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Chapter 17 Silver Dagger (2)

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    As soon as I stretched my head over, he suddenly raised his head: "Little brother, come on, let me do the math for you."

    There was nothing around him.  There is always a period of time every day, some buzzing sound is like a bee, shaking in places we can't see.  These voices made me dazed.

    I guess he was calling me.

    "What kind of?"

    "whatever."

    "I do not believe."

    "I can't help but believe it. I see that your sky is round and your eyes are bright. You must come from a famous family. You will be lucky in the future."

    "I'm looking for someone, can you figure out where he is?"

    A small spider crawled into the drain pipe, and it rained heavily, and the spider was washed out.  The sun came out to dry the rain, and the little spider crawled into the drain pipe again

    "This, it's too easy. Come here. Do you have money?"

    "It's very easy, you just need to calculate whether he has been with the music all the time."

    around the roses, the buckets have tilted, and we've all fallen

    "Music? Yingyue? Men, of course they are with women."

    "What are you saying?"

    we all fell.  On one or two I tie my shoelaces, on three or four I open the door

    "You have to figure it out before you say it. You have to cooperate. How much money do you have?"

    "Forget it, forget it."

    five or six are uncomfortable, seven or eight we lie down, ninety and start again

    "It doesn't matter how much money you have."

    I still don't move.

    "I'm only interested in magic. Would you?"

    "Magic? That's great. I used to play magic. I sold Rubik's cubes and magic rings. Have you ever played? You?"

    lie.  There's a little spider crawling down the drain

    "I want to turn everything into music."

    "I will, I can do magic."

    "What will you change?"

    "What do you want me to change?"

    "If you really understand magic, just change the money in my pocket and say nothing."

    "Brother, you are smart! But smart people sometimes get confused. Come here, and I will do the math for you. My fee is very reasonable. Come here!"

    I turned my face to the other end of the flyover.

    The coins and other trinkets in my trouser pocket jingled.

    On the gentle slope at the other end of the bridge, there is a sculptural one-armed old man.

    He also has only one leg.

    You will feel that he is only half body.  His skin is dark and his waist is straight, like a broken tree.

    He has been sitting on the ground, his upper body is surrounded by a piece of ragged clothes, and his good arm is raised like a great man, neither high nor low nor humble, and he is politely stopping those illegal vehicles like a traffic policeman.

    On the other side of his bare shoulder, the upper body was removed from the armpit, becoming a tree trunk without branches.  The sun first baked him into the color of yellow earth, and then into the color of black earth.  He held up his intact arm vigorously and greeted the people passing by.  I figured he must have been a soldier, a great soldier.  Until now he is still so healthy and very strong.  His face was calm, without a trace of pain.

    He must have been a handsome man in his younger days, before his disability.

    He must be a legend.

    Every time, I carefully put coins and keychains, a handful of things that I think are useful, into the box in front of him, and they jingled and made a merry noise.

    He didn't say anything.  I expected him to look at me and say something to me.

    But his eyes didn't make contact with me.

    I misunderstood his expression.

    I always thought he was looking at everyone passing by, but he wasn't.

    He looked gently, peacefully at everyone who passed by, but he looked at no one, he looked at no one.  He neither begged nor thanked anyone.

    He is the most dignified beggar I have ever seen.

    I quietly left as if nothing had happened.

    I walked with my head down.

    When I have a certain number of coins, I will still come here and jingle them into his black iron box.

    76

    Ah Xing and Ah Huang were waiting for me at the door of a KFC.

    "A Xing, have you ever told your fortune?"

    &Ah Huang smiled happily.

    Ah Xing said, "I'm afraid of meeting people I know."

    "It's not shameful."

    "Then, let's go to the flyover."

    "No, it's here. I actually played it for her."

    "The golden man in the window? Her? She just ignores you."

    "She is sister Yuanyang."

    "Your friend? No wonder she winked at you just now. Why do you have all kinds of friends?"

    We are under the shady banyan tree, two meters away from sister Yuanyang. The aerial roots of the banyan tree are like beards, fluttering gently in the air.

    Ah Huang took out the handkerchief, carefully unfolded it on the ground, and pressed the four corners with stones.  They crouch down.

    I have to stand.  To play the harmonica, you have to stand so that you can breathe.

    My legs are shaking a little.  Does she like to hear it?  She must know that I am blowing for her.

    They both looked at me.

    I tried playing a few notes, but my breath was not smooth at all, and my mouth was full of metal taste.  Also, I always feel like people all over the street are looking at me, which makes me nervous.

    I simply close my eyes.

    Those air roots that flutter like beards, the breeze they bring rolls over my forehead.  The reflection of the window glass is changing, and she is dressed as a Barbie doll's golden ocean-going sister, who is as perfect as a dummy.

    The music in my heart is back.

    I played one after another, singing in my heart.

    The music in my heart is very loud, but she may not be able to hear it.

    If she can separate all other sounds, she can hear.

    I played "Silver Dagger", and then played other songs one after another.  The moon walks through the white lotus-like clouds, and the evening wind blows bursts of happy singingI always want to see your smiling face and hear your voice.  I have an agreement with the prairie to find common roots The last rose in summer is still blooming alone.  There is no more flower by her sidethe moon shines on the Colorado Riverwalking here and there, you can see a little girl, girl, girl

    I didn't stop until I felt my scalp tingling, dizzy, and dizzy.  I opened my eyes, and the crowd dispersed.

    Cities shine brighter than ever.

    After the music stops, the world has a special kind of tranquility.

    The dense backs are moving, and people seem to be surrounded by a bright edge.  When they left the stage, the world opened up, and the window not far away appeared, and the west sun just shone on it.  The glass was bigger and brighter than the sun, and from it exploded light shot in all directions.

    I thought Ah Xing and Ah Huang had already left.

    Lowering their heads, the two of them were looking at me, both proud and satisfied, their smiles were never brighter than before.

    (Illustration 7 People's backs move, as if they were bordered by a bright edge. When they exit, the world opens up, and they are dressed as Barbie's golden sister, perfect like a dummy)

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