Chapter 2
Qian Yu watched as Chi Ran closed the piano lid and switched from playing the piano keys to playing the keyboard.
The former is enjoyment, the latter is pure noise.
He suffered greatly from it.
Chi Ran's terrible keyboard has a total of 108 keycaps, and under the keycaps are 108 different key switches, which means 108 different sounds.
To be fair, each keystroke has its own pleasant sound, like stepping on snow, playing mahjong, or clicking away. But when 108 different sounds are packed into the same keyboard and randomly combined, all that's left is noise and annoyance.
Its destructive power is no less than locking all 108 heroes of Liangshan in the same cage and making them howl, causing a headache to run away with their noise.
Qian Yu patted him on the shoulder, then covered his ears and begged for mercy: "Brother Ran, no, my father Ran, please stop your supernatural powers. Who do you want to curse? I'll type it out for you, okay?"
His father ignored him, turned to him, touched his lips with his index finger, and silenced him.
Qian Yu had no choice but to shut up and keep quiet.
Once the room quieted down, Chi Ran started typing away again, not very fast, but not much slower than a normal person.
His typing posture was novel; he neither looked at the screen nor the keyboard, but simply tilted his head slightly, listening intently to the sound of the key switches.
After typing the first line, he pressed the shortcut key to read it aloud.
An inorganic female voice came from the computer: "Playing dumb? Apologize?"
He pressed Enter and sent.
Then, Chi Ran started typing the second sentence, but after pressing it a few times, he paused for a moment.
No, S is a brown switch, but the sound you just heard was from a fast silver switch. You must have accidentally pressed D.
He touched the edge of the keyboard with his right index finger, followed the outline upwards, found the delete key and pressed it three times. Then he found the FJ keys with both hands and continued typing.
After typing the last line, the inorganic female voice read: "I'm not pretending to be deaf and dumb, I'm probably just blind."
Qian Yu wanted to sigh when he saw him like this. He frowned and asked, "Are you arguing with someone?"
Or should we state the objective facts?
Chi Ran leaned back: "Let me introduce myself."
The mechanical keyboard finally stopped making noise. Qian Yu felt like he had gone deaf. He said, "You can buy a pair of Braille keycaps for fifty yuan."
Chi Ran stood up slowly and rudely propped his head up with his elbow as he walked over and sat down on the bed.
"Hmm." He leaned lazily against the headboard. "You can buy two pairs of height-increasing insoles for fifteen yuan."
"Fine, just tell me. You'd better keep quiet when you go out in the future," Qian Yu said through gritted teeth.
"Why? They used to care for the elderly, the sick, the disabled, and pregnant women, but recently they've been kicking the disabled out?"
Qian Yu nodded: "Yeah, I'm afraid you won't even see how many people beat you up."
"Count by sound, of course. If you're going to hit me, can you really not make a sound?"
Two years ago, Chi Ran had an accident, and ever since then, he has remained in this deathly state.
He doesn't wallow in self-pity, nor does he undergo desensitization therapy. He hasn't bought any assistive devices for the visually impaired, but he's certainly not done any of those outrageous jokes. It's hard to say whether he's come to terms with it or not.
Qian Yu didn't argue with him and said, "I'm going to take a shower and I'll make you dinner later. Eat more tonight, or Sister Ying will dock my pay if you get any thinner."
Chi Ran frowned, her facial expression control failing.
"Ugh, my cooking isn't that bad, is it?" Qian Yu complained.
Chi Ran tapped her index finger unconsciously on the headboard: "I'll eat half a spoonful of salt the night before I see her next time; it'll make me look bloated and fatter faster."
Qian Yu opened his mouth and then closed it again, finally saying, "I'm going to take a shower. You stay put."
Chi Ran's expression visibly stiffened, but he didn't say anything.
"Don't worry, I said in the group chat that the vegetables will be left at the door, you don't need to open it."
"Okay, thanks."
Although Qian Yu's cooking skills were appalling, Chi Ran generally trusted him and entrusted him with many tasks. After the incident, he became very reluctant to interact with people, especially in urgent situations like opening doors to grab things.
He hated both the other person's impatience in complaining about his slowness and the other person's deliberate accommodation when they discovered he was blind; he felt uncomfortable no matter what.
Knock knock knock.
Just then, there was a loud knocking on the door. Judging from the frequency and volume, the person outside had been knocking for a while and was getting impatient.
Qian Yu was taking a shower, and he was wearing headphones, so he probably didn't hear anything.
Chi Ran leaned against the bedside table, pretending to be dead.
But the commotion outside the door was relentless, with the knocking becoming increasingly forceful.
Qian Yu couldn't get out anytime soon. He sighed, reached for his sunglasses on the table, put them on, and quickly moved towards the door.
He knocked urgently at the door and walked quickly, his legs bumping into the corner several times.
He opened the door while gritting his teeth and rubbing his legs, his mood at its worst. He only opened the door a crack, hiding his face in the doorway, and stretched out his hand to signal the other side to hand him the things.
Guoguo, standing outside the door, looked up at the hand above her head, her mind full of questions, but still responsibly spoke up: "Just so you know, this batch of tomatoes was rotten when it arrived. I took a picture before I picked it up. You can find..."
clatter.
The hand above her head snapped its fingers, interrupting her, then stretched out again.
Guoguo was taken aback.
Chi Ran forgot to take off his headphones and didn't hear anything, only noticing that the delivery guy outside was moving unusually slowly. He didn't want to face the person outside, nor did he want to talk, so he just urged him on.
After a moment of surprise, Guoguo still patiently picked up the groceries and said, "Lower your hand a little, I..."
clatter.
Another snap of the fingers.
Tap, tap, tap.
Three times in a row.
Guoguo was speechless for a moment, her throat tightening.
Song Yihuan stared at the three replies, ruffling her pink hair to resemble Mei Chaofeng, but couldn't type a single word.
She meant for Yu Jin to apologize on behalf of his unethical fan who opened the box, but Yu Jin's words implied that he wanted her to apologize.
No matter how she responds, she's always at a disadvantage.
She thought for a moment, then clicked on one of Yu Jin's website homepages, looking for a breakthrough to attack his weakest point.
His homepage is very simple. He started updating it a year and a half ago, and it mainly consists of original music videos where he doesn't show his face.
His hands are long and fair, and his fingers are nimble and dexterous. The instruments he plays range from piano to guitar to violin. To be fair, he plays them all very well.
Sure enough, Nuwa gave him an astonishing musical talent, and she was bound to give him some flaws that were hated by gods and ghosts.
For example, there are epic-level online trolls, and ugly faces so bad they can't even be shown on camera.
In the past year and a half, he has only posted two updates. Besides the one that was sarcastic and sarcastic towards her, there was another update that was also a rant.
A content creator rearranged his work, adapting it into a more jazz style.
He directly tagged the content creator (UP) and wrote: "Do you have my authorization? If you love to change things so much, I'll change your family tree and move your ancestral graves."
She searched extensively for weaknesses but found nothing, arriving at only two conclusions.
Yu Jin has a really foul mouth and really hates people changing his tune.
A few knocks on the door interrupted my thoughts.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw that Guoguo's eyes were red and her mouth was pursed.
She sat in her room for half an hour, unable to come up with a retort. She was already annoyed, and seeing Guoguo's red eyes made her even more agitated.
"What happened! Did someone bully you?" She threw the cushion she was holding onto the sofa, looking ready to seek revenge immediately.
Guoguo recounted the story in a choked, sobbing voice.
"Rude and tasteless. I disliked him when we were queuing, and he's definitely no good. What happened next? Did you throw anything in his face?" Song Yihuan asked.
Guoguo immediately burst into tears, sobbing, "Not only did I not lose it, I... I even lifted the eight-pound load of vegetables above my head... and handed it to him..."
Guoguo felt more and more aggrieved, "I'm so pathetic..."
Song Yihuan quickly wiped away her tears.
Once the person stopped crying, she crumpled the tissue, flattened it, and threw it into the trash can.
"Wait! I'm going to settle the accounts."
People are naturally restless in spring, and with so many troubles suddenly appearing both online and in real life, she's already gotten angry three times today, and she's become quite adept at it.
She stormed to the opposite door and slammed her palm against it, as if she wanted to tear it down.
To everyone's surprise, after knocking for a long time, not only did no one open the door, but there wasn't even a sound of footsteps.
Song Yihuan simply exerted her core strength, increasing the force, giving the two rude men inside the door who bullied the weak and feared the strong no room to maneuver.
About half a minute later, the door slowly opened a crack.
She tilted her head to look inside, but the crack in the door was too small, and she couldn't see a single person.
Chi Ran didn't want to open the door for her. It wasn't an urgent matter, and he wanted to wait until Qian Yu finished showering before doing so.
But the person outside was banging on the door with tremendous force. In just half a minute, a series of soft, crackling sounds came from the doorway, probably the sound of plaster and mortar falling off the wall.
If we don't open the door soon, it might be gone.
Chi Ran pushed the door open a crack, and a narrow beam of light shone into the entryway from the corridor. With his barely perceptible eyesight, he could vaguely make out the hazy outline of the light.
He stood perfectly still in the darkness between the narrow edge of the light and the threshold, his arm on the handle, hidden inside the door, refusing to step out of his safe zone.
He took off his headphones and asked through the crack in the door, "What's up?"
Seeing no one, Song Yihuan's anger burned even brighter: "My roommate just brought you some food, how dare you insult her? What kind of attitude was that? She was being kind, and you didn't even say thank you, you didn't even utter a single human word."
You snapped your fingers? Don't you know that snapping your fingers is very disrespectful? You even deliberately held your hand up so high, making her raise it to hand it to you?!
After she spoke, Chi Ran realized that there was a girl outside the door. Then she realized that the delivery guy was probably also a girl, the roommate she was talking about.
He wanted to say something, but the woman outside the door kept talking. She took a breath and continued, "I've never seen someone who tries to help others have to practice weightlifting. You'd better come out and apologize. Whether she forgives you or not is another matter, you have to apologize!"
How tall is your roommate?
Finally, a human voice drifted out from the crack in the door. His voice was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken loudly in a long time.
Song Yihuan retorted, annoyed, "What's it to you?"
An arm peeked out from the crack in the door, the back of the hand just above her head.
Chi Ran said lazily, "This is the height when my arm is outstretched."
Song Yihuan looked up at his hands and felt as if she, like Guoguo, was being humiliated by his height.
What an impolite person.
"I told her not to knock, but she just kept knocking," he continued. "Did you two become roommates because you both love knocking on doors?"
Is this human language?
All Song Yihuan could see was a door panel, half an arm, and a crack in the door no wider than a palm. Unable to engage in normal, equal communication, her last shred of reason exploded like fireworks.
She gripped the door with both hands and pulled hard, forcefully opening the slightly ajar door.
"Do you even know what a volunteer is? A volunteer means someone who's willing to serve you even if you're an idiot. They don't owe you anything! If there's a problem with the group-buying vegetables, they'll contact you to discuss it, right? They're just knocking on your door, not knocking on your teeth!"
The boy inside clearly hadn't expected her to suddenly attack. His hand was still on the doorknob when she forcefully pulled him out, causing him to stumble and fall.
The way he fell was bizarre; his elbows instinctively protected his head, and then he swayed like a roly-poly toy, his feet unsteady.
The security door slammed against the wall, and he managed to steady himself by holding onto the door.
Only then did Song Yihuan get a clear look at his face up close.
He had fair skin and a sharp, defined jawline, giving him a rather aggressive look. Although his expression was obscured, he exuded arrogance and aloofness.
The reason I couldn't see his expression was because he was still wearing sunglasses, just like when he was queuing in the afternoon.
Ha, wearing sunglasses indoors, where did he get that oversized garbage bag to carry his stuff?
Chi Ran hadn't stepped out of his house alone for a long time. He stood in the corridor, the surroundings empty and windy. The light from the window next to him shone into his eyes, and he was momentarily dazed.
"Apologize! Don't you understand when I say I apologize?" Song Yihuan continued, "Unless you're deaf and mute, you have to come to my door and apologize today!"
pink.
This was the first thought that popped into my brain when it was delayed and shut down.
He looked in the direction of the sound and, in the center of the blinding haze, vaguely saw a hazy pink mass.
It's a soft, light yet distinct pink, with blurred outlines and a slight sway.
How should I put it? It looks familiar, like those creatures called "Puffy" from Harry Potter.
However, they are clearly not as harmless and docile as Pu Rongrong.
"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?" Her tone rose, her voice was quite clear, both clear and noisy.
Song Yihuan watched as he laughed, as if he had heard a great joke.
I don't understand why this颓废 vampire suddenly became so cheerful.
She frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
One step, two steps.
Chi Ran followed the direction of the sound, stopped, and bent down.
Song Yihuan took it as an insult to her height and raised her voice to question, "What? Does being tall give you the right to be arrogant?"
Chi Ran laughed again.
“I’m not deaf, nor am I mute,” Chi Ran said with a mocking smile, “but I certainly am arrogant.”
He slowly took off his sunglasses, tilted his head slightly, revealing a pair of unfocused eyes.
"Being tall doesn't mean you can be arrogant, but being blind does."
Song Yihuan gasped softly.
The fireworks in my mind have faded, leaving only scattered scraps of paper and gunpowder smoke, mixed with water to form a brain mush.
Her reaction clearly pleased him greatly, and he chuckled again, tilting his head to urge, "Say something."
As Song Yihuan looked directly into those lifeless yet beautiful eyes, she couldn't help but notice a hideous scar under his right eye, which was conveniently hidden by the dark area of his sunglasses.
She realized she shouldn't be staring so intently, so she quickly looked away to avoid eye contact.
He had no idea that this was a polite gesture.
"Listen up, tell me, what do you want me to do?" he persisted.
Song Yihuan's arrogant demeanor vanished completely. After racking her brains for a long time, she couldn't utter a single word.
“Speak up!” he urged.
Say something?
What should we do?
Say something?
Song Yihuan's brain seemed to be a computer that had crashed, refusing to function no matter what she did.
What can be said? What else can be said at this point?
What to say, what to say, what to say…
"Well, I don't know sign language," she managed to say.
The moment the words left their mouths, they both froze.
over.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip tightly. The only saving grace was that he couldn't see her embarrassed state.
Chi Ran let out a cold laugh, leaned forward, and got half an inch closer to her.
Song Yihuan stood up straighter and straighter.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling slightly below the tip of her nose, and then raised an eyebrow.
"Say something!"
"How about using sign language?"
Small. Pink.
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