Sea Breeze and Old Piano

Meteorological observer Ye Wan × antique bookstore owner and tuner Chen Jingshen Ye Wan can accurately predict weather changes within three kilometers, but cannot understand the gloom and sunshine of people's hearts. Until she rented an old house in a coastal town, opened the window, and saw the eternally silent man in the second-hand bookstore on the corner. He is deaf and she is "hyperthermic". They are two dimensions that will never intersect. Until on a rainy night, she rushed into his bookstore and found the old piano that never made any sound—— His slightly trembling hands were hanging on the keys. Ye Wan's world only contains precise numbers: wind speed, air pressure, cloud cover. She is a weatherman who can predict heavy rain but cannot read human tears. After moving to a small coastal town, she found that the owner of the second-hand bookstore on the corner was strange - Chen Jingshen wiped the old piano every day but never played it. She later learned that he had been unable to hear any sounds since he was six years old. A heavy rain caused the two to meet. Ye Wan wrote on the paper: "Raindrops hit the eaves 142 times a minute." Chen Jingshen took her hand and put it on the piano, pressed the mute key, and wrote on her palm: "This is 142." Two people living in their own silent world began a strange "sensory exchange". Ye Wan taught him to "listen with his eyes": compose the sound of wind into music score, and write the rhythm of raindrops into poetry. Chen Jingshen taught her to "see with the palm of her hand": let her touch the vibration of the strings to understand what "missing" and what "distressed" are. New observation records began to appear on Ye Wan's weather log: "My heartbeat was abnormal today ~ Jingshen Bookstore, next to the piano." It wasn't until the day Chen Jingshen received the invitation for overseas auditory therapy that Ye Wan wrote a non-professional statement in the diary for the first time: "Continuous pain in the chest area, duration: from the moment he left. Prognosis: unknown." Three months later, the wind chime in front of the bookstore rang for the first time. Chen Jingshen stood outside the door, holding the tape sent by Ye Wan in her hand-it contained twelve "sounds that only he could hear" she had recorded. The old piano in the attic was finally played. Ye Wan pressed the keys, and Chen Jingshen's hand came up. When the voice flowed out like moonlight, she suddenly understood something that had never been taught in meteorology—— It turns out that the most turbulent thing is not the tsunami, but someone pressing the first key for you in silence. It turns out that the warmest thing is not the sun, but someone who makes the salt in your blood melt. Concept: When the mute button is pressed on the world, I use touch to translate the frequency of the heartbeat for you; when the four seasons are just data in your eyes, I use the piano keys to play the emotional weather for you. We are incomplete semicircles, finding complete definitions in each other's incomplete arcs.