Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 156 The Encounter (Part Three)

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."

"Why?" Molly couldn't understand. "Why not? Leaving here is the best choice, isn't it? Why are you reluctant to leave here to end such a life? Why do you insist on staying here?"

Sharon turned her head to avoid Molly's straight and sharp eyes. She said, "No reason. In a word, I won't leave A City, neither will your father."

Her tone was so firm. She was adamant in her refusal. Molly's face wrinkled together tightly. She couldn't get the idea why her folks wanted to stay in A City whenever she proposed to leave.

The family dinner party was just a ploy. 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 leave A City with her.

Uncertain of her destination, Molly rambled along the street on foot. When she saw an overpass, she would cross it. When she saw an underground passage, she would walk through it.

All of a sudden, soft music, like a little fresh spring flowing through her ears into her heart, was audible from a distant. She stopped her steps and looked around to figure out where the sound came from.

Then her eyes found a man sitting 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 focused on the corner of the wall as he played the violin with all concentration.

The comforting sound of the violin, just like the spring breeze, 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 stopped abruptly.

Molly came back to her senses after hearing the beautiful melody and found the man sitting on the ground captivated at something. With all her curiosity, she walked to him and sat beside him subconsciously.

She noticed a cranny 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 give up. The man asked, "It's astonishing! Don't you think?" His voice was not only elegant, but also pure. It was as elegant as the sound of the violin and as pure as a child's.

Molly turned her head a little to look at the man next to her. His skin was as fine as snow, eyebrows as black as coal, eyes with beautiful double eyelids, nose as pointed as Romans had and lips surrounded with charm. Surely, the man beside her was pretty. He didn't pay attention to her since his eyes were still locked with the astonishment of the ants.

Molly, with no response, drew her sight back on the ants. With the cooperative efforts of the colony, they triumphantly managed to pull the food into their knoll.

The man stood up and heaved a great sigh of relief. His long and slim fingers freely dropped with the violin and bow. He glanced at Molly who was still sitting on the ground and asked, "Hey! Do you consider me as a fool?"

Molly remained her gesture and didn't stand up. She raised her head and looked at the man. He was looking at her haughtily. To her surprise, this man seemed to have changed into another person. His voice was no longer gentle like just now. Instead, the tone showed a kind of wildness and unruliness.

Molly thoroughly looked at the man as if she was investigating him. He wore a white sweater, covered with a lemon yellow jacket, and a pair of jeans and white sneakers. At that moment, he was not so serious like when he was playing the violin. On the contrary, he became a quite casual person. At first glance, he was not a handsome man, but no one could ignore the charm in him.

Molly shook her head as she stood up. And she asked, "Were you just encouraging these ants?"

When the man heard it, he slightly lifted the corners of his mouth with amusement and he answered, "Yes! The passersby may consider me as a fool..."

"Do you care about the views from others?" Molly asked.

Hearing this, the man suddenly moved forward before Molly could make any reaction. She was so startled seeing the man's face draw nearer that it made her jump back quickly. And this time, the man lifted the corners of his mouth with wickedness. He asked, "It seems like you care less?"0000