I heard that you are handsome, but unfortunately I am blind

The restaurant that Zhang Yuan booked was his own private kitchen. It was not too close to the band rehearsal room, and it took half of the Central Ring Road to get there, but fortunately, it was extremely private.

The five members of CALM went on tour in two cities a few days ago. Due to the tight schedule, they couldn’t eat well or sleep. The entertainment news media followed the filming, and there was even a special fan seat in the fan club. It was said to be a meal, but in fact it was five people holding champagne glasses and having an off-site solo show. They haven't had a serious meal in a few days. While adjusting the breath, seeing the table full of delicacies on jade plates, each one's eyes glowed green.

"Come on, move your chopsticks." Although Zhang Yuan is a manager, after getting along with the band members in the past few years, especially in private time, he and the band members are more like buddies. As soon as they are seated, they greet everyone to eat quickly, "No outsiders , you don’t need to carry it, eat a good meal, and go back to rest after eating—oh, by the way, Qian Song is free to do anything else, don’t touch spicy dishes.”

Qian Song paused when he heard the words, and silently withdrew his hand that was reaching out to the spicy crayfish.

When Zhang Yuan got out of the car, he deliberately took two bottles of unpackaged brown-red liquid from the trunk. When he unscrewed the bottle cap, a mellow wine scent mixed with sporadic special smells wafted out immediately.

Zhang Yuan poured himself a small cup, and asked the others with a smile, "Do you want to try it? Unique skills, self-made medicinal wine, more than seven taels of yellow ginseng, added deer blood, wolfberry, old grass, cistanche, and more Yes... Well, in short, they are all good things for strengthening the body, Bubu?"

The five team members are all young people in their early twenties. In the daily life of the entertainment industry, besides music, what they are exposed to the most is all kinds of trends and fashions and fans screaming. I have never seen this kind of health-preserving secrets for middle-aged and elderly people. Zhang Yuan was not taking it lightly, and excitedly held up the cup and said that he must try it.

"Deer blood cistanche..." Fang Chi leaned on the back of the chair, watched Zhang Yuan pour wine for them, and said leisurely: "Are you trying to keep fit? Can't tell, Brother Yuan, just thirty Get started, it won't work..."

"Stop choreographing me." Zhang Yuan smiled and took the cup in Fang Chi's hand, and poured it for him, "Try it, 63-degree pure grain wine, after soaking for more than half a year, it also has the effect of dispelling dampness and cold. Old shoulders and waists are also beneficial."

"My waist is fine." Fang Chi repeated impatiently. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He felt that it was extremely spicy and had an inexplicable taste. He frowned immediately: "Is it so strong?"

"You are used to drinking soft wine." Zhang Yuan picked up his glass, knocked it on the edge of the table, and greeted: "Come on, let's celebrate in a small group first. This summer's tour is off to a good start. Wait The entire tour plan is over, and the company celebrates!"

It was a rare and quiet meal, which made the whole body feel comfortable. Two hours later, everyone put on their masks and returned satisfied, except—they seemed to be a little drunk.

The driver was driving a commercial vehicle and wanted to send the team members home one by one. Fang Chi thought that he would go to that "paradise on earth" with Zhang Yuan to experience the ancestral craftsmanship, so he made a temporary decision before getting in the car: "Brother Yuan and I will take a taxi. save time."

Jing Han thought for a while and said, "It's not safe, just in case the taxi driver recognizes you..."

"It's okay." Zhang Yuan also drank a lot, and then said: "This restaurant has a special car to drive us. I will tell the boss and ask him to find someone to take us off."

Qian Song also asked: "Is it reliable?"

This is the worry of being popular in the entertainment industry.

Zhang Yuan waved his hand indifferently: "My own, don't worry."

After hearing that the agent had guaranteed the ticket, everyone felt at ease, and after saying goodbye, they got into the car and turned back the same way.

The owner of this private kitchen seemed to know Zhang Yuan very well, so he drove them there personally.

On the back seat of the private car, Fang Chi leaned his head up on the car seat, his long legs stretched out relaxedly, a black mask covered his three-dimensional handsome mouth and nose, and only a pair of lightly closed peach blossom eyes remained on his whole face , the long eyelashes cast a small shadow on the bottom of the eyes, looking a little tired and relaxed casually.

Fang Chi's alcohol capacity is not bad, not to say that he will not be drunk after a thousand glasses, but the daily reception is enough to deal with the interpersonal communication in the circle, but in the social occasions in the circle, whether it is celebrities or capital parties, normal communication generally loves to drink to stand out Therefore, it is indeed the first time for Fang Chi to drink this kind of bulk high-strength liquor brewed from pure grains and with a stronger alcohol content after adding ingredients.

There was light music playing in the carriage, Zhang Yuan sat in the co-pilot and chatted with the boss in a low voice, the atmosphere was quiet for a while, Fang Chi felt a little drunk at this time, and seemed to have entered a light sleep in a trance.

.........

After dinner, it was past eight o'clock. Usually at this time, the store is still receiving customers. Although the rain outside has eased, it still hasn't stopped. Lin Xiao helps the teacher to clean up the table and has nothing to do. Then he said, "I'll go ahead and watch for a while, just in case someone comes."

Master was sitting on a bamboo chair under the eaves, fiddling with the radio in his hand, and listening to the continuous sound of rain, he said, "It's already at this point, and it's still raining. There are no people left. Don't go."

Lin Xiao took out an umbrella from behind the door, which was the one that master and wife brought out, opened it, and said, "It's okay, I will lock and close the door at ten o'clock, the weather is bad, you and my mother should rest early."

Usually in the store, Lin Xiao always called their second teacher, father and mother, in public. Without him, he just wanted to appear technically professional, but in private at home, he actually called them parents.

Seeing that Lin Youyu couldn't be persuaded, he said, "Then let your mother help you pass, there is stagnant water in the yard, so it's not easy to walk."

"No need." Lin Xiao found out the blind guide stick that he didn't usually use frequently from the wing room, and said softly, "It's just a short distance, I'll just touch it."

After speaking, holding an umbrella, he turned on the induction source switch on the guide stick, slowly explored the road in front of his feet, and walked into the rainy night.

At this time of the day, there are indeed few people coming. Lin Xiao entered the store on the first floor through the back door, put away the umbrella and leaned against the corner, went back to the computer desk and sat down again, put on the earphones, turned on the computer, and logged into an online learning for the blind. Educational website.

He took out a braille pen and a braille book from the drawer, followed the course explanation in the earphones, and quickly made rows of concave holes in the cardboard.

Lin Xiao has been educated, but elementary school and junior high school are all schools for the blind, which is commonly known as "Qi Ming School" in the society. Generally, the children who go to this kind of school are congenital or acquired, and have the hope of complete treatment and recovery. Very small visually impaired children, and these children are different from ordinary school students. In addition to cultural studies, they have been exposed to massage and massage skills since childhood, which can be regarded as a pavement for their future life.

However, Lin Xiao is different from his classmates in these schools for the blind. He grew up with his master and his wife. The master's life-long skills are passed down from family to family. From the beginning, he can listen and talk. What he comes into contact with every day is the most authentic massage for the blind. , when he was three years old, his wife started to look for acupuncture points on the master with his little hands. More time is spent on the study of culture class.

Like a withered grass growing in the desert, it is desperately absorbed by the rain and dew.

Therefore, after graduating from junior high school, most of the students went to special technical secondary schools or simply ended their studies and entered the society. This quiet young man was exceptionally admitted by an ordinary high school in the city with his excellent graduation results. A few years ago, this incident It also caused a small social effect and appeared on the news column of the local TV station.

However, the real test comes after high school.

In ordinary high schools, there are no special Braille textbooks. He sits in the same classroom with a group of bright-eyed, healthy teenagers and receives the same cultural education. Gradually, it is no longer as easy as before.

Especially writing.

The school does not have a dedicated Braille teacher, so the usual class is fine. When the teacher lectures on the podium, he can use the teacher's dictation to make records in Braille, but when doing homework or taking exams, he needs to use normal test papers and words to answer. When he meets an exam, the school considers his special situation. Although it cannot provide him with a Braille test paper alone, it will always set up a special test room for him alone. Answering the questions, however, also put a lot of pressure on him invisibly, no matter in terms of time or speed, normal students were not enough.

Gritting his teeth like this for three years, two years ago, when he was 17 years old, he failed in the general undergraduate entrance examination, but he was unwilling to go to the special education college, so he failed the exam.

In addition, during that time, my wife had some health problems, and the master couldn't take care of it alone. In desperation, I had no choice but to return to the massage shop at home from school, and take care of my wife with my master, taking care of this small business.

However, even though life is like this, the dream in my heart is not dead.

Especially a year ago, he heard that one of the ordinary colleges he had always dreamed of opened up social admission exams for the blind, with special Braille test papers, and the exam time was extended. Like a candidate, he entered a higher education institution. He has graduated for two years, so even if he signs up again, he can only take the exam as a social worker, but this is not important. The warm fire has never been extinguished.

The eternal night is not bright, although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go.

Only one ceiling light was turned on on the first floor of the entire massage shop. Time flowed very slowly at this moment. Fluent short English texts were playing in the earphones. The footsteps approaching the door turned out to be unnoticed.

When the door was pushed open and the damp rain came rushing towards him with the faint smell of alcohol, he was stunned for a moment, then he quickly took off his earphones, suspended the computer class, stood up and walked around to the door, before the people came by. At the same time as entering the store, relying on the changes in the surrounding air flow, he quickly judged the gender and height of the other party, so he asked in a soft and clear voice——

"Welcome, sir, do you want a massage?"

Fang Chi stood where he was, with a black mask on his face, the tips of his hair and the T-shirt on his body were slightly wet, he paused, squinted at the black-haired and snow-skinned boy in front of him, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

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