Chapter 622 Night Tide
After tuning into the opera channel he often listened to, Wen Lueyan gave up and decided to tune in further.
It's nothing special anyway.
He let go of the knob, rested his elbows on the table and began to listen to the humming opera.
The ups and downs of the Wu dialect make this summer night even longer and more lingering.
After listening for a while, the boy closed his eyes slightly, and his slender and graceful fingers gently tapped the radio to the rhythm.
I don't know when I accidentally touched the knob, the channel suddenly jumped, and the crackling sound of electricity came from the grid again.
Wen Luyan frowned and prepared to re-tune the frequency with a little impatience.
Sizzle, sizzle—there is a thunderstorm in the capital—sizzle, sizzle—our beloved motherland—then, Xiao Ming jumped off the building—sizzle, sizzle—tonight's Deep Sea Radio, let me play a song for everyone first—sizzle, sizzle—
The boy's hand that was tuning the frequency suddenly paused, and he tilted his head reflexively, making a gesture as if he wanted to hear clearly.
The sound that just passed over my eardrums was clear, quiet, low, and filled with a smile. There seemed to be the sound of the rising and falling tides in the background.
It reminds people of the water in the deep sea, the moon on the sea surface, or a seagull flying over the water in the middle of the night, its wings stirring up water droplets, and then flapping its wings and flying towards the bright moonlight.
quiet.
There has never been a quieter time.
Wen Luyan stared back at the radio, looking at the knob with a very serious expression.
He carefully began to turn the knob again, trying his best to follow the memory of his fingers, trying to tune the channel back to the sound that he had just overlooked but amazed his ears.
The crackling sound started again, and the opera program passed by again, followed by a weather program and a news program, and then there was a song playing.
"Looking in the mirror is like seeing the end of life
Maybe in a few years you'll also have a hypocritical face
Is this why we came into this world?
There's no time to think about this issue
Every day and every year is always in a hurry..."
The girl's delicate voice rang out in the night. The rhythm was clear and not slow, and the singing style was not melancholy, but it inexplicably made people feel more deeply the faint sourness and the mist-like sadness.
It’s like you picked the unripe fruits in time in advance, and when you put them in your mouth, they are filled with gradually fading memories and dreams.
I feel like crying for no apparent reason.
But Wen Lueyan certainly wouldn't cry.
He was just a little absent-minded.
It was not until the song was finished that he finally heard that voice again.
"This song is called 'Once a Boy'. I personally like it very much. I dedicate it to every one of you who is in your youth, and to every one of you whose youth has passed."
The voice was still a little low, and the gentle smile seemed to be innate, with a magical power that made people want to calm down when listening to it.
"I know many people are facing the arduous hurdle of the Gaokao (National College Entrance Examination) right now. I also know that many students are not getting what they want in this battle. Many students are struggling with neither-or-nothing scores. Many students are struggling between their dreams and their parents' expectations. But what I want to say is exactly what the lyrics of this song say."
"First, imagine what your future would be like after choosing each possibility. If, in this imagination, you find yourself standing on the balcony of a high-rise building, feeling the night breeze and telling yourself that you can't live your life like this, then you should move in the opposite direction of this cause."
"Don't let yourself regret. Such words are too cliché. So, I hope everyone's future can be free of words like 'what if'. That way your youth will be worthwhile."
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