Saying goodbye to a friend, when I turned to leave, a stranger took my arm, seemed to have mistaken who I was, and became my company.
I am not good at words, and at this moment, I have no reason to explain or need to understand each other.
As we approached the corner, there was an excessively loud noise from a passing car.
My companion frowned, and I didn't like it either. However, my curious ears still told me intimately that in this disturbing sound, there are men and women laughing, and there are some so-called singing whose microphones are out of tune. If you listen carefully, there seems to be the clinking of glasses
... Not intending to let the ears of good deeds stay for one more minute, speeding up the pace of walking.
However, the way we walked made a joke with us. The stereos in a car with an open back seat came from the cheesy singing of the karaoke hall, as if the scene just now was going to continue all the way.
Not only that, but the louder horn drew the heads of my companions and me to the square by the left hand.
The ring-shaped square is like a vacuum cleaner with a huge horn, sucking in the surrounding things that don't even belong to it, or don't want to belong to it. For example, the stranger I traveled with, sure he didn't like such a noisy place, but he was sucked into places I couldn't see very quickly.
In the square, many children in stage costumes ran around.
"Are we going to have a party here?!" I asked a person next to me in a loud voice, even if it was so loud, I was worried that the other party might not be able to hear it.
Sure enough, he didn't speak in response. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to have heard my question, but he understood what I was asking. He pointed to the stage ahead.
The stage built has no background, and there are many people in front of the stage, including children and adults. Perhaps, my companion is there.
With that in mind, I dragged my reluctant shadow to squeeze there.
There was a mirror standing there, and people were putting makeup on the children in front of the mirror.
Looking closer, a man dressed as a magician appeared in the mirror. He took off his top hat and bowed with a professional smile on his face.
Just as I was about to turn my head to the left, the magician pressed his hand on his shoulder and made a sliding door motion. I saw his body opened like a door, leaving a black silhouette of a human figure on the mirror.
"Yeah, how do you make up now?!" There was a commotion from the busy people.
I quickly pulled away from the place of right and wrong.
The noise seemed to be concentrated in front of the mirror, which gave me a moment of silence and a brief look at my gear.
At this moment, my shadow was carried on my left hand like a coat.
"Fortunately, fortunately. When the wind comes over, we can walk together as two people again."
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