"The doctor said I have selective aphasia and it cannot be cured."
"But you can understand at a glance that I am painting silence."
In a car accident eight years ago, Lin Xingluo lost his mother and his voice.
She thought that for the rest of her life, only the layers of blue on the canvas would be left, which she could not say.
Jiang Chenguang, the "proud son" of the music department, was stuck before the international competition - he couldn't write a soulful song.
Until he broke into the abandoned studio and saw the unfinished dark blue self-portrait.
He blurted out: "You're painting silence, aren't you?"
The girl ran away in panic, but left behind a musical note necklace.
From then on, the two "voiceless" people began a silent dialogue.
He responds to her colors in sign language and piano;
She responded to his melody with her paintbrush and gradually recovered syllables.
But on the way to healing wounds, there are always people reminding them that they are "inappropriate".
"She is mute and you are a genius. You will have no future."
"His brother committed suicide and he also has psychological problems. Stay away from him."
When rumors, pressure and shadows of the past come together,
Can they still believe——
Some sounds don't require ears to hear;
Some light comes from the wound.
