Qingqing
My name is Qingqing, from the mountains to the countryside, from silence to aphasia. I thought I had finally found love - my mother was gentle and my brother protected me, but the man called "Father" shattered everything with a stick. That night, I saw something I shouldn't have seen, and then lost my voice.
Mom took me to escape. We have a new name, a new home, and a new life. I thought this was the end.
Until she met Ling Wanyue.
She is like the spring wind, no matter where it comes from, it only gives me warmth. She said she wanted to put the world into my eyes, and she said stupidity can also be an advantage. That rainy night, I kissed her, but she didn't push me away. It turns out that love can be so simple.
But simplicity has never belonged to me.
Her father said I was a burden and would ruin her future. I looked at my broken body and mute throat, and for the first time I seriously thought: Should I let go of someone when I love them?
"Li Muqing, I love you."
The moment she called me my new name, I heard my own voice break out of the ground. It turns out that love can really create miracles.
But I still didn't follow her.
In my last days in the wheelchair, I was thinking: If love is salvation, why can't I grasp it? If love means letting go, why is she crying so heart-wrenchingly?
Ling Wanyue, stop crying. Live for me, see the world for me. My eyes can no longer hold tomorrow.
Love has come and that is enough.
Intention: When love becomes the only language, those who have lost their voices can spend the rest of their lives saying that sentence - you heard it, and I lived it.