Love Began with the First Meeting

Sharon turned her back. The subtle flicker of restlessness in her eyes was very transparent though confusing as she saw a clearer image of the one who was coming. She exclaimed,"You're back."

"Yes, mom." As Molly mumbled, she walked up to Sharon and helped her sit down in a chair beside her. Then she said,"I came back the day before yesterday, but you were not at home then. I remembered that you had asked me to come back and you told me that you had something to talk to me."

Sharon, who seemed to be dazed for a moment, looked at Molly. There was an obvious hesitation hidden in her eyes. But finally she slightly said,"Nothing serious. I just thought that we hadn't had dinner together for a long time. So I asked you to come back to dine with us."

Molly looked at Sharon. The intuition told her that Sharon was keeping something from her. But she didn't reveal it. In fact, before she came back, she had anticipated that her mom might hide all the things and wouldn't let her know. After all, what her dad had done last night had already increased her load. And her mom loved her dad so deeply that she would do anything for him!

It must be this!

Molly said,"Though you don't have things to talk to me, I have something to discuss with you." Sharon felt confused. She looked at her with curious eyes. Molly continued,"Mom, have you and dad ever considered leaving A City? We can go anywhere in the world as long as we are together. Let's get out of this place, get away from legal casinos so that dad would not get lost in gambling. Let's leave here and restart."

Sharon listened, knitting her brows deeply. She said in a low voice,"Your father and I, we won't leave A City."

Leaving here is the best choice, isn't it? Why are you reluctant to

sharp eyes. She said,"No reason. In a word,

refusal. Molly's face wrinkled together tightly. She couldn't get the idea why her folks wanted

Besides, she wasn't in the mood to dine with them happily. She couldn't understand why her parents would rather watch her down than

overpass, she would cross it. When she saw an underground passage, she would walk through

music, like a little fresh spring flowing through her ears into her heart, was audible from a distant. She

on the ground, playing the violin. Beside him were a brown violin box and a black bag with pieces of paper messing in it. His sight was

tickled Molly's thoughts gently. She stood still and looked at the man dumbly until the man played the last note with a sigh. The sound of the violin

found the man sitting on the ground captivated at something. With all her curiosity, she walked to him and sat beside him

on the ground and a row of ants carrying food marched into it. Though the food was much larger compared to the ants and obviously it weighed beyond what they could bear, still they kept moving. They might move slowly, but they didn't

voice was not only elegant, but also pure. It was as elegant as the sound of the violin and as

eyelids, nose as pointed