that you would ask some questions that would not come down from the stage." After class, Sang Wuyan came home and suddenly remembered that the mysterious interview with Nie Xi would be broadcast tonight. Finally, when I turned on the radio, I heard Nie Xi say: "Today, I sincerely thank Mr. Yijin for taking time out of his busy schedule to come to our show."

"No thanks." It was a man's voice that answered Nie Xi, slightly deep and pleasantly magnetic. Is it today? ! Sang Wuyan stared at Cheng Yin with wide eyes. "It's actually Yijin?" Sang Wuyan asked Cheng Yin. "En." Cheng Yin said. "However, it seems that the show is over." Cheng Yin added. "..." This was the first time she heard direct information about Ikkum.Although it was just two words, there was a wonderful color when they came out of that talented man's mouth. He said: no thanks. Such a short sentence without context makes people have some reverie.Whether such a man is tall or short, fat or thin, restrained or flamboyant...it seems impossible to decide.

Sang Wuyan looked at the radio, and after a long time fell asleep leaning on the sound with a strange mood. In the afternoon of the second day, she had no class, and it was not the rush hour for commuting, so the people on the 101 bus were even more rare and pitiful.Sang Wuyan got into the car, found a place in the back row by the window and sat down. No. 101 is a sightseeing bus line in City A. From the urban area to scenic spots, it circles around various famous scenic spots in the city, and locals don't often take it.First, it is a detour, and second, it is more expensive than ordinary buses.

However, if he had nothing to do, Sang Wuyan would spend three yuan to sit in the car and drive around the city for half a day.Most of the time there are few and few passengers, she likes to be alone listening to music and staring outside thinking about her thoughts, this is the introverted Sang Wuyan.She was timid in front of strangers since she was a child, and it wasn't until she was a senior in college as an adult that her personality slowly became active. On this train, Sang Wuyan overheard the rebroadcast of the program Nie Xi interviewed Yijin yesterday. At this moment, there is a drizzle falling outside the window. The rain in the early autumn is a bit lingering, and the air in the whole city has become fresh after being washed by the rain.

There were not many people in the car, and she heard the man's voice again on the radio in the car. This time, I heard it clearly. Mature male voice, low and deep, mixed with some indifference.Every time Nie Xi asked a question, he would ponder for a while, and the answer was very simple.Very few words. "Why did you think of taking the road of laying down poetry? Did you dream of writing poetry when you were young?" Nie Xi asked. "Inadvertently inserted Liu Chengyin, never thought about it before." He replied. "Mr. Yijin, why do you deliberately avoid the public when you have such a wide fan base?" Nie Xi asked.

"Maintain a private living space." "Just because of this?" "Then what else?" he asked back. "You are so successful in this circle, but I heard that you have other occupations, or that writing lyrics is just your sideline?" "yes." There was no hesitation in his answer to this question.The brevity of the two words gave people a feeling of arrogance, but Sang Wuyan, who was sitting in the last row, smiled lightly. Maybe he wanted to be humble. At that time, Nie Xi asked He asked two questions, so he affirmed both of them without further ado.

Then some ads were inserted. or…… After a while, Sang Wuyan looked out the window and thought again. Or, he was such a proud person in the first place. "Mr. Yijin, does the stage name you leave have any meaning? It has been a long time, so it has a meaning of today? Or is it to commemorate something? Who is it?" "No, there are few simple strokes." He said lightly. Sang Wuyan admired Nie Xi a little bit. With such a personality, he could host the show in an orderly manner. If he was himself, he would definitely stand out. "A few months ago, a female fan impersonated you on the Internet, why didn't you come out and refute the rumor?"

"I don't care what they think if the head is on someone else's neck." "Many of the songs you wrote have touched many female fans, such as "Tianming Slightly Blue" and "Libyan Shell". Do you have your own story in it?" "without me……" This was the longest sentence he uttered in the whole program, but it was covered up by the name of the bus stop, and then many people got on board, and the radio was turned off by the driver immediately. His voice then slowly disappeared from above her. Sang Wuyan felt a little lost in his heart. While Sang Wuyan was studying for the postgraduate entrance examination, she was also busy with her graduation thesis.

So, when it was mid-term, everyone was assigned internship tasks.Li Lulu and her group were transferred to a high-security prison on the outskirts of City A for psychological treatment. "What is a high-security prison?" Sang Wuyan asked curiously. "It's just that it's full of serious criminals who have been sentenced for more than fifteen years." Li Lulu answered calmly. Sang Wuyan immediately stared: "They are all murderers?" "Not necessarily," Li Lulu smiled slightly: "There are also kidnappers, drug dealers, smugglers, and women kidnappers." "..." "It's a good thing you delicate girls didn't go, otherwise you would be frightened." Indeed, Sang Wuyan's group was most easily assigned to a school for the disabled in the community.The school is a bit special, and they are required to go there in the spring. On that day, Sang Wuyan went to hand in the practice form and walked from the office to the playground, which happened to be the time for the children's second class. When Sang Wuyan passed by a small classroom on the first floor, she heard a familiar voice. Then Sang Wuyan saw the man from the window. He was standing beside the podium in a soft white shirt, looking very casual. While the children were doing homework, he buried his head and remained silent without saying a word. "Teacher Su!" A girl with horns pierced shouted from another place. It turned out that his surname was Su, and Sang Wuyan smiled lightly, and looked at them motionlessly. His blind cane was not used in the classroom, and he walked slowly to the girl's side, seeming to be familiar with everything here. The man bent down and said a few words, then squatted down in front of a small desk and continued to communicate patiently with the girl.His voice was completely different from the one heard in the elevator, soft and light, and it even made people think that he was smiling. Finally, when get out of class was over, when he came out, Sang Wuyan, who had been peeping outside the window, hesitated for a few seconds, then imitated those children and shouted: "Teacher Su." He turned around sensitively, his pupils were out of focus, and his gaze fell on Sang Wuyan, seemingly far away.He asked, "We know each other?" It was just a one-sided relationship, and I didn't expect him to remember it. "I don't seem to know him either." Sang Wuyan was not disappointed. Hearing this, he actually showed a somewhat relieved look, and then he was holding his blind stick in one hand and preparing to go down the stairs while holding on to the handrail with the other. Seeing this, Sang Wuyan asked again: "Where are you going? Do you need help?" As soon as she said the words, she regretted a little, and she had no intention of showing mercy. But he turned around for the second time, and then he pondered for a while, and said slowly: "I seem to have seen you, on the radio." "In the elevator." Sang Wuyan added. At that time, she also kindly said "Do you need help?" The same five words. Fortunately, he has a good memory, Sang Wuyan thought fortunately. "I'm a new intern named Sang Wuyan, where is Teacher Su?" "Su Nianqin." "Nianqing?" Sang Wuyan was quite surprised, so he repeated it. "No. It's a quilt." Su Nianqin corrected her pronunciation. She is from the south, and she used to have ambiguous pronunciation in front and back nasal rhymes, so she always got rejected by the station director for this reason in the school radio station.Now, I am sure about it, but I am always confused when I hear it from others. Su Nianqin seemed to sense her bewilderment, so she added: "Jinyi, quilt." Jinyi, quilt? Sang Wuyan smiled embarrassingly, she was not good at Chinese, so she didn't recognize any quilts.But I am also embarrassed to ask again, so as not to appear uneducated, I have to pretend to understand. At night, when Sang Wuyan was reciting vocabulary words at home, he suddenly thought of his name. She hadn't checked the Chinese dictionary for a long time, and it took her a little effort to find it in a list of homophones, jinyi, quilt. When she saw the annotation, it turned out to be the meaning of the quilt. "Nianqian? That must be because my family was poor when I was a child, and there was no quilt." Cheng Yin analyzed boredly at the side. "What if the name is chosen at birth?" Sang Wuyan retorted. "That's because his parents were poor before they got married. Chinese parents like to put hope in their children's names." Cheng Yin continued her boredom. Sang Wuyan finally surrendered and stopped discussing such issues with this cold-blooded woman. Su Nianqin. Sang Wuyan was lying on the sofa, holding a dictionary in his hand, chanting three words silently, recalling the scene of him talking to her during the day, he couldn't help smiling. The man speaks mandarin perfectly, but when Dudu pronounces his own name, he raises the ending sound of the word "quilt" which is originally flat.He should be a local, because people in City A will blur one sound in Mandarin into two or three.When he speaks other words, people can't feel the accent, but it seems that he can't change his own name. "Wuyan." Cheng Yin interrupted her train of thought. "Ok?" "Wipe your mouth quickly, your saliva is about to flow out." Cheng Yin said and handed her a tissue in a decent manner. "..." In the second week, Sang Wuyan helped a junior to hand in the form, and went to that elementary school again.Just now, in Director Wang's office, it happened that he was going to class. "Xiao Sang, wait for a while, I will come after class." The director ordered. "Hey, it's okay. You are busy with your work. I'm not in a hurry." Director Wang walked on the front foot, and the class bell rang on the back foot.Sang Wuyan looked around the office, found a stack of newspapers, and then sat down on the wicker chair. The teaching building is an old-fashioned four-story building.The aisles on each floor are sandwiched between the classrooms on both sides, so the corridors appear to be very narrow and long, prone to echoes.Under normal circumstances, when most classrooms are in class, the doors are closed to avoid crosstalk. Director Wang's office is just at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, far away from the classroom, so it seems a little quiet. The thick stack of newspapers was nothing more than party newspapers and education newspapers at all levels, without lace, gossip, or gimmicks, so Sang Wuyan read it all in a few minutes, and felt even more boring after reading it. She looked up at the wall clock on the wall, only seven or eight minutes had passed, so she rested her chin on the desk in frustration, falling asleep.Faintly hearing the sound of children reading, she lay down on the table and closed her eyes. What are you reading aloud? It seems to be Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan", "Jiangnan is beautiful, and the scenery is familiar to me. At sunrise, the river flowers are red, and the river is as green as blue. In spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?" Suddenly, there was a piano sound mixed in with the sound of reading aloud. Although Sang Wuyan is a sound idiot, he also knows that this song is "Twinkle, Twinkle, Sparkle". After a few simple tones are passed through easily once, the second time they become intermittent monotones, and they go back and forth. Back, over and over again.It's fine just once, but she actually heard the man play like this three or four times, and the man who was still playing the piano didn't show any intention of stopping. She stood up angrily, scratched her hair, and then looked at the wall clock for the N+1 time. It was still so long before get out of class ended... Sang Wuyan walked out of the office and found that the sound of the piano was coming from the opposite piano room, and the door was ajar and not closed tightly, so only a small sound leaked out. She was afraid that there were children attending class inside, so she went to the crack of the door and peeped quietly.As a result, it was different from what she had imagined, and there was only one person sitting. And that person is the figure that has been lingering in Sang Wuyan's mind all the time recently - Su Nianqin. He presses the keys with his left hand, and writes something on a small board with a pen in his right hand.That kind of small board is also available in Director Wang's office, it's a braille board.He frowned, memorizing Braille while pressing the keys.Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be preparing lessons or something, and he was probably thinking hard about how to teach those children.However, it seems to be stumped again. Su Nianqin pressed two notes, wrote down something, then went to touch the keys again, suddenly felt something was wrong, and couldn't help shaking her head.Sang Wuyan saw that he had tossed and tossed so many times, so he was able to understand how the annoying sound of the piano came about. I saw that his good temper seemed to have been exhausted, and his hand writing Braille became more and more impatient, and his strokes became heavier and heavier, until every stroke was almost ruthlessly poked on it. For the last time, Su Nianqin finally broke out, and directly slapped the drill bit hard on the braille board, making a "pa——" sound. Sang Wuyan couldn't help being taken aback, and immediately knew that this person had a very bad temper, and he could compete with himself alone.She immediately wanted to get out of the way, lest he find out that she was actually peeping here, and be boiled as the fish by the city gate. but…… She wants to stay here too. At this moment, Su Nianqin stretched out her left index finger and slid heavily across the keys, from right to left, and then from left to right.After tossing the piano back and forth two or three times with his eyes closed, his fingers have softened from the original stiffness when he was angry, and his expression has eased a little. After he sighed deeply, he put his hands flat on the keys, paused for a while, and then skillfully played a piece of music.The piece was unusually low and slow, with a touch of Chinese style, and it was played by him skillfully on the piano at this time, which had a special flavor. It's a very nice song, it might be even better if you fill in the right words, when Sang Wuyan was thinking this way, a gust of wind suddenly poured into the corridor, and suddenly the door of the piano room was blown a little. The hinge of the door was a bit old, and there was a "squeak -" sound. Sang Wuyan was afraid that he would notice the noise, so he hurriedly pulled the door to stop it from shaking.Unexpectedly, Su Nianqin had already heard the sound, so the sound of the piano froze, and she turned her head to Sang Wuyan.He fixed his face slightly towards Sang Wuyan, then turned his head sideways. Sang Wuyan suddenly felt annoyed, it was such a common thing for the wind to blow the door, but he added a superfluous one.She quickly held her breath and stopped all movements.In the meantime, I could only vaguely hear the children at the other end of the corridor still reciting "Recalling Jiangnan". Other than that, there was the sound of the wind—the sound of the late autumn wind blowing through the exhausted sycamore leaves downstairs, and the cold wind blowing. The sound of rushing into the corridor. After a while, Su Nianqin said lightly, "Who's there?" This question caught Sang Wuyan a little unprepared, so he subconsciously replied, "It's me." It was originally an answer most frequently used by hundreds of millions of Chinese, but Su Nianqin frowned: "You are Sang..." He paused for a while, and Sang Wuyan hastily and joyfully answered, "Wuyan, Sang Wuyan." "What are you doing here?" Su Nianqin asked again slowly. After finding that his expression was much clearer than when he lost his temper just now, Sang Wuyan straightened his back: "I heard a nice song in the opposite office, so I came over to have a look." "Then I'm done playing now," he said. "Huh?" She didn't quite understand what he meant for a while. "You can go." After he finished speaking, he turned his face away and picked up the pen again. Sang Wuyan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed by this straightforward chasing away, so he froze in place.Unexpectedly, Su Nianqin didn't give her a chance to think at all, and added another sentence without raising her head: "Please bring it to the door." Sang Wuyan closed the door dully, turned around, and walked back to the office, a series of actions were completed in such a strange way.It wasn't until half a minute later that the bell rang for the end of get out of class that she came back to her senses, and immediately became anxious: "What are you dragging!" After saying this, she raised her foot and kicked the wicker chair in front of her fiercely to vent her anger. As Christmas approaches, the radio station will do a rebroadcast of classic program highlights of the year.In the editing room, Sang Wuyan overheard the interview Nie Xi had with Yijin a few months ago. She pretended to be selfish and listened to it with headphones. "No, there are few simple strokes." When Sang Wuyan heard this sentence, he was secretly amused for a while. After finishing the work, I walked from the building of the radio station to the street, and met a couple of couples who were preparing for Christmas.Sang Wuyan suddenly thought of Wei Hao and Xu Qian.In fact, in her heart, she was far less careless than she appeared on the surface. Because the graduation thesis was ahead of time, Sang Wuyan went to the school for the deaf and dumb to take up his post ahead of time.She was in school, because she was not familiar with the business, she practiced with a teacher surnamed Li. Sometimes, when Ms. Li had a meeting or repeated lessons in parallel classes, she would just sit at her desk and review English. On a rainy day, I saw Su Nianqin appearing again. It rarely snows in winter in City A, but it often rains, sometimes without clearing up for three or four days.Her mood is almost linked to the weather, so she can't cheer up all the time.Just when she was staring out the window in a daze, she saw Su Nianqin and a young woman holding an umbrella coming from a distance. It's still raining.He held the umbrella in one hand, and held the folded cane in the other hand.The lady next to him gently held his umbrella arm, and with her guidance, he walked slowly towards the teaching building through the path beside the playground. In addition to her in the office, there are two other teachers correcting homework at their desks.Sang Wuyan glanced at them, pretending to want to breathe, pushed open the window and stretched his neck, just to see clearly the actions of the couple in the rain.The two of them acted very intimately, but there was nothing superfluous. When they walked downstairs, they didn't let Sang Wuyan see any gossip.After waiting for a while, the woman held up another umbrella and walked into the rain, leaving him alone. Knowing that he was going to come up soon, Sang Wuyan immediately closed the window, went to the front of Teacher Li's desk and sat down, and found an educational publication in his hand, pretending to be reading it.Teacher Wu, who teaches music, raised his head and glanced at Sang Wuyan. After his eyes fell on the magazine in her hand, he became strange. Only then did Sang Wuyan realize that he had held the book upside down.So, he gave Teacher Wu a silly smile, and then hurriedly changed back. Then, she glanced at the door from time to time, and then at the book in her hand. He walked really slowly, it took a few minutes to come up, and the sound 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 her desk with her blind cane.He put down his blind stick, but the umbrella in his other hand made him in a dilemma. The umbrella is still dripping water. If it is hung like this, it may stain the ground.If it is opened, there will be too many people after class, which will hinder others.He is not very familiar with this office, and he doesn't know where else to put it.And he was obviously more reluctant to ask others for help. The two teachers obviously didn't notice his emotions, but Sang Wuyan did. Sang Wuyan walked over: "Teacher 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 whom he scolded last time. Sang Wuyan reached out to take the umbrella in his hand, but he didn't expect him to let go at all.But she said all the words, and she was still in front of other people, so she couldn't let her go, and she couldn't take it away. The two were deadlocked for three seconds before 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 with other people's business.How wise those two teachers are, they probably knew that he was a shiny iron nail that could kill someone in an instant, so they simply didn't provoke him. The moment the get out of class bell rang, there was the sound of children playing in the corridor, and the flow of people was about to flock here.Sang Wuyan thought silently in his heart: Count to three, if he still behaves like this, I will turn around and leave. After she silently counted to two, Su Nianqin suddenly let go of the umbrella and said lightly, "I'm sorry." The word "trouble" made Sang Wuyan open his mouth in surprise, and replied gruffly, "It's all right." It wasn't until she got back to her seat that she realized that maybe this person had a thin face besides being bad-tempered.It would be embarrassing indeed if people saw him arguing with a little girl. Teacher Li walked into the office after class, and Sang Wuyan hurriedly got up to greet her.But I didn't want to, Teacher Li said to Su Nianqin: "Mr. Su, I'm sorry, I want to take up some time for your Braille class next session. The school just issued a notice to tell the students about the New Year's Day holiday. It's no problem." Bar?" Teacher Li has always been known for his kindness in the school.Although Su Nianqin wore a quilt all over the city and braved the rain to attend this class, she didn't have any objections, she nodded and said, "No problem." Teacher Li got the answer, and didn't stay for a moment. He picked up his bag and walked out of the door. After walking halfway, he turned back and said to Sang Wuyan, "Xiao Sang, there is nothing here. If you have other things, you can go first." gone." "En." Sang Wuyan said. But she didn't intend to leave at all, and there were no classes in school.Because of the internship, the radio station also asked for leave.If I go back now, I will stay at home alone, so quiet that it is not as lively as the school. Sang Wuyan waited for the class bell to ring, then returned to her seat. Su Nianqin's desk was next to Teacher Li's, facing each other.Therefore, now the two happened to be face to face. Sang Wuyan started lying on the table again, in a daze.And Su Nianqin methodically took out a Braille book from the drawer, turned to the page with the bookmark, and began to read.His hands are flat on top and move rhythmically from left to right. This is the fourth class. The two teachers just now have gone to class, and the teachers who have no class have all gone home.They were the only ones left in the office.Su Nianqin didn't leave because Mr. Li said just now that he would take up a while, but didn't say that he would use the whole class, so if she finished the lecture early, he would still go to class. The rain outside the window gradually became heavier, hitting the glass with a ticking sound. Sang Wuyan looked for books from Teacher Wu's desk next to him when he had nothing to do.Mr. Wu teaches Chinese, and only presents reference materials for this language.The crease is Liu Yuxi's "Wow Clothes Lane". Sang Wuyan has been interested in poetry since he was a child.In the past, Wei Hao's house always played a recitation tape of 300 Tang poems, but she could recite all of them in the next door, but Wei Hao couldn't. She also knows this song "Wild Clothes Lane", but she can't remember it exactly, so she can't help reading it silently: "Wild grass and flowers beside the Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset is slanting at the entrance of Bird Clothes Lane. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into Ordinary people's house." Because I studied science in high school and studied in the Department of Educational Psychology in college, I haven’t come into contact with this kind of ancient poems for many years. When I suddenly remembered some things in the past, I couldn’t help but feel a little emotional, so I couldn’t help repeating them again. Her voice in reading poems is so low that she is almost talking to herself, and if she is a few steps away, she can't hear her at all.However, Su Nianqin, who was sitting opposite her, listened clearly.When she read the place "the setting sun is slanting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley", Su Nianqin finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "This word is Nianxia." "Ah? What?" Sang Wuyan was puzzled. "Sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane." "Obviously the setting sun is slanting." Sang Wuyan frowned, ready to hand the book in front of him and let him see it with his own eyes. The word "slanting" was clearly written on the book, but he quietly retracted it in mid-air. "I know it's oblique, but in this poem it should be pronounced xia three times." Su Nianqin said lightly. He has always been a person who is worse than one thing less than more things, so many words to correct Sang Wuyan, it can be seen how helpless he felt when he heard her repeating this obliquely in his ear. "Eh?" Sang Wuyan was embarrassed, "Really?" I am not good at learning, so I am ashamed and thrown to my grandma's house.She bit her lip and decided to win the round. "I went to this place called Bird Clothes Lane when I was a sophomore in college." As she spoke, she glanced at Su Nianqin, and found that his reading of Braille was much slower than before, maybe he was listening to her talk.So, she hurriedly searched for interesting things related to Bird Clothes Lane in her memory. "After listening to the tour guide, I realized that Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi are one of the Wang Xie in Wuyi Lane. And that Wang Xianzhi is so flirtatious that he even made some allusion about ferrying." Su Nianqin added: "It's called Taoyedu." I don't know if it was because he was in a particularly good mood today, or because he was really interested in what Sang Wuyan said, but for the first time, Su Nianqin spoke to her in a normal person's spoken language. Sang Wuyan chuckled. However, Su Nianqin's hand completely stopped between the Braille, she raised her head, her gaze fell elsewhere, she was lost in thought, and she was a little lost in thought.After a while, he turned his attention back to the book. The atmosphere returned to a state of silence, as if the conversations just now had never happened at all.It was almost twelve o'clock, in order to avoid the rush hour, Sang Wuyan decided to pack up his things and retreat first, went downstairs, looked at the sky, thought for a while and went back to the office on the second floor. She walked to the small bucket in front of the window, picked up Su Nianqin's umbrella, and put it in his hand: "Don't forget to bring your umbrella, it's still raining." She put the things away for him. If she didn't send them back, he would definitely not be able to find them. In less than a week at school, Sang Wuyan became an acquaintance with Teacher Xiao Wang who was assigned just last year. "He is not our teacher here." Xiao Wang said when talking about Su Nianqin. "No?" "Ms. Zheng, who taught Braille, gave birth to a child and went on maternity leave. Teacher Xu retired. The school originally wanted to rehire her, but she had to go out to take care of her grandson, so there was no teacher. Then, Principal Pei and Teacher Su knew each other very well, so he just let him Come to take over as a substitute, it looks like it will take more than half a year." "Then what does he do? Not teaching somewhere else?" "I don't know." Xiao Wang shook his head, "He never chatted with us either." "Oh." "But his eyes are like this, what can he do?" Xiao Wang asked back. Sang Wuyan shrugged, turning the ballpoint pen in his hand once and for all, his thoughts wandering elsewhere. When she was in elementary school, she was not tall, and she was always the last one in the first row every semester.Whether doing radio gymnastics or physical education class, Huang Xiaoyan is always standing next to her.The two little men looked energetic when they got together.It just so happened that Huang Xiaoyan and her family were close, and they had always made appointments to go home together, so they were almost inseparable in the later years of elementary school. One year, she and Huang Xiaoyan would meet a blind brother at the station every time they went home.Although blind in both eyes, it did not affect his attitude towards life at all.Because of his good looks and his amiable expression, from time to time people waiting for the bus would come to strike up a conversation, care about what he ordered, or help him a little, including Huang Xiaoyan. Unlike her, Huang Xiaoyan is a standard self-acquaintance, able to chat with anyone.Within a few days, you can talk very intimately. In fact, Sang Wuyan has always wanted to ask him: "If you are born blind, if someone says blue or red, do you know what it looks like?" She has learned about red-green color blindness in biology class, and she knows that there are human-like blindness. Can't tell red from green, they look the same. Since then, she has been curious about how people who are completely blind can experience colors. But Sang Wuyan never dared.From the beginning to the end, Sang Wuyan never spoke to him. When she was a child, Sang Wuyan's personality was a little different from what she is now. She was laughing and laughing at home and was not afraid of anyone, but when she went out, she became listless.As long as the uncles, aunts or classmates or teachers outside ask her something suddenly when she is not mentally prepared, her heart will be racing, and then she will start to stutter. In the words of Sang's mother, she is not generous and decent at all, and her mouth is not sweet.All in all, unattractive. Huang Xiaoyan, who is in the sixth grade, already has her own set of love philosophies - if you like something, you must bravely fight for it.At that time, it was not uncommon for the class to fall in love. Everyone was ignorant, and if a certain girl and boy played together after class, rumors would often spread. Sang Wuyan was more introverted, but he didn't stay still.She could see that Huang Xiaoyan had other thoughts about that blind brother. Later, Huang Xiaoyan wanted to go back to junior high school for her children in the factory where her father worked.The children's school was a little far from the urban area, and Huang Xiaoyan could no longer drag her by that station.Only occasionally, Sang Wuyan could still meet that blind elder brother, with the same smile still hanging on his face all year round. After Sang Wuyan arrived at the new school, Sang's mother listened to her talking about Huang Xiaoyan from time to time. It was nothing more than their group sweeping the floor, and a certain boy didn't sweep the floor, which caused each of them to share a lot, and they didn't dare to tell the teacher. . "If Xiaoyan was here, it would be absolutely impossible to just let it go." Sang Wuyan said shyly. "Then you go tell the teacher." Sang's mother said. "Me? I'm not going." Or she was accepting math homework again, and a certain classmate didn't hand it in, so she reported the name to the teacher, and as a result, this classmate didn't give Sang Wuyan a good look for a week. "If Xiaoyan was here, she would definitely vent her anger on me." Sang Wuyan began to chatter to himself again. However, gradually, Sang Wuyan mentioned Huang Xiaoyan less and less often.The two schools were far apart. At that time, there were not many people using the phone, less contacts, and fewer meetings. The friendship that had accumulated for six years seemed to be gradually diluting with the passage of time.In the end, Sang Wuyan forgot to ask her mother for pocket money in advance every year before June to prepare a birthday present for Huang Xiaoyan. Until one day, Sang Wuyan went shopping for shoes with her 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 it took a long time to see Sang Wuyan to recover and smile.Probably only thought the face was familiar, but forgot what Sang Wuyan's name was. "Aunt Li, I'm Sang Wuyan, Xiaoyan's elementary school classmate." "Oh, it's so high all of a sudden." Mama Huang nodded and smiled at Mama Sang again. Parents are generally like this, always feel that their own children are difficult to bring up, while other people's children grow up quickly. "How is Xiaoyan, I haven't seen her for a long time." Sang Wuyan asked again. It's okay not to ask, but when I asked, Mama Huang didn't answer for a long time, but her eyes turned red first. "Xiaoyan..." She turned her face away, "Xiaoyan is sick." As soon as she finished speaking, tears rolled out. Huang Xiaoyan's disease is brain cancer. It was discovered three weeks ago and has been sent to Beijing for treatment.This time when Mother Huang came back, she was borrowing money from everywhere. After the breakup, Sang Wuyan walked for several meters, and couldn't help but turn around again. Seeing Mama Huang hurrying through the crowd, she couldn't tell which figure was behind. In the past, Xiaoyan liked to say: "My brain hurts." When Sang Wuyan was crying unreasonably at home, she would often hear her mother complaining to her father: "Your daughter is really making my brain hurt." So she doesn't know what this brain pain feels like, and she can't fully understand it. Understand what brain cancer is. However, children in their teens know that cancer is a terminal disease that will kill people. She was very depressed when she got home, and the adults called for dinner several times, but they didn't hear her.In the end, Papa Sang carried her out and sat at the dining table only to find that Sang Wuyan was already in tears. The two adults couldn't help but look at each other, and then sighed together. On the second weekend, Sang's father accompanied Sang Wuyan to Huang Xiaoyan's house, just as her grandma was cooking.After receiving his father's signal, Sang Wuyan gave the kraft paper envelope in his hand to Grandma Huang, exchanged a few pleasantries and left. There are five hundred dollars in the envelope. At that time, 500 yuan was already a lot of money for the Sang family, who had an elderly person paralyzed for a long time in the intensive care unit.However, afterward, whenever Sang Wuyan thinks about it, he feels that it is too little, too little... A year later, Huang Xiaoyan returned to City B after finishing her treatment.Sang Wuyan was overjoyed all by himself, but everyone knew that surgery could not save 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.Huang's house is on the seventh floor of a street-facing building 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 fire. The stove was extinguished at noon, and it hasn't been lit yet. The whole corridor is full of choking soot. Huang Xiaoyan fanned the flames with one hand, covered her nose with the other, and burst into tears. "Xiaoyan!" Sang Wuyan called out. When Huang Xiaoyan heard the sound, she turned around and saw that it was Sang Wuyan, so she smiled. At the same time, a middle-aged man inside also poked his head out, holding a baby carefully in his hands.这个中年男人，桑无焉见过，是黄小燕的爸爸，至于那个婴儿，她却不认识。 “这是我妹妹，才两个月呢。”黄小燕笑笑。 桑无焉瞪大眼睛，问：“亲的？”她知道黄爸爸是厂矿的工人，超生是要丢工作的。 “当然是亲的了，难道我俩长得不像？”黄小燕说。 桑无焉在黄家吃过饭留到很晚，直到父母来接，才依依不舍地离开。走到楼下的时候，桑妈妈突然说：“这当父母的也太过分了，孩子还没咋样呢，二胎都生出来了。” 桑爸爸瞅了瞅孩子，再向妻子使了个脸色，示意她不要说下去。 可是就是这么一句话，和刚才在楼道里那张不小心沾了点煤灰，瘦得只剩下皮的笑脸，一起烙在了桑无焉的记忆里。 数月后的某一天，桑无焉在家接到了黄小燕去世的消息。 也是在这样阴雨绵绵的天气里。