Chapter 766 You Are My First Love

After a pause, the young man whispered into the phone without warning,

"Lin Zhifan, you know, you are my first love."

The moment the words left his mouth, the nightlight illuminated the tears rolling down his cheeks.

That bit of moisture fell on the beach and disappeared in an instant.

The young man had a gentle expression, half of his face was buried in the shadow, and in the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​his face was wet.

"Lin Zhifan, I love you."

"From four years ago until now, it has never stopped for a single second."

His voice was as gentle as his expression, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Just like every young man who confesses his love to the girl he loves.

In the brief silence, the girl's suppressed, choked breathing came from the receiver.

"sorry."

The girl's cry was mixed in the surging waves.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, Wen Lueyan."

She cried and repeated the same sentence over and over again, which sounded more like the painful wail coming from the night or the sea.

Wen Lueyan slowly reached out and covered his face.

As if struck by something overwhelming, he slowly fell to his knees in the soft sand.

Even the young man who had never cried before and was beaten and hospitalized for changing his major many years ago, gradually began to cry out loud.

"I just want to hear your voice more."

"Lin Zhifan, Zhifan."

"I love you, you know that?"

"I love you."

Even though it is so absurd, so inexplicable, and makes me so painful and unable to get relief.

I have never, ever regretted meeting you.

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Everything after that accelerated.

The information he had collected for four years, the things he had been looking for since joining the company, as well as Mr. Song's personal movements and evidence of illegal activities were all gathered together bit by bit.

Like an undercurrent surging beneath a calm river.

He completed everything silently and in an orderly manner.

The evidence and accusations were submitted to the higher-ups one by one through his reliable classmates from the Department of Justice.

When he had finished all the things he had on hand, he resigned on the grounds that he needed to take care of his family.

Then I just bought the house by the sea.

He returned to Haitian University and applied for a lecturer position at the Academy of Fine Arts. He would go there from time to time to give lectures to students, but spent most of his time painting in that small room.

In the studio, the radio, which was mottled and completely unusable, lay quietly on the brown table, and no sound could be heard from it anymore.

But the young man would always turn on the radio at midnight and fall asleep listening to the crackling sound of the electricity.

Occasionally, out of interest, he would go out to sea with those early fishermen to see the scenery and creatures in the middle of the sea and listen to the stories told by those old fishermen.

Time passes, and years never stop.

He never heard that clear and beautiful voice again.

I never saw that gray, slender figure among the crowd again.

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It's another summer, a hazy afternoon.

The noisy news sounded from the TV.

The tall and handsome man was lying on the sofa taking a nap. Just when the temperature in the room reached its lowest point, he suddenly had a vague dream.

In his dream, he saw an endless seabed. The azure water refracted the light repeatedly. In the sparkling water, he saw a beautiful girl.

There is a red teardrop mole under the eye.

Her long black hair floated behind her like seaweed.

When you smile, it is brighter than the sunshine on the sea, and it reminds people of all the beautiful and sparkling things.

She opened her lips towards him, but no sound came out.

But Wen Lueyan understood the lip shape in an instant.

She said,

"Goodbye."