When he arrived in Busan and the salty sea breeze blew in his face, Ouyang Guang finally relaxed his tense nerves.
The sea breeze in Busan is much colder than that in Seoul. Ouyang Guang stood on the beach of Haeundae, the salty and wet wind ruffled his hair. The sea water was a cold blue-gray color, and the waves hit the rocks, breaking into countless white foam.
He booked a hotel with a sea view. He was awakened by the sound of waves every morning and fell asleep listening to the sound of the tide at night.
His cell phone was on silent mode, and apart from the daily text messages from Kim Seung-hyun asking "What embarrassing thing did Park Joon-ho do yesterday?", he hardly ever checked any messages.
On the evening of the third day, Ouyang Guang sat on the beach and wrote a song. The notebook was rustling in the sea breeze, and he had to use the shells he picked up to hold down the corners of the paper. The lyrics were intermittent, just like his mood at the moment:
"The tide recedes/leaving behind broken shells/like my scattered dreams/can they still be pieced together..."
Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind him. Ouyang Guang turned back alertly and saw an old man wearing a fisherman's hat.
"Young man," the old man pointed to the empty seat next to him, "can you sit here?"
Ouyang Guang nodded and subconsciously closed the notebook.
"Writing songs?" The old man had already seen it, "My grandson also likes this. He is a trainee in Seoul and hasn't been back for a long time."
Ouyang Guang's fingers trembled slightly: "...Trainee?"
"Yes." The old man looked at the seaside in the distance, "That kid always said that he would take our whole family to see his performance when he went out." He smiled, "I told him that the sunset at Haeundae is just as beautiful whether we go out or not."
Ouyang Guang stared blankly at the old man's face which was dyed red by the setting sun, and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his nose.
He stood up and walked aimlessly along the Guang'an Bridge, watching the waves smash into pieces on the rocks and then stubbornly gather again.
Seagulls in the distance fly freely in the sky. As the sun sets, the sky is dyed a gorgeous orange-red, and the sea surface sparkles, which is so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.
When night fell, he curled up on the bay window of the hotel, listening to the sound of the waves. Ouyang Guang took out his mobile phone and called Zhang Yixing.
The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. "Xiao Guang?" A familiar voice came. Ouyang Guang suddenly didn't know what to say: "Brother, I'm in Busan, the sea here..." He paused, "It reminds me of you."
Zhang Yixing chuckled on the other end of the phone: "Really? When I get back, let's go to Busan to see the sea together. I have been practicing in China, learning various skills, and even wrote a song."
As he spoke, he hummed softly: "How difficult it is to break through. I will walk my own way, let others judge, and decide my own direction. I want to fly far away, but that is just a dream. It seems that all this has never happened to me. I will work hard to break through and fly, because my family behind me will give me approving looks..."
Ouyang Guang listened quietly, his eyes unconsciously reddened. "Brother, I will work hard, I will definitely become stronger and wait for you to come back." He said firmly.
"I believe in you, Xiaoguang. Don't overwork yourself and take good care of yourself." Zhang Yixing gently reminded her.
On the day he returned to Seoul, Kim Seung-hyun was waiting downstairs of the dormitory early in the morning. When he saw Ouyang Guang coming out of a taxi, he pounced on her like a large dog.
"Xiao Guang! You're finally back! That Park Junhao guy this week..."
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