Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

On Saturday morning, [Liszt Street], as usual, welcomed the enthusiasm of the rested citizens. They started from [Liszt Backstreet] with a nice brunch as a starting point, and started a leisure trip from [Liszt Street] with satisfaction.

The bus from the Western Region to the North District is interspersed with luxurious limousines, along the Charles River, into the North District. After passing the [Fenway Park] in [Back Bay], drive in the direction of Liszt.

Like many citizens who entered [Liszt Street] by bus, a young man who seemed to be in his early twenties was sitting on his seat. He was bent over and head down, thin gray. The long-sleeved hooded jacket was close to his sturdy body that seemed to be exercising regularly, and the soft hood covered his head.

People can’t see his expression, but look at his arms resting on his knees, the palms that hold each other, and the broad shoulders that tremble slightly. It seemed that the young man was nervous about something. The legs in jeans occasionally touch the paper bag under him to prevent the swaying bus from letting the contents fall out.

His attire has entered the summer, and it is a bit out of season. There is a slight warmth from his exposed neck, and the sweat of a fine smile seeps out on the skin of his neck.

“Are you okay?” The woman sitting on the side of the young man pulled her child and pressed the young man’s shoulder with concern.

The young man turned his head, slightly smiled, showing neat white teeth, “Thank you, I am fine.” Blue’s eyes showed sincere gratitude.

The skin on the womans finger is not very smooth. She caressed the young mans shoulder with concern, and after thinking about it, she took out a can of water from her bag, “You should make up some water. It’s very hot now.”

“Thank you.” The young man not at all refused. He smiled and took the water from the opponent’s rough hand, turned and opened the cap, raised his head, and the protruding apple rolled up and down .

It is indeed a lot more comfortable. The young man thanked the woman for returning only half of the jug, and smiled apologetically. The woman smiled indifferently, and continued to pull her child, waiting for the bus to reach the destination.

The young man lowered his head again, and he could feel that he was surrounded by kind people.

These people who travel from Western Region to the North District on weekends still need to take a bus as a means of transportation, which has already explained their class in the Western Region.

The bus has not yet reached the terminal, but for the people on the bus, they have reached their destination. The crowd came out when the back door opened. The young man waited patiently at the end, picked up his paper bag, followed the crowd and got out of the car.

The sun at nine o’clock is beautiful, and the young man squinted his eyes to the sky, revealing a complicated smile.

He squeezed the paper bag tightly with his fingers. Not at all, like the flow of people, was immediately attracted by the things in the shop windows on both sides of the street and scattered around. His purpose seems very clear. He walked on Liszt Street until he reached the middle of the street.

[Liszt Street] does not allow vehicles to enter, so in the middle section there is a crossing ten times road, which is connected to [Liszt Back Street]. The young man was standing at the intersection with the largest flow of people. He happened to catch up with the flow of people who finished brunch in the backstreet.

The exquisitely dressed men and women passed by him, and occasionally someone he knew stopped in surprise, “Hi! Blake! I heard you are back!”

Young The person takes a deep breath and smiles nodded.

“How is the university?” The other party seemed to mean to chat, “I heard that you have completed your bachelor’s degree and are applying for graduate school.”

Blake nodded, he doesn’t know How to end such a conversation.

Fortunately, the other party seemed to notice his uncomfortableness, smiled and waved, “Say hello to Mr. and Mrs. Stone (Blake’s last name) for me.”

Blake relaxed, nodded again, pursing his lips while watching the acquaintance who left. He knew that since he had already decided, he would definitely do it.

The flow of people is still that many. They say that they are smiling, relaxing, and walking towards what they see in their eyes. This is Liszt Street, if you don’t have something you want to have, you won’t come here.

However, there are more things that attract them in the eyes of the flow of people.

People’s eyes gradually widened. They temporarily put aside the things they wanted to buy, and looked at the young man standing at the crossroads.

Blake put down his hood, revealing some messy golden hair. His hand opened his zipper, revealing the strong chest inside, and then, in the eyes of everyone’s puzzled, he pushed open the jacket that was hanging on his shoulder.

There is no end.

Blake’s hand fiddled with his waist, the buttons of his jeans were unbuttoned, he bent down, untied the laces, and took off his shoes awkwardly.

Some people have covered their mouths. Those who know this Young Master from Stones family nervously pull the people around them, with their mouths in uncertainty, seeming to say,’This is what’s the situation? ! ‘

Blake looked towards the crowd with only one body in his body. He pursed his mouth, his chest undulated rapidly because of tension, and his line-filled muscles shook slightly in the sun. He put his hands on his side uncomfortably, as if his own brain was blank, forgetting what to do next.

If this is just a night show on pay TV, it should be a time to appreciate it for some women or a few men. But now, it is daytime. No one knows what happened! There is already a shop owner who silently picked up the phone.

Blake bends over, and his arm is confusing rays of light reflected by the sun and reaches into the paper bag aside.

A piece of cardboard was taken out, and Blake put the cardboard in front of him stiffly, holding a marker in his hand.

‘What is your true hell, write on me. ‘

Inexplicably, time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Zac raised his hand, raised his sunglasses, squinted, looked towards the young man. He pulled Alice’s shoulder, “Let’s write.”

“Hey!” Lola panicked and pulled Alice forward, “Don’t go.” The girl lowered After hearing the voice, she seemed to be frightened, “Then, that is Mr. Stone’s grandson…”

Zac raised his eyebrows, what does it matter? He took Alice, who was in dilemma, walked to the young man, smiled nodded and extended the hand.

Blake stayed for a while, and after a long time, he handed out the pen in his hand.

Zach opened the cap with a smile, and the black marker pen nib was placed under Blakes collarbone. Zach chose the most convenient place and moved his arm slightly. All alone ‘.

Blake lowered his head slightly, watching this very decent gentleman write a few words in front of him, and smiled at him gratefully.

Zac nodded, smiled and said, “True hell, I like your words.” Then, he handed the pen to Alice.

Banshee’s eyes are like an ordinary girl, dodging the body of the young man in front of her, she looked towards Zach with a panic expression. Zach smiled encouragingly.

Alice took a few deep breaths, she stretched out her hand, and at her height, just under Blake’s left chest, Banshee wrote a few words,’Can’t live anymore’.

“Hi.” Lola, who was pulled by Louise, lowered her head and awkwardly said hello to the big brother next door.

After Alice finished writing, she didnt seem to know what to do. Louise looked at what Zac had written, smiled and took the pen in Alices hand, “Lose what I have now ‘.

Zac smiled and took Louise’s head and kissed it gently. The vampire tilted his head and smiled and looked towards the nervous Blake,’Thank you. ‘

Blake seemed to relax a bit, smiling to Zach nodded.

Loise shook the pen in her hand in front of Laura.

Lola hesitated to take the pen, and pointed to Blakes arm, “Hands!”

Blake was laughed and seemed to relax completely and stretched out Arm, Laura took the palm of this very familiar big brother and thought for a long time before writing, “Grow up”.

“If you are caught in any trouble, don’t count me!” Laura added.

Blake smiled and shook his head, “No.”

Lola Barton seemed to have a good start.

Those who stand by the side of the road and cannot believe everything in front of them seem to have a role model. Especially those who knew Lola and Blake, they were still nervous, but slowly approached. He didn’t know whether he praised Blake’s boldness or wondered what it meant.

But they took the pen handed over from the people around them, temporarily put aside their thoughts about Blake, and began to think about what should be left on this young skin.

Everyone who finishes writing will get a smile from Blake.

Wrong, it should be the other way around, when people write down that sentence in relief, they will give Blake a smile.

‘When I woke up there was no one beside my pillow’.

‘The company cannot survive.’

‘Mother’s disease is more serious’.

‘xx no longer care about me’.

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The crowd is increasing.

It seems that before writing your own words, reading other people’s “hell” has become one of the affairs of those who took the pen.

They drew circles on some words, with a small mark of’+1′.

‘My child doesn’t love me’.

‘No time to be with family’.

‘Expelled’.

‘No bridesmaids’.

…

When someone took the pen, they smiled at the last person who was in deep thought, “No, you can get there.”

“Thank you.”

After a brief hug, the new handwriting was left on Blake’s skin.

‘Not recognized by family members’.

‘No friends’.

‘Graduation’.

‘Let xx disappointed’.

Blake raised his leg, his skin covered with notes. But the person who took the pen didn’t care about the need to squat on the ground and write down his’hell’.

They handed the pen to the next person and patted Blake on the shoulder.

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The surrounding crowd was pushed aside by people wearing police uniforms. This’performance art’ has also come to an end.

When Blake was taken away, amidst the sighs of people, the flow of people quickly washed away everything that happened here.

Saturday’s Liszt Streetrecovered what it should have been.