However, when he thought of Wedel, Hai Ge felt a faint pain in his heart. The first time I saw the alien visitor was on the first day he fled from Ningxin City to Xijin City.

But that meeting between the two was not called acquaintance, but only a chance encounter. Wedel, with his long, burnt yellow hair and a mustache as unkempt as a bird's nest, sat on the side of the bustling Canter Street in a dirty, torn yellow shirt with a harmonica in his mouth, guitar in his hand, and a broken drum kit with his feet on his feet, and was intently performing in the flow of people from north to south. But in reality, he was the only one who was intoxicated.

Fifty years ago, in the cosmopolitan city of Xijin, there were countless wandering artists like Wedel who begged for a living on the streets, and as long as their costumes and artistic skills were strange enough to attract the attention of passers-by, they usually received rich rewards, so although they were called beggars, they actually lived a life comparable to that of the rich.

Fifty years later, the industry is in decline, and the way to make a living by making a living by making a living by playing tricks on the streets is no longer as prevalent and well-paid as it was at the beginning of the 22nd century.

Electronic entertainment is popular, phantom thinking is imperceptibly into the blood of human beings at the end of the century, wearing two invisible retinal patch VR glasses, sitting on the sofa can stand on the stage with superstars and interact passionately, who is still rare and vulgar and boring street culture?

For this kind of begging army, people have long been numb, and when they pass by, they either ignore it, or throw a copper horn or two coins casually, and the attitude is far less indifferent than treating pets kept at home, no, even stray cats and dogs that are rummaging in the garbage heap.

As a result, the itinerant artists were forced to change careers one after another, and those who were not very capable went to the pit to be abducted, and the more powerful ones joined the black society, and lost their lives or made a fortune by participating in the trafficking of drugs, weapons or slaves.

Only Wedel doesn't move. He was like a stone pier, and no amount of the tide of the times could wash him away from Kanter Street. Real life is getting more and more cruel, but he is as comfortable as a bystander, and it has nothing to do with him how many dimes are piled up on the lid of the instrument case every day, as if he is fortunate to play and sing for his own amusement.

Those who know him can't understand that the income is so meager, and the money he asks for every day when he closes the stall is not enough to buy a pound of bread, why hasn't this guy starved or died of disease after all these years?

Haige, who broke into Xijin City with a wound, is like a frightened bird. The city was so beautiful and too big, like a mythical palace of light and electricity, that no matter which street he went, he was afraid of stepping on the clean sidewalks.

Look at the tall buildings reaching into the blue sky, like many giants built with color-changing glass. The towers on either side were the wings of giants, but they didn't have to fly high to have their heads submerged in the wandering clouds. So most of those buildings can't see the top.

In mid-air, there is a "buzzing" sound like a bee flapping its wings, but in fact, it is a flying car designed in the image of various insects, speeding on the invisible aerial highway. At the end of the century, the power fuel for cars was no longer gasoline or electricity, but water. The fuel tank of each car is a hydrogen and oxygen separator with high power and high efficiency, as long as a sufficient amount of water is injected into it, the separated hydrogen can be used for the car to fly smoothly for a long time. Oxygen is discharged into the atmosphere from the exhaust pipe, contributing to a healthy living environment for humans.

Different from the energy-saving, emission-reduction and green travel guidelines advocated by people in the last century, the earthlings who are about to enter the 22nd century regard car driving as the best way to promote green environmental protection and avoid the greenhouse effect.

Although the flying car does not make a loud noise, it can still scare Hai Ge, who is walking on the ground, nervous, and he always has the illusion that those vehicles are coming at him and want to arrest him back to Ningxin City.

After walking for a long time, there was finally one place that attracted him and made him stop, and that was the performance venue of Wedel. The tramp played the music so beautifully that he thought he had melted into the music, and had become a small note on the staff.

It was a very old ballad, and the song should be called "500 Miles", and the singer was ...... Hey, Hai Ge has long forgotten that long list of names, but one of the lyrics is always in my ears: Lord, I am five hundreds miles from home.

Thinking back to a few months ago, after several struggles, he desperately escaped from the "home" that took the life of the stupid dragon and made him gnash his teeth and hatred, and suddenly heard this song without lyrics, and his heart felt a special feeling.

In particular, when Wedel creatively used a single ensemble of multiple instruments, he accelerated the tempo of the tune, and at the same time, he also added drums to add to the fun, and the bright style of the music made Haige feel relieved and enjoy the joy of rebirth. In the music, Hai Ge gradually forgets the pain and pain brought by that distant hell.

He cast an admiring glance at the wandering artist, the only reward he could get for watching the performance. But he didn't dare to move forward, and tried to stand as far away as he could, as long as he could hear the music clearly and see the silhouette of the performer. His thin body was hidden behind a thick fiber optic cable pole, and with this layer of cover, even if the player occasionally looked here, it was impossible to notice that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old little fan who was even more depressed than him was hiding a hundred paces away from him.

Throughout the afternoon, Hai Ge quietly enjoyed the free performance like a one-man show until twilight approached.

The days were getting longer and longer, and it was about to enter the winter season, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter day by day, and people were always talking about this strange thing after dinner, but at this time, it was exactly what Haige wanted, and he thought that as long as there was daylight, the wandering artist would not stop playing.

However, no matter how touching the concert is, there is also a time when the song is over. After the last song, Wedel got up from the ground contentedly and shook off his sore-numbed legs. Then he packed up a large pile of stuff into a crude wooden cart and dragged it slowly toward the west of the city. To the west of Xijin City is the suburbs, which belong to the slum area, where the street beggars in the past basically lived, but now there are fewer people and much quieter.

With nowhere else to go, Hai Ge simply quietly followed his new idol to the western suburbs, which made him both timid and excited.

In this completely unfamiliar city, although the streets are full of pedestrians, no one is willing to take the initiative to deal with him. While Hai Ge is cheering for her new life, her loneliness is even stronger.

Compared with Xijin City, which has a population of more than 10 million and ranks first among the cities in the world in terms of commercial development, Ningxin City, which is surrounded by mountains, can only be regarded as a small countryside. But even in that small city, Haige was confused and lost from time to time, and after escaping to Xijin, he lost his sense of direction even more, which made his situation even worse, and he felt more and more uncertain about the future.