On a rainy night in the late autumn of 1999, medical student Lin Xia rescued the injured Fu Weijun in a dark alley. He is the deaf owner of a record store on West Street. The old hearing aid in his right ear is wrapped in a cold hard shell. The scars on his palms hide his abandoned childhood. Lin Xia used a bloody sweater to stop his bleeding, but she didn't know that the white spot had already become the only light in his chaotic world.
Day and night when the wound dressings were being changed, the two hearts quietly came closer amid the smell of disinfectant and machine oil. Fu Weijun would remember the small mole on the tip of her nose and store her left hair ties in a glass cabinet; Lin Xia secretly learned sign language and filled her project notes with the indentations behind his ears. But when the misunderstanding comes with the shadow of the past - the pearl earrings he hid in the iron box, the gentle smile she saw - all the throbs turn into the warmth of a feverish palm on a rainy night.
In the damp rental house, he was so burned that he was delirious and still clutching the box of anti-inflammatory pills as if it was the last straw. She spent the whole night wiping his hot body with alcohol, just like her father took care of his sick self when she was young. The morning light flooded through the intertwined hands. When he woke up, he saw her sleeping face curled up beside the bed. The words "Don't go" in his throat flickered into unsent sparks in the memo.
This is a confession of silence. When the midnight show of "Chungking Express" lit up with rain, two souls cut by fate finally understood the radio waves in each other's eyes - it turns out that the most deafening heartbeats are often born in silence.
Purpose: Mutual redemption