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The record player slowly ejected the CD, and Lu Ze gently put it into the box. He stood up and put it into the bookshelf according to the markings. He took out a new CD and placed it on the record player's optical drive. With a slight push, the CD entered the record player and played slowly.

Make music.

It was a sunny afternoon, and the temperature was just right, comfortable and pleasant. The sunlight penetrated through the window, shining with a faint golden color. The black cat was curled up on the bar, enjoying the warmth, but did not fall asleep, wagging its tail from time to time.

He bought a rocking chair and placed it on the table closest to the bar. He held the script and shook it slightly. His hands gradually lost strength and fell to his chest. Not long after he closed his eyes, he heard a slight snore.

Dust danced in the air accompanied by Franz Schubert's serenade, sometimes falling on his nose, blown up by his exhaled breath, looking for the next place to settle, and then landed on the cat's tail, and was gently nudged by it.

Swinging, it flew up again, and finally floated to the window, looking a little lonely at the people strolling on the street in the bright weather.

Of course, this is just the mood of a tiny particle of dust, which cannot affect others, not even other dust. In this comfortable afternoon, its mood is buried by the huge human beings.

"Da da da..."

The crutches hit the road, maybe it was the breeze that held her up, or maybe it was her mood that made her happy. In short, her steps were easy but solid, and she walked skillfully on the street. Every intersection and every shallow hole was deeply imprinted in her mind.

She accidentally kicked a plastic bottle. She bent down, picked up the bottle, followed her memory, walked to the nearest trash can, and accurately threw it into the bucket. At the moment of "goal", she cheered for herself.

The less we see, the simpler and purer she is, and she is simpler and purer.

She would be happy for a wild flower given to her by her student, who just learned to speak last year, and she would wear it on her head, even though the flower was ugly and smelled too cloying.

So she wanted to buy some small red flowers. Even though she didn't know what the small red flowers looked like, it was just because most of her students who were already in sixth grade still liked them.

She is the dust under the sun. She breaks free from the cage and escapes from the window. She is unable to escape under the sunlight, but she is still flying freely. Even if humans are still huge and burly, they can still bury her. But her own happiness is enough.

After leaving the school gate, walk 30 meters, turn right, and walk another 50 meters. No need to cross the street. There is a stationery store. She stepped on the steps and raised her legs not high enough to be like stepping, nor low enough to kick.

, she walked forward naturally, opened the glass door, and when she heard the familiar sound of the bell, she finally felt relieved as she was still a little nervous.

"Teacher Xiao Zhang, the flowers on your hair are very beautiful. What should you buy today?"

The landlady is a bit bloated and has a lot of flesh on her face, especially her eyebrows that can be seen at a glance as shop tattoos. After time, they have been modified to form two short sword eyebrows, which makes her look even more fierce, like the image of a shrew often played in TV dramas.

, everyone in the neighborhood knew that she was not easy to mess with, but in front of her, even her voice was gentle and gentle.

The gap between voice and appearance can be compared to the female radio host of "Sewing Machine Band". Even her husband has never heard such a gentle voice. Sometimes the landlady also guesses in her heart, maybe in Teacher Xiao Zhang's heart, she may be a beautiful and beautiful woman.

Intellectual big sister.

"Sister Feng, I want to buy some small red flowers and ten notebooks."

Her face was slightly red, she held the crutches in both hands, and stood obediently at the door. Her slender fingers tied her hanging hair behind her ears, which were so fair that you could see tiny cyan bloodshot eyes. She took out her mobile phone from her small satchel and called the mobile phone's intelligent voice system.

, found the boss’s WeChat account, pressed the fingerprint area on the back of the phone, and the transfer was successful.

"Teacher Xiao Zhang, you've given me a lot again. Xiaohonghua doesn't have much money. It's only a little over ten cents to get the goods. It doesn't matter if I give you a few. Just take it as Sister Feng says."

The argument between the two didn't take long, and it ended with Teacher Xiao Zhang being completely defeated. She put a few coins that Sister Feng had found into her bag, carried a plastic bag, and said goodbye to Sister Feng. She opened the door and came out, and her ears suddenly moved. It was the piano.

The sound of music.

The merchants she knew well did not have the habit of listening to piano music. No, there was a boss who did. Could it be...

She lifted her white dress slightly above her knees, walked down the steps slowly, and walked to the door of a store separated by two merchants. She walked up the steps again, but she didn't know that the steps in this row of shops were actually even.

of.

According to her memory, she stretched out her hand, and the rolling shutter door that she should have touched, now grabbed a handful of air. She did not go in, but walked to the nearby window, turned her head sideways, pressed it against the glass, and listened quietly to the music playing in the room.

.

"There is really someone here..."

She didn't think about going in to say hello, she just liked the music, and walked further to the side. Finally she touched the wall and hid behind it, tapping her fingers gently on her legs. Even though there were often cars passing by on the road, she

What I heard was not clear.

"What are you doing?"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and it was this familiar male voice again, almost a year later, in a calm tone, asking herself who was quietly listening to the song. In an instant, she blushed, more red than in the stationery store, and hesitated.

Yes, it took me a long time to answer.

"Let's take a rest here. I'm a little tired from walking, so... take a rest, Boss Lu, long time no see."

Who knew why she would come up with such an excuse? Her WeChat steps never exceeded 2,000 steps. Although he didn't know it, she also understood that this was definitely not a good reason.

However, there was no need for Lu Ze not to believe her. Seeing that her face was a little red and there were slight beads of sweat on her forehead, which were particularly obvious under the sunlight, he nodded thoughtfully.

"Then come in and take a rest? I turned on the air conditioner. Are there any classes in the afternoon?"

"No...no more, but forget it, I'll go back first, thank you boss."

"You really don't want to come in and listen to music? I bought a new Rachmaninoff record."

There are very few Lu Ze's peers who understand piano music, especially in cities like Luhua. There is only one person around Lu Ze who understands piano music. After thinking about it, it seems that there is only one teacher, Xiao Zhang.

And she hesitated because of a symphony CD. After struggling for a long time, she finally couldn't resist the temptation of a genuine original album and nodded to Lu Ze.

"Sorry to bother you..."

…

"Drink some water."

"No, no need, thank you boss, it would have delayed your business in the first place."

The memory of the last time Lu Ze handed her a glass of juice but said it was water was still fresh in her mind. She still feels a little embarrassed when she thinks about it. She must not let her boss spend any more money today.

"Don't worry, it's really water, don't worry and drink it."

"Then...thank you, boss."

She chose to trust Lu Ze, picked up the cup, and took a sip. Well, it was indeed juice. This made her feel like she had been tricked. Only then was she a little annoyed. She should have smelled it before drinking it, but someone brought it to her.

Just drinking, she felt so stupid no matter what. Lu Ze had obviously betrayed her trust, but she had no right to accuse Lu Ze of deceiving her.

In this regard, she could only remain silent and listen to Lu Ze playing Rachmaninoff's symphony. On this point, Lu Ze did not lie to her. This also made her forget the contradiction in her heart just now and devote herself wholeheartedly to it.

When it came to music, the two rarely communicated and only reminded each other of the highlights. Only then did she realize that the owner of the beer shop in this small town had a very high level of musical literacy, much higher than her. If Lu Ze said now

Even if she doesn't know how to play a musical instrument, she won't believe it.

After listening to a piece of music and taking a short break, the two began to exchange their thoughts. Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it her learning process. Listening to Lu Ze's platinum-tongued comments, he would open his mouth from time to time and be surprised to the point of being O-shaped. If it weren't for

The course has been taking so long that I have almost forgotten my music appreciation skills, but he can still tell a lot of useful things.

There was no point in chatting. She had to find something to do. While chatting, she wiped the wine glass. Unconsciously, the topic of the two of them shifted from music to trivial matters. However, she was still very cautious and did not ask Lu Ze.

What did she do after disappearing for so long? She has shown good courtesy in this regard. It seems that her family education is not bad.

"By the way, have any talkie volunteers come to your school to talk about movies recently?"

"Yes, and they come more often, basically once every half month, and the number of people has also increased. From two volunteers, male and female, reading one movie, to now seven or eight volunteers reading one movie

, the number of people is increasing, and there are many celebrities among them, such as TV stations, radio stations, and some celebrities I know have come to the school to read movies. They are much more emotional than the amateur volunteers in the past.

, the voices of the characters are also much more recognizable, it’s really amazing, and there are also many recordings of the movies online, so even if they can’t come, we can still listen to them online. Speaking of which, we still have to write thank you letters.”

"Thank you letter? Thank you to the volunteers?"

"The volunteers must be grateful. Thank you for bringing so many interesting stories to our lives. But we can just meet and thank them. What the school wants to thank is the leaders who promote the volunteer activities of talkies. It is said that they are the national film

As for the leader of the association, I don’t know what department this is, but he must be a very big official. The whole country listens to his words to promote the volunteer organization of talking movies. Such a big leader can actually think about us disabled people. He must be a great leader.

A good man, we will always remember his kindness..."

When talking about talkies, she talked more and was not as nervous as before. Her tone was filled with gratitude. It seemed that talkies had really improved their boring life.

First, soak the wine glass in soda ash and soak it in hot water to remove stains, wipe it once with a coarse towel, then rinse it with cold water, then wipe it again with a soft, lint-free towel, and finally put it in the sterilizer to be completely cleaned.

Lu Ze wiped the first cup of cold water and listened with a smile as she told her about how much impact the talkies had on her life during these days. Seeing how happy she was, it was not difficult to imagine the mood of other blind people.

"Yeah, that's really a good thing."

"Well! Boss, it's time for me to leave. I'm sorry to cause you trouble again."

"Okay, if you are free in the future, you can come over and listen to music during the day."

"It's too much trouble for you, boss."

"It doesn't matter. The electricity bill is the same when listening to one person or listening to two people. As for me, I will get bored after listening to it for a long time."

She hesitated again, but he could see that the scale of victory was tilting this way. She finally made up her mind and bowed gently to Lu Ze to thank her.

"Thank you, boss."

"It's okay, grab your things, don't forget to bring them, watch your step, wait, be careful..."

If you want to say that Lu Ze owes something, it is indeed true. When he came back this time, he rearranged the table while cleaning. This is not a big deal to ordinary people, but to her, it is.

It is not an easy matter to solve. Although I heard Lu Ze's reminder, the foot that was stepped out was not so easy to take back, as if it was kicked out.

Lu Ze just watched like this, and her feet kicked directly on the legs of the square stool. The most important thing was that she was wearing flat sandals...the kind with open toes...it was obvious that the victim was the little toe. This feeling

, Lu Ze felt pain just looking at it.

Just as she watched, her face started to turn red, and two drops of water slowly slid down her cheeks under her sunglasses. She made fists with both hands and held onto her skirt tightly, but she didn't say a word, but her breathing was trembling.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay."

The words were so reluctant that Lu Ze had to go over and help her sit down again. Seeing that she was still holding back her tears, he took out a bag of ice cubes and applied it to her feet.

Looking at it like this, Lu Ze noticed that her feet were very beautiful, white and tender, not too big, almost the size of Lu Ze's palm. The man had some control over her feet. He was quite light, so he didn't look at her any more until she could stand up.

, then he took her out of the door and saw her limping away with a cane.

When she left, a warm breeze blew outside, entered the room, picked up the tiny speck of dust on the display window, and floated on her body. Maybe it was the breeze that lifted her up, or maybe it made her feel happy, and even the sad dust was gone.

Infected by her smile.

"Boss Lu is so tall, but he is unexpectedly gentle..."

She limped back to school carrying her notebook and ice cubes. The teachers and classmates were worried about her, but when they saw her warm smile, they slowly felt relieved.

"Always eat... Huahua..."

The child seemed to understand one thing. Every progress he made was worthy of the teacher's joy, so he bravely took the next step, picked a flower again, gave it to her, and put it on the other side of her hair.

One side.

The difference is that this little yellow flower is very beautiful. When worn on the top of the head, it is exuding a faint fragrance...

…

"Hello? Brother Zheng."

He flicked the ashes from his cigarette, put it in his mouth again, hugged the lame man who had soaked up the sun, and moved to the next station. At this moment, Ge Yunzheng, who was also a newly promoted cadre of the Electrical Association, called him.

"Hello? Daze, you have done a great job! Since the launch of the talkie volunteer organization, disabled communities and schools across the country have written many letters of thanks. I have received enough letters this month alone.

More than 130 letters! Now everyone in the association knows that you are not far away from being promoted."

Perhaps this matter cannot cause him to be promoted too quickly, because he has just joined the association a few years ago, and being promoted too early may easily cause dissatisfaction among others. Perhaps the master is Mr. Chen, which cannot cause him to be promoted too quickly. The reason is the same as above, but these two things add up

Together, I can't tell...

Lu Ze acted very calmly about this, he didn't seem to care much, and he accepted it quickly as expected. For a while, Ge Yunzheng couldn't guess what he was thinking.

"Let the organization arrange it. We can't decide on this matter. By the way, Brother Zheng, I have something to ask you."

"What are you saying? Just say it and it's over."

"Those thank-you letters, please send them to me sometime and I'll take a look."

"..."