Wen Nian was born unable to feel pain.
As a body restorer, she used the most delicate brushstrokes to restore the face of the deceased, but she could not understand the trembling fingertips of the family members when touching the coffin. Until that rainy night, when she was repairing the remains of a girl who had a car accident, she met Shen Zhou.
He was the brother of the deceased, standing silently in the corner of the morgue, with water dripping from the black umbrella forming a small lake at his feet. When Wen Nian handed over the repair confirmation, his fingers inadvertently brushed the old injury on her wrist——
In an instant, a pale golden bruise appeared on Wen Nian's collarbone.
This was the first time in her life that she felt "pain".
And Shen Zhou was stunned in place, looking at the cherry blossom tree outside the window: "I seem... To have forgotten something important."
Later, she learned that Shen Zhou's touch would absorb the pain of others, at the cost of randomly forgetting a memory. They make a dangerous pact: she teaches him to hide the expression of pain, and he takes her to experience real pain.
The sting of popping an acne is like a star exploding on the nerve endings, the burning sensation of a hot pot causes blisters to appear on the Adam's apple, and when heartbroken, it feels like an ice pick is slowly piercing through the chest... Shen Zhou gave these feelings to her one by one, but wrote in his diary: "I blocked the boiling water for her today and forgot the color of my mother's eyes."
When Wen Nian broke into his locked basement, he found that it was a "memory cemetery"——
- There is a diamond ring soaking in the refrigerator
- 438 "Don't forget to remember me" notes
- In the scarf she gave him, every hook corresponds to the pain he bore for her.
The most shocking thing is the half-burned diary page: "If I forget you in the end, I hope my body will still remember..."
People with congenital analgesia x People with tactile amnesia
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