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Any similarity is purely coincidental.
Many years later, when the war finally ended and Lin Shuang met Lu Chenfeng again in a seaside town, they were no longer what they were back then.
His temples turned white. There were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. The waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, making a sound completely different from the muffled sounds of the past.
They sat on a bench and looked at the horizon in the distance.
After a long time, she asked: "Have you ever saved anyone since then?"
He said: "I rescued a child. He fished it out of the water. He asked me, uncle, if there was a war in the sea? I said no. The sea is so big that it can hold all the sounds."
She smiled. Very light.
Then she took something out of her bag and handed it to him.
A voice recorder. It was very old, and the corners were worn white.
He took it and pressed play.
What came out of it were not those sounds from back then - the boy who learned to use chopsticks, the Mike who wanted to hold his daughter for three days, those muffled sounds, those coordinates.
It's another paragraph. She recorded it later.
There is only one sentence:
"Some voices should not be forgotten."
After listening, he looked at her.
She said: "I stayed for thirty years. Now, here it is for you."
He held the recorder for a long time.
Then he said, "I understand now what your grandfather said."
She asked: "Which sentence?"
He looked into her eyes.
"Frost can be seen underneath."
The waves continued to crash against the rocks.
There are children flying kites in the distance.
The recordings of war were finally covered by the sounds of peace.
But the recorder is still there.
Those voices are still there.
They remember.
Purpose: World peace