Chapter 715 Tiredness and Struggle
Twelve o'clock late at night.
There was a crackling sound of electricity coming from the radio.
The boy had no expression on his face and changed channels mechanically.
Until that familiar female voice, gentle and smiling, flowed into the cold air.
"This summer is going to be super hot. It's already incredibly hot, even before summer vacation begins..."
"So I'm still comfortable. Whether it's working hours or the working environment, it's very cool. I don't have to feel the scorching sun at all~"
"The college entrance exam is coming soon. There are only a few days left. I hope all the candidates will not be nervous. You have worked hard for your dreams for so many years. You must look very beautiful when facing this final battle~"
The voice was clear and melodious, blending into the night and the tide. Each syllable was slightly prolonged by her habit. Just by listening to it, one could imagine the girl sitting on a swivel chair, wearing headphones, turning lazily while supporting her cheek and talking with a smile.
She is in the sea, perhaps with endless moonlight, and there may be dolphins resting by the boat, swimming along with the faint light.
In the distance, seabirds flew by under the moon, like the mythical birds in fairy tales holding night pearls.
Wen Lueyan curled his lips slightly.
The heart that had been as cold as death finally regained its temperature and started beating again after hearing this voice.
The boy lay on the test paper without a single word written on it, with his ear gently pressed against the edge of the grid, quietly listening to the female DJ's voice that was as soothing as her natural smile.
His amber pupils reflected the densely packed exercise books on the desk, but he seemed to be in a trance and didn't see anything.
It was not until the end of the show, when the female DJ announced the hotline number as usual, that he took action, took out the mobile phone hidden in the drawer, and dialed the number that he had already memorized.
"Hey, friend with the last digit 7080, are you having a good day today?"
The girl's soft laughter came out from the mobile phone receiver and the radio grid, overlapping into a strange illusion-like sound effect, just like this unknown call every night, which always exists and continues like a dream.
Wen Lueyan pulled the corner of his lips.
"To be honest, I'm not very happy."
There was a slight pause over there, and then the girl's voice came closer, and her tone became serious and worried.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"I talked to my parents,"
Wen Lueyan leaned back in his chair, looking at the test paper with a very indifferent expression.
"I only had time to say that I wanted to apply to the Academy of Fine Arts, and then I couldn't say another word."
"Why?"
"Perhaps for them, my ideal is the same as a child telling his parents, 'I want a castle.'"
Wen Lueyan's tone was somewhat sarcastic, which made his voice seem cold and sharp.
"Because it's just ignorant nonsense, there's no need to pay attention to it."
"They ignored me."
“So I became mute.”
There was a long silence.
The air seemed to stagnate.
Wen Luyan lowered his eyes, and the gloomy feeling he had when he left the table covered him again.
In the cold and nonchalant eyes of his parents, he could almost see his future buried in a pile of numbers.
He would become an adult like them.
Living in a city built of steel and concrete every day, working just to make money, and having children just to make him better at making money than yourself.
Maybe his child will like other things in the future, but for the sake of his own dream, he will force his child to learn painting, ignoring what he really desires.
Life goes on like this in an endless cycle.
Like a gray top that spins forever in the same place.
He felt every cell in his body becoming tired.
The boy lowered his eyes slightly.
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