Chapter 3.1 Braille Teacher (1)

Originally Wednesday morning was the time to record the talk show, but Nie Xi told Sang Wuyan that she was no longer needed and the show was ready.

“Who is being interviewed?” Sang Wuyan asked.

Nie Xi smiled mysteriously: “I’ll keep it a secret for now, you will know during the broadcast at night.”

Sang Wuyan glanced at Nie Xi, who was full of spring breeze. It was rare to see her so happy, which showed that she was not an ordinary person. Sang Wuyan didn’t care about this, so she turned around and forgot.

In response to employment interview questions, the school had opened a series of employment guidance courses since the junior year. In this semester, teachers from the College of Liberal Arts were invited to come to the “Communication and Eloquence”, which happened to be two sessions in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, when she arrived at school, Sang Wuyan saw on the blackboard that the teacher had something to do temporarily, and the talk was changed to the evening.

Although this teacher never mentioned somebody by name, the lectures were extremely interesting, so not many people were absent from class.

For example, he said in a class: “From the perspective of your psychology, people will face three major fears when speaking in interpersonal communication: strangeness, high position and group fear. The degree of this fear varies from person to person. Differences vary from experience to experience, but they are unavoidable. Your job interviews, postgraduate interviews, and civil servant interviews are all occasions where these three fears are integrated. That’s why so many people think this is a huge obstacle.”

A classmate asked below: “Teacher, do you have group fear when facing us?”

The teacher smiled and said, “Yes. For example, now you suddenly stand up and ask questions. Although I didn’t change my expression, I was still shocked. I was afraid that you would ask me some questions that would embarrass me.

After class, Sang Wuyan returned home and suddenly remembered the mysterious interview with Nie Xi that would broadcast tonight. As soon as she turned on the radio, she heard Nie Xi say: “Today, I sincerely thank Mr. Yijin for taking the time to come to our show during his busy schedule.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The answer to Nie Xi was a man’s voice, it was slightly low, with a nice magnetism.

It was Yijin? !

Sang Wuyan stared at Cheng Yin with wide eyes.

“It’s actually Yijin?” Sang Wuyan asked Cheng Yin.

“Yeah.” Cheng Yin said.

“However, it seems that the show is over.” Cheng Yin poured cold water on her.

This was the first time Sang Wuyan had heard direct information about Yijin. Although it was only a faint two words, it came out from the mouth of the talented man, with a strange color.

He said, don’t mention it.

Such a short sentence without before and after made people couldn’t help but have some reveries. Whether such a man was tall or short, fat or thin, introverted or ostentatious… It seemed inconclusive.

Sang Wuyan stared at the radio blankly, and fell asleep with that sound in a strange mood after a long time.

In the afternoon of the next day, she had no classes, and it was not the peak time for commuting, so the number of people on the 101 bus was even more pitiful. Sang Wuyan got into the bus and found a place in the back row by the window to sit down.

The 101 road was a sightseeing bus line in City A. It circulated around various famous scenic spots in the city from the urban area to the scenic area. Locals don’t often take it. First, it was a detour, and secondly, it was more expensive than ordinary buses.

However, if there was nothing to do in her free time, Sang Wuyan would often spend three yuan sitting in the bus and wander around the city for most of the day. Most of the time the passengers were few and sparse. She liked to listen to the music and stare outside thinking about her things. This was the introverted Sang Wuyan. She was timid and introverted in front of strangers since she was a child, and her character slowly began to become active until she went to college in adulthood.

On this bus, Sang Wuyan heard a replay of the program that Nie Xi interviewed Yijin yesterday.

At this moment, there was a drizzle of rain outside the window. The rain in early autumn was a bit lingering, and the air in the whole city became fresher under the washing of rainwater.

There were not many people in the car, and on the radio on the bus, she heard the man’s voice again.

This time, she heard it very clearly.

The mature male voice had an elegant and low voice, and the tone was mixed with a little coldness. Every time Nie Xi asked a question, he would hesitate for a while, and the answer was very simple, with very few words.

“Why did you think of embarking on the road of writing songs? Did you dream of writing poetry when you were a child?” Nie Xi asked.

“Many things grow in the garden that were never sown. I didn’t think about it before,” he replied.

“Mr. Yijin, you have so many fans, why do you deliberately avoid the public?” Nie Xi asked.

“To keep my private living space.”

“Just because of this?”

“If not what else?” he asked back.

“You are so successful in this circle, but I heard that you have other occupations, or is writing lyrics just your sideline?”

“Yes.”

He did not hesitate to answer this question. The succinctness of the two words gave people a feeling of pride and 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 two questions in one breath, so he didn’t bother to spend more time and effort to affirm them together.

Then an advertisement was inserted into the broadcast.

or-

After a while, Sang Wuyan looked out the window and thought again.

Or, he was originally such a proud person.

“Mr. Yijin, does your stage name have any meaning? One morning and one evening, so it means Yijin? Or is it to commemorate something? Or somebody?”

“No, I chose it because there are less strokes.” He said lightly.

Sang Wuyan admired Nie Xi a little bit. She partnered with someone with such a personality, and she could host the show in an orderly manner.If it was her, she would have awkward silences several times.

“A few months ago, a female fan pretended to be you on the Internet. Why didn’t you come out to refute the rumors?”

“The head is on other people’s necks. I don’t care what they think.”

“Many of the songs you wrote have touched many female fans, such as “Slightly Blue Dawn” and “Libyan Shells”. Is there your own story in it?”

“No, I…”

This was the longest sentence he said in the entire show, but it was covered up by the sound of the bus arriving at the station, and then many people got onto the bus, and the radio was turned off by the driver.

His voice disappeared from above her.

Sang Wuyan felt a sense of loss.

She and Yijin were actually in the same city, breathed the air of the same region, and looked at the same sky when she raised her face lightly.