Mo Ju: Some people say that people are like their names. As for me, my destiny is like my name.
For Mo Ju, life is silent, without words, and without words.
Mo Shenghua: My name was acquired by a dumb person who is very important to me. It was not a wonderful stroke of genius. It was just that the day I was picked up, the rain fell on the ground and splashed into flowers.
The name Shenghua seemed simple, but thought it was beautiful. He himself called this name, but it took a long time before he saw the flower he wanted to see.
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If you can't live anymore, then go die.
The mute Moju picked up a blind son on the day he committed suicide.
From then on, I lived a life where you couldn't hear me speak, I couldn't see you, um, we lived together in trivial matters.