The notes floating in Bilian's mind were beating, as if a nameless antenna was stimulating and stimulating her restless and restless sympathetic nerves, turning on the tape recorder, listening to the radio, dialing one hertz after another, turning on and off, turning off and on, but she could never find the erratic heart she was looking for, like duckweed floating around, erratic. www.biquge.infoSuddenly, a voice, a shadow, and a word lingered in her cerebral cortex, and she thought that it was her!

In the swimming pool, an aunt said that she was a neighbor in the West Courtyard, and her uncle was a deaf and dumb couple in the East Courtyard. Bilian said to herself reproachfully, "These days, my memory has been swallowed up by something, the grace of dripping water should be repaid with a spring, cast with peach and plum, and repay with Qiong Yao, how did I recite and recite silently every day become a paper talk?"

Perhaps, Bilian, she herself has forgotten that there was a post station in her life, for her, whether it was a turning point in her life or not, it was enough for her young heart to carry too much. During the period of amnesia recovery, whether on the street or at home, that is, on occasions that she is familiar with and can no longer be familiar, hearing someone call her name, what a familiar smile, how kind of smile it is, and she can only squeak in a dumb tone with an unhurried tone, less than two sentences, the other party can see through the waves in her heart, and still have an embarrassing self-explanation, "Lian, maybe forget, can't you remember?

Many times, many times, Bi Lian gratefully asked herself, why God is so kind to me, why the other party is so close to herself, and thought about one moment after another, and even after a few twenty-four hours, Ren Hui's eyes were pulling, thinking that the blood vessels in her scalp seemed to be beating, even her temples were beating, and her headache was almost dizzy, and she still couldn't remember the other party's name. Whenever the night comes quietly, Bi Lian doesn't know if the liquid called tears flows gently, down her cheeks, drips onto the pillow towel, and lets her wet hairline, she wipes it with one hand unconsciously, what is this moist thing? Why is it embarrassing again and again, but everyone has no complaints and complaints about her generosity, selflessness, and kindness, what kind of heart, what kind of generosity and selflessness and so tolerance and tolerance.

But in the depths of Bilian's memory, there are precipitated scenes, the sophomore in the uncle's house to run the fire to eat, sometimes, the uncle is at home, Bilian simply cooks porridge and cooks rice, but there are many times, the uncle is not at home, Bilian will take the steamed bun in her hand, find a leaf at the door of the uncle to sit down, eat the steamed bun with relish, and recite the English words in the pocket, whenever this time, a deaf and dumb couple in the east courtyard will take turns serving tea and pouring a glass of water, silently sent to Bilian, and squeaked to the lock of the door behind Bilian, as if to say, "The door is locked, if you don't open the door, let's drink a glass of water first!"

Bilian's footsteps followed the drift of thoughts, and came, the alley where her uncle once lived, how many laughs he had given her, how many tears he had given her, how many helpless little alleys he had given her, only to see, the alley was still so small, so narrow, so narrow, so dark, the corner of the wall seemed to be covered with green shade and moss, the canopy on the wall was lush, the branches were luxuriant, dense, and a refreshing and cold summer was pervasive, covering up the heat and restlessness of summer. Bi Lian walked to the door of a room, her footsteps stagnated, motionless, so calm and indifferent, as if she was quiet and gloomy, a thorn in her heart, faintly painful, why do people go to the empty building, things are not people?

Bilian's footsteps were steady, and she came to a gate steadily, locked iron fence, she knew that it was bustling inside, but she couldn't hear the sound, because, in their world, there was no sound, no music, no restlessness, but it was so quiet, silent, and calm. But they have a tenacious heart, a heart that can't bear to face reality and succumb, as if in their world there is only joy, only laughter, only music, but the notes are so wonderful and intoxicating, looking up at the four words "deaf and dumb school" with eye-catching golden characters, Bilian seems to have found the heart that has been lost for a long time, a heart that wants to reach the post station at all costs, a heart that not only fills the gap in her emotions but is also calm, a long-lost sense of happiness and destiny, which makes her stop and stay.

One time, one moment, she quietly, her hands opened and shrunk, shrunk and opened, but she never put on any button of the doorbell, perhaps she couldn't bear to break such a silence, Bilian quietly became an auditor, but most of the auditors were outside the classroom, and she was outside the school gate.

The fruits and vegetables of her own planting, the fruits of the harvest, Bilian didn't know if she could deliver them to the children as she wished, but she still quietly carried a basket full of thin green cucumbers, one by one with white and delicate thorns, and the bright yellow stamens had not yet had time to pick off, and Bilian waited at the gate early in the morning.

Sincerely, the gold and stone are open. I don't know what alarmed a child, Xixi Lele was happy and surprised and wanted to run over, but just as Bi Lian was ready to wait, and handed him the gift that he had already prepared through the crack in the door, he didn't expect that when he ran more than half of the journey, he saw that he could come to Bi Lian after walking a few steps, but the little boy turned around and ran.

Just as she hesitated and wondered, the little boy ran over panting, not caring about sweating profusely, only to see him take a white thread from his neck, and then neatly use the only metal tool bound to the wire, the key, which is the key to open the city gate, Bilian happily entered the school for the deaf and dumb.

Bi Lian was also strange, she asked gently, what is your name, little friend, write it down on Bi Lian's hand? The three words "Han Dongfang" are so cordial, as if there is an inexplicable affection for them.

Later, I learned that Han Dongfang had no father and no mother, and lived at his cousin's house, and his father was sentenced to life for committing a murder by mistake, and he lived in prison for many years, and he didn't see the light of day, as if he had forgotten that there was another son on the earth, named Han Dongfang. Parents were separated, my mother couldn't hold back a lonely and restless heart, ran away from home, and there has been no news so far, and the elderly grandparents, who became ill due to daily work, were sick in bed for a long time, and soon passed away one after another. Fortunately, the cousin who met a distant relative, although he was single, was kind and benevolent, and he couldn't bear to leave the young Dongfang behind, and went to school while working, so he sent him to the current deaf and dumb school despite the opposition of his family and friends.

However, in Bi Lian's mind, she clearly remembers that the moment she took the basket from Dongfang Jumping and Joy in Bi Lian's hand, she saw only a simple happy and simple heart, and she didn't feel the sadness and desolation of his life experience at all.

In this big family, everyone can cry, make trouble, or go crazy, but there is no obscure, low, dirty language, some are clean and pure, simple and simple. Every time Lianbi carries the fruits of the harvest to share with everyone, the smiles are lovely, as if they are just blooming flowers, bright and dazzling, and Bilian gradually integrates into this big family.

Eat with the children, live together, study together, teach them to wash clothes, fold quilts, and read and write. Bi Lian remembers that once, teaching children the word "Li", a full two hours, passed, the children looked at the lip shape and could read and read, but when they wrote, they were still "son" on the "wood", what should I do, Bi Lian's face was flushed with urgency, and finally remembered that they would be imaged, although their world was silent, but their thinking consciousness was not worse than that of ordinary people. So, she explained, there is "wood" before "children", if there is no "wood" where does the "fruit" come from, the children smiled happily, and Dongfang also drew a big tree on the blackboard, lush and leafy, full of red, red, green and green fruits.

Every growth, every progress, and every moment of the children has touched Bilian's life, and she is happy to know each other. One day, as usual, I was about to go to tutoring, but unexpectedly, the teacher said that the principal's office had an invitation.

Bi Lian walked over and gently knocked on the door of the principal's office, only to see a man with dense black hair combed tightly behind her ears, thick thick black eyebrows that are not very delicate, thick mirage, and unsquare and round outlines, especially her eyes, Bi Lian looked at the pair of black and big round pupils, each look, although not a gaze, was enough to make her freeze in hysterical shock, perhaps it was the calmness, coldness, and composure of the woman in front of her, which made Bi Lian have a kind of indecipherable calmness and calmness.

"My surname is Han, are you here to volunteer, and how long have you been here?" the principal asked, introducing himself.

A capable and concise language overwhelmed Bilian, lowered her voice, and replied with insufficient confidence, "Hello Principal Han!" but there was no next sentence.

"You are so young, the school is not only one person responding, you are very caring, are you a life teacher?"

Bilian was still at a loss and didn't know how to respond, "Thank you for the compliment!"

"To be a life teacher, it's a little older, and middle-aged women can also serve, you?!"

The principal didn't have the next sentence, and Bilian hurriedly said, "Please make it clear to the principal and give me some guidance!"

I saw that the principal wrote a line of words without hurry, and handed Bilian a note,

"This is the address, zip code, contact person of China Sign Language Publishing House. ”

Bilian couldn't believe her ears, the woman in front of her gave her so much courage, once upon a time, she dreamed about it.

Bilian held it in her hand, staring at the symbols and lines in her hand, as if it were not just Chinese characters and numbers.

"Our teachers here teach students according to their mouth shapes, and each teacher is self-taught......"

Bilian came home, looked at it, and said, why don't you have a phone?! Perhaps, the principal has another intention, the phone call is not something that can be made casually. So, she couldn't hold back her beating heart, and wrote six pages with a pen in one breath, writing her thoughts and feelings to a person she had never met, and mailed an overweight letter according to the address on the note, as if it were an overweight heart. She waited anxiously, not expecting any reply, but fearing that her recklessness would disturb her.........

Unexpectedly, one day, the postman delivered it home and said, "Ye Bilian, there is your letter."

Bilian opened it impatiently and excitedly, it was really Beijing, and she was filled with tears of excitement by the sincere words word by line.

It turned out to be the heartfelt voice of Gu Zhengyin, editor of Renzhi Huaxia Education Publishing House in Haidian District, Beijing. In the letter, although I read a sentence, "Introduce myself, I am twenty-five years old this year...... but it all reveals that editor Gu Zhengyin is an angel with love.

On the surface words, Gu Zhengyin's editor only replied, "They are as talkative as each other", but they clearly feel that it is the collision of two hearts.

To Bilian's surprise, the two became pen pals. After that, every day before going to bed, Bilian had to touch and look at the two booklets of "Chinese Sign Language", thick, heavy, with a line of eye-catching text on the cover "Editor of the Chinese Association of the Deaf", and the first page was inscribed by Deng Pufang, a teacher who respected the greatness and was loved by all people. These two sign language dictionaries were given to Bilian by Gu Zhengyin's sister, not only that, Bilian cherishes it extraordinarily, in her eyes, it is not just a book, it is a fiery heart and a year-ring person's longing.

From the first page, the sign language expression of "people" begins to learn, and "the index fingers of both hands are put together in the shape of a 'person'", step by step. Kung fu does not take a lot of effort, and in just a few months, Bilian can use sign language to attend classes and cope with it easily.

She played with the children, went shopping, and went on a spring outing. Once, Bilian and a group of children played, played, flew kites, and were having fun, only listening to "This leap girl, so tall and handsome, why is she a dumb, it's a pity!" When Bilian heard this sentence clearly, she remembered inexplicably that she had forgotten that she was the tallest among this group of children, and she only cared about communicating with the children in sign language, but she forgot the sound language, no wonder the grandma next to her question. So, Bilian responded to Grandma with a light smile, as if everything was reasonable, so natural and harmonious.