Talking tablemates chase after me

Although I still asked Ming Xi if he was "calculating" himself with Ming Mei again, but before asking, Ding Jinyu already had the answer in his heart——

Obviously not.

If Ming Mei acted coquettishly and said that he wanted to go to the scene to listen to his performance, he might not be able to bear it, but the little girl looked disappointed just now, she almost shed tears, she didn't pretend at all.

And now Ming Xi's silence also corroborated his guess.

He was used to Mingba's chattering appearance, and now the quiet air around him seemed to have gained weight, making it suffocating.

"Sister..." Ming Xi's long eyelashes drooped pitifully just like Ming Mei in the afternoon, "I haven't walked out of this alley for a long time."

Ding Jinyu vaguely heard Ming's father mutter a few words. Before him, Zhou Hao, who had known Mingxi since birth, could take his sister home for a while, but he could only stay with him for an hour.

At that time, he thought that Father Ming was just thanking him for helping to take care of Ming Mei and being polite to himself, but now it seems to be true.

"She finally agreed to go to the show with me...I..." Ming Xi sighed, "I just don't want to disappoint her."

Ding Jinyu turned her head to look at her deskmate who was slumped on the lamppost, with complex emotions locked in her brows, she couldn't tell whether it was distress or shock.

"How long?" he asked softly.

Could it be that after that "trauma", Mingmei never went out again?

"It's been more than a year." Ming Xi's voice was sleepy.

Ding Jinyu was often ridiculed as a wild child without parents when he was a child. Sometimes he was wronged because of this, and he didn't like to go out, but the little child could not be idle for two days.

It was hard for him to imagine how the lively little girl in Mingxi's WeChat profile picture had been locked up in the house for more than a year.

"The last time she went to the street..." Ming Xi shook her head, "It's not very good..."

He once told Ding Jinyu that when Ming Mei was a child, he liked the uncle next door who could play the harmonica very much.

Before she lost her sight, Mingmei's favorite place was the musical instrument store not far from home; at that time, Ming's father had promised that when she grew up a bit, he would choose a musical instrument and send her to learn it, but...

Misfortunes and accidents come earlier than growing up.

That was the year Mingxi was repeating her studies in the third year of junior high school, and she and her father took Mingmei to the hospital for a re-examination.

At that time, Ming Mei was only five years old. In order to coax her to cooperate with the doctor's examination, Ming's father promised to take her to the musical instrument store on the way home.

So more than a year after the accident, Ming Xi finally took her sister to her favorite musical instrument shop.

"Is it the musical instrument at the corner of the street from No. [-] Middle School?"

Ding Jinyu was amazed by some wonderful coincidences of fate.

Back then, the first violin in his life accompanied him throughout his childhood, accompanying him to live with others, and accompanied him to transfer schools and move. That violin was bought in that shop.

He still remembered that the boss was a fat middle-aged man who often boasted about his glorious past when he formed a band when he was young. Although it may be half-true, the boss can really play the electric guitar with enthusiasm.

But when he came back this time, he saw that although the musical instrument store was still there and the store had expanded a lot, the fat boss was no longer there.

"It's there." Ming Xi nodded, "But the boss changed later."

"It was changed when my sister left."

Now the store not only sells musical instruments, but also invites teachers to give lessons. There are guitars, pianos, zithers, and more common ones, except——

No one inside is invisible to the eye.

This makes little Ming Mei seem out of tune with everything.

At that time, Father Ming was pulling his daughter nervously, fearing that she would affect others, and even more afraid that she would bump into each other in the complicated and crowded musical instrument store.

"You can't see with your eyes, it's not that you're cut off from this world—" Ming Xi raised her eyes to look at Ding Jinyu, the sporadic light in her eyes reflected the street lamps, reflecting the moist light, "My sister used to be a carefree character, skinny and wild, but she looked After seeing him, I seem to be more sensitive to capturing emotions than before.”

Ding Jinyu recalled the night at Ming Xi's house for dinner, Ming Mei was nestled in the corner of the bed like a frightened rabbit——

should be true.

"Even if she can't see..." Ming Xi lowered her eyelids again, "She can still feel...or...can imagine..."

"People around her are curious and pointing at her."

From that time on, Ming Mei became sensitive and irritable, and did not allow others to remind her that her eyes were no longer able to see; it was also from that time on that she began to be reluctant to go out.

"My dad said that if my sister didn't wear pigtails, she would look more like a boy than me..." Ming Xi turned her head and rubbed her eyes, "Actually, she was stronger than me after the accident, and she often comforted my dad and me, but ..."

"She might just not be able to accept it, and even her favorite place has changed, and it seems that she can no longer be accepted."

Ding Jinyu pretended not to notice Ming Xi's little movements, and casually looked elsewhere.

"I remember you said that my sister is seven years old." He pretended to change the subject easily, "Have you ever thought about sending her to school?"

Maybe there are new classmates, friends, environment, everything will be different; at least from Ming Mei's disappointed eyes in the afternoon, he can see his sister's yearning for the school.

He himself was six or seven years old. Before children went to school, they had some expectations.

"I've thought about it." Ming Xi nodded, "My dad asked about it, but my younger sister can only go to a special school, she..."

"I don't want to." He thought for a while and added, "My dad and I are also reluctant."

There are all kinds of children in special schools. Compared with deaf-mute or other handicapped children, complete blindness and my sister's age mean that the judgment of danger is almost zero.

"There is only one special school in Panyang City. There are not many teachers, but there are many children..." Mingxi lowered her head, "We..."

Whether it is him or Father Ming, there is still one last hope——

As long as she waits for the corneal donor and schedules the operation, my sister can see again, and she can enter an ordinary school and live an ordinary life like an ordinary child.

Even though Ming Xi turned his head to one side, when Ding Jinyu turned his head, he could not help but see his thin shoulders trembling slightly.

"Why "Butter-Fly"?" He asked a little abruptly: "I thought my sister's favorite would be "letitgo"."

Ming Xi turned her head and looked at Ding Jinyu in astonishment, her eyes were moist, but she soon burst out laughing.

"My younger sister has never watched "Digimon", of course she likes "Frozen", she can't wait to pretend to be Elsa every day—" He smiled helplessly, "She listens to that music box eight hundred times a day, if I really want to learn "Frozen" letitgo", isn't it too easy for her to catch me playing the wrong note?"

"Then how shameless I am as an older brother."

Ding Jinyu rolled her eyes, to the effect that you are embarrassing enough now.

Originally, he thought that Ming Xi would have a truckload of words to refute him, but he saw Ming Xi slowly put away his smile and looked at him seriously.

"actually……"

"After my sister can't see, I will tell her all the cartoons." He twitched the corners of his mouth wearily, as if he wanted to give Ding Jinyu a smile, but the dimples still didn't appear on his face, "she asked When I was a child, what cartoon was my favorite to watch, and I casually answered "Digimon".

"Later, I asked her what she wanted to do most when she could see it. I thought she would say go to a musical instrument store or go to school..."

Ming Xi looked at Ding Jinyu's expressionless but handsome young face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and lightly tapped her forehead in a strange way, leaning on Ding Jinyu's shoulder.

"But my sister said..." he sniffed, "she wants to watch Digimon."

Although the movement was very light, it was the same as when he sat on the back seat of Ding Jinyu's bicycle for the first time. He could feel Ding Jinyu's body tense instantly, as if it would bounce off like a broken rubber band in the next second.

"At the same table." He gently closed his eyelids, "Let's sit for a while, okay?"

His feeble voice was soft and nasal.

"Just for a while."