The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

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Wen Lueyan suddenly became busy.

It was his mother who first discovered this.

After returning from Haitian City, Wen Lueyan has been in a very depressed state, and he seems to be doing nothing every day. Although he is still in an awkward cold war about volunteering, he is his son after all. No matter how hard his mouth is, his heart is still Soft.

At that time she worried about her son's mental state.

But in the past two days, she has been missing since early in the morning, and her son, who came home in a mess and sweat at night, also worried her.

This night, until it got dark, Wen Lueyan didn't go home after nine o'clock.

His mother finally couldn't bear it and made a phone call.

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Wen Lueyan was rummaging through the huge garbage dump when the 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 dump.

The black T-shirt the boy was wearing was already drenched with sweat. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, and even the tip of his black hair was dripping with sweat.

Over the past few days, he has been looking for the whereabouts of the radio. He learned of the uncertain whereabouts of the radio from the uncle who came to his house to collect waste. Afterwards, he went to many waste stations and dumps. Bought new bikes just going back and forth in these stinking places.

The sun is very strong in summer, and Wen Lueyan feels that he has become a condensed version of a humanoid garbage dump these days. Even after taking a bath, his whole body always emits an indescribable smell.

But he never stopped looking.

In the strange and disgusted eyes of various strangers, in the suspicious eyes of parents, and even in my uncertain mood.

Wen Lueyan answered the phone, stood carefully on the rubbish mountain made up of those waste products,
"Hey, mom..."

"What the hell are you doing lately? You haven't come home so late!"

"I have something urgent..."

The boy frowned slightly, his eyes still searching among the rubbish.

The colorful waste piled up and fell into his eyes. He didn't know where his eyes fell, and a slight reflection pierced his eyes.

Wen Lueyan froze slightly, and what his mother was saying on the phone turned into a buzzing voice. He watched the tiny reflection, and slowly walked from the garbage dump, which direction he was heading towards with difficulty but with a little impatience. go.

The distance became smaller and smaller, and the dirty old radio with half of its head exposed finally appeared in front of him again.

The light illuminated the boy's suddenly relaxed shoulders, and he let out a long, silent breath.

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 young man's eyes at this moment are the tenderness of countless complex emotions. He will walk down the garbage mountain with the radio in his hand. When he accidentally trips under his feet, he rolls down the "mountain" with a grunt. Lying on a pile of strange-smelling waste cardboard.

He frowned slightly and was about to get up, but for some reason, he put his hand down on the cardboard just as he supported it.

Stretched and self-defeating, he collapsed onto the cardboard, his eyes caught in the dim, bright white light of the dump.

The radio at hand lay quietly.

Feeling the cool touch under his hands, the young man let out another long breath as he looked at the grand and fuzzy white light.

Outside the garbage factory is a slightly cooler summer night, with the undulating sound of cicadas, hidden in the invisible night shadows of trees.

And the boy still has a long way to go home.

(End of this chapter)