Shen Ting has been able to hear everyone's thoughts since he was seven years old. My mother smiled and said "it's okay", but she was crying in her heart. My deskmate said "We are good friends" and was comparing ourselves in my mind. She learned to keep her distance—not to listen, not to see, not to think. She thought this would be it for the rest of her life.
Until I took the project to illustrate a carpenter's furniture. She habitually "listened" when entering the door - and then froze.
The apprentice is thinking about playing ball, the customer is calculating the price, and the passing courier is scolding the bad road. Everyone is there. Only he - was quiet.
Not hollow, but deep. Like a lake in the middle of the night, all the waves are too deep for her to reach.
This is the first time in her life that she needs to understand someone in an "ordinary way". Ask her what she found - she has absolutely no idea.
A person who can hear everything, and a person who hides everything under the sea. Two people who didn't know how to get close walked towards each other awkwardly using wood, beads and a long silence.
