I thought that Yang Yumo might be pretending to sleep, but I didn't expect that he would say such a thing.
My heart trembled slightly, I almost broke my gong. Fortunately, my gong is not bad.
Looking back, I looked at Yang Yumo in confusion and gestured towards him. I thought he was asleep, so I wanted to leave.
Seeing Yang Yumo just looking at me with lazy eyes, I seemed to realize that he couldn't understand sign language, so I took out my hand and wrote on the rice paper: "I thought my master was asleep, so I planned to leave."
I was just explaining to Yang Yumo why I left, but Yang Yumo looked straight at me, lightly opened his thin lips and said: "I want you to sing nursery rhymes, Ping'er, I can't sleep."
"Leader, I'm sorry, I can't speak, and naturally I can't sing nursery rhymes." I quickly wrote on the rice paper. Seeing that Yang Yumo was still looking at me, with doubts, I wrote again, "I will read it carefully, I will understand."
Lip reading is just a matter of getting used to communicating with sign language or writing.”
"Ping'er, you are very smart. Just by observing my expression, you will know what I am thinking." Yang Yumo said again.
I lowered my head and felt a little at a loss. After a long while, I replied: "This is the first time that I have been praised by someone. Thank you, leader."
Yang Yumo seemed to be looking at me. I lowered my head, but I could still feel his eyes lingering on me. An instigating voice sounded, and he lay back.
Time was passing quickly again, and I stood sideways in front of Yang Yumo's bed. After a long while, he suddenly stood up again, pulled me to his bed, and gestured for me to sit down. I hesitated, shook my hands, and didn't dare to sit down.
This was against the rules. He held my face, looked straight at me, and said, "Ping'er, look at me." I nodded and waited for him to finish, "I'm really curious about Ping'er's voice.
I would also like to hear whether Ping'er's voice when singing nursery rhymes to me is beautiful. You sit in front of my bed and wait for me to sing nursery rhymes to you."
Having said that, Yang Yumo really started singing.
I looked straight at Yang Yumo's thin lips, as if I was watching him sing nursery rhymes, but in fact, all his songs floated into my ears, "...Insects fly, insects fly, who are you missing..."
"
His voice when singing nursery rhymes was better than mine, a little hoarse and sexy, and countless times better than my Duckling voice. At this moment, I felt that the hatred I had towards Yang Yumo had disappeared without a trace...
Sure enough, he and I no longer owe each other anything.