I dragged the luggage under the train

Not long ago, I met a new friend, he is a guitarist.
Summer seems to be coming, many people have restless, and this scenario, or the same as in previous years. This restlessness, perhaps because of the heat, may be home to heart. But no one seems to care, because we are concerned about the holiday, which belongs to our college short and long holidays.
After some tossing, I dragged the luggage under the train. Walking in the crowded exit passage, I do not know what kind of look I was hanging on my face, happy or sad. Thinking also seems to be a broken clock, stopped turning. Or by the second hand into a minute hand, it marks the departure I can not see clearly. It was only when I was rammed by passers-by in a hurry that I felt vaguely that I was on the way home.
After leaving the station, the sky floated rain, the streets are full of people, some running, some holding umbrellas right foot, but also and his wife walked hand in happiness. I took the baggage on the roadside train, the more the more rain, the more the taxi is in short supply. Seeing dark clouds in the otherwise not bright sky slowly extending, and I especially the dark clouds. Think of home away from their current location is not far away, I ran the box forward, but run faster, it will feel more and more rain. I stopped and walked slowly, at the same pace as usual, except that it was in the rain this time, but there was a feeling of happiness. Because I watched people running around me, I realized that I was the most laid-back at the moment.
This relaxed atmosphere broke in less than two minutes because I heard the guitar sound, mixed with sudden rain into my ears, though not clear, but there are special.
Passing in front of the bridge means home is at hand, I speed up, but still walking, I did not run, even if the heavy rain will come in the next second. Close to the bridge, I heard the song playing the guitar, it is "Maple", I really like a song.
There are many people who make money on the roadside, some begging without labor, others are homeless, but there is no shortage of laborers who earn money through art sales. At this time the bridge, in addition to the old shoemaker shoe repair roadside, is the guitarist. Originally thought this guitarist in the bridge would be a middle-aged homeless, but the result was a young man of my age, his low head convey his seriousness. From his dress and that bastard face, I do not know if he is a student or not so much. I do not know when to stop there, and when he noticed me, "Maple" is nearing completion. That last sentence "Let love penetrate the ground, I want you only by my side," in my opinion, more familiar lyrics. At the moment, I spent a few minutes to appreciate. At the same time, I also see his face, that handsome face, but a long scar in the corner of his eyes, as if deliberately in order to decorate this clean face. This scene did not freeze, he took the guitar away, leaving the wet money, I loudly remind him to take those labor costs, but did not get any response. I do not know how to be good, then put the money to the next old shoemaker.
I just think he is a weird street guitarist.
I was tired when I stayed home for less than three days. It is sad to eat and sleep to occupy all my life, I can only rely on them. After mom repeatedly persuaded, I went to a nearby fast food restaurant to do part-time. Just a few days to work, I do not meet, surprisingly poor mood. Coupled with the staff around me are a lot larger than my aunt, I can not talk to them, I am here just for convenience. But on the fourth day of my work, I became mentally fit, not only because I had adapted to part-time life, but more, I saw him, the bridge guitarist.
He did not backpack nor did he get anything, and I did not see the guitar he had hurried away that night. However, his dress today is very much like a student, an instant, I have a kind of intimacy. I looked at him closing the side of the child, from the door he just entered, until he came to the front desk. After I gave the guest a drink and saw him again, he was talking to the front desk staff who looked familiar. It looks like he has been working here. My guess is correct, he changed his work clothes to start work. He tidied up three tables before I cleaned up one. Is it too slow for me, or is it because my attention has been on him?
For five days in a row, we all worked for each other and no one spoke to anyone. I did not speak, because I do not know what to say, after all, I am a girl, always need some modesty. And he did not speak because he had never thought to talk to me. Not only me, it seems that these days, he hardly spoke to anyone. In addition to say a few words with the front desk sister, or the day he first came.
Around nine o'clock in the evening, after get off work. I humming the song, walking Akira, as if I was a drunk man. How I saw him playing the guitar on the bridge, in my count, from the first time here to see him should have more than ten days. This time did not see him, how he came again today. I had the courage to talk to him, and when I finished the first sentence with my new acquaintance, his expression told me he did not know me. But in fact, we've been working together for days. why not try here | Continue Reading | index | look at here | have a peek here | address | reference | Click Here | review