The homeless man, dressed in rags, with a chicken coop on his head and carrying a valuable guitar case, wanders aimlessly along the street. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere are no "beggars" here, no one kowtows and repeats that good people have a safe life. The homeless also lost the possibility of joining the organization.

He stopped in the middle of the street park. It's a crowded place, with small flag tours, French-speaking backpackers, and locals walking their dogs. There is a large "Laker" poster hanging on the office building, and several black children are wearing No. 24, imitating their idols to play ball under the poster.

A thin figure flashed behind the tree. It's Cortana, and she's been following her for three blocks.

Cortana frowned, she didn't understand the language, she had no identity, and it was very dangerous to be out alone. She knew she had to trust someone, and she knew she couldn't trust someone, and it was an experience of pain, and experience brought pain.

"Hey."

A big hand slapped on top of her head, and Cortana screamed and turned like a frightened fawn. She curled up in a ball and looked up to see a man standing in the backlight.

"Why are you here?"

Cortana asked him if he was a vagabond. The homeless man rolled his eyes and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"The road is your home? Why can't I be here? Cortana deliberately puffed up her chest to make herself look stronger.

The homeless man didn't speak, and this kind of kid who rolled out of the street ran the train with his mouth full of mouth, and couldn't communicate at all.

……

Two hours later.

The two sat in an old movie theater, their chairs crooked and the damp musty smell all over the room.

Cortana asks him where he is going. He said cinema. Cortana is strange, are you still in the mood to watch a movie when you ask for food?

He stared into Cortana's eyes and replied very seriously: "I'm not asking for food, I'm a singer!" ”

The homeless man can't get rid of Cortana, Cortana has seen through him, he is a soft-hearted person. Although he is a child, he should be able to bully him......

Before coming, the homeless man was simply groomed in the toilet, and his messy hair was pressed back by a baseball cap, revealing a young face. The curtain fluorescently flickered pale, making the homeless man look weak. Cortana sat beside her, and she secretly looked at the corners of the homeless man's eyes.

Cortana laughed at him: "Watch a movie and wear makeup?" It's pretentious enough. ”

He snorted and ignored her. The homeless man paired with a malnourished girl is eye-catching all the way. The foreigner is nosy, and he must call the police to avoid trouble, so he has to make himself more normal and more like a person.

Black and white movie, she doesn't know what to play. The male protagonist stares at the heroine at the end, and the heroine softly says goodbye, and the two part. It seems that all stories end with "goodbye", but reality never says goodbye.

The projected beam of light shifts in the darkness and disappears.

The lights are on, dim and dirty.

There were less than 10 people in the entire screening room, and the men and women who were hiding in the corner and making love left in a huff, and the woman sitting in the front row collected her mood and walked out the door. The homeless man got up from the shadows, unhurried, and followed.

The woman can't see the face, only the back. She has a slender figure and a graceful step, and her long hair flutters in the wind. The elbows of the clothes are white, and the cuffs are exposed, which shows that life is tight.

Cortana asked him, "Who is this man?" ”

He shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Cortana sneered, I don't know? I don't know you're hanging behind people like a ghost.

After getting out of the subway, I came to a low-rent apartment, and watched the woman go upstairs before the homeless man stopped. He bowed his head, his eyes like two black holes.

There was a circle of people across the street, and an old foreign man with a full face of white hair and white hair was playing the piano. The piano is old, the fingers are covered with dirt, but the melody is gripping.

The homeless man squeezed through the crowd and smiled at the old man. Then open the guitar case and take out a "Gibson" acoustic guitar. The surface of the piano is soft, the light can shine on people, and it is a good piano.

The audience applauded, thinking that the two were going to perform together. He just stood stunned, holding the guitar in his arms, motionless.

The old man used to be a music professor, but his wife and daughter died in a car accident. He had nothing to love in his life, donated all his property, and asked for food all over the world.

No...... It's vagrancy.

The old man's piano skills have turned back and forth, and he regrets that he has poked a wood carving clay sculpture around him, which spoils the scenery. Someone threw money at the old man's hat on the ground, but the guitarist glared at him, and the man was shocked, shouting "OKOK" and throwing five dollars into his guitar case.

Cortana hid in the crowd, staring intently at the homeless man. Who is he?

The sun is sinking in the west, and the streets are like washing, reflecting a dazzling light.

On the third floor opposite, there is a busy figure, and it seems that there is a child inadvertently?

The homeless man put down his guitar and took out his cigarette case. The "phew" sound spits out the filter, and the tobacco reaches the tip of the tongue. The old man who played the piano let go of his finger and asked him for a cigarette.

When the piano ended, the audience dispersed like a tide.

"It's a good piano." The old man said.

The homeless man was noncommittal: "It's a good piano." ”

"Why don't you play?"

"The one who listens is not there."

The window is lit up.

The homeless man lights a cigarette.

"Yes, the one who listened was not there." The old man's expression was gloomy, and his words aroused sadness. He stared at him with the eyes of a high-ranking monk and said, "Kidney, you are still young, don't waste your life." It's a little early for you to be a homeless man now, and you've robbed us old guys of our jobs. ”

The homeless man laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Jason, I have a treat today to make amends to you." Attribution for the sin of robbing you of your job. ”

Jason was helpless, and smoke erupted from his beard.

The homeless man put on his guitar, agreed with Jason to see him or her, and left. Jason goes to the bar first, he doesn't drink or enjoy, and all the daily income is exchanged for drinks to numb himself.

The piano was thrown on the side of the street, left to the wind and rain. It doesn't matter, it's just a toy.

Cortana quickly caught up with the homeless man and tugged at the corners of his clothes: "Why did he call you Kidney?" She understood the simple words, so she had this question.

The homeless man seemed to smile: "Shen, it's not a kidney." Foreigners are all like this, so they don't need to be serious. ”

"Shen ......" Xiao Na blurted out, hiding inexplicable disgust in her eyes, and immediately swallowed back.

The homeless man understood what she meant, she didn't tell the truth herself, how could she ask others to tell the truth? I wanted to ask the other party's name, but I had to keep it in my heart.

"Shen Jing, Shen. The Shen of the Yang, the well of the well. The homeless man looked calm, and said his name with great pride. He bowed his head and asked her, "Do you know Shen. Where's the yang? ”

Xiao Nawan didn't expect the other party to be so generous, and her tone couldn't help but soften a lot: "Of course, I have learned from the country." ”

Shen Jing, Shen Jing. Nerve...... Neuropathy......

Cortana muttered to herself, read it a few times, and laughed back and forth.

……

Restaurant.

The tables and chairs are elegantly and beautifully decorated.

At peak dining, the place is empty. On the marble floor knelt a Middle Eastern man, his face pale, his eyes scorched yellow, and his lips as thin as paper. His thighs were soaked in blood, which had solidified purple and black, and the base of his thighs was tightly tied with the waistband of his trousers.

There was a round table in front of him, and behind it was a middle-aged man. He has curly black hair, a hairy beard, brown skin, and two blue eyes on his hooked nose. There were two grim-looking men beside him, their eyes fixed on the faces of the Middle Easterners.

Middle Easterners intermittently: "He ...... He suddenly ...... Suddenly got into the car...... I...... I don't see anything......" He plucked up all his courage, looked directly at the man, and prayed, "Nick...... I...... Give me one more chance......"

Nick sat behind the table, took a long breath, and slowly exhaled. The freshly baked "cheese grilled bamboo shoots" in front of him didn't move, shook his head and said, "I've lost weight recently, and I just had a little appetite today, and I ruined it all for you." Do you know how important eating is to human beings? If I can live without eating, I'm willing to pay any price. ”

"I'm sorry...... Nick ...... "Middle Easterners can't help but apologize.

Nick waved his hand: "Hassan, calm down, what about your partner?" ”

The Middle Eastern man named Hassan trembled like a ghost: "In the hospital." ”

"Hurt?"

"Yes."

"What injury?"

Hassan took a cool breath: "Cracked bones!! I...... I didn't see anything...... He was like that...... That's what the Asian guy did......"

For the first time, Nick took his eyes off the plate and to his face, asking, "Bruce Lee?" He laughed as he spoke, and made a few exaggerated gestures.

Hassan didn't know how to answer, so he nodded awkwardly.

"Jane." Nick tilted his head and called the man behind him.

Jane bent down and leaned into Nick's ear. Nick sighed, "Go ahead, bring the people back." ”

"Yes"

Jane straightened her back, turned and left.

"Wait." Nick stopped him, only to hear the gunshot, dull and long. The Middle Eastern man fell to the ground at the sound, and brains flowed from his brows. Nick smiled at Jane and said softly, "Hassan was my friend. ”