Chapter 3.3 Braille Teacher (1)

In the second week, Sang Wuyan helped a student hand in the form and went to the elementary school again. When she first arrived at the office of Director Wang of the Academic Affairs Office, he happened to be going to class.

“Xiao Sang, wait a while, I’ll come after class,” the director ordered.

“Hey, it’s okay, you get busy with your own things, I’m not in a hurry.”

As soon as Director Wang walked away, the bell rang after class. Sang Wuyan glanced around the office, found a stack of newspapers, and then sat down on a wicker chair.

The teaching building was an old-fashioned four-story building. The aisles on each floor were sandwiched between the middle of the classrooms on both sides, so it appeared that the corridors were particularly long and narrow and easy to have echoes. Under normal circumstances, when most classrooms were having class, they would cover their doors to avoid crosstalk.

Director Wang’s office was at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, far from the classroom, so it seemed a little quiet.

The thick pile of newspapers was nothing more than party newspapers. There was no lace, no gossip, and no gimmicks. So Sang Wuyan read it in a few minutes, and after reading it, she felt that the remaining time was very boring.

She raised her eyes to look at the wall clock on the wall. It was only seven or eight minutes, so she put her chin on the desk in frustration, lethargic. She could faintly hear the sound of children reading, she leaned on the table and closed her eyes.

What was being read aloud?

It seems to be Liu Yuxi’s “Wuyi Lane”, “Weeds and flowers by the Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun was slanting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. In the old days, Wang Xietang’s swallows flew into the homes of ordinary people.”

Suddenly, the sound of the piano intervened in the sound of reading.

Although Sang Wuyan was tone deaf, she also knew that this song was “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”. After a few simple notes were easily passed through once, the second time became intermittent tones, and they went back and forth, over and over again. It’s fine just once, but she actually heard the person play this way three or four times, and the person playing the piano didn’t mean to stop at all.

She stood up a little bit angry, grabbed her hair, and then looked at the wall clock for the N+1th time. There was still such a long time before Director Wang got out of class…

Sang Wuyan walked out of the office and found that the piano sound was coming from the piano room opposite, and the door was open and not closed, so a small sound leaked out.

She was afraid that there would be children in class, so she walked outside the door and probed quietly. The result was different from what she had imagined. There was only one person sitting inside.

And that person was exactly the figure that had been dangling in Sang Wuyan’s mind recently-Su Nianqin.

He pressed the keys in his left hand, and wrote things on a small board with a pen in his right hand. That kind of small board was also available in Director Wang’s office. It was a Braille board. He frowned and memorized braille while pressing the keys. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be preparing lessons, and he was probably thinking about how to teach those children.

However, he seemed to be stumped again.

Su Nianqin pressed two notes, took notes, and then touched the keys of the piano again. He suddenly felt something was wrong and couldn’t help shaking his head. Sang Wuyan saw him tossing like this several times, so she was able to understand how the annoying piano sound came from.

She saw that his good temper seemed to have been exhausted, his hand that wrote braille became more and more impatient, and his hand was heavier and heavier. Afterwards, every pen was almost pierced hard.

For the last time, Su Nianqin finally broke out and directly slapped the drill pen on the braille board with a “pop”.

Sang Wuyan couldn’t help being taken aback, and suddenly knew that this man had a very bad temper, and he could actually be so vigorous towards himself. Suddenly she wanted to escape, before he found out that she was peeping here, and she would be boiled like the fish next to the city gate.

But……

She wanted to stay here too.

At this moment, Su Nianqin stretched out his left index finger and slid heavily across the keyboard, 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 in this way, his fingers had become soft from the original stiffness when he was angry, and his expression had eased slightly.

After he sighed deeply, he put his hands flat on the keys, paused slightly, and then skillfully played a piece of music. The piece was unusually low and slow, with a hint of Chinese style, and it was played by him skillfully on the piano at this time.

It was a nice song. It might be even better if you filled in the right words. When Sang Wuyan was thinking this way, a gust of wind poured into the corridor and suddenly the door of the piano room was blown slightly.

The door hinge was a bit old, and it made a creak.

Sang Wuyan was afraid that he would notice the noise, so she hurriedly closed the door so that it would stop shaking. Unexpectedly, Su Nianqin had heard the sound, so the piano sound stagnated, and turned his head to Sang Wuyan’s side. His face was slightly fixed towards Sang Wuyan, and then he tilted his head.

Sang Wuyan felt annoyed at once, the wind blowing the door was a common thing, but he was superfluous. She quickly held her breath and stopped all movements.

In the meantime, she could only faintly hear the children on the other side of the corridor still reading “Wuyi Lane”, other than that was the sound of the wind-the rustling sound of the autumn wind blowing through the withered Chinese parasol tree leaves downstairs. There was also the sound of cold wind squeezing into the aisle

After a while, Su Nianqin said lightly: “Who is there?”

Sang Wuyan was caught off guard by this sentence, and then subconsciously replied, “It’s me.”

It was originally the answer most frequently used by hundreds of millions of Chinese, but Su Nianqin seemed to be impressed by her voice, frowned and said, “You are Sang…”

He paused for a while, and Sang Wuyan hurriedly rejoiced and said, “Wuyan, Sang Wuyan.”

“What are you doing here?” Su Nianqin asked again slowly.

After discovering that his expression was much clearer than when he lost his temper alone, Sang Wuyan straightened her back: “I heard a good song in the opposite office, so I came over and took a look.”

“Then I have finished playing now.” He said.

“Huh?” She didn’t quite understand what he meant for a while.

“Then you can go.” After he finished speaking, he looked away and picked up the pen again.

Sang Wuyan was stunned, facing such a straightforward chase was a bit embarrassing, so she stayed there. Unexpectedly, Su Nianqin would not give her a chance to think, and added another sentence without lifting his head: “Please close the door when you leave.”

Sang Wuyan closed the door dumbly, turned around, and walked back to the office, and completed a series of actions so awkwardly. It wasn’t until the get out of class bell rang half a minute later that she recovered, and she was suddenly anxious: “Why was he so self satisfied!” She also lifted her foot and kicked Director Wang’s stool to vent her anger.