My name is Mu Sheng, majoring in photography, and my hearing is not very good.
My college roommate Ji Jingyang is from the physical education department and has a loud voice. He thought my world was quiet, so he developed a habit of whispering the truth when I couldn't hear him.
When he turned off the air conditioner that night during his freshman year, he muttered, "What should I do if I catch a cold?" On a rainy day in his sophomore year, he turned the entire umbrella sideways and his right shoulder got completely wet. At two o'clock in the morning in his junior year, he said to the darkness, "It's you." After dinner in my senior year, he put his arm around my shoulders and said, "This is my best brother." On the eve of graduation, he sat by my bed, thinking I was asleep, and said, "I like you. I have liked you since freshman year. Forget it, he can't hear me anyway."
He doesn't know that I can hear it. From day one, every word was audible.
He doesn't know that there is an encrypted folder called "J" in my computer, which contains hundreds of his photos. He didn't know that I had already seen a glimpse of "He doesn't eat coriander" written in his black notebook. Unbeknownst to him, the folder was later changed to "END" and finally "START".
On graduation day, he stood at the door dragging his suitcase and said the last words in a low voice: "It's a pity that he can't hear me."
I chased to the school gate with bare feet and shouted with all my strength, "I can hear you. From the first day on, I can hear every word."
Four years, pretending to be asleep, taking secret photos, post-it notes, lemon candies, and 312A batteries. From roommate to boyfriend, from "It's a pity he can't hear" to "No need to pretend to be asleep anymore".
Whatever you want to hear, I just say it.
