It Seems I Love You Very Much Chapter 5: The child’s father (1)

(1)

In the blink of an eye, it's winter vacation, and Sang Wuyan returns to his hometown in City B after the graduate exam.

"How did you do in the test?" Mama Sang always asked this question.

"I don't know. I really don't know."

"What do you mean by not knowing?"

"I'm not a marking teacher, how do I know."

"Then I'm sure I won't do well in the test."

"Well, even if it is." She came to block, and water came to cover.

It's true that she didn't do well in the exam, and she didn't take the last class at all. I don't know why, but suddenly I feel boring to study and don't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination. Moreover, she didn't review much at all, her professional courses were fine, but she couldn't get through the English one.

After repeating this type of conversation between the mother and daughter several times, the matter was finally dropped.

New Year's program is nothing more than watching TV at home, going out to meet classmates, or visiting relatives with my parents, and strolling around in my spare time.

On the third day of the first lunar month, she received a call saying that many of her junior high school classmates had come back and came out to gather at night.

"Xu Qian is here too, aren't you two the best before?" the monitor encouraged and encouraged.

"Forget it."

"Come on, we'll be waiting for you."

The content of the reunion is the same: meals, K songs, everyone chats about the past and then the current situation, and some sweet ones also bring their family members.

Sang Wuyan got off the bus and turned into a small supermarket in front of the hot pot restaurant to buy chewing gum. When he came out, he peeled off the outer packaging of the chewing gum and walked forward. Within a few steps, he saw two people also preparing Enter the hot pot restaurant.

The two are Wei Hao and Xu Qian.

Wei Hao was stunned when he saw Sang Wuyan.

"Nothing..." he said.

Sang Wuyan made up his mind, ready to turn around and leave.

"Sang Wuyan!" Xu Qian shouted, stopped Sang Wuyan, and then stepped forward aggressively, "What are you hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything. You didn't drive this road. It's my business to go forward and backward." Sang Wuyan said.

Wei Hao was caught in the middle, not knowing what to do.

"Don't always act like Wei Hao and I are sorry for you," Xu Qian said, "You know, between the three of us, you are the third party."

It seems that this class reunion should not have come in the first place.

Sang Wuyan sneered, took a few steps back, turned around and left.

If she just came out of the house and returned in half an hour, my mother would definitely question her. So she found a snack bar to spend time.

This time is the peak time for eating, and the business of this store is already good, and the customers are crowded on the third floor and the third floor. Sang Wuyan finally squeezed in and ordered a bowl of noodles.

The radio was playing loudly in the store again, which happened to be broadcasting traffic information at this time. If a few acquaintances were eating and chatting, they had to shout it out so that the other party could hear it.

Halfway through the meal, a song was played on the radio. Although she couldn't tell the difference in this noisy place, she had heard the song. To be precise, it was the piano piece that Su Nianqun played in the piano room. Although it was replaced by other instruments at the moment, and there were more lyrics for people to sing, she remembered it.

I was so impressed.

She has always admired people who can play musical instruments, let alone a blind man who can play the piano so skillfully. If it was only a little Chinese at the time, the original song released on the radio today is simply a song with a strong classical style.

"What the audience and friends heard just now is Xu Guannao's latest single "Liang Jianyan"," the host said.

After a full meal, Sang Wuyan put his hands in his down jacket and walked around the video store for a long time without finding the CD.

The little girl in the shop eagerly came to ask.

"I want to find Xu Guannao's songs."

"It's all in this row." The little girl showed her.

"No, it's the latest one."

"You mean "Liang Jianyan"?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Sang Wuyan said.

"It doesn't seem to be on the market yet. Many people have come to ask these days." The little girl laughed.

"Oh." Sang Wuyan was lost.

"However," Sang Wuyan was about to leave the store when the younger sister said behind her, "However, elder sister, you can search online."

On the Internet?

As soon as she entered the door with her forefoot, Mama Sang asked, "Why did you come back so early?"

"If it's not fun, let's go first."

"Wei Hao called you just now and said that if you called him back, he would come to you."

"In the future, he calls and says I'm not there."

"Why do you treat people like this."

"Why did I treat him?" Sang Wuyan raised his voice.

"Is this the tone of your conversation with the adults?" Sang's mother was angry, "Don't bother us, you can't understand everything. When someone calls you, it's basically a matter of replying a letter. Don't say that you two have grown up together. Don't think we don't know about some things, Wei Hao is okay with you..."

"Mom! Please, stop talking." She said begging, but she looked impatient.

"And this has nothing to do with you." Sang Wuyan added.

Sang's mother is even more annoyed: "Old Sang, look at your daughter, what you say has nothing to do with me, what are these words, I have raised her for more than 20 years, and I am irritated by saying a few words about her. "

Both mother and daughter are impatient.

Sang's father never intervened in the war, hehe smiled, it was a matter.

Just as the dispute was heating up, the doorbell rang.

It was Wei Hao who rang the doorbell.

Sang's father and Wei Hao's father teach in the same university, and both live in the professor's building of the school, upstairs and downstairs, so it is very easy to visit.

Papa Sang opened the door and greeted Wei Hao as if he was okay. Standing at the door, Wei Hao seemed to smell the smell of gunpowder at home, so he was in a dilemma.

Mama Sang's face changed faster than a chameleon: "Xiaohao, aren't you looking for Wuyan? No, just came back."

Sang Wuyan had no choice but to eat this set, and turned around and entered the house.

Sang's mother said in a friendly manner: "Old Sang and I were talking about going out to the supermarket to buy something, you young people to chat." Pulled Sang's father to change his clothes and went out.

Sang Wuyan stayed in the bedroom with the door closed. After waiting for a long time, he couldn't hold back and wanted to go to the toilet, but he didn't know if the person outside was still there. She put it on the door and listened for a long time, and found that there was no movement outside.

Physical instinct broke through reason, she resolutely opened the door, looked around, there was no one, and after walking a few steps, she suddenly found Wei Hao sitting on the sofa.

He looks at her.

She also stared at him, then saw him get up and slowly approach.

"Just now Qian Qian said that a friend had a dinner date and asked me to take her there. I didn't know it was your junior high school reunion..."

"Am I a third party?" Sang Wuyan interrupted him suddenly.

"Don't listen to her."

"Am I a third party, Wei Hao?" Sang Wuyan looked at him intently and asked again.

Wei Hao did not speak.

Seeing his noncommittal attitude, Sang Wuyan hummed, turned around and slammed the door and left.

(2)

It was very refreshing when walking. Sang Wuyan completely forgot that his physical desires needed to be vented urgently. Now that he was on the road, he began to feel anxious.

She found a KFC, quickly resolved her internal urgency, and began to wonder. She couldn't go home for the time being. In case Wei Hao hasn't left yet, or her mother is going to continue fighting with her, no matter what the situation is, it's a good idea to go back by herself. Cast yourself into the net.

Internal and external difficulties.

She had to go to another classmate's house. This classmate's name is Wen Yao, and she came to Sang's house a few days ago to play. Fortunately, Wen Yao was the only one in the Wen family at the moment. Seeing Wen Yao surfing the Internet, Sang Wuyan had an idea and said, "You can search for songs on the Internet, and you can help me find songs."

Two people lie in front of the computer and type in the words "Liang Jianyan".

There are quite a lot of results, but Sang Wuyan went in to try it out one by one, and none of them were complete, but only half a paragraph.

The tune came out of the computer speakers, and although it was only halfway through, it didn't make it any less pleasant.

"It sounds good." Wen Yao praised.

Sang Wuyan sighed, it was really nice, but it was far from the feeling that Su Nianqun popped it out with his own hands that day.

Wen Yao didn't know why, thought she was lost because she didn't find the whole song, and was trying to comfort her, but she saw a name on the lyrics and murmured: "It was written by Yi Jin again."

Sang Wuyan glanced at the screen after hearing the words.

Although there is only half of the song, the lyrics are full and posted on the blog by a netizen.

"Liang Jianyan"

Outside the window, swallows flutter, and when two or two are flying, the green water is among the houses.

In the old days, Wang Xie, ordinary alleys, were all hometowns.

Liang Jianyan, steal your eyes first,

Someone is mourning the evening,

Listen to the wind, listen to the rain, and listen to the lingering.

The peach leaves are the peach leaves, and the spring breeze is boundless.

The children of the Wang family went to the ferry,

A peach leaf smiles and speaks attentively.

Two pleasures, I am proud of myself,

But there is no bitterness, the slightest sweetness.

Delay.

Thousands of years later, there will be Wuyi Lane, Taoye Ferry, and Liangjianyan.

Merry.

There are clouds and smoke on the paper, there are poems, there are paintings, and there are hearts.

Lambly.

Every year here, there are tiles on the roof, nests under the eaves, new mud and old titles.

Only under this window, independent for a long time,

Listen to the Yan language and be charming.

After Tao Yan, it's Willow and Yan Yan again.

After dusk, it is morning again, every day.

After early spring, it is late autumn again, every year.

Yingying Yanyan, Yuyu Yanyan,

The circle is round and round.

Brightly and quietly, my heart is thinking,

Diligence and diligence.

The more I read it, the more I feel a bit of a coincidence. This lyric happens to be the story about Wang Xianzhi that I told Su Nianqun last time, and it also happens to be about Wuyi Lane and Taoyedu.

"Who did you say wrote it?" Sang Wuyan asked.

"One day." Wen Yao pointed to the top right of the screen.

Sang Wuyan suddenly straightened up and began to have a guess. Immediately, he denied it again: impossible, too... incredible.

Arriving downstairs at 11 o'clock in the evening, Sang Wuyan saw that the lights in the house were all turned off, so he entered the house with peace of mind.

She turned on the lamp and sat at the desk earnestly, using the logical analysis ability of a science student to write down the similarities between Su Nianqun and Yijin on a piece of paper:

First, the day she was interviewed by Nie Xi, she met Su Nianqun on the radio.

She nodded and drew a hook behind this one.

Second, it was this new song, which she heard Su Nianqun play last time.

She nodded again and drew another hook.

Third...Third...

It seems that there will be no third...

It's only two points that doesn't seem to explain the problem, Sang Wuyan bit the pen and added another one.

Third, Yijin and Su Nianqun both live in City A.

No, Sang Wuyan shook his head and drew a cross. There are many people living in City A, and she is one of them.

Nowadays, there is something that can identify whether Su Nianqin is Yijin or not. It is the recording of Nie Xi's interview with Yijin. After so many contacts, she should be able to recognize Su Nianqin's voice completely.

Thinking about this, my mood became clearer.

For several days, the mother and daughter did not reconcile, and the mother still pulled her face.

Look up but not look down, so she simply doesn't go out. So as not to meet Xu Qian and Wei Hao, and let people point their noses and say that she is a third party.

What is internal and external trouble? This is a living example.

After the seventh day of the first lunar month, many students went back to school because of their busy work. Sang Wuyan took the opportunity to find an excuse to go back to City A, otherwise he would get sick at home sooner or later.

As soon as she arrived at school, she regretted it.

This year, the Chinese New Year is relatively late. The campus is full of pairs, and they are all looking for excuses to come to school in advance to meet Valentine's Day.

Cheng Yin never left, and she didn't know where she got a computer. Sang Wuyan had nothing to do all day, so he simply applied for a QQ account, added all the QQ numbers left by his former acquaintances, and started chatting.

Although she is unfamiliar with the Internet, she is not slow to type, and she has learned it. After three or two strokes, she understood the essence of Tencent and began to chat freely with many people. Even when I eat, I hang on QQ and take a look from time to time.

"You're crazy." Cheng Yin said.

"You can't live without being mad."

In the evening, Mr. Li left a message on the Internet: "Mr. Sang, please do something for you."

It turned out that there was a child named Su Xiaowei in the blind class who was an orphan and lived in a child welfare home in City A. Tomorrow happens to be her birthday. Last year, Mr. Li promised her to give her a birthday cake with fruit on her birthday, but Mr. Li happened to be back home. So I wanted to ask Sang Wuyan to go there on her behalf.

Sang Wuyan replied cheerfully: "No problem."

The task of her internship was originally to follow Teacher Li and be the deputy head teacher of their class, but now she finally has a task.

Before leaving, Sang Wuyan said boldly: "I am a person who lacks everything except love."

Cheng Yin gave her a white look: "You also lack heart and eye?"

“Bah—”

She didn't know that Xiaowei was originally from this kind of family, but she only felt that Su Nianqin had a special preference for this child in class. Because the two were both surnamed Su, Sang Wuyan initially suspected that they were relatives. Now that I think about it, maybe Su Nianqun knew about Xiaowei's life experience.

Speaking of which, orphanages generally have this habit. Children follow the surname of the teacher who works, and then they will take turns once a year. For example, if the teacher's surname is Wu this year, the children sent this year will all have the surname Wu. Birthdays are similar, and they won't be spent alone, unless the adults have the intention to leave the date of birth when they are abandoned.

When Sang Wuyan brought the fragrant cake to the orphanage to see Xiaowei, she found that Ren Xiaowei and a group of children had already eaten it.

Su Nianqun was sitting on one side.

Aunt Zhang from the welfare home explained with a smile: "Mr. Su, be a little early."

Sang Wuyan came here for the first time, and was always curious. Taking advantage of the children's attention on the second cake, he chatted with Aunt Zhang.

"If the children are young and have no defects, they will usually be adopted within a short period of time with us." Aunt Zhang explained intermittently, "Some are lost. The public security bureau sent two children a few days ago. They were abducted and sold, and they lived with us temporarily without finding their parents. But most of them were abandoned by their parents.”

"Is it because of illness?"

Aunt Zhang nodded: "I was born with a defect, or I originally wanted a boy, but was born a girl and threw it away."

"How can there be such parents in the world!" Sang Wuyan was indignant.

"Actually, some people also have difficulties. They don't have money to treat their children, so they have to throw them to the government. Look at that child." He was holding a young child, who was a little too thin, licking the cream on his lips, laughing.

"When I was one and a half years old, I was thrown at the gate of the county government. I had congenital heart disease. We sent it to Beijing for three operations to save it. It cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. How many families can afford it? It was not delivered at that time, maybe the child would be gone long ago, and the family would have collapsed. Every family has its own difficulties." Aunt Zhang sighed.

While they were talking, Su Nianqun had been standing under the window with a blind cane, his face was dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Did you find your biological parents?"

"Yes, but not many. Most of them are still waiting to be adopted. But everyone can't say that they are selfish. Most of the adopted children are healthy, and most of them are young and don't remember anything. Wei is so invisible, she is ten years old again, and she has little hope. I just hope that I can learn a lot and can support myself when I grow up. If it doesn't work, just stay and help us do things. Look at the biggest one, " Auntie Zhang was talking about the older child who was holding the toddler just now. "The grades are very good. The school teacher told her to go to university. As long as she can pass the test, we will let her continue to study."

After coming out of the orphanage, Sang Wuyan didn't imagine the feeling of satisfaction that filled his whole body after giving love, but it was a little heavy.

She left with Su Nianqun. She looked back at Su Nianqun from the front. He pursed his thin lips, still the same.

"Where are you going, I'll take you." Sang Wuyan asked

"No need." Su Nianqin groped and sat down on the chair by the road.

"Speaking of which, I have something to ask you."

He kept his mouth shut, and Sang Wuyan had no choice but to continue.

"You won't be one today, will you?"

After Sang Wuyan finished speaking, he observed Su Nianqun's expression. He looked as steady as Mount Tai, as if he didn't hear her, and didn't even bother to care about her.

She got angry all of a sudden: "You can say something, even if you don't want to admit it, you can pretend to be. He spoke fast, and spit out a long paragraph.

"You go your way, I'll never hinder you when I sit here. But please don't stand in front of me, and don't always bother me." Su Nianqun was slightly annoyed.

Seeing him angry, Sang Wuyan suddenly became happy: "Mr. Su, what are you talking about, just now I walked in front and you walked behind, now you sit and I stand, even if the chair is You occupy first, but this road is not always built by your family, I can stand anywhere, as long as I am willing, I have the right."

Su Nianqun closed his eyes forbearance. He, a big man, didn't want to attack a little girl in the street.

If Sang Wuyan retreated like this, she would be alive, and she simply sat down next to her. After Su Nianqun noticed it, he moved to the other side, so he couldn't hide from him.

"I'll take it to you."

The man is unresponsive.

"There's no way for you to sit like this. It's getting dark and you want to have dinner. Are you waiting for someone to pick you up?"

The man doesn't speak.

"It's not boring to wait alone, I can talk to you."

The man closed his eyes and remained silent.

"Do you think this is cool?"

Sang Wuyan was talking to himself for a long time, but he didn't say anything at all, so he couldn't help but be very dissatisfied: "Hey—you're talking."

"I seem to have the right not to speak." Su Nianqun opened his mouth leisurely, then closed his mouth again and said no more words.

(3)

Su Nianqin was sitting there waiting for her to leave first, and then she would call someone to pick her up. Unexpectedly, Sang Wuyan would actually spend so much time with him.

Although it doesn't snow in the winter in City A, it's still freezing to stay outside for a long time. The orphanage is not far from Big A. Next to this street is the snack street at the North Gate of Big A. There are a lot of students coming and going. Occasionally, young people of the opposite **** passing by will look back and sit here from time to time. Su Nianqun, look at Sang Wuyan again.

On the evening of Valentine's Day, there are many couples. But the two of them looked like awkward lovers.

Where Sang Wuyan was sitting, he soon felt cold. She took off the gloves, raised her hands, snorted several groups of hot air in a row, rubbed it hard, and then looked at Su Nianqun. He didn't wear gloves, and the hand holding the blind stick had frozen to a purple-blue color, still stubbornly motionless. Sang Wuyan could not help frowning, she had no doubt that he would not admit defeat even if he froze to death here.

"Are you cold?" she asked.

Su Nianqun was silent and changed the blind stick to one hand. If he didn't pay attention to the blind stick, he wouldn't be able to tell that he was blind when he just sat there. He was so beautiful, with his head held up slightly, his expression arrogant, and there was a kind of indifference in his bones.

Sang Wuyan took off the scarf and wanted to wrap his almost frozen hands before leaving, but he was afraid that his kindness would be treated as a donkey's liver. .

While hesitating, she heard someone call her: "Sang Wuyan!"

The enemies met by narrow paths, and it was Xu Qian and Wei Hao who came. After Xu Qian called her, she pulled Wei Hao closer and looked at her with a condescending look.