Here are the translations: : Either near or far

Author: Rao Xueman
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Publish Date: 2003-10-01
Features: Since the death of the boy she loved, Tianyi, a girl, has been secretly heartbroken and unable to move on. She is innocently entangled in the relationship between her girlfriend Ye Xixi and Yu Feng, and her troubles begin to lead her to enjoy listening to the singing of the older boy Ling Xia from the next door on the balcony. His band's fresh and warm songs give her a subtle comfort. Meanwhile, Ling Xia also develops a quiet tenderness for Tianyi, who possesses literary talent and is delicate and sensitive. In their on-again, off-again emotional interactions, her mother's rough interference, her uncle's understanding and support, and the vivid guidance of her home tutor Luo Lin intertwine Tianyi's seventeenth year with tears and joy. However, a misunderstanding leads Tianyi and Ling Xia to part ways. Two years later, the girl who finally got into university discovers Ling Xia's album in a record store, and the album is titled Tianyi.
At the age of fifteen, I dropped out of school due to glaucoma. To treat me, my parents spent all their savings, yet I could still only see faint, blurry light. The only thing I could do was stay at home all day. Losing my sight made my ears exceptionally sensitive. I lived on the sixth floor, but I could hear my parents' footsteps as they walked downstairs from the first floor. They always hurried, afraid something might happen to me at home. I knew they were most worried about the boy who lived above us, called Black Skin. I didn’t know his real name, but everyone called him Black Skin. His mother had passed away early, and his father couldn’t control him at all. His biggest hobby was breaking into other people’s homes to steal things. Almost every house on our floor had been robbed by him. I still remember one time when I was sitting at home quietly and suddenly heard a voice say, “Can’t you see at all?” I was terrified and almost fainted. “Who?” “Black Skin,” he said. “Don’t be afraid. Your family is so poor, I won’t steal anything.” “You scared me,” I said. “How did you get in?” “It’s too simple for me, my lord,” he said. “It’s nothing.” “Strange,” I said. “I can hear every sound, but I really didn’t hear you come in.” “That’s skill,” he said proudly, smiling. “I’m leaving, but I’ll be back. I promise you won’t hear me coming in again.” “Don’t be so confident.” I said. “Alright then, let’s see who’s tougher next time.” This time, he left through the door, and I heard the sound of the door closing softly. I told my mom what happened, and she was terrified. She kept urging me to lock the door from the inside whenever they weren’t home. Mom is such a good mom. I leaned into her arms without saying a word. She stroked my long hair and said, “Xiao Huan, Mom will find a way. We won’t give up.” I shook my head and stopped her from saying more. I knew Mom and Dad had already tried every possible solution. Besides, Dad had lost his job and was now doing manual labor for a private boss. It was exhausting, and his salary was being delayed month after month. They thought I knew nothing, but in reality, I understood everything. The only thing I could do was try to cause as little trouble as possible for them. As Mom asked, I locked the door every day, but secretly, I wished Black Skin would appear silently again. Days without anyone talking were truly lonely. But Black Skin didn’t come for a long time. I thought he wasn’t that tough either. It seemed a simple lock had stopped him. When alone, listening to the radio was a great choice. My favorite program was Qianran’s Show. Her show had endless good songs on boring afternoons, and you could even call in to chat with her. Qianran’s voice sounded incredibly warm, like a big sister next door. I remember the first time I mustered the courage to participate in Qianran’s show. That day, she said on the program, “A meteor shower is coming soon. Are you planning to watch it? Even though it’s at night and a bit cold, holding your loved one’s hand and making wishes with a meteor is truly the most romantic thing in the world.”
Since the death of the boy she loved, Tianyi, a girl, has been secretly heartbroken and unable to move on. She is innocently entangled in the relationship between her girlfriend Ye Xixi and Yu Feng. Her troubles begin to lead her to enjoy listening to the singing of the older boy Ling Xia from the next door on the balcony. His band’s fresh and warm songs give her a subtle comfort. Meanwhile, Ling Xia also develops a quiet tenderness for Tianyi, who possesses literary talent and is delicate and sensitive. In their on-again, off-again emotional interactions, her mother’s rough interference, her uncle’s understanding and support, and the vivid guidance of her home tutor Luo Lin intertwine Tianyi’s seventeenth year with tears and joy. However, a misunderstanding leads Tianyi and Ling Xia to part ways. Two years later, the girl who finally got into university discovers Ling Xia’s album in a record store, and the album is titled Tianyi.