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Chapter 757 You Are My First Love
After a pause, the young man whispered to the phone without warning,
"Lin Zhihui, you know, you are my first love."

The moment the words came out, the night light illuminated the tears rolling down his cheeks.

That bit of moisture fell into the sand and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The young man looked gentle, half of his face was buried in the shadow, and in a blink of an eye, a large area was wet,
"Lin Zhihui, I love you."

"From four years ago to now, there has never been a minute or a second of stopping."

His voice was as gentle as his expression, and there was no abnormality at all.

Just like every young man who confesses to his beloved girl.

In the short silence, the girl's suppressed and choked breathing came from the receiver.
"sorry."

The girl's cries are mixed with the raging waves,
"sorry Sorry."

"I'm sorry Wen Shaoyan."

She cried and repeated a sentence, which was more like a painful whine from the night or the sea.

Wen Lueyan slowly stretched out his hand to cover his face.

As if hit by something overwhelmed, he slowly fell to his knees in the soft sand.

Even the young man who had never cried even after being beaten into the hospital for changing his choice many years ago gradually began to cry.

"I just want to hear more of your voice."

"Lin knows to return, knows to return."

"I love you, you know that?"

"I love you."

Even so absurd, so inexplicable, so painful and inescapable to me.

I have never, never regretted meeting you.

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Everything after that quickened the pace.

The information that has been collected for four years, the things that he has been looking for since he entered the company, as well as Mr. Song's personal movements in private, and evidence of violations, were gathered by him bit by bit.

Like an undercurrent in a calm river.

He finished everything in a silent and orderly manner.

One by one, the evidence and charges were submitted to the upper echelons through his reliable judicial classmates.

When all the things in his hands were dealt with, he resigned on the grounds that his family needed to be taken care of.

Then he simply bought the house by the sea.

He returned to Haitian University, applied for a lecturer at the Academy of Fine Arts, went to give lectures to students from time to time, and spent more time in that small room painting.

In the studio, the mottled and completely unusable radio sat quietly on the brown table, and no sound could come out of it.

But young people always turn on the radio at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and fall asleep listening to the throbbing electric current inside.

Occasionally, he would go out to sea with those early fishermen to see the scenery and creatures in the middle of the sea, and listen to the stories told by those old fishermen.

Time goes by, years never stop.

He never heard that clear and beautiful voice again.

I have never seen that gray, slender figure among the living crowd again.

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Another year of summer, the sky is blurry in the afternoon.

Loud news came from the TV.

The slender and handsome man was lying on the sofa taking an afternoon nap. When the temperature in the room reached its lowest point, he suddenly had a vague dream.

In his dream, there was a boundless seabed, and the blue water waves refracted the light repeatedly. In the sparkling water, he saw a beautiful girl.

There is a red tear mole under the eye.

Her long black hair floated behind her like seaweed.

When you smile, it is brighter than the sun on the sea, and it reminds you of all the beautiful and shining things.

She opened her lips to him, but made no sound.

But Wen Lueyan understood the mouth shape in an instant.

What she said was,

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)