Five Hundred and Thirty Clean Space

"Listener friends, welcome back, I am Daniel Stannard, and I am still in New Orleans to accompany you to spend another good afternoon."

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“Today, our topic is the Coachella Music Festival. Yes, it’s time to focus on California once again. The time is really fast. It seems that yesterday I was still lamenting the grand occasion of last year’s Coachella, which created countless history with an unparalleled gesture. , and really made Coachella the signature of the North American music festival; but I didn’t expect that this year’s Coachella has come in a blink of an eye..."

Zizizi.

Electric waves surged in the air, with a unique rustling sound. Although there was only sound communication, they were still able to draw a scene in their minds, and then their thoughts relaxed like this.

Duncan Turner sat in his car, parked in a parking space on the side of the road, opened the window, and felt the sunshine and breeze outside with his fingertips. The car was filled with the familiar voice of Daniel Stannard, and his nerves eased. Relax and enjoy a moment of peace.

Since that time last year, when Daniel Stannard played the "Chasing the Light" of the kings for a day on the radio, Duncan slowly fell in love with Daniel's program, because he believed that behind the willingness to take risks, Daniel also had a A heart that really loves music.

The same is true.

Through Daniel's program, Duncan really got to know a lot of independent singers, as if he opened another small window in the music world, exploring the unknown part of the world, looking for the melody that can resonate with his soul, in the boring and anxious Steal a moment of leisure in my life.

“… the temperature is eighty-nine degrees Fahrenheit (thirty-two degrees Celsius), the wind speed is thirty-five kilometers per hour, and the Indio desert is in a state of hot and strong winds at this time. However, for the Coachella music festival, It’s the norm, and it’s a lot more comfortable than Burning Man in September.”

"Our listeners should now close their eyes and imagine hot golden sunlight rolling over the surface of their skin as if in a sauna, and then the wind howls and a cloud of sand hits their faces, eyes and mouths must be closed, even I can't even stand on my feet."

"However, we are still fearless, stand up straight, open our arms, bravely embrace all this, and play music, singing loudly..."

Involuntarily, Duncan followed Daniel's voice and closed his eyes. There seemed to be a real rustling sound in his ears, and his fingertips outside the car window also slightly closed up, feeling the light and hot sunshine on his fingers. temperature,

It's like being in the Indio desert.

boom!

A muffled sound hit the car door, Duncan opened his eyes suddenly like a frightened bird, sat up straight, looked left and right in a panic, and then found a big picture on the glass window of the passenger seat. The face was making faces at himself, and his heart was beating wildly.

After calming down a bit, Deng must take a look before he realized that it was his eldest son, James Turner, who seemed to be coming back from school, but he found his car on the side of the road.

Duncan rolled down the window.

"Dad, why are you here?" James asked jokingly.

Duncan still hasn't completely calmed down, "I...I have a headache, but I don't want my mother to worry, so I sit here and rest for a while before going home."

Here, the distance from Turner's house is just a corner, half a block.

James let out an "oh", but his eyes were still rolling, and he knew what he was thinking at a glance.

Duncan had a headache, "What do you want?"

James giggled, "I want ice cream." The subtext is, if you don't want me to tell mom, you have to buy me off.

Duncan shook his head helplessly, took out his wallet, found two dollars, and handed them to James.

Just when James was about to snatch it away, Duncan quickly took it back, and faced James' astonished and anxious little face, "Ice cream is fine, but if the dinner is not good and you show your feet, you will be punished tonight." You do ten math problems. Understand?"

"Dad!" James' facial features were completely tangled together, and he said sadly, "Ten points? Can't it be reduced?"

Seeing that James still wanted to bargain, Duncan was not prepared to communicate at all, and directly withdrew his right hand.

James immediately compromised, "Okay, okay, no problem! No problem!" The whole person directly probed into the car, and forcibly snatched two dollars from Duncan.

"James! What are you doing?" Before James went out, another voice rang again. Without looking back, Duncan knew it was his second child, Lily Turner, who was two years younger than James. Seven years old, he should have just taken the school 80 back to the station next to his home.

Duncan had a headache for a while, because Lily also found himself, and because of the encounter between Lily and James, I am afraid that things will enter a familiar routine again.

really.

First, Lily pestered James to ask the reason, and James tried to get rid of Lily, but he accidentally pushed Lily down. Duncan had no time to control the situation, and then James ran away, Lily was crying, Duncan had to comfort for a while, and finally took Lily went to the convenience store to buy two lollipops, but when they met James, the two quarreled and fought for a while, and it took Duncan countless efforts to calm down.

Seeing that Lily was about to calm down, James started yelling again, strongly protesting Duncan's unfair treatment, saying that he needed to tell his mother to comment, and then Duncan fell into a desperate situation, and was seen by Mrs. Cowell, the neighbor next door. He chirped and complained about Duncan, took Lily's hand, and left while comforting Lily.

Duncan turned around and wanted to reprimand James, but James sensed the crisis early and sneaked away. It seems that he should have gone to the neighbor's house to find a friend to take refuge.

In a blink of an eye, the noise subsided, and only Duncan stood there alone, but the floor was covered with chicken feathers.

Now it is conceivable that after returning home at night, he may have to face his wife's inquiries, and the dispute between the two little guys, not to mention the fact that there is a baby who has just turned one year old and needs to be taken care of.

Just thinking about it in your head is exhausting.

Duncan swears that he definitely doesn't dislike his family. He loves his wife and his children. He is very lucky to have a healthy and complete family. Not too poor to sleep on the streets.

Moreover, although the children are noisy, they will not deviate from the track of life. Compared with those mischievous children, the number of times he has been called to school by the principal is very few; Not sure how puberty will be, but so far so good.

all is well.

It's just...he just needs a little space, very occasionally, a little space of his own.