Your Voice

A thief had come to Zhang Xu's noodle shop. This thief did not want money, he only buried his head and ate noodles.

Zhang Xu was afraid he might choke, and gently said, “Eat slower.”

The little thief shot him a fierce look, his pretty face still carrying childlike innocence.

For the next few days, Zhang Xu set out the bowls and chopsticks, and personally invited the pretty little thief into the house.

Zhang Xu tried to talk to him, “Noodles are not good when they’ve gone mushy. Come earlier tomorrow, I’ll make them fresh for you.”

The boy gave no response.

The next day, right under Zhang Xu's nose, he was taken away by the police, charged with stabbing someone.

Six years later, Zhang Xu found a person in a brawl. That man looked like a puppy guarding its food, a fierce face, still pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Xu knew he could not hear, and could not speak, so he handed over the note he had written long ago:

Come home with me? I’ll make noodles for you.

Sheng Xiaoyang put away the note, and left with Zhang Xu.

A birdcage hung in front of the noodle shop, and Sheng Xiaoyang always stared at it in a daze.

Zhang Xu wanted to take him for a cochlear implant surgery, and took the chance to ask, “Birdsong, cicadas, each has its own difference. Xiaoyang, do you want to hear the sounds of all things in the world?”

Sheng Xiaoyang formed sign language, awkwardly expressing his thoughts: “I only want to hear your voice.”

“When you kiss me and hold me, you’re very charming. The sound of you calling my name must be very nice.”

Sheng Xiaoyang was innocent and direct, and it heated Zhang Xu’s chest until it burned.

The gong is the shou's translator, and their fighting power shoots up straight when they argue!