Chapter 741 Search
Wen Lueyan suddenly became busy.
The first person to discover this was his mother.
After returning from Haitian City, Wen Lueyan has been in a very depressed state. He seems dazed and idle every day. Although he is still in an awkward cold war over the volunteer issue, he is his son after all. No matter how hard he speaks, he is soft-hearted.
At that time, she was worried about her son's mental state.
But in the past two days, she was also worried about her son who had been missing since early morning and came home late at night, covered in sweat and mess.
That night, Wen Luyan had not returned home until after nine o'clock when the night fell.
His mother finally couldn't help but call him.
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Wen Luyan was rummaging through a huge pile of garbage when his cell phone rang.
This is the city's final waste disposal plant.
The night was dark, and the lights were bright and far away, dimly illuminating the entire garbage dump.
The boy's black T-shirt was soaked with sweat. He looked like he had been fished out of the water, with even the ends of his black hair dripping with sweat.
For so many days, he had been looking for the whereabouts of the radio. He learned about the uncertain whereabouts of the radio from the uncle who came to his house to collect scrap. Then he went to many scrap stations and garbage dumps, and the new bicycle his father bought for him went back and forth in these smelly places.
The sun is very strong in the summer, and Wen Lueyan feels like he has become a concentrated human garbage dump these days. Even after taking a shower, his whole body always exudes an indescribable smell.
But he never stopped looking.
In the strange and disgusted eyes of strangers, in the doubtful gaze of parents, and even in my own uncertain mood.
Wen Lueyan answered the phone and stood carefully on the garbage mountain made of waste.
"Hey, Mom..."
"What have you been doing lately? Why aren't you home yet so late?"
"I have something urgent to do..."
The young man frowned slightly, his eyes still searching among the garbage.
The colorful waste piled up and fell into his eyes. He didn't know where his eyes fell, but a slight reflection pierced his eyes.
Wen Luyan froze slightly, and the words his mother was saying on the phone turned into a buzzing sound. He stared at the tiny reflection and slowly stepped out of the garbage dump, walking in a certain direction with difficulty but a little impatience.
The distance between them was getting smaller and smaller, and the old radio, which had become dirty and only half of its head was exposed, finally appeared in front of him again.
The light illuminated the boy's suddenly relaxed shoulders, and he let out a long, silent sigh of relief.
The call was disconnected at some point.
Wen Lueyan bent down to pick up the radio and slowly wiped it with his hands.
“It stinks.”
The boy's eyes at this moment were filled with tenderness formed by the intersection of countless complex emotions. He was about to walk down the garbage mountain with the radio in his hand. He accidentally tripped and rolled down the "mountain", and finally lay on a pile of waste cardboard with a strange smell.
He frowned slightly and prepared to get up, but for some reason he put his hands down as soon as they touched the cardboard.
He stretched himself out on the cardboard in a desperate manner, his eyes meeting the blurry yet bright white light of the garbage dump.
The radio lay quietly beside me.
The young man felt the slightly cool touch of his hand, looked at the grand and blurry white light, and let out a long breath again.
Outside the garbage dump, it was a slightly cooler summer night, with the chirping of cicadas rising and falling, hidden in the invisible shadows of the trees.
But the boy still has a long way to go home.
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