In the eyes of the onlookers, the matter was actually very simple. The boy accidentally tripped the homeless man's arm and nothing happened. As a result, the homeless man took the opportunity to blackmail and even suspected of slander. With so many witnesses at the scene, things should not be unexpected. Therefore, when the patrol police appeared, many people scattered because they knew that the result was destined, and the bystanders who were unwilling to become witnesses naturally scattered.

But the small number of people who stayed were stunned because after the patrolman checked the homeless man's arm, he actually said something amazing, "She has indeed broken her arm." How is this possible? The onlookers were shocked. The patrolman said to the boy who was almost about to fall in tears, "If she complained to you, you must go with us."

What kind of god turning point is this?

The onlookers couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy, because the homeless man was obviously trying to blackmail the money and no one even knew whether she was injured. After all, the homeless man just now had accused the boy of deliberately breaking her arm and molesting her. This was all lying when he opened his eyes and everyone saw it. Therefore, if the boy could not prove that he had no direct relationship with the homeless man's arm fracture, then there would probably be no room for trouble for the blackmail.

At this time, everyone was concentrated on the homeless man. Sure enough, the homeless man's turbid eyes showed a smug smile, which made people feel hated, "Forget the accusation, if you are willing to give out five hundred dollars."

Five hundred dollars was considered a considerable sum of money in the early 1990s, not to mention that the boy in front of him was a young man who looked like a student. The worn guitar and white-washed jeans on his back showed that the young man's situation was not very good. So what should this boy do?

But sympathy is sympathy. After all, 500 US dollars is not the amount you can take out just by taking it out, let alone a stranger you have never met before? On the contrary, the narrowing onlooker team increased unknowingly, and at least twenty people were standing next to you watching.

"Five hundred dollars? I don't..." The boy's answer was not surprising.

"No? Then we will meet in court!" The homeless man made up his mind and said firmly without hesitation.

Faced with the homeless man's step by step, the boy looked around at a loss. His confused eyes were so helpless, especially the look of the homeless man's treacherous plan, which made people more angry. But, so what about anger? No one can help him, and even many soft-hearted people avoided the boy's sight, fearing that they would feel guilty because of the little bit of quiet light in those eyes.

"Then...what should I do...I still have a car to go home...Thanksgiving...Mom..." The boy's voice was intermittent, as if he was muttering himself. He could only capture a few words, but it was enough to allow the listener to piece together a complete picture.

Perhaps, this boy is a poor student. In order to go home for Thanksgiving, he was on the way to the station, but he encountered such a disaster. If the homeless man is entangled, the boy may be delayed in the detention center for the next few days. Not to mention going home for the holiday, it is very likely that the boy's parents will come to Los Angeles to deal with this bad thing.

Such a scene made the homeless man look even more hateful. When the onlookers looked at the homeless man, they found that she was pretending to be dead again, leaning on the lamppost dyingly, completely devoid of the arrogant momentum she had just now. But the problem is that the homeless man still opened his eyes slightly to look at the reactions of the people around him, which also made people more sure that the homeless man wanted to blackmail and did not want to arouse the anger of the group, so he deliberately showed weakness and despised him.

The masses began to talk softly, talking about the pitifulness of the boys, the hatefulness of the homeless, the incompetence of the patrolmen, and the madness of the city.

In this noise, the boy suddenly remembered something and picked up his guitar, "I, I'll give you this guitar, no, I'll put it on you for the time being. I'll pay you medical expenses after I've worked and raised enough money. Then you'll return the guitar to me, okay?"

"I don't need a broken guitar." The tramp looked weak, but his voice was full of energy. Without the sharpness of the high notes, the rough sound made people unable to tell the difference between men and women again. More importantly, the tramp's disdainful eyes were really angry.

The boy's fingertips holding the guitar began to tighten, with green white, and he could detect his inner entanglement and reluctance. For the boy, this guitar must be very important. He finally made up his mind, but was ruthlessly rejected by the homeless man. Now it seems that the boy is in an unsolvable dilemma. He can only follow the patrolman back to assist in the investigation first, either looking forward to the patrolman regaining his innocence or paying the money. But...

"Oh, boy." An old lady came out of the crowd, patted the boy on the shoulder, and took out ten dollars from her pocket. "I know this is not much, but I hope it can help you."

"No..." The boy's first reaction was to refuse, with a frightened look on his face, which seemed very surprised, but the old lady put the money directly on the guitar box. "On Thanksgiving, everyone in the family is waiting for you to go back. Because some disgusting things are delayed, it is not worth it." After saying that, the old lady glared at the homeless man fiercely, obviously disgusted with the homeless man's behavior.

The boy called out to the old lady who was about to turn around and leave, "Madam, thank you... Thank you." He said shyly and timidly, which made the old lady smile with relief. The boy continued, "But, I can't accept your money casually. This is the trouble I caused myself, and I need to solve it myself." Although the boy's voice was a little trembling, he was still full of determination. "I think, I want..." The boy seemed a little hesitant, but he quickly made up his mind, "I think I can perform some performance here to express my gratitude. Maybe, after watching the performance, you can decide whether you are willing to provide some help."

This is Hollywood Avenue, with countless people performing on the street. After watching it, pedestrians can tip the performers according to their own wishes. This is also a way to get paid through their own hands. Boys don’t want to get it for nothing, at least to express some respect through the simplest performance.

The boy's behavior quickly won everyone's favor. When facing difficulties, he still sticks to his principles. Although his clear eyes are weak, they are full of determination. Even if their strength is limited, they are still unwilling to give up. Compared with the bad and bad homeless man, boys easily won the support of onlookers.

The boy did it as soon as he said he could do it. He quickly took out his guitar. It was a very worn guitar, but it was well kept. It can be seen that the owner was very caring. The boy sat cross-legged on the concrete floor and looked at the patrolman, "Please allow me to finish singing a song?"

"No! Of course not!" The homeless man screamed immediately, his weakness just now disappeared again, and he shouted harshly, "Where is my hand? What should I do with my hand? I want to go to the hospital, the hospital!"

"Shut up!" The disgusting behavior of the homeless man finally angered some people, and someone in the crowd shouted angrily, which made the homeless man shut up immediately.

The two patrolmen looked at each other and communicated for a while before they said to Hugo, "We have called an ambulance just now, and the time before the car arrived was yours."

"Thank you." The boy raised his head and looked at the two patrolmen with gratitude. Although his clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist, tears never fell down. This strength is admirable, and the smile outlined on the corner of his mouth shone brightly in the sunset, making people look sideways.

From the accident just now to the street performances, what is this turning point? Everything seems to happen too quickly and too incredible.

The boy lowered his head and adjusted the strings. The collision just now obviously caused some deviations in the sound of the strings. The boy listened carefully to the strings and carefully confirmed each note. The light was cast on the boy's side face, and the hazy shadow made the boy's facial features become deeper and three-dimensional, and the lines on his face became softer. The dark golden hair turned transparent golden with sunlight, exuding a thin layer of halo. The eyes under the projection of the eyelashes were focused and serious, pouring all his attention.

At this moment, the boy had a charm, which made people forget the badness and badness of the homeless man, and also made people forget the disgusting and disdain of the incident just now. He involuntarily cast his eyes on the boy's slender fingers that were tuning, as if this was the most exquisite, delicate and beautiful job in the world.

Someone in the crowd finally realized something was wrong. Everyone's attention was on the incident before, and they did not carefully look at the appearance of the homeless man and the boy. Even if they saw it, they just had a rough impression. After all, the development of the matter was more touching. But at this time, everyone focused on the boys, and the boy's appearance suddenly became clear.

Isn't this Hugo Lancaster?

Some people began to doubt it, but they still couldn't be sure, because the boy lowered his head and could only see a side face, which was impossible to be completely sure. However, this temperament and face shape really look like Hugo, who has become the topic of discussion recently by relying on "smelling fragrance to recognize women" and becoming a topic of discussion again. But... if it is fake, it means that he recognizes the wrong person. After all, there is never a shortage of handsome guys and beauties in the streets and alleys of Hollywood; what if it is Hugo, what's going on? Was Hugo an accident, or... all this arranged deliberately?

However, the boy did not leave any more time to think. He quickly adjusted the strings and plucked his fingers a few times on the strings. The fresh and pleasant string sound of the guitar shocked a piece of dust in the sunset, causing the noise around him to gradually settle down.
Chapter completed!