They speak rudely but their hearts were gentle

Speaking Rudely or Simply Speaking from Life?

What Dear You Teaches Us About Love Intelligence

Some people say the characters in Dear You sound rude.

Others wonder whether they are simply crude people.

The truth is, neither is entirely correct.

The movie uses the Chaoyang (潮阳) accent of the Teochew dialect, which naturally has a deeper, stronger and more direct tone than what many Singaporeans or Malaysians are used to hearing.

But there is something even more important.

Their way of speaking reflects the harsh realities of their lives.

These were immigrants struggling to survive in a foreign land.

They worked long hours.

They faced poverty, uncertainty and discrimination.

Life was hard.

Their words were rough.

But their hearts were gentle.

This is perhaps one of the biggest lessons from Dear You.

Don't judge people only by how they speak.

Look at how they live.
Look at what they do.

Mu Sheng sacrificed everything for his family.

Nanzhi quietly devoted twenty years of her life to keeping hope alive for another woman.

Xie Laishun appeared rough and drunk, yet he protected his daughter, sheltered migrants and gave his life helping others.

Their words may have sounded tough.

But their actions revealed extraordinary love.

That is what truly matters.

This is also the essence of Love Intelligence (LQ).

Love is not measured by sweet words alone.

Love is measured by the courage to do the right thing.

By the willingness to sacrifice.

By choosing to care when caring is difficult.

People may not always speak gently.

But they can still love deeply.

In the end, actions speak louder than accents.

And that is one of the most beautiful messages of Dear You.

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