Chapter 640 Late Night Phone Booth
In the red telephone booth.
The young man held the receiver and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice coming from the other end.
In fact, it was not until he put the coin in that he suddenly remembered that he hadn't heard anyone call the radio station for so many days. Could there be something wrong with their number or the radio machine?
Fortunately, the female DJ answered the phone.
At least his trip wasn't in vain.
But what does it mean that the trip was not in vain?
Why did he run out so impulsively and make this call?
The boy was suddenly stunned.
The sound of raindrops seemed both noisy and quiet through the glass wall of the telephone booth.
In the dark vision, a dim street light was on in the distance.
The background sound of surging tides came from the receiver, and against this sound, the female DJ's gentle breathing seemed to come from the deep sea.
And the rain all over the world outside the glass wall seemed to be pouring down from the sea.
Wen Lueyan swallowed and then spoke in a hoarse voice,
"Hello, I'm a college entrance examination candidate."
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"I have dreams that I want to fulfill, and I hope I can spend more time doing what I like in my life."
"I want to paint, flowers, birds, insects, fish, people, and landscapes."
“I love the rustling sound of the brush on the page; it makes me feel peaceful.”
"But my parents absolutely disagree with me applying to an art school, even though I promise I can get into the best art school and even though I promise I can make a lot of money from it in the future."
"But they still wouldn't agree. They wanted me to apply to business school and finance school."
"But those things are meaningless to me. I don't want to confine my future to the grid of a skyscraper. I don't want to wait until that time to regret why I didn't choose what I like."
"But my resistance was ineffective. They just regarded it as normal rebellious behavior and ignored it."
"What do you think I should do?"
There was a long silence, and Wen Lueyan's slightly low voice mixed with the sound of rain slowly disappeared into the air.
After a while, the girl over there finally spoke.
She spoke slowly, as if it was difficult to pronounce the syllables.
"Hello."
After a pause, she said vaguely,
"Can I ask, what is your name?"
Wen Lueyan was silent for a while, and suddenly felt a little alert. For a radio station that is listened to by many listeners, it is not appropriate to ask the caller's name in such a rude way.
However, for some reason, the cautious tone in the voice coming through the receiver made Mo Zhengban speak.
"My name is Wen Lueyan."
"And you?"
"My name is Lin Zhifan."
There was a soft reply,
“Those who know know, and those who return return.”
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This was the first time he knew her name.
Her name is Zhifan.
But it is more like a lonely, lost whale in the deep sea.
But I only found out about this later.
Wen Lueyan is still a stubborn teenager who is worried about his college entrance examination choices and his dreams, and is unwilling to bow to his parents.
So when he heard the simple words "I support you", his eyes lit up.
The girl's voice gradually took on a hint of smile.
"I don't know if you've heard the song I played a few days ago called You Were Once a Boy."
"A young person should live their life in a young way. If you blindly follow your parents' expectations but move forward in a direction you don't like, how can you be called a young person?"
"He's just a boring adult in a boy's guise."
"The world is interesting because of these different attributes. If people of all ages possess mature and sophisticated natures, what's the point of living?"
“If you are sure that you truly love painting and believe that you can persist in it for many years or even until you are old, then follow your heart.”
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