The Blind and the Deaf - Chapter 7

It was already nine o’clock in the evening when Mr. Miao sent Xiao Zhang back to the dormitory. Xiao Zhang felt that he hadn’t been this happy for a long time since he left home to work.

His roommate went to the washroom to wash up, and Xiao Zhang sat alone on the dormitory bed. He felt his stomach was full until nine o’clock, with the freshly baked soufflé Mr. Miao had given him in his hand. He hadn’t been like this for a long time, just sitting around having a good time, not knowing what to do at all. When he thought of the scene of playing chess with Mr. Miao, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Thinking to himself, Mr. Miao is in his thirties, why is he still so immodest. Obviously, he was about to lose, but he actually threw the cat on the chessboard and said that the game didn’t count. Mr. Xiao Zhang’s ears were so good that he couldn’t hide this little trick from him.

When Xiao Zhang’s eyes were not completely blind, he once learned to play chess with someone. Later, because of the lack of recreational activities, he gradually practiced playing blind chess, not to mention that he was quite good at it. Therefore, he did not spare any effort to show his skills in playing blind chess – he ignored Mr. Miao’s pleas of “Forget it, forget it!” 的求饶，摸索着摸索着，把棋盘给复原了。 In the end, Mr. Miao was defeated. Mr. Miao cried and laughed, rubbed his head and said, “You little baby, for the sake of the custard, also …… not let me!”

Xiao Zhang laughed and rubbed his face, got up and touched the restroom to rinse his face. He walked between the restroom and the dormitory and decided to digest.

After that, it was gradually falling into fall.
Mr. Miao still maintained his routine, coming in every two weeks for a lumbar spine push. Xiao Zhang always sent him an extra shoulder and neck massage, and if he met Mr. Miao with a bit of a cold, he would give him a fire cupping. Sometimes when Zhang didn’t have to work the night shift, he would go to Mr. Miao’s house to sit down and have a bowl of rice. He wasn’t afraid that Mr. Miao would think he was too much trouble – even the shuttlecock kids at the door were often entertained by him.

However, Zhang liked Mr. Miao’s cooking more than he liked Mr. Miao as a person. Although Mr. Miao had difficulty speaking, he would use great patience to tell him what the sky looked like, what color the cat’s eyes were, and what kind of fish were in the river at the door. Mr. Miao used his characteristic, slow tone of voice to tell in detail about the places he had been. Xiao Zhang felt like he was sharing his vision and, along with it, his memories.
Ah …… Mr. Miao is really a warm person. Xiao Zhang sometimes thought so.

One day after winter, Xiao Zhang sat on the sofa in Mr. Miao’s house. He reached out to explore and touched Mr. Miao’s arm. He thought about it and asked for the first time, “Mr. Miao, can I know what you look like?”

He closed his eyes and listened, hearing the sound of the couch moving slightly and the light friction of clothing. He felt Mr. Miao lean forward and bring his face to his.
“Mmm.” Mr. Miao obliged.
Chang blushed again. He was a little embarrassed. He raised his hand numbly and touched Mr. Miao’s face, carefully tracing his features with his fingertips. He felt Mr. Miao’s breath close to him.

He felt the broad forehead, thick eyebrows, high nose, he felt that this should be a “quite manly, but also very kind” look, I can’t say.

“Mr. Miao, where is sister-in-law?” Xiao Zhang asked coldly.
Mr. Miao gave a helpless low laugh and said, “Gone to pursue, a better life.”
Xiao Zhang understood, and after some thought, said, “Then, if there’s anything I can do to help in the future, just ask. We can also lead a better life.”
“Ay,” Mr. Miao replied with a smile, “There are a lot of places where I want Little Nurse to help …… me.”

Mr. Miao’s dry, thick hand touched Xiao Zhang’s head. Xiao Zhang blushed again.