Chapter 719 Maybe It's All A Dream

His mother knelt beside him and anxiously asked him what was wrong.

Wen Lueyan wanted to tell her that she was fine.

But the boy opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

The dry throat was tearing, and the pain spread along the throat and into the lungs and heart, as if the heart and lungs had been torn open with a huge black hole, and the cold wind kept pouring in.

It was cold and painful.

The sun was scorching hot outside the window, but inside he felt as if he was in a dark dream.

Those warm, gentle voices all became hazy and unreal.

He began to be unsure if he really heard that sea radio station, and if he really made that call on a rainy night.

Did those times of stealing mobile phones to dial radio hotlines and chatting with girls in low voices under dim lamps really exist?

Or in fact, all of this was just a dream he had.

There is no radio station, no heavy rain, no Lin Zhihui, and no ridiculous rush from the inland to Haitian City.

All this is just his imagination.

He just had a dream because of the pressure of the college entrance examination.

This dream has not yet awakened.

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Wen Lueyan never made that call again.

I never turned on the radio at 10 o'clock in the middle of the night, and spent [-] minutes tuning to find the low voice of the female DJ Qing Ling.

He put the old radio back in his parents' room.

A few days later, a scrap collector came to the house and cleared away all his old books and test papers. His mother asked him if he still wanted the radio. The boy was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head silently.

The radio was then thrown into a gray sack containing waste products, packed together with the books and test papers, and carried out of the house by a middle-aged uncle wearing a hat.

The sun outside the window was still very strong, and the sunlight passed through the leaves, glass windows and curtains, and only blurred shadows remained when it entered the room.

He sat in this shadow, turning himself into a statue.

It didn't move until the sun went down.

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"Cut!"

Su Yu stood up from the sofa, stretched out his hand to press his neck, and walked towards the director.

Shen Pianlu, who had been watching all this time, also rushed over at this time, and while watching the replay with him, he seemed to praise,
"Su Yu, I admit that you are the newcomer with the most potential besides me! If I am number one, you will definitely be number two!"

Ms. Shen didn't seem to understand modesty at all, but Su Yu took the initiative to claim this compliment without any surprise.

He nodded with a smile,
"Then thank you for the compliment."

The whole studio was speechless about this, but they had nothing to say to the performance of the two in the camera.

From the scene where he vaguely learned the truth by the sea, Su Yu was completely in a state of explosive involvement in the drama.

Every micro-expression, even the slow movement of the eyeballs, and every lifting and trembling of the eyelids, brings out the character of "Wen Lueyan" to the extreme.

When faced with the terrible truth, you still want to keep calm, but you are extremely suppressed. The contradiction, and the pain and fear under the calm surface.

Now the film is about to enter the climax, and the two seniors, Yang Tianlu and Hao Xuan, have finally officially started the film.

So far, there have been a lot of tidbits released by the crew of Deep Sea Radio, and they can be found on Weibo hot searches every day.

Relying on such popularity, this movie has now become the most popular among the movies being filmed.

Of course, since it is about Shen Pianli, the so-called heat is naturally inseparable from the caterpillars.

(End of this chapter)

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