The Attempt to Reconciliation Chapter 2

"Do you know how big this business is? The contract has been signed and you can't say anything anymore?" Jackson roared on the other side of the phone.

Roger turned on the speakerphone, threw the phone on the bed, held the sheets with his hands, looked up at the ceiling, and drew circles on the ground casually with his toes: "I'm injured and can't go. Please help me move the job." "

"Injured? What injury? Weren't you fine yesterday?" Jackson asked.

"I fell today." Roger said calmly, kicking the locker under the bed with his heel.

"Wrestling? Is your hand okay?" Jackson asked anxiously.

Roger's fingers curled up nervously.

He slowly smiled, covered the back of his left hand with his right hand, caressed it carefully, and said in a tone of regret mixed with schadenfreude: "I just broke my hand. When I fell, I put my hand on the ground, so my finger was broken."

"You..." Jackson paused for a few seconds and asked in a low voice, "Then you won't be able to play the piano during this time?"

Roger raised his eyebrows and answered readily: "Yes!"

He added fuel to the fire: "Not only now, but it is very likely that I will not be able to play in the future."

"How is that possible!" The other person's pacing voice came from the receiver. "The doctor said so? Is it really that serious?"

"Well," Roger said slowly, "to be precise, it's not that I can't play it, it's that I can't play it well. But you know, playing it badly means that for someone like me, I can't play it at all."

"As long as you can play." Jackson interrupted him, "When does the doctor say that I can play at the earliest? Mr. Lin wants to sign a long-term contract, so it doesn't matter if you can't play for the time being. You go and meet first and agree."

"I'm not going." Roger's face turned cold.

The two were quiet for a few seconds before a gloomy male voice sounded from the receiver: "Roger, are you not injured?"

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Roger remained silent.

Jackson regained his initial arrogance, and his cold voice was mixed with the sound of keys colliding fiercely: "You are at home now, right? I will go find ------ right away"

Roger hung up the phone and threw the phone aside.

Cream was lying next to him obediently, but now she stood up, put her chin on his shoulder, and looked at him with a pair of kind-hearted dog eyes.

Roger touched the dog's head, smiled, and said angrily, "I don't want to go."

Although he didn't know why Oliver suddenly asked him out, he felt uncomfortable when he heard the name, let alone playing the piano for him.

Not only would he not play it for Oliver, he would never touch the piano again.

He held up the dog's head and stared into the golden retriever's eyes: "I did the right thing, right?"

The golden retriever's smile narrowed and his brows furrowed, seeming a little confused.

But it soon grinned and called out happily: "Woof!"

"Well, you think I did it right." Roger said with satisfaction.

He glanced at his phone and changed the ringtone first.

He turned on the rear camera of his phone and looked at himself in the camera.

A strange yet familiar look.

Three years later, he had just regained his sight and saw his face in the mirror in the same way.

She has a small face, a pointed chin, and soft and delicate facial features. She is not particularly bright and beautiful, but gentle and kind, which makes people feel comfortable. There is a little arc at the corner of her eyes, which makes her innocent appearance more attractive.

He has a slim figure, and his loose pajamas hang loosely on his shoulders, revealing his delicate collarbones and a white chest. He looks like a delicate and graceful lily of the valley.

Three years later, the outline of his face seems to be a little more obvious, especially the curvature of the corners of his eyes, which will become more imposing.

He opened his address book, first found the names of his brother and friends, and reported the good news to them.

The friend didn't reply. According to Roger's understanding of him, he must be sleeping now.

He was also going to ask him to have dinner together. If he couldn't wake up, he would have to eat by himself.

Benjamin Bai called back immediately.

The usually calm male voice finally had mood swings: "Are your eyes healed?"

"Yeah." Roger rubbed his nose to get rid of the sour feeling, "Brother, I can see it."

"I'm going to find you." The deep male voice revealed excitement.

Roger vaguely heard the voices of people discussing on his side, and said with a smile: "You should work first, there is no rush at this time. Do you have time on the weekend? Let's have dinner together."

"I'll come to see you later today after I finish what I'm doing." Benjamin paused and said, "I'll bring you your favorite food."

Roger nodded frantically: "Yeah!"

"Do your parents know?" Benjamin asked again.

Roger's smile faded, and he pulled at the tip of his hair in annoyance: "I haven't told them yet."

"Then let's not talk about it for now." Benjamin didn't force it.

Benjamin was probably still in a meeting. Roger didn't want to disturb him, so he hung up the phone after saying a few words.

Roger locked everything related to the piano in the room, wiped his sweat, and prepared to familiarize himself with other rooms.

As soon as he opened the door, something grabbed his trouser leg. He looked down and saw Cream was holding his trouser leg and dragging it backwards.

Roger tilted his head:?

Cream barked twice, ran to the blind stick, and barked at him again.

It seems to be saying: You forgot to take something.

Roger felt warm in his heart.

He walked over, half squatted down, and touched the dog's head: "I don't need this now."

Cream shook her head and patted the blind cane with her paw, confusion written on her face.

"I can see now, so I don't need this thing," Roger held the cane in place, thought for a moment, and helped Cream take off the chest strap, "I don't need you to lead the way either."

Cream was not used to being free from the shackles yet. He scratched his neck with his hind legs, then stood up and shook his head energetically.

Man------day------dog------hair.

Roger brushed away the dog hair in front of him, turned his head and coughed a few times: "You are free now."

Anyway, in your own home, you can run wherever you want.

Without the harness, the golden retriever was more active than before, jumping several meters away at once.

It ran out, looked back and saw that Roger was still behind, then jumped back and walked slowly with him.

Roger just said that there was no need for cream to lead the way, but he regretted it as soon as he left the house.

He really doesn't know where Golden Retriever is.

Years of blindness have made him better at using hearing and touch to identify directions, but suddenly there is interference from visual information, which makes him less understanding than before.

And he bought this small villa after winning the award. At that time, he was in the limelight, high-spirited and generous with his money. He bought a quite large house and hired a specialized designer to design it, striving to be simple and elegant. But the only rooms he usually uses are the bedroom, piano room and dining room.

Cream is different. It knows the functions of each room very well. When Roger says a room name, it can quickly find its destination. It is so accurate that Roger suspects that it is not a real dog.

Of course, Roger soon discovered that no matter where he asked Cream to go, Cream would look at a certain room reluctantly.

The expectant look in the dog’s eyes is unbearable. Roger followed his will and pushed open the door, only to see a flash of white light. In the blink of an eye, Cream jumped a few meters away and stood in a corner wagging its tail.

refrigerator.

Cream pressed one paw on the refrigerator door and signaled to him with crazy eyes, her saliva almost dripping to the ground.

Roger chuckled, opened the refrigerator, and stood in front of it with his arms folded, pretending to think.

There is something furry on the waist that arches up and down. Cream also stood up, holding the refrigerator door with her front paws, and looked into the refrigerator with her big mouth open.

"Go down, you'll catch a cold in a while." Roger scolded with a smile, took out two ham sausages from the refrigerator, "bited" them in the microwave for half a minute, "warmed them for you to eat."

He sat on the sofa in the living room and fed the dog in an unskilled manner.

The live-in aunt walked into the living room holding a bouquet of newly picked flowers. When she saw him, she was stunned for half a second. She quickly put the flowers down and went to pick up the ham from his hand: "Why are you feeding the dog by yourself? I can just feed it." "

"It wanted to eat, so I fed it." Roger patted the minced ham sausage on his fingertips.

The live-in aunt shook her head and said helplessly: "After all, it is an animal. It will die when it sees something to eat. What if it bites your hand? I will be the one to do it from now on."

"Aunt Zhang," Roger lowered his eyes and said solemnly, "I can see it."

Aunt Zhang stared at him blankly for a long time, then patted her face and took a few steps forward excitedly: "Can you really see me? Can you see me?"

Although the person in front of him still had that handsome face, his dark eyes were no longer lifeless, but instead looked like pearls shining under the moonlight, warm and bright.

This touch of embellishment makes the whole face more radiant, as if the person in the painting suddenly came to life, beautiful, vivid and agile.

it is true......

"Yes, I can see it." Roger pointed to the flowers on the table, "This is hibiscus, pink, right?"

"Yes, yes!" Aunt Zhang said incoherently, "I...you can really see it! The Bodhisattva has really appeared!"

Roger helped her sit down and said with a smile, "Why are you more excited than me? It's true, I can really see it."

Aunt Zhang just sat down and then stood up, wiping tears: "I eat fast and recite Buddha's name every day, hoping that the Bodhisattva can make your eyes better. I didn't expect that the Bodhisattva really heard it."

Roger was slightly startled. He had hired Aunt Zhang to take care of his daily life. At that time, Aunt Zhang was ill and needed a lot of money to treat her. Her children passed the buck to each other and no one was willing to pay for the treatment. Aunt Zhang had no choice but to leave the hospital, thinking that she would not live long anyway, so she might as well do what she could while she was still able to move.

It happened that he had just moved out of his home and needed someone to take care of his daily life. Aunt Zhang was quick and skillful, cooked delicious food, and like him, was sick and despised by others, so he used the medical expenses to pay for her salary and recruited her.

Aunt Zhang has always been very kind to him and almost treats him as her own son. But he usually lives in seclusion, so he didn't know that Aunt Zhang had done these things.

He couldn't help but become serious: "Aunt Zhang, thank you for your hard work during this time. But you must take care of yourself first. I have been blind for so long and I am used to it. It doesn't matter if I can't see all the time."

"What's the trouble for me?" Aunt Zhang said. "If it weren't for you, I might have died long ago. People like us, half of our bodies have been buried in the ground. We just hope that we can have a good pregnancy in the next life. We usually worship Bodhisattva for this reason." Collect your own virtues. But you, a young man who stays at home every day and eats so lightly, may not be able to hold on. "

She slapped her forehead: "By the way, tonight's meal hasn't been cooked yet. Didn't you say you had an appointment tonight, why haven't you left yet?"

"I'm not going." Roger said with a smile.

"Then I have to cook right away," Aunt Zhang hurried to the kitchen and came back mumbling, "No, today is such a big happy event, I have to make a good meal to celebrate, I'll go buy some groceries right away."

"No, I'll go out to eat later," Roger saw the disappointment on Aunt Zhang's face and added, "In two days, brother will have time, let's celebrate together."

Aunt Zhang nodded hurriedly: "Okay."

"You continue with your work." Roger waved his hand.

Aunt Zhang picked up the freshly picked flowers and placed them in the vase.

Her hands were shaking a little and she almost cut her hand when pruning the branches, but the smile on her face never disappeared.

"The old gentleman and the old lady must be very happy, as well as Mr. Bai." She muttered, "Now that you can see, you will definitely be able to play the piano better."

A shadow flashed across Roger's face.

He whispered, "Aunt Zhang, lock up the piano room."

Aunt Zhang was puzzled: "Why? Don't you practice piano every day?"

"No training for this period of time. Lock it up first."

Aunt Zhang didn't understand, but she nodded obediently: "Okay. Your eyes are fine now, and there are many things to play with. It's good to do something else."

Roger played with the dog for a while and felt that it was about time for him to go out.

He didn't want to be pressured by Jackson to go to a place to eat. Jackson is a very strong person, and Roger is not able to deal with it.

My friend's call came late.

A lazy male voice sounded: "What do you want from me? I just woke up."

"Do you have time tonight? Let's go out for dinner." Roger got straight to the point.

"Yes, what do you want to eat?" The other person yawned, "Why do you suddenly want to go out to eat? The food cooked by Aunt Zhang is so delicious, it makes me hungry."

"I can see it."

"Oh, so~" the tone from the other side suddenly became higher, accompanied by the sound of something falling to the ground, "can you see it?"

"Well, so I want to celebrate. Let's go out to eat."

"My foot------hiss--" The other side seemed to have hit something, and he kept inhaling, "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Then..." Roger rolled his eyes, "Eat that."

***

In a French restaurant in the downtown business district.

The reddish-brown lights are ambiguous, and the mellow and deep piano music flows in the room. Men and women in luxurious clothes clink wine glasses to each other and whisper in low voices.

A handsome young man sat by the window.

He was tall and straight, wearing a well-tailored suit, with his legs crossed and his hands casually placed on his legs. This action was originally very ordinary, but when he did it, it gave people a sense of elegance and nobility.

On his right hand side was a bouquet of gorgeous roses, leaning against the window, casting bright and attractive reflections on the window.

This is a sky restaurant. Sitting by the window, you can enjoy the night view of the city from the best angle.

There was only a bottle of red wine on his table, which had been opened. The rich aroma of the wine made people drowsy.

He took a sip of red wine and looked towards the door of the restaurant.

The young man raised his wrist to look at his watch from time to time, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was waiting for someone.

The female customers around him frequently glanced at him and whispered to him.

He ignored the admiring looks of those around him.

Finally, a hotly dressed beauty came forward with a smile and tapped the back of his hand with her fingertips painted with bright nail polish: "Are you alone?"

He looked away, pushed her hand away naturally, and said politely and distantly: "Waiting for someone."

His tone was calm, but the coldness in his eyes made people shudder.

It turned out that I was waiting for someone.

It seems that there is no chance.

The beauty shrugged and left.

The young man looked back at the door.

Every few minutes a waiter would usher new customers into the lobby, but they were not the ones he was waiting for.

He raised his hand to look at his watch again.

It shouldn't be.

That person was supposed to arrive twenty minutes ago.

Why haven't you come yet?

"Mr. Lin, will the food be served now?" the foreman of the restaurant stood at the table and asked cautiously.

"No, wait for someone to come." Oliver came back to his senses, smiled slightly, and said gently and politely.

The foreman breathed a sigh of relief: "If you have any questions, you can always call me."

Oliver waved his hand, indicating that he should not bother himself.

He was still looking at the restaurant door.

Why haven't you come yet?

That person is very punctual. According to his habit, he should arrive half an hour early and then sit nervously in his seat to practice the meeting process.

It seemed that his request was too urgent and the other party had no time to prepare.

When he thought about meeting that person soon, Oliver couldn't help but smile.

The last time we met, that person was quite frightened. This time he must give that person a better memory.