Germaine Lee and his companion Hill have encountered the biggest crisis in more than a dozen days of stealth! They are being chased by hunters, and they are closer than ever!

Ten minutes ago, Kaplan, the truck driver, called their cell phone and told them that he was about to leave Fort Worth with a full load of goods when he was being chased by a team of hunters, who searched the truck and questioned the driver!

Kaplan didn't reveal any information to the hunters, however, what made Germain and Hill break out in a cold sweat was that they walked around the city of Fort Worth, looking for a place to spend the night, but they didn't expect that after a day of walking, they were only two blocks away from the place where the hunters stopped the truck!

Even at this moment, the distance between them and the hunter is only two blocks!

Germain and Hill broke out in a cold sweat, and after thanking Kaplan, they both threw away the disposable phone that had taken a lot of time and quickly fled in the opposite direction from the hunter.

Ten minutes later, Germain regained his composure, patted Hill on the shoulder, and said, "You can't run like this!

So, they happened to run to Germain and Hill, near the Plaza de San Lucas, and found a stone table and sat down at a relatively secluded corner of the square without cameras.

"We can't outrun a car with our feet. Germain said to Hill.

"I'm worried about how they tracked us down so quickly," Hill said worriedly, "I suspect we've used the draft box in our new mailbox to contact family and friends, and they've found out." ”

"You have a point, we can't use this plan for the time being. Jermain nodded slightly, "When we find a place to live, we'll comb through it again to see which parts are missing." ”

"Okay! Let's go find a private hotel first, there should be a private hotel along the highway on the outskirts of the city that doesn't require identification. Hill agrees, and these days, they're either staying at a friend's house, or they're staying in this kind of private hotel with the nature of a black shop.

"No, can't go to a private hotel. Germain shook his head, he was more thoughtful, "If they had found out about our stealth route before, they would have known our pattern of finding a place to stay, and now the private hotels and motels in Fort Worth, they should all check them one by one, these people know that we are in Fort Worth, and we can't give them a chance." ”

"What then?" Hill hesitated, "Are we going to try to ask a stranger for help?"

"I'm thinking about that too. ”

"Asking a stranger for help, so we are at great risk and not knowing if the stranger will expose us. Hill hesitated.

While they were struggling, suddenly a piano was played on the stage in the middle of the Plaza de San Lucas.

The soft, beautiful piano sound attracted the attention of everyone, including Jermaine and Hillne Square. Germain and Hill, as well as the photographer, subconsciously turned their heads and cameras to look over.

On the stage, there was an Asian man sitting sideways in front of the piano, his posture was straight, and his long fingers were like butterflies, flying up and down on the piano keys.

That beautiful melody is obviously played with this confident and elegant playing!

This Asian man, of course, is Yang Yi.

When you listen to this music, you can't help but be attracted by Yang Yi's focused expression when he plays on stage, but what you see in your eyes is Yang Yi's undulating and rhythmic wrist when playing, and your mind is filled with soothing piano sounds.

Originally, the person in charge of the equipment on the stage looked at Yang Yi with some unease. But listening to Yang Yi's playing, he also knows music very well, although he can't hear the source of this tune, he can also tell Yang Yi's excellent playing skills!

The person in charge likes music, so he likes Yang Yi's playing very much, and he also likes this beautiful music, and hopes to share it with more people. He quietly turned up the volume played by the microphone facing the piano in the stereo, so that the entire San Lucas Square could hear Yang Yi playing the piano.

"It's a good, beautiful piece of music, and it's a wonderful piece to play!" Germain and Hill listened to their discussion, their attention drawn to the sound of the piano, and Hill couldn't help but mumble to himself.

The photographer was more conscientious, and when he heard Hill speak, he turned his camera on them.

Jermain couldn't help but comment: "This song has the power to calm people's minds." ”

After playing the song, Yang Yi didn't mean to come down yet, so he asked the person in charge to bring him a microphone and put it on a rack above the piano.

"I want to sing a song dedicated to the person I love the most. Yang Yi said simply, his palm pointing in the direction where Murphy and the children were sitting.

The passers-by who were a little fascinated when they heard Yang Yi play just now laughed and applauded, foreigners don't like to be introverted, and this kind of generous expression of love can be more recognized by them.

However, Jermain and Hill were shocked into a cold sweat, and at this time, they realized that the Asian man's family was sitting at the table not far from them.

"What shall we do?" asked Hill, "shall we go?"

"Don't move yet, a lot of people are watching, keep a low profile. Germain said.

Yang Yi on the stage played again, and Germain found that he was still playing the tune just now, so he couldn't help but smile lightly and said to Hill: "It's just a coincidence, let's listen to the song!"

Running around these days, fighting wits and courage with the hunters, Germain's spirit has been tense, and now listening to this man playing and singing, he can get a rare opportunity to relax.

The piece being played on the stage was almost past the prelude, and when the piano gradually entered a low voice, Yang Yi also began to hum affectionately: "If_ I_ had_ to_ live_ my_ life_ ithout_ you_ near_ me......"

Although it is only semi-professional audio equipment, its sound is clear enough, and Yang Yi's singing, accompanied by the gentle piano sound, spread throughout the audience. The professional singing voice, with a deep magnetic voice, immediately firmly grasped the hearts of the listeners in the square.

The lyrics are just as warm and healing.

"If I had to live without you, those days would be empty and those nights would be long...... With you, I see the future so clearly......"

It's not very straightforward, but you can still read the deep love between the lines!

Germaine was hooked, especially as the song gradually hit the highs/climaxes: "Hold_ me_ no, touch_ me_ no, I_ don't_ ant_ to_ live_ ithout_ you!" nothing’s_ gonna_ change_ my_ love_ for_ you……”

Yes, the song that Yang Yi is playing and singing is the theme song "Nothing's_ gonna_ change_ my_ love_ for_ you" of the classic "Dream of the Covered Bridge".

The originally soothing rhythm suddenly became brisk, and Yang Yi's singing also made people see his strong singing skills.

"Oh my God, are we listening to a concert?" asked the young man in the audience who was drinking beer.

"I don't know, but I know how deep his love for his wife is!" the companion shook his head.

"How do you know it's his wife? Didn't he just say he was a lover?"

"You see they both have children, two children!" the companion rolled his eyes, "can you please let me listen to the song properly." ”

Jermain, who was not disturbed, listened to it fascinated, although he couldn't judge the height of Yang Yi's singing level, but he liked Yang Yi's song very much!

"I love Linda, she and the children must have been waiting for me for a long time at home!" Germaine listened to the song and thought of his wife and children, "I think, I will love them too, nothing can change my love for you!"

In the director's selfie diary, which was later edited into Germain's diary, he also mentioned this incident.

"Today, listening to Yang's songs, I feel full of energy, and the passion to continue fighting with the hunters has returned! I have made a bold decision to meet my wife under the noses of the hunters......