Self-illness

The weather seems to be cold again.

When Shisan opened her eyes, she naturally felt the chill of winter. She mechanically took out the thick coat, trousers and bottom shirt from the large cabinet under the bed, and put them on according to her feeling without thinking. Clothes, socks and shoes from another closet, everything is in order, the closet will soon be empty.

There is only one bed in the entire bedroom. The bed is covered with a soft mattress, the floor is covered with a thick carpet, which is soft to walk on, and even slightly sags. The wall is also decorated with white fine-relief foam wall stickers.

Everything seemed very ordinary to Thirteen Eyes, and she was not surprised by it. There was a light blue fabric sofa in the living room, and white thick cloth floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn at the balcony entrance. There was no clothes on the balcony, and then the invisible security guard steel wire.

The kitchen was still the same as anywhere else, empty, with no pots and pans, let alone seasoning boxes.

Thirteen took the warm drinking water, drank a glass of water, washed the plastic cup, and placed it upside down on the kitchen counter.

The bathroom is a bit more realistic, the white bath stickers are neatly stacked on the stand, but there is nothing on the floor where there should be a mirror, Shisan squeezes out toothpaste and brushes his teeth quietly.

After everything was settled, she opened the iron door, took out hot milk and steamed buns from the milk carton, went back to the living room and sat on the floor to eat.

She was facing the outside of the living room, and the two-story-high tree stretched out its branches and seemed to be talking to her, while she chewed indifferently, as if this room and this residence had nothing to do with her at all.

After eating, Thirteen threw the plastic bag and paper towels in a small bag at the door, and left the bag that was placed at the door in advance.

The cold wind blew head-on, Shisan's heart became cold inexplicably, everything in front of her eyes suddenly became vivid and interesting, she showed a shallow smile, and strode forward, she clearly knew that she was going to the front piano shop.

"Good morning, Teacher Thirteen."

Hearing someone calling her name, Thirteen turned around and saw Qian Yan, who was a short distance behind her, driving her wheelchair towards her.

"Good morning, Teacher Qianyan."

"It's a bit cold today." Qian Yan's hair is black and straight, which makes her skin whiter and her lips are rosy and beautiful.

"Yes, winter is here." Thirteen enthusiastically ran behind Qian Yandi: "I'll push you."

Qianyan turned off the brake switch, and Zuo Shisan pushed it. Although she had reminded Shisan a few times that this could not be pushed by others, since Shisan liked to do this, she didn't do it every time. Explained: "Thank you, that's very kind of you."

"you are welcome."

Shisan felt that his hand was very light, and he didn't feel tired at all: "And I think you are so light, you don't need to use any strength, you can see that I can push you and run."

As she spoke, she really trotted, and Qian Yan laughed at her childishness: "The wheels of this chair are specially designed and installed, so even if a heavy person sits on it, it won't be too obvious when you push it. weight."

After talking about Qianyan, he seemed to feel that it was useless to explain more, anyway, he might have to say it again tomorrow.

Thirteen didn't take Qian Yan's words to heart: "When we were running, the wind seemed to be playing with us."

Ke Mingyue always arrived earlier than everyone else, and when she saw Shisan and Qian Yan came to class together, she always had a worried expression on her face: "Good morning, you two beauties."

"Good morning, Mr. Ke." Shisan put down her bag, picked up a rag and a water basin, and began to scrub and scrub. Because Qianyan was inconvenient to move, she was not assigned to the cleaning task. Every morning when Shisan came, she would be conscious Do all the scrubbing with ease.

Seeing Ke Mingyue walking out with a bag of things as usual, Qian Yan asked, "Where is Teacher Ke going?"

"Be back in a while."

Teacher Mingyue glanced at Shisan, who was busy, and hurried out, temporarily telling Qian Yan as usual: "Don't let her go to the stairwell."

The door to the stairwell was locked, Qian Yan had noticed this early on.

Qian Yan followed Shisan in a wheelchair, watching her do the cleaning.Thirteen seemed so absorbed that he didn't even take a second look at her.

"Thirteen?"

Qian Yan repeated again: "Thirteen?"

Thirteen turned around and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay. I'll see if you're sweating profusely. Do you want to take a break?" Qian Yan called her by her name tentatively, so she had to make up some random words to reply.

Thirteen shook his head: "It's okay, and I've done something, I don't feel cold at all."

"How long have you been in the piano store?"

Qian Yan found a piece of linen to wet Shisan and twist it up, intending to give it to her, but Shisan stubbornly refused to pick up her linen, but continued to clean the dirty rag by herself, as if she couldn't see Qian Yan's action at all: " It's been two years."

"Why do you want to be a piano teacher?"

"Because I like piano and children, someone told me that I can be a piano teacher." Thirteen wiped the piano with a dry cloth, but his movements slowed down, his eyes unconsciously dazed for a while.

Qian Yan opened the cover of the piano, tapped the keys lightly and skillfully, and the big and thick piano suddenly became cheerful and bright: "Who is it?"

"Yes……."

The melody of the piano came and went in and out of Thirteen's ears, turning into clear notes. She dragged the rag with her two fingers and stirred back and forth. She couldn't remember, and there were only notes in her head. Finally, she smiled: "Qian Yan plays really well."

Qian Yan pressed the end of the song: "Teacher Thirteen is also very good at playing the piano."

When Ke Mingyue came back, Shisan was already mopping the floor, and Qian Yan was still playing music to the piano. Even though he was also a piano teacher, Teacher Ke Mingyue had to admire Qian Yan's level: "It is worthy of being trained abroad. of."

"Thank you."

Seeing Ke Mingyue came back, Qian Yan stopped playing and closed the piano cover: "Where did Teacher Mingyue go?"

"Just leave for a while."

"It seems that I go to the place where Shisan lives at this time every day." Qian Yan told the truth of what she discovered in the past few days without any concealment, and noticed that Teacher Ke Mingyue's face suddenly became tense and a little embarrassed.

"How did you know?" Ke Mingyue herself didn't want to do this kind of thing. Every morning before going to work, she would buy a breakfast and put it in front of Shisan's door. Go to her house, put it in the cabinet under the bed, then help her clean up and come back here.

Ever since she came to the piano shop, she has been doing this kind of thing every day. She knows very little about Shisan, but just repeats the way Kou obediently told her. After a long time, she naturally treats this thing as a secret Like Qian Yan who suddenly found out, he always seemed uneasy in his heart.

"Mr. Ke, you forgot again, I live opposite Shisan."

Originally, Qianyan's courses were scheduled according to the normal schedule, and there were relatively few courses. There were basically no classes in the morning, but she still got up early every day and came to class with Shisan. This made Ke Mingyue very dissatisfied Solution: "This way."

"Why did Mr. Ke do this?"

"what?"

Ke Mingyue just started tidying up the front desk belonging to her office area, and Thirteen just happened to be mopping the floor here: "Lift up your feet."

Ke Mingyue walked out of the door, and Qian Yan quickly stood with her under the eaves: "Why do you do such a thing every day?"

"I do not know either."

Ke Mingyue began to be afraid of Qian Yan, although this person is always very polite, smiling, and speaks slowly, especially her temperament is very elegant, but she always seems to know your mind, and there seems to be nothing wrong She didn't know, Mingyue hesitated for a while, and said in her heart that there should be no influence: "Thirteen's mental state is not good, and his memory is not very good, you can usually see this, maybe yesterday She will not remember most of what happened, but it is not obvious. If you observe carefully, you will find it. Remember this happened."

"So who asked you to take care of her?" Although Qian Yan already knew who it was, she still wanted to confirm.

Teacher Mingyue stared at Qianyan defensively: "Why are you so concerned about Shisan?"

"What threat can I, a disabled person, pose to Thirteen? I just feel sympathy for her situation. Don't you feel pitiful when you see her living like a robot every day?" Qian Yan said this in a flat tone, With a slight smile on his face.

Teacher Mingyue still felt uneasy: "She is already in a very good state. Don't disturb her rhythm of life. The consequences will be very bad."

Ke Mingyue didn't know what the worst consequences would be, but she had been repeatedly indoctrinated by Kou Guaiai to the point that she always believed that the consequences were absolutely terrible.

"I've finished mopping inside, and I'm going to trouble you to move your place again." Shisan held the mop and smiled at the two of them and said, "Every time I sweat after mopping, I feel my whole body is always warm."

Teacher Ke Mingyue also responded to her as usual: "That's why I have been entrusting this homework to you."

Qian Yan drove the wheelchair to the yard, turned around and watched Shisan concentrate on scrubbing every inch of the bricks on the steps, and watched the air exhaled from her mouth dissipate like smoke in the cold outdoor air .

She rummaged through the bag next to the wheelchair for a while, found a small cassette camera and opened it.

She pressed the shutter in the direction of Thirteen.Then he called again: "Thirteen, Thirteen, look here."

When Shisan heard the voice, she smiled and turned to look at her. Before she could speak, Qian Yan pressed the shutter to freeze everything: "I'll take a picture for you, and I'll develop the picture for you in a few days."

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