At the age of 14, Ji Xing lost his voice and moved into the Jiang family.
When 12-year-old Jiang Xun saw him for the first time, he said, "He is mute."
Every day after that——
Ji Xing was cruel to him, ignored by him, and humiliated by him in public.
But he didn't know that there was a thick stack of notes hidden in Jiang Xun's drawer:
"Dinner is on the table. Heat it yourself."
"If the water is gone, take it yourself. There's some in the refrigerator."
"No more wears. Throw it away. It's a waste."
Every one of them shows concern, but he doesn't know how to express it properly.
Later——
Ji Xing was bullied, Jiang Xun rushed to fight, his face was covered with injuries.
Ji Xing had a fever, so Jiang Xun secretly administered medicine in the middle of the night without a note.
During Ji Xing's college entrance examination, Jiang Xun waited outside the examination room for two hours, pretending to be just passing by.
Jiang Xun didn't know when he started to like him.
All I know is that when I see him smiling at others, I want to kill him.
Ten years later.
Jiang Xun pressed him against the wall, his eyes red:
"Do you know how many times I wrote those notes?"
"Every one of them says 'I like you', but I don't dare to write it."
Ji Xing looked at him, slowly took his hand, and wrote on the palm of his hand:
"I know."
Motto: Even if there is no voice, love can still find its own language