Fu Bingxiao's world is like a clock eroded by insomnia.
In the never-ending night, even time becomes rusty.
Until one ordinary dusk, a ray of sound penetrated the noise of the radio——
It was a young man singing "Rusty Bell", and his voice had a texture that had experienced brokenness but was still gentle.
Wen Ciyu's world is a sea gradually losing its voice.
The hearing in my right ear is irreversibly passing away, and my musical dream hangs by a thread.
He thought his voice would eventually be lost in silence,
Until the actor who stood at the top of the entertainment industry found him and handed him a "deal" that could not be refused:
"Your voice changes my sleep."
A contract in which each takes what he needs, twists two parallel lines into an inextricable knot.
He shielded him from the open and hidden arrows of public opinion, and he pierced the family's numerous sieges for him.
In the corner where the spotlight cannot shine, in the flowing night of the piano room,
Those approaches that started with "need" gradually became infected with the temperature of "want".
——Want to touch, want to possess, want to be the only complete puzzle piece in the other person's incomplete world.
This is a redemption that begins with sound but ends in silence that is deeper than sound.
When the aurora kisses the sea, when silence learns to listen,
Two imperfect people discovered:
Love is the gift of the brave, it is when we see in each other's gaps how the light pours in.
"You are my aurora and I am your deep sea.
We use each other's imperfections to piece together a complete night. "
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