I didn't believe it at all. The woman approaching me at this time was Mi Cai, but she was not something I imagined, because her white scarf was so real in the wind, but because of the distance and the crowd passing by, I couldn't see her face clearly...

Her walking posture and perfect figure are really similar to Micai. Although I don’t believe that she is Micai, I don’t believe that she is Micai, and I don’t believe in the stingy creator. I am willing to spend time to create so many perfect women, so I stood up from the grass with anticipation and wanted to see her real, but she carried her over her body and reached out to stop a taxi, which soon disappeared into the dim lights.

She had already gone away, and I was still looking at it. Then the unstoppable sense of loss hurt me again. It took me a long time to realize that I quickly took out my cell phone from my handbag and wanted to call her to confirm whether it was her.

However, reality once again gave me helplessness, because I attended Li Xiaoyun's wedding, and after I got home, I fell asleep because I was drunk. I didn't help my phone to renew my power on that day. At this moment, I couldn't contact anyone.

That's good. Even if it's really Mi Cai, how could I use this mess to defile her beauty?... Maybe, in her eyes, I have always been a tall and tall man, not the down-and-out man who is dressed in thin clothes and smells of fishy eggs.

I comforted myself like this, and the feeling of loss finally became lighter, but the cruel reality was once again placed in front of me. This night, where should I find a place for myself to live a peaceful life?

Or, just staying by this moat overnight?...It's unrealistic. If I really did this, I don't have to wait until the next morning and my story would be over.

Carrying a handbag, I wandered on the noisy streets, regretting that I don’t have a guitar now, otherwise an impromptu roadshow would definitely bring me some income. If I had good luck, I would have even paid for the trip back to Suzhou.

In this city that raised me, I would not want to ask for help, either my relatives or some friends who have gradually been neglected. I would not want to disturb anyone, nor would I want to bother Li Xiaoyun, because it was her wedding night.

.........

At the end of the block, the lights were no longer so dazzling, and a piano store that had not yet closed became eye-catching. I stood opposite and looked inside. The boss was wiping the guitar. I stepped on the cigarette butt that I had sucked by myself, and then walked into the piano store...

The boss's eyebrows were a little lowered. He seemed to look at me, but he didn't. In order to make him feel my presence, I first said, "Good night, boss, I want to borrow a piano from you. Can you see?"

Maybe he had never seen a guest like me, so he finally looked up at me and smiled and said, "I only have sold pianos here, and never loaned pianos."

I took out a few packs of high-end cigarettes I brought from Li Xiaoyun's wedding and placed them on the cabinet in front of him, saying, "These packs of cigarettes belong to you. Qin will lend me an hour to use, and I will return them to you after using them..."

The boss was a little moved and asked, "Are you a wandering singer? How come you don't have your own piano?"

In this city where I have lived for more than ten years, I am called a wandering singer. I feel bitter again. I feel that this time, I have been uprooted, I have no home, my whole life and life have been broken, maybe I am really wandering, so I replied: "Yes, a wandering singer has lost even the piano. How down and out do you think you are."

"I don't think that the people who are in this industry are going to be in a downturn. You can choose a piano, but don't leave my sight."

I nodded and picked up a guitar. The boss tacitly prepared the power supply for me and a speaker. When I was about to go out, he only left a pack of cigarettes and threw the excess to me, saying, "The wandering singer has a lot of hard days. You keep the cigarettes. When it is bitter, it is easy to relieve the sorrow."

I said "Thank you" and put on the guitar pick. I tried the guitar sound with my fingers. The effect was pretty good. The boss of the piano store looked at me and nodded, saying, "You can play fingers! It's quite awesome!... It seems that I have been playing guitar for many years. At first, I really misunderstood that it was another cheating person!"

While debugging the guitar, I replied: "Music instruments are the least worth cheating. Some are naturally there, but they can't use them without them. I'll borrow them from you, it's just an accident!"

“It makes sense!”

I closed my eyes, pounded the guitar board, and used the slap technology. The classic melody of "Hotel in California" spread out from my fingertips, and my heart trembled with the melody...

Before I opened my voice, I sang in a torn way. Every word in the lyrics was filled with my words. I was really tired. I needed a place like the "California Hotel" to perch and sew the broken soul. So, while I sang, I choked up... with my eyes closed, unwilling to see all the illusions in this world with my eyes.

I don’t know if there are passers-by being moved by my singing, nor do I know if there are any banknotes thrown in front of me... But this doesn’t matter anymore. At this moment, I am immersed in the music I made, looking for a place to live... and even fearful that I was indeed escaping from reality when I sang this song to the end, because the huge reality cannot store my subtle beliefs.

But time will pull everything to the end, so I sang this song to the end. I was in so much pain, and then I had the urge to smash the piano...

I have always lived for my temperament and have never changed, so I have long remembered that the piano in my hand was someone else's, but it was borrowed. After opening my eyes, I held the handle of the piano tightly, and my emotions became more and more swelling. I smashed the piano hard to the ground, and screams came from all sides... The crowd avoided it.

The owner of the piano shop shouted, "Damn...I know why you didn't have a piano...I'll be fucked by you!!!"

I held the broken guitar in my hand and gasped violently... I also regretted that I hurt my boss' trust in me and a good piano, but I was really happy. The anger and grievance accumulated in my body seemed to flow out with my sweat... This time, I seemed to beat up my fucking life! From head to toe, it was full of the pleasure of counterattack.

The crowd quickly dispersed because of my madness, but a figure was standing not far away. She was wearing a white scarf and her hands were calmly inserted into her top pocket, but her eyes never left me... On this bizarre night, I never thought that we would cross the distance of space, so close and so realistically, looking at each other.

Maybe, she would take me to a hotel like a California hotel... Maybe, she would compensate me for the damaged guitar... But I look forward to embracing the real her and melting her into my heart full of holes.
Chapter completed!