In the gallery of renowned painter Xu Jianxing, there is a painting that is never displayed publicly. It is kept in his private studio, and few people have ever seen it.
Some say it depicts the white moonlight of his youth. Others say it shows his distant homeland. Still others say it reveals the lonely, quiet inner world of this deaf painter.
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As a boy, Xu Jianxing never opened his heart to anyone.
He could neither hear nor speak.
Through the long, bitter nights, all he faced was a broken world.
Until a girl with a ponytail suddenly burst into his life.
She touched the bruises on his body and explained the problems he couldn’t hear clearly.
Whenever he sat quietly painting, that girl loved to look up at him and smile, as if all the sunlight in the world fell on her.
Then, one rainy day, someone stole his cochlear implant. Soaked to the skin, she cried and shook all over.
Xu Jianxing stubbornly pressed his lips together and typed coldly on his phone: “Why are you crying? I can just get a new one.”
Her face was covered in tears, and her lips trembled as she spoke.
He understood what she was saying. “I don’t want you to go back to a world where you can’t hear.”
Xu Jianxing’s hand trembled slightly. At last, he wiped the tears from her face.
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Years later, they meet again on a rainy night.
From far away, he spotted the person he had thought about day and night.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he deftly removed his cochlear implant and tucked it into his pocket. Then he casually tossed his umbrella into a trash can and walked straight over to her.
He typed on his phone for her to read: [I’m deaf. Could you please be kind enough to take me home?]
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Reader’s guide:
1. The male lead is deaf and will later wear a cochlear implant.
2. The story begins in kindergarten.
3. Both leads are experiencing their first love. A sweet, healing romance.
Theme: A bittersweet, healing love story.
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When will it be updated?
I couldn't help but click in to take a look, it made my heart warm 😭, Abu will consider updating it 🥺
This article has not opened paragraph comments. Alas, in the second paragraph, Xiaonuan sneaked into the corridor while my grandparents were sleeping, which awakened a similar memory in my childhood. It was probably fifteen or sixteen years ago, not long after my grandma took my brother and I back to the countryside. In my memory, the entire village was covered with birch trees, and cicadas lived among the branches, chirping in the blazing hot summer, venting their dissatisfaction with the scorching temperature that reached the skin. The sun's rays at noon were stronger than at any other time, and its shadow swayed in the air. The door of the old house is made of wood. Behind the door are two horizontal beams, which are placed on the vertical beams of the same tenon and rivet structure, making the simplest and strongest door lock. After lunch, my grandma took my brother and I to lie on the cold bamboo mat for a nap, with the small fan squeaking and turning. The children were full of energy, and their eyes were rolling in their sockets, without any hint of sleepiness. There was silence in the house, except for the sound of the clock ticking every minute. After a long time, my brother and I exchanged silent signals, shook my sleeping grandma to make sure she didn't react at all, quietly rolled out of bed, seized the opportunity, ran straight to the hall, and carried out the evil plan in my heart - to run towards the ditch in front of the neighbor's house. My brother blinked at me with his big eyes of joy. I slowed down my movements and slowly pulled the door latch out of the hole. It's almost, still almost, that I can see the moving world outside the door (well, it's actually a big stove that can bake me into a black potato). There must be tadpoles and small fish in the stream with water plants (there will also be water snakes, hiss, my scalp will be numb). I can't wait to touch the ice-cold stream water. I didn't touch the icy cold stream, but a big, icy, rough-textured hand quietly grabbed my collar, and my brother and I were ruthlessly dragged back to bed. I couldn't squeeze out a single tear from my eyes. Alas, goodbye, my "paradise". Many years later, my grandma mentioned this incident to me. She said that she was actually pretending to be asleep at that time, and she had a good idea of what we were doing.
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