Chapter 3
At three in the morning, Song Yi jumped out of bed excitedly.
"No, he's sick!" She vigorously rubbed the ugly fish pillow in her arms, squashing its face until it looked even more pitiful and ugly. "How can there be such a person?"
Shouldn't visually impaired people be gentle and sensitive? How can a visually impaired person be so sharp-tongued and enjoy making fun of others?
Song Yihuan slapped her forehead hard: "No, no, stereotypes are forbidden!"
Recalling her outrageous remarks such as "I don't know sign language," "I'm arrogant," and "Are you deaf?", her anger flickered briefly before extinguishing.
She used the ugly fish as a cushion and banged her head against the wall repeatedly, chanting like she was striking a wooden fish: "I deserve to die! I deserve to die! I deserve to die..."
After only a few bumps, she sprang to her feet again, exclaiming, "Seriously? Is he crazy?! What do you mean by 'this is the height when he's fully extended'? What do you mean by 'loves knocking on doors'???"
The next morning, when Qian Yu knocked on the door, Song Yihuan got up with dark circles under her eyes.
Guoguo was already standing by the door, mouthing to her, "It's that short, handsome guy."
Song Yihuan also mouthed to her, "How do you say it?"
"I won't forgive her." Guoguo's eyes were still swollen. "I'm bad with words, can you do it?"
Song Yihuan nodded, put her hands on her hips, and opened the door in one smooth motion.
As soon as the door opened, she met Qian Yu's gaze.
He smiled meticulously, a standard eight-tooth smile.
"What's up?" She gestured with her chin.
"I've come to apologize on Chi Ran's behalf." Qian Yu bowed ninety degrees. "I'm sorry! He's a real jerk, making you angry and causing you trouble. I'm so sorry!"
Song Yihuan was furious: "Why should you apologize when he does something wrong?"
Qian Yu said directly, "He pays me 20,000 a month."
Song Yihuan: ...
City people have so many tricks up their sleeves.
Guoguo listened from the side without saying a word, seemingly still angry.
“What kind of deal you two have is none of my business,” Song Yihuan said. “My roommate kindly volunteered, and you… roommate, humiliating her like this is simply unacceptable! An apology is the most basic expression of sincerity.”
Qian Yu hadn't thought much about the meanings of the words "transaction" and "roommate," and said with some difficulty, "It's not that I'm trying to play the victim for him. After his accident, he had eye problems and hadn't socialized for a long time, so sometimes his words and actions can be a bit sharp. It's understandable that you're angry about this. But I really can't bring myself to make him apologize to you..."
Upon hearing this, Song Yihuan remained silent for a moment.
A brief moment of compassion for the visually impaired rekindled within her, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed to continue arguing. Besides, the things she'd said while knocking on the door last night were quite unethical.
Thinking this, she didn't immediately make a move, but instead looked at Guoguo.
It was wrong of her to say such hurtful things, but it was Guoguo who was humiliated. Whether or not to forgive him should be Guoguo's own decision, not something for her to decide.
Guoguo was also a little hesitant.
Qian Yu handed over the plastic bag in his hand and said, "Here, as an apology!"
Song Yihuan didn't answer. "What's this?"
He said, "I just saw you guys asking in the group if there were any meat group buys. We have two pounds of chicken drumsticks, one pound of lamb chops, and..."
Out of the corner of her eye, Song Yihuan saw Guoguo standing up straight, even craning her neck.
Song Yihuan blinked her eyes.
Having said all that, how could it be natural...?
Guoguo leaned forward a little more, as if she wanted to stick her head right out and into the plastic bag. If we didn't say anything soon, Guoguo would be unable to resist reaching out to take it.
“Well…” Song Yihuan took a breath, “on the other hand, they are neighbors after all.”
Guoguo gave her a thumbs-up with a helpless expression, mouthing: Not stiff at all.
Qian Yu very considerately handed her the plastic bag and said, "I'm so sorry."
"So what are you going to eat?" After succeeding, Song Yihuan's conscience briefly returned.
"Ran Ge doesn't eat much of what I make. We eat too slowly at home, and the fridge is still full," Qian Yu said, somewhat embarrassed.
So much to do.
Song Yihuan inwardly scoffed, but outwardly replied perfunctorily, "That's great. You two have been through thick and thin together, and your relationship has probably reached a new level, right?"
Qian Yu agreed: "Indeed."
“Our fridge is almost empty, thank you for the supplies,” she said. “You two are so sweet together.”
"Wait, wait a minute? Sweet? Sweet what? Who's sweet with whom? What do you mean by sweet??" Qian Yu finally understood, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "No, no, no, no...! I'm not, he's not, neither of us are! I'm his assistant, a real assistant, a proper assistant!"
Song Yihuan was taken aback, then gave an awkward laugh: "Really not? I always saw him with his arm around your shoulder when he went out..."
"No! It's...it's because he's uncomfortable, but he doesn't want to use a cane." Qian Yu exclaimed in despair, "Really? Does it look that strange?? I'm just helping him walk!"
"Oh, so it serves as a guide for the blind..." She pulled back from the brink.
I almost blurted it out and ended up cursing two people.
"That girl's mouth is just as sharp as yours," Qian Yu complained as he picked up his chopsticks. "Brother Ran, the outside world is dangerous. Next time, you should wait for me to open the door."
Chi Ran didn't say anything, took the chopsticks, held the plate with her left hand, and poked the contents of the plate twice with the chopsticks.
"Stir-fried potatoes and chicken, these two dishes can't possibly be bad." Qian Yusheng handed him the rice. "Please do me the honor of eating a few more bites, Brother Ran. I have to report to Sister Ying. If you get any thinner, Sister Ying will stew me to make you stronger."
Chi Ran didn't speak. She picked something up from the plate with her chopsticks, held it up to her face for a long time, trying to figure it out, and asked, "What is this?"
"Try this potato!" Qian Yu enthusiastically promoted it.
Chi Ran stretched out his hand, loosened his chopsticks, and the potato fell onto the table.
A crisp snap.
“Cooked potatoes don’t make this noise,” Chi Ran commented, holding his chopsticks.
"Stop talking nonsense, I cooked it for half an hour." Qian Yu picked up another piece and placed it on his chopsticks. "It's obviously sticky, you try it!"
Chi Ran hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and took a bite.
A crisp snap.
Even Qian Yu heard it clearly.
Chi Ran turned her head and spat out the half-eaten mouthful, then put down her chopsticks.
"Hiss." Qian Yu picked up a piece of potato and chewed it quickly. "Hey, this one's cooked! Maybe the other two weren't heated enough. Come on, let me pick them out for you."
Chi Ran heard two muffled thuds from the bowl, but he didn't touch his chopsticks.
Qian Yu was too embarrassed to persuade him to open the potato blind box again. Instead, after careful selection, he found a nice piece of chicken leg and said, "How about we have a piece of chicken?"
Chi Ran lowered his eyes and raised an eyebrow, tacitly allowing Qian Yu to put a piece of chicken on his plate.
He carefully tore off small pieces of meat with his canine teeth.
The seasoning wasn't great, but it was still edible.
It's really not easy.
Chi Ran breathed a sigh of relief and took a big bite, but couldn't budge it with his chopsticks. He put down his chopsticks, pinched the bone with his hand, and tried to pull it again, but still couldn't move it.
A few seconds later, he tasted the raw chicken in his mouth and spat it all back out.
"You try it first next time." He rinsed his mouth with his water glass, gave up completely, threw down his chopsticks, and got up to leave.
"Not cooked?" Qian Yu asked, bewildered.
"No way! Hurry up and put it together, maybe we can still fly."
Chi Ran took a few big bites of the cucumber she had swiped from the kitchen before she could barely suppress the raw chicken taste in her mouth.
He sat in front of the piano, his hands resting on the lid for a long time without moving, not playing a single note.
I'm not in the mood.
He gnawed on the cucumber viciously.
I'm inexplicably annoyed.
It's not that I'm angry with Qian Yu. He's been cooking for so many days, and he deserves a reward for not burning down the kitchen.
He was more angry about the current situation than about Qian Yu.
It takes several chews to discern the condition of the raw meat.
This frustration felt familiar; he was frustrated every day two years ago when he first went blind. Every familiar thing brings a strange feeling, leaving him helpless and powerless.
It's similar to eating raw meat today.
He sat in front of the piano bench, his mind a jumble of thoughts, unable to recall how he ate or how he picked up takeout when he could still see.
Only the memories after losing my sight play on a loop, over and over again.
Music suddenly drifted in from the direction of the kitchen, interrupting his thoughts. He hadn't closed the door, and a very upbeat intro floated in clearly, quite captivating.
"What song?" he asked, pointing towards the door.
As he was asking, the intro ended and the verse began. The female voice had only sung two words when he realized it sounded familiar.
Before he could react, the song had already stopped.
Qian Yuren was still in the kitchen, straining his neck to ask, "What did you say? I didn't hear you!"
Chi Ran turned her head and raised her voice with great force, asking, "What song are you asking me!"
"Huh?" He still didn't hear it.
She could have shouted louder or gone over to ask him, but Chi Ran suddenly lost her temper and stopped talking.
Qian Yu didn't hear a reply, so he rushed to his door in a few steps: "What? Were you too far away to hear me?"
"Nothing, just asking what you were listening to," Chi Ran replied.
Actually, at this point, he had long lost interest in asking any more questions.
"Oh, this is the one you argued with." Qian Yu thought for a moment, feeling that the word "argued" was too broad, so he described it more specifically, "It's not the girl across the street, it's the song of the girl you argued with online, it's quite nice."
He walked in and placed the phone on his shoulder: "Do you want to listen? You sang quite well."
"The one that changed my score?" Chi Ran frowned. "Take it away."
Qian Yu sighed, pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, and said cautiously, "Brother, Sister Ying asked me to talk to you. Last time you posted an update criticizing that person who changed your arrangement, you lost 100,000 followers."
Chi Ran said coldly, "He changed my music without permission first."
“Yes, before you asked them to move their ancestral graves, you were always in the right,” Qian Yu said. “This time, the other side doesn’t have as many fans as you, but they have better public image than you. And it doesn’t look like she did it on purpose. She didn’t use the modified sheet music for commercial purposes; she was obviously just practicing for fun. Let’s just let it go this time, bro.”
After a long silence, Chi Ran finally said, "Do me a favor."
Qian Yu thought he had a chance and beamed with joy: "Shall I post an apology on Weibo for you?"
“No.” Chi Ran raised his hand and pointed to the door. “Close the door for me.”
“Okay!” Qian Yu stood up and walked to the door.
"Close it from the outside!" he snapped his fingers.
After the person left, Chi Ran's bedroom returned to silence. He stroked the piano lid, his five fingers tapping out a rhythm in frustration.
Are they just bored and have nothing better to do? Those brain-dead people who randomly alter other people's work.
Chi Ran reached from the piano lid to the top edge of the piano, then followed his touch to the far left, and took down the iPad that was placed there. He lightly swept his fingers left and right.
Siri's emotionless voice says, "Unlocked."
His fingers swept across the area skillfully, occasionally tapping lightly.
"First page, second page, raise finger to show home screen, back, album, explore images, explore, details, explore, page..."
Siri's voiceover followed his movements, announcing the operation name, but he impatiently interrupted it, only able to say half of it, as if he were rapping.
Based on the description of the image exploration function, he successfully found the half of the musical score that "I Don't Talk in My Sleep" had altered without his permission and imported it into an AI one-click music creation software.
"Identifying sheet music in the image, please wait..."
"The music in the picture will be played for you shortly..."
The familiar melody flowed slowly, largely unchanged, except for the occasional strange and discordant notes.
It's a bit like the sand you bite into when you eat a clam, and also like the snoring sound that comes from a concert hall.
Annoying, out of place.
He only heard the beginning before he started looking for the exit button, feeling a bit frustrated.
Siri responded to his actions with the following announcements: "Replay, Replay, Details, Favorites, Favorites, Exit, Exit, Exit."
The broadcast was constantly interrupted by music. He double-clicked many times and finally managed to turn off the music.
Chi Ran followed the same path back to the top edge of the piano, put the iPad back in its original position, opened the piano lid, and placed both hands on it.
He planned to play his original version again to cleanse his ears and get rid of the garbage he had just heard.
Chi Ran's long, slender fingers danced and leaped across the piano keys. He tilted his head slightly back, his back muscles contracting and relaxing, as his hands moved nimbly between the black and white keys.
Suddenly, a discordant note drifted out.
hiss.
He frowned.
The AI's playback of something offensive caused the wrong version to play.
He silently played the original melody in his mind, then marked the "I don't talk in my sleep" version with an X, and started playing it from the beginning.
The closer he got to the mistake, the more careful he became, and finally managed to hit the correct note.
Then, in the next place where it was tampered with, the error message popped up again.
hiss!
Chi Ran pressed the button in frustration, and the piano emitted a chaotic roar.
He stubbornly tried again, only to make the same mistake again, in a vicious cycle.
Meanwhile, separated by a wall, two girls sat facing each other at the kitchen table.
Song Yihuan, with half a mouthful of curry lamb chop rice in her mouth, stood there dumbfounded.
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