Chapter 130 130 Magical Turning Point

In the eyes of the onlookers, the matter is actually very simple, that is, the boy accidentally tripped on the arm of the homeless man, and nothing happened at all, but the homeless took the opportunity to extort and even suspected of slander. There should be no surprises when there are so many people at the scene. Therefore, when the patrol police appeared, many people dispersed, because they knew the result was doomed, and bystanders who were unwilling to become witnesses naturally dispersed.

But the small number of people who stayed were stunned, because after the patrol police inspected the homeless arm, they were surprised, "Her arm is indeed broken." How is this possible? The onlookers were shocked. The patrolman said to the boy whose tears were almost falling in front of him, "If she files a complaint against you, you must come with us."

What kind of divine turn is this?

The onlookers couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy, because the homeless man was obviously planning to extort a sum of money - no one even knew if she was injured originally. Any indecent assault on her is a nonsense, and everyone sees it. Therefore, if the boy has no way to prove that he is not directly related to the broken arm of the tramp, then there is probably no room for improvement in this blackmail.

At this time, everyone focused on the homeless man, and sure enough, the homeless eyes showed a triumphant smile, which made people itch with hatred, "Forget the accusation, if you are willing to give out five hundred dollars."

Five hundred dollars was a lot of money in the early 1990s, not to mention that the boy in front of him was a young student who looked like a student, with a worn guitar on his back and washed-white jeans. Not very good. So what is this boy going to do?

But sympathy is sympathy. After all, five hundred dollars is not an amount that you just take out, let alone a stranger you have never met? On the contrary, the group of onlookers that had just shrunk unknowingly grew again, with at least twenty people standing around to watch.

"Five hundred dollars? I didn't..." The boy's answer was not surprising.

"No? Then we'll see you in court!" The homeless man really made up his mind, and said decisively without hesitation at all.

In the face of the vagabond's pressing step by step, the boy looked around at a loss, his blank eyes were so helpless, especially the eyes of the vagabond who succeeded in his trick, it made people angry. But what about anger? No one could help him, and even many soft-hearted people avoided the boy's sight, lest they would feel guilty because of the quiet light in those eyes.

"Then...then what should I do...I still have a car to go home...Thanksgiving...Mom..." The boy's voice was intermittent, as if he was muttering to himself, only a few words could be captured , but enough for the listener to piece together a complete picture.

Perhaps, this boy is a student without money. In order to go home for Thanksgiving, he was on his way to the station, but he encountered such a catastrophe. If the homeless get tangled up, maybe the boys will be stuck in detention for the next few days. Don't say it's time to go home for the holidays, it's very likely that the boy's parents will come to Los Angeles to deal with this terrible thing.

Such a scene made the homeless look even more hateful. When the onlookers looked at the homeless man, they found that she had started to pretend to be dead again at this time, leaning on the lamp post with her dying breath. But the problem is that the homeless man still looked at the reaction of the people around him with his eyes slightly open. Disgusting.

The crowd began to talk in a low voice, talking about the pity of the boys, the hatefulness of the homeless, the incompetence of the patrol police, and the madness of the city.

Amid the noise, the boy suddenly remembered something and picked up his guitar, "I, I'll give you this guitar, no, I'll hold it with you for the time being, and I'll pay you for your medicine after I've collected enough money for my part-time job. Fei, then give me the guitar back, okay?"

"I don't need a broken guitar." The tramp looked weak, but his voice was full of energy, without the sharpness of the high notes. This rough voice was again indistinguishable, and more importantly, the tramp's disdain The eyes are really burning with anger.

The boy's fingertips holding the guitar began to tighten, glowing blue and white, and he could sense the entanglement and reluctance in his heart. For the boy, this guitar must be very important. The tramp ruthlessly refused. Now it seems that the boy is in an unsolved dilemma. He can only follow the patrolman back to assist in the investigation, either expecting the patrolman to give him his innocence, or pay the money. but……

"Oh, boy." An old grandmother came out of the crowd, patted the boy on the shoulder, and took ten dollars from her pocket, "I know it's not much, but I hope I can give you some help."

"No..." The boy's first reaction was to refuse, with a frightened look on his face, looking very surprised, but the grandmother put the money directly on the guitar case, "Thanksgiving, the family is waiting I want you to go back. It's not worth the delay because of some disgusting things." After speaking, the old grandmother glared at the homeless man, obviously disgusting the behavior of the homeless man.

The boy stopped the old grandma who was about to turn around and left, "Ma'am, thank you...thank you." He said shyly and timidly, which made the old grandma show a gratified smile, and the boy continued, "But, I can't just take it easy. Accepting your money, this is my own fault, and I need to solve it myself." Although the boy's voice was trembling, it was full of firmness, "I think, I think..." The boy seemed hesitant, but still very He quickly made up his mind, "I think I can do a little show here to express my gratitude. Maybe, after you watch the show, you can decide if you're willing to help a little bit."

This is Hollywood Boulevard. There are countless people performing street performances. After watching, pedestrians can tip the performers according to their own wishes. This is also a way to get paid with their own hands. Boys don't want to get something for nothing, at least through the simplest performance to show some respect.

This move of the boy quickly won everyone's goodwill, and he still sticks to his principles when facing difficulties. Although his clear eyes are soft but full of firmness, even if his strength is limited, he is still reluctant to give up. For the homeless, the boys easily won the support of the onlookers.

The boy did what he said. He quickly took out his guitar. It was a very worn guitar, but it was well kept. It could be seen that the owner was very caring. The boy sat cross-legged on the concrete floor and looked at Patrolman, "Please allow me to finish a song, please?"

"No! Of course not!" the homeless man screamed immediately, the weakness of the moment vanishing completely, and he shouted bitterly, "Where's my hand? What about my hand? I'm going to the hospital, the hospital!"

"Shut up!" The disgusting behavior of the homeless man finally angered some people, and someone in the crowd shouted angrily, which made the homeless man shut up immediately.

The two patrolmen looked at each other and communicated, and then said to Hugo, "We have called an ambulance just now, and the time until the car arrives is yours."

"Thank you." The boy raised his head and looked at the two patrolmen gratefully. Although the clear eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, the tears never fell. This strength is admirable. The smile on the corner of his mouth shone brightly in the setting sun, making people look up.

From the accident just now to the current street performance, what is the turning point? It all seemed to happen too fast and too bizarre.

The boy lowered his head and adjusted the strings. The collision just now obviously caused some deviations in the sound of the strings. The boy listened carefully to the strings and checked every pitch. The light was cast on the boy's side face, and the hazy shadow made the boy's facial features more profound and three-dimensional, and the lines of his face became softer. A thin layer of halo, the eyes under the projection of the eyelashes are focused and serious, devoting all the attention.

At this moment, there is a charm in the boy's body, which makes people forget the badness and vileness of the homeless, and also makes people forget the disgust and disdain of the incident just now, and involuntarily cast their eyes on the slender fingers of the boy who are tuning the strings, as if this It is the most delicate, delicate and most beautiful work in the world.

Someone in the crowd finally realized that something was wrong. Before, everyone's attention was on the incident, and they didn't carefully look at the appearance of the homeless and the boy. Even if they saw it, they only had a general impression. After all, the development of the matter is more affecting people's hearts. But at this time, after everyone focused on the boy, the boy's appearance suddenly became clear.

Isn't this... Hugo Lancaster?

Some people began to doubt it, but they still couldn't be sure, because the boy lowered his head and could only see a side face, so he couldn't be completely sure. However, this temperament and this face shape really look too much like Hugo, who recently relied on "smelling fragrance to know women" and became a topic of discussion. But... if it's fake, it's the wrong person. After all, Hollywood's streets have never lacked handsome guys and beauties; if it's really Hugo, what's going on? Did Hugo have an accident, or did it all happen on purpose?

But the boy didn't have any more time to think. He quickly adjusted the strings, and plucked his fingers on the strings a few times. The surrounding noise gradually subsided.

The boy did not hesitate any more, his fingers began to pluck the strings, and a melody was like a clear spring flowing down slowly in the red sunset.