What truly matters is that it's of no use no matter who you tell. Things will remain as they are, and if the status quo cannot be changed, what's the point of saying so much? Therefore, it's better to keep it hidden in your heart. At least this way, no one will hear you feeling so sad.
Stepping out of the club, away from the bustling place, away from the field, and away from the social circle, the time for solitude finally arrived. This was the period Cao Baming enjoyed the most.
As long as the fans did not actively interfere, this time was incredibly romantic and comfortable. No one cared about him, no one watched him, and he could do whatever he pleased.
Where to go next, or what to eat or do, all depended on his mood. No one could stop him, and there was no need to consider anyone else's feelings. This was the irreplaceable great advantage of solitude.
Sitting in his top-of-the-line silver-white Rolls-Royce sports car, Cao Baming raised the roof. This way, the wind outside would not blow on his face, and instead, it provided a different sense of security.
Following the familiar road, he reached the port. Suddenly, an idea struck Cao Baming.
Why go home in such a hurry? It was only a little past five o'clock, and the sun had not even set yet. Why not go out for a spin?
Since the idea had occurred, he could immediately start thinking about where would be a good place to go. This led him to reflect on the events of the past week.
Although he couldn't hang out with his teammates this past week, he had almost met up with all his other good friends. Most importantly, he had accompanied Wu Xue to her villa and visited some nearby tourist attractions.
But one thing suddenly surprised him: why hadn't he been to the seaside at all in the past seven days? Could it be that the sea no longer held any attraction for him?
Living in a coastal city, one can indeed develop such a feeling after a while. It feels as though the sea is no longer a place to yearn for; it's merely a very ordinary location, not much different from the wide streets, dim streetlights, and bustling city scenes he saw before him at this moment.
However, upon closer reflection, some things could only be fulfilled by the sea.
In these bustling streets, quiet places were exceedingly rare. Even if he went to a small grove, through the gaps in the trees and leaves, he could still see the distant city lights. Shining into his eyes through these gaps, it was impossible to escape an environment disturbed by the human world. How difficult it was to truly see.
Even if he could find a place far from human settlements, where no one could be seen, and it was extremely quiet, such a place would still not be considered natural. Because even when looking up at the sky, he could still see the reflection of city lights beneath the clouds. It had revealed everything.
In such an environment, how could one's heart truly find peace?
Achieving absolute inner peace was a very difficult thing.
But when a person stares intently at the sea, watching wave after wave crash ashore, then recede back into the ocean with the sand, repeating tirelessly, in this environment, everything would quiet down and become as tranquil as the sea itself.
Soon, all the surrounding noises would completely disappear. Even if they still existed, they could no longer invade one's ears. Cao Baming still had a memory of this feeling.
Perhaps the experience of the last island vacation was too unforgettable. The impression of the sea from that period was definitely good. If a perfect score was 10, that impression would have reached about nine-point-five.
With this thought, Cao Baming turned without hesitation at the intersection. Turning right and continuing straight down this road, it would take less than half an hour to reach the sea.
He hadn't traveled this road much before. He only knew that following this direction would lead to the sea. This was a major advantage of being on an island nation; going to the sea was never difficult.
Along the way, Cao Baming gently rolled down his car window, feeling the breeze blowing on his face. As they approached the sea, this breeze became more intense, indicating their increasing proximity to the ocean.
Finally, after driving for more than twenty minutes on an empty stomach, he saw through the windshield that in the distance, all the lights had disappeared. Ahead lay only a vast expanse of azure.
From such a distance, he couldn't yet distinguish whether this azure was the sky or the sea, but no matter what, it was the end of the city, the direction of his longing, his destination.
After driving for another two minutes, the car finally stopped on the beach. The softness of the sand was completely different from the surrounding cement ground. Even without stepping on it directly, one could distinctly feel the difference as the car tires rolled over it.
Gently parking the car, he pulled the handbrake and opened the door to step out into the empty area.
The surroundings were deserted. There wasn't even a streetlight on this stretch of beach; there was no light at all. At this moment, he could only rely on the afterglow of the sunset and the faint moonlight. The sky had not completely darkened yet, so the tracks on the sand were still visible.
This was a perfect place. There wasn't a soul in sight, and the sound was incredibly quiet. There was no hum of cars, no other commercial noise. All that existed was the sound of the sea crashing on the vast beach and the sound of waves hitting the black rocks beside it.
Nature is truly a composer. What musician could create music more beautiful than the sounds of nature itself?
Taking a couple of steps forward, he looked back. The car sat alone in the middle of the beach.