Aphasia

A fire burned his vocal cords, and Lin Lengci fell into a world of silence. The nightmare of domestic violence and fire in the past gnawed at him repeatedly. He guarded an old bookstore and was used to writing all his thoughts on sticky notes to avoid all the hustle and bustle of the world. Wen Shiyu, a craftsman who restores ancient books, walks through the sycamore trees and sheds catkins at the entrance of the alley, coming to appointments again and again. He does not force words and is willing to patiently read every word he writes. Silent pen and paper exchanges, year after year under the sycamore tree, the scarred people slowly receive a belated tenderness. Intention: Pained souls do not have to force themselves to speak, silence can be well appreciated and understood.