On Saturday morning, "Liszt Street" ushered in the enthusiasm of the resting citizens as usual. They start a day of leisure from [Liszt Street] with a beautiful brunch as the www.biquge.info of the Fun Pavilion, and start a day of leisure trip from [Liszt Street] with satisfaction.

Buses from the West End to the North End are sandwiched between luxury limousines and follow the Charles River into the North End. After passing the [Fenway Park] in [Back Bay], drive in the direction of Liszt.

Like many citizens who take the bus into "Liszt Street", a young man who looks to be in his early twenties sits in his seat, hunched and bowed, his thin gray long-sleeved hood against his muscular body, which looks like a regular exercise, and a soft hood over his head.

One could not see his expression, but look at his arms propped up on his knees, the palms that held each other, and his broad shoulders that trembled slightly. It seemed that the young man was nervous about something. His jeans-clad legs occasionally touched the paper bag beneath him, so that the wobbly bus wouldn't let the contents fall out.

His outfit was a little out of place now that it had entered summer, and there was a slight heat leaking through his exposed neck, and beads of sweat from his fine smile seeped out of the skin of his neck.

"Are you alright?" the woman sitting on the young man's side pulled her child and pressed the young man's shoulder with concern.

The young man tilted his head and smiled slightly, revealing his neat white teeth, "Thank you, I'm fine." His blue eyes showed genuine gratitude.

The skin on the woman's fingers was not very smooth, she stroked the young man's shoulder with concern, thought for a moment, and took out a can of water from her purse, "You should make up some water, it's hot right now." ”

"Thank you. The young man did not refuse, he smiled and took the water from the other man's rough hand, spun the cap of the bottle, raised his head, and rolled his protruding Adam's apple up and down.

It was indeed much more comfortable, and the young man gratefully returned the remaining half of the jug to the woman, and smiled apologetically. The woman smiled unhappily and continued to pull her child while waiting for the bus to reach its destination.

The young man lowered his head again, and he could feel that he was surrounded by kind people.

The fact that these people who travel from the West End to the North End on weekends still need to take the bus shows what kind of class they are in the West End.

The bus has not yet reached the terminal, but for the people on board, they have already reached their destination. The crowd poured out as the back door opened, and the young man waited patiently for the end, picked up his paper bag, and got out of the car after the crowd.

The sun at nine o'clock was beautiful, and the young man squinted at the sky and showed a complicated smile.

His fingers clenched the paper bag, and he was not attracted by the flow of people, and immediately scattered around in the windows of the shops on both sides of the street. His purpose seemed to be very clear, and he walked on [Liszt Street] until he came to the middle of the street.

[Liszt Street] does not allow vehicles to enter, so there is a crossover Shiji Road in the middle section, which is connected to [Liszt Back Street]. The young man was standing at the intersection with the most people, just in time to catch the crowd of people who were eating brunch in the back street.

Men and women dressed in fine clothes passed by him, and occasionally someone he knew stopped in surprise, "Hey, Blake, I heard you're back!"

The young man took a deep breath and nodded with a smile.

"How's the university?" the other seemed to have a chatting meaning, "I heard that you have completed your bachelor's degree and are applying for graduate school." ”

Blake nodded, he didn't know how to end such a conversation.

Fortunately, the other party seemed to sense his discomfort, smiled and waved, "Say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Stone (Blake's last name) on my behalf." ”

Blake breathed a sigh of relief, nodded again, and pursed his lips as he looked at the acquaintance who had left. He knew that since he had decided, he would definitely do it.

There are still so many people, they are laughing, relaxed, and unburdened to walk towards the things they like. This is Liszt Street, and if you don't have what you want to have, you won't come here.

However, there is one more thing that attracts them in the eyes of the crowd.

People's eyes widened, and they put aside what they wanted to buy for a moment, and looked at the young man standing in the crossroads.

Blake lowered his hood, revealing a somewhat messy blond hair. His hand unzipped his own, revealing his muscular chest inside, and then, under everyone's bewildered gaze, he pushed away the coat that hung over his shoulders.

There is no end.

Blake's hands were fiddling around his waist, jeans were unbuttoned, and he bent down, untied his shoelaces, and took off his shoes somewhat awkwardly.

Someone had already covered their mouths, and those who knew the young master of the Stone family nervously pulled the people around them, with uncertain mouths, as if to say, 'What's going on?!'

Blake, who had only one ** in his body, looked at the crowd, he pursed his mouth, his chest rose and fell rapidly because of tension, and his muscles full of lines trembled slightly in the sun. His hands rested uncomfortably at his sides, as if even his own mind was blank, forgetting what he was going to do next.

If it's just a pay-TV nightly show, it should be a good moment for some women or a few men. But now, it's daytime. No one knew what was going on!

Blake bent over, his arm bewildered by the sunlight reaching into the paper bag that was set aside.

A piece of cardboard was taken out, and Blake stiffened it in front of him, holding a marker in his hand.

'What is your true hell, written on me. ’

Inexplicably, time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Zach raised his hand, raised his sunglasses, and squinted at the young man. He tugged Alice on the shoulder, "Let's write." ”

"Hey!" Lola panicked as she grabbed Alice, who was Zakla forward, "Don't go." The girl lowered her voice, she seemed frightened, "Well, that's Mr. Stone's grandson......"

Zach raised an eyebrow, what does it matter. He pulled Alice, who was in a dilemma, and walked in front of the young man, smiled and nodded, and stretched out his hand.

Blake was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before he handed the pen out of his hand.

Zach smiled and pulled open the cap, the black marker tip was under Blake's collarbone, Zach chose the most convenient place, and moved his arm slightly, 'alone'.

Blake's head was slightly lowered, and he looked at the very decent gentleman in front of him and wrote a few words, and smiled at him gratefully.

Zach nodded, smiled, and said, "Real hell, I like your diction." Then, he handed the pen to Alice.

The banshee's eyes were the same as those of an ordinary girl, dodging the young man's body in front of her, and she looked at Zack with a panicked expression. Zach smiled encouragingly.

Alice took a few deep breaths, and she reached out her hand, at her height, right under Blake's left chest, and the banshee wrote a few words, 'Can't live anymore'.

"Hi. Lola, who was pulled over by Louise, bowed her head and greeted the brother next door in embarrassment.

When Alice finished writing, she didn't seem to know what to do, Louise looked at what Zach had written, smiled and took the pen from Alice's hand, 'Lose what you have now'.

Zach smiled and grabbed Louise's head and kissed her gently. The vampire tilted his head sideways and looked at a nervous Blake with a smile, 'Thank you. ’

Blake seemed to relax a bit, smiling and nodding at Zach.

Louise shook the pen in her hand in front of Lola.

Lola hesitantly took the pen and pointed to Blake's arm, "Hands!"

Blake smiled, seemed to be completely relaxed, and stretched out his arm, Lola took the palm of the brother she knew very well, and thought for a long time before writing, 'Grow up'.

"If you're in trouble, don't count me in!" added Lola.

Blake smiled and shook his head, "No. ”

Lola Barton seems to be off to a good start.

Those who stood on the side of the road, unable to believe what was in front of them, seemed to have an example. Especially those who knew Lola and Blake, who were still nervous, but slowly approached. I don't know whether to praise Blake's boldness or to understand the meaning of this.

But they took the pen from the man next to them, put aside their thoughts of Blake for a moment, and began to think about what words to leave on this young skin.

Everyone who finishes writing gets a Blake smile.

Wrong, it should be the other way around, and when people write that sentence with a sense of relief, they will give Blake a smile.

'Wake up with no one on your pillow'.

'The company can't sustain itself'.

'Mother's illness is more severe'.

'xx no longer ignores me'.

......

The crowd is growing.

It seems that before writing their own words, reading other people's 'hell' has also become one of the affairs of those who take up the pen.

They drew circles on some of the words, with a small label of '+1'.

'My children don't love me'.

'No time for family'.

'Expulsion'.

'No bridesmaids'.

......

Someone began to smile at the previous person who was lost in thought as they took the pen, "No, you can get through." ”

"Thank you. ”

After a brief hug, new handwriting was left on Blake's skin.

'Not recognized by the family'.

'No friends'.

'Graduation'.

'Disappoint xx'.

Blake lifted his legs, his skin covered in notes. But the person who took the pen didn't care that he had to squat on the ground and write his own 'hell'.

They handed the pen to the next person and patted Blake on the shoulder.

......

The crowd was pushed apart by people in police uniforms, and it was time for this 'performance art' to come to an end.

When Blake was taken away, amid the exclamations of the people, the flow of people quickly washed away the qiē that had happened here without a trace.

Saturday's "Liszt Street" was restored to its proper appearance.