She thought she would never be able to speak again in this life.
When she was six years old, Mai Xiaoyu was stuffed a handful of agar beans by her best friend at the airport. "Guard you for me," he said. There has been no news since.
Twelve years later, she met a boy named Chi Hao in high school. They are incompatible with each other, but they hold an umbrella together on rainy days. He would secretly visit her when she was sick, kiss her on the lips after losing a bet, and fight the whole world for her.
But before she could respond, she was separated by the word "identity".
During the period of fleeing to England, Mai Xiaoyu lost her voice. It's not a disease, it's just that the pain is so painful that I can't speak. She wrote "want to go back" all over her diary, but she couldn't even pronounce a syllable.
Until one day, a letter from an old friend brought her back to the stage——
"Your words of 'not hiding your eyes' should be applied to yourself."
And the most touching thing in the world is: when she finally found her voice, he was still there.
A love bean, the regrets of two generations, and a late but never absent reunion.
——It turns out you have been waiting for me to speak.
Intention: A red bean has its own resonance regardless of its return date.