I am a professional "curtain caller" who specializes in playing the role of deceased relatives for dying people. A commission of three million came to my door, asking me to play the role of Cheng Shuang, a five-year-old girl who drowned, to accompany her father in the final stages of his lung cancer. Three million, three to four weeks, money is troublesome, but I took it.
Learning dialects, memorizing information, and imitating accents all went extremely smoothly. Until I found a note under the old man's pillow - "She has a mole on her left eyebrow, but you don't have one. But it doesn't matter." He knew I was fake on the first day, but he accompanied me throughout the whole performance.
Even worse things happened one after another: I subconsciously avoided the squeaky tread on the stairs and blurted out, "Winter melon soup should be made with shrimp skin." When thunder struck, I couldn't help but hum a nursery rhyme I had never learned. As for the second half of this nursery rhyme, only two people in the world can sing it - one is the father of the Cheng family, and the other is his daughter who has been missing for twenty-five years.
Cheng Xu took out a DNA report: I am Cheng Shuang. When he was five years old, he was sent away by his family, lost his memory, was adopted, and lived as a different person. The three million commission was a game from beginning to end - it took my brother ten years to find me, and my father spent his life savings to buy the platform, allowing me to "play myself" and walk into my home.
When I sang the complete nursery rhyme in front of my hospital bed, the blank space of twenty-five years was recognized by my body. I didn't remember anything, but my feet, my hands, my voice, they all remembered - I remembered this home, I remembered being loved. The father spent the last three million to buy an opportunity for his daughter to come back to him.
Concept: Blood ties can be lost, but love will never be forgotten.