He Showed Up

Until that day, he appeared.

Near noon, the store is very clean, not a customer. This is the most relaxing time out of my day, lazily lying on the counter, like a snooze cat, but Sishuifeishui the. Music ears ringing Enya like the church came. I listen to her voice directly touch the soul, is to appease, relieved. In her music, I just want to lay into the tomb, indivisible, tranquility. Unfortunately, this stardust destroyed by a shadow. I hurried positive Masachika looked up, eyes Looking visitors. I saw a young man, his left hand holding a book, is the "reader", the other hand is waving Xu Wei discs. I say hello to him in a professional enthusiasm, this Simuxiangdui moment, I saw a chiseled face covered with small lumps. He smiled: "You can really enjoy Enya hypnosis for you", and then he let me try to put a CD disc Xu Wei put "you". The prelude to the sound, we all help to gently and other surrounding quiet similar smile that felt so relaxed. He told me, Xu Wei Xi'an early years in the underground passage sing it. I jokingly said: I saw him yesterday, a little door in the south side of singing. His eyes suddenly light up, then laughed: You can really joking. We will soon be like friends, chatted up the original songs he also frequented the South Street underpass. Turn Speaking of "readers," we have the same feelings, it is true, the incarnation of goodness and beauty, the simple truth, natural to carving OK, give us belief. "Essays" too hard, too sharp, too sharp, the YLI too deliberately, hypocritical. From music to talk to the magazine, we have too many topics. My first encounter with such a fit person, Brief Encounter.

Soon, he received a phone call, and told me he wanted to go back to work, he is taking advantage of the lunch break time to stroll around with a few of my colleagues out. I casually asked him which unit he mysteriously smiled: after you will know. So much left to leave the readers "I also did not buy the disc.

I went to the door to find his back, a few among the young people in side-by-side, I did not recognize which he came. Less than a quarter of an hour's time, a strange young man, to rush to hurry. Whole afternoon, I repeatedly listening to "you" trance noon Am I lying on the counter is a micro daydreaming? I have not had time to see his face in the next few hours, I several times to pull out the bag that the "reader", only it gives me a sense of reality.

After work, I habitually kicked a stone, suddenly inexplicably irritable, pick up that stone in his pocket, and hurried home, only to find I have no reason loaded back a stone egg sub. The mysterious stranger, he broke boring life I had to focus, I got into my little nest - Tent early. Woke up the next day, still holding the hands of the readers.

Disappointing for many days, he again did not come to the shop!

First meeting scenario aftertaste the three hundred and one back, I keep in mind that the look of a small lump, we must recognize the five hundred years old. Really regretted not questioning his unit, otherwise I will ignore reserved to find him, who told him intruded into my territory? , Who told his unauthorized leave a book since leaving there removed may, how he can secretly canceled this possibility? That meet by chance, only one side of the edge of the stranger, while I vent their dissatisfaction with ferocious imaginary enemy, and a while I anxiously look forward to Valentine. Recall that brief and hurried intersection, we will be the number of pleasant topic. This emotional torture so that outsiders can not my and V all burning on the surface, I pretend placid. What was his name? Where is he human? He Where do you work? No one can answer the mysteries of my mind. He said: later you will know!