Chapter 0189: Returning Still Young

Zhao Fusheng once had a particularly difficult period. At that time, his life was at a low point, and Tan Kaixuan had passed away. Sometimes, life felt like purgatory; no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't outrun time.

Even the most cheerful music was filled with a sense of sorrow, like a kind of torment.

That emotion lasted for a long time. Later, one time when Zhao Fusheng was driving, he accidentally heard a voice on the radio and recalled a story from his college days. Only then did he find solace. During that period, Zhao Fusheng often sat alone in his car, listening to the radio playing old songs.

"Are you really taking me to see Tiantian?" Tan Kaixuan looked at Zhao Fusheng with suspicion, clearly not believing his words.

Once a hint of suggestion is added to one's mind, even the most normal things take on a different hue. Logically, given Zhao Fusheng's relationship with Tan Kaixuan, taking him to meet his favorite campus radio host was perfectly normal. But Zhao Fusheng had changed so much recently that Tan Kaixuan had a bad feeling about it.

After all, it had always been Tan Kaixuan teasing Zhao Fusheng, but now Zhao Fusheng seized every opportunity to mercilessly roast him, making Tan Kaixuan truly unsure of him.

"Really, don't you like 'eardrum massage'? I'll take you to see the real person." Zhao Fusheng said seriously.

He had actually forgotten about this matter, even thinking that Sun Tiantian, like other acquaintances, had disappeared. But just now, listening to the campus radio, he heard her. If he remembered correctly, she was now a senior and would soon leave for an internship.

"No, don't mess around..." A rare shy expression appeared on Tan Kaixuan's face.

Since his freshman year, he had loved listening to Sun Tiantian's radio show. Back then, she was just a sophomore and already the lead host of the campus radio.

But strangely, as the lead host of the campus radio, Sun Tiantian had never hosted any school event or activity. She had always been very mysterious, which broke the hearts of countless fans. In his previous life, Tan Kaixuan never got the chance to meet Sun Tiantian before graduating.

Later, at a gathering, he even mentioned this and regarded it as a lifelong regret.

And now, Zhao Fusheng was going to help him fulfill his dream.

Yes, exactly, helping Tan Kaixuan fulfill his dream!

Thinking to himself, Zhao Fusheng said to Tan Kaixuan, "Look at you, why are you so cowardly?"

"It's not cowardice. Don't you think it's inappropriate for us to just barge into the radio station?" Tan Kaixuan looked like a shy young boy, his face full of embarrassment.

"What's inappropriate? Just take a look." Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Alright, let's go take a look." After hesitating for a long time, Tan Kaixuan gritted his teeth and followed behind Zhao Fusheng. He didn't notice that Zhao Fusheng's smile was growing more and more peculiar.

The school's radio station was located on the west side of the old library in the fourth district. This area was originally the main campus of the Normal College, with buildings that had a long history and excellent landscaping. Amidst the lush greenery, teaching buildings and dormitories complemented each other, and occasionally a few students passed by, adding a touch of elegance.

"Here, this is it."

Arriving in front of a building, Zhao Fusheng said to Tan Kaixuan, "I heard that Tiantian is broadcasting on the third floor. Go on up."

Tan Kaixuan was startled: "You're not coming up?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Why would I go? I'm not her fan."

"Fine, people like you just don't appreciate it. Tiantian's voice is a gentle caress; it can penetrate the soul, seep into the bones, and strike the softest part of our hearts..." Tan Kaixuan said with a look of ecstasy.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yeah, I don't appreciate it. You appreciate it the most. Go on up..."

Tan Kaixuan glared at him and went in without another word.

Standing at the door, Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily and silently said to himself, "Brother, I'm making up for this regret for you."

Five minutes later.

Tan Kaixuan walked out of the building with a very strange expression on his face. His steps were slow, and his body even swayed a little. His eyes were vacant. When he reached Zhao Fusheng, he suddenly asked, "Did you know all along?"

"Know what?" Zhao Fusheng asked innocently, as if Tan Kaixuan were talking about something inexplicable.

Tan Kaixuan gave Zhao Fusheng a deep look. Knowing this guy, he clearly knew something.

Opening his mouth, he wanted to curse. The Chinese language is profound and extensive. As a cross-century socialist successor born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, having struggled in the world for so many years, Tan Kaixuan was proficient in 108 ways to curse, from physiological to psychological to physical, from biology to genetics to archaeology. At the slightest disagreement, he could launch an all-round, three-dimensional, no-dead-angle joint attack.

But after thinking it over, whatever he knew, Zhao Fusheng surely knew too. Tan Kaixuan decided to use English.

But opening his mouth, he gave up. Cursing in English had no feeling at all; it was like the difference between a real thing and a vibrator. Although the person being pleasured might be satisfied, where was the joy for him in using a rubber product?

Gritting his teeth, Tan Kaixuan raised his middle finger at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing, and the two walked off into the distance side by side.

"How did you know?"

"I heard it from someone."

"Damn! And then you set me up, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't. Besides, you liked her voice, not her personally."

"Nonsense! Look at that figure, almost two of me. Could I like that?"

"Come on, she's only twenty-two this year."

"Their cafeteria must be really good..."

"Look at it this way: in twenty years, she'll still look the same, still weigh the same..."

"Stop, don't say anymore..."

"Hahahaha..."

Often, the most beautiful and precious things in the world are those that cannot be heard or seen, only felt with the heart. Life will never let you down. The wrong turns, the wrong paths, the tears shed, the sweat dripped, the scars left—all make you the unique person you are.

For Tan Kaixuan, this might have been a prank from a friend, but for Zhao Fusheng, it was one of the few things he could do for his brother.

Perhaps this is the meaning of starting over: whether in joy or tears, this life must not leave any regrets.