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Silent Parade
The hot summer is the season that modern humans hate most.
And this July, the dog days between the two solar terms of Slight Heat and Great Heat, is the hottest day of the year.
No matter how prosperous the country is, it is unavoidable that there will be anecdotes of “people being killed by heat” in this season. In the Pacific Ocean, the island of Xiangami, which is made of resin, metal and other materials, is like a purgatory.
However, the strange thing is that in July, there was a grand occasion that had never been seen in forty years on Xianjin Island.
A mighty parade that almost involved the people of the entire island.
Holding wet towels, holding banners and plastic bottles filled with water, people came out of the apartments and gathered on the street. Under the silent watch of the guards, they pulled up the banners and entered Among the mighty crowd.
Among these people, the busiest one is the press corps.
They formed groups of three or five, shuttled along the endless parade, appeared in every corner of the queue, and conducted interviews at random.
And one of the press corps stopped a young man with a cropped cut, wearing a shirt and sweating profusely, and conducted an interview.
The female reporter who was smiling all day because of the big news passed the topic to the young man:
“May I ask why you chose to participate in this parade that almost mobilized the entire island?”
“There’s no reason, it’s just that I can’t get enough of Lotharincia’s behavior.”
The young man was holding the plastic bottle and pouring mineral water for himself, and said with an angry expression:
“I admit it, the officials also admit it, and everyone who came out to parade admits that String Kamijima used inhumane means during the island’s construction process, used sacrificial materials that were clearly prohibited, and used the remains of their Lotharincia saints, but!”
When the reporter heard the ‘but’, he pushed the microphone a little further and almost poked the young man’s nostrils.
“However, that was more than forty years ago. Does the crime committed by the string god Chira who built the island have anything to do with us who came later? Are we the descendants of his string god Chira? Neither, It’s nothing, we are just ordinary people who come here to make a living, why did they want Lu Chenxian God Island without even telling the news, do they take the lives of 600,000 people on the island seriously? ?”
Hearing this, the reporter immediately replied:
“However, yesterday the spokesman for Lotharincia’s foreign affairs said that the arrested criminal Rudolph Ostach is a member of a cult and has nothing to do with Lotharincia. I think the statement of Mr. Yang should be correct.”
The young man looked at the reporter with an indescribable look, as if he saw a shit-eating person instead of a shit-eating dog. His eyes were extremely strange:
“Do you believe it? I just asked this answer, do you believe it?”
“Eh…” The female reporter’s expression froze for three or four seconds, and then she said in embarrassment, “I personally believe it.”
In the silent parade, a number of figures stopped in unison. Old or young, fat, thin and tall figures all turned their heads and looked at the female reporter speechlessly, and grinned, revealing the Shiny teeth underneath.
At this moment, the hot summer gave the female reporter the feeling of the Arctic.
Her teeth trembled for a few seconds, then choked with difficulty and said:
“I, I don’t believe it.”
“Oh, that’s good, otherwise I will think that your IQ is even higher than that of a BCC reporter.It’s not as good as the female reporters who are bullied by everyone on the tram, on the side of the road, and in the park every day on CCAV’s late-night special channel. “The young man smiled innocently, but his smile was like a dormant pit viper.
The female reporter’s face was embarrassed, and her face was even redder when she heard the late-night special channel.
“Okay, thank you for your interview.” After saying the concluding remarks, the reporter left the scene as if fleeing.
And the young man laughed, then turned his head, held up a banner with the words ‘peaceful exchange, oppose atrocities’, and walked into the crowd excitedly.
The moment the young man walked into the crowd, his flushed face with excitement and excitement gradually lost its color, became white, became calm, and then turned into an inorganic calm. Moving forward, a silent and repressed performance that seems to express a strong protest…
In a park not far away, beside a wooden chair, a male reporter with a camera looked at the crowd and sighed in fear:
“It’s like a silent volcano.”
He turned his head, his eyes swept over the faces in the queue, over the expressionless but extremely depressed face, and then an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart, like a raging fire But an unusually cold flame.
“Huh! I’ll find someone to interview too, right? After all, it’s just a meal.”
He took a deep breath and forced himself to turn his head. From left to right, he finally saw the wooden chair beside him. On the wooden chair, a handsome young man with bright silver hair, wearing a white shirt and jeans, was holding a A black guitar without strings, playing and singing silently.
The reporter glanced at the silver-haired young man, who nodded towards him in greeting, he also smiled back, and then the reporter turned his head indifferently and continued to search for someone to interview.
as if nothing had happened.
……
The sunlight passed through the gap between the tall buildings and shone on the wooden chairs in the park, illuminating half of the silver-haired youth’s face. He squinted his eyes and stared at the silent marching crowd in front of him. The fingertips of his right hand were placed on the guitar between his legs. Gently fiddled with it, as if fiddling with invisible threads.
Black, with a lace-edged parasol appearing above his head, blocking out the sunlight, bringing shade, and a female voice that broke the calm.
“Going out early in the morning, without even a notice, to play the guitar in the park? A guitar that doesn’t even have strings?” A cold and elegant female voice rang out.
Yu didn’t look back, just raised the corners of his mouth and said with a slightly surprised smile:
“Why did you hold someone’s parasol that month?”