Midnight event

On the night of Independence Day, we had an appointment to watch fireworks with Han Gang, but we lost touch halfway. When I arrived in downtown Disney, I had already missed the fireworks and never saw Hangang again.

I bought mocha and brownies at Starbucks, sat on a bench by the lake, and watched the hot air balloon slowly land in the distance, and the resort on the other side of the river was brightly lit. It's late at night, and the rock in downtown is still singing enthusiastically.

I feel a little lonely. I wanted to talk to someone in the Blues House, but I found the door was not open.

Midnight is long and I suddenly don't know how to spend it.

Two young girls were sitting on a nearby bench, joking with two handsome black men in the front row.

The two girls wore tube tops and high heels, and their makeup was delicate and slightly heavy, which seemed a bit frivolous. One of the girls has a blonde shawl, a pink bow on her head, exaggerated smoky makeup and gorgeous lipstick, and a plump and well-proportioned figure. Under this makeup, a pair of big eyes are flashing, somewhat rebellious and naive; And a sweet, husky voice.

Like a spoiled girl, a party girl in a nightclub.

I looked at them flirting and turned to look at the river; Then he turned to look at the blonde for a while, and then looked back at the night sky. The girl noticed that I looked at them from time to time and gave me a few words "hey". I turned to them.

She asked, "Are you alone? Come and sit with us! "

I went over and sat down. I don't know why, but I have a good impression on these two girls who meet by chance and are puzzling.

Goldilocks is funny, but also ridiculous, a little magical. When asked her name, she replied, "My name is Michael Jackson!" "

I smiled and said, "It's Miss Michael."

She asked my name, and I said, "Teresa."

She asked excitedly with surprised eyes, "Then you must be Mother Teresa!"

I had to laugh: "Sort of!"

In this way, one build what did not build chatting, watching two girls warm up, chatting with strangers, never calling their names right.

"Hey, Tony! How have you been recently? "

""* * I am not Tony. * * ~"

"oh! Then you must have a twin brother! "

"* *% what! ~**~"

"No? ... ouch! You look so much like Tony! "

""& amp% inexplicable ~ ~ "

"Oh ... really! I have no sense of humor at all! "

I was listening to funny, thinking that these two girls were probably spoiled and bored before going out to play.

Miss Michael asked me: What's the worst thing you've done since you came to America?

I have done some crazy things, but it may not be as strange as tonight.

I thought about it and looked at her with a smile: "Is it the worst thing to meet you two tonight?"

Miss Michael stared at me in horror for a long time, then laughed and scolded, "Shit!" " "

Two handsome black men clapped their hands and laughed: "She is telling the truth!" "

Miss Michael said, "Let's drive somewhere else! Mother Teresa, come together! "

I went with them, or I really felt lonely when I got back to my place.

Now that I think about it, it was the craziest thing I've ever done since I was in the American Empire.

Two girls were driving aimlessly and suddenly stopped in front of a restaurant. Miss Michael gave Carol her handbag, so she got out of the car and went straight to a black sports car in the front row to talk to the handsome owner.

Carol and I also got off the bus. I followed them up and rudely interrupted them: "Is your car locked?"

Miss Michael looked at me innocently and asked weakly, "Does the car need a lock code? I never lock it ... "

To tell the truth, the way she answered this is really cute. ...

But I'm just surprised ....

"It's a miracle that your car has never been lost!"

"Yes, I think so too. It has never been lost ... "

I have nothing to say. It must be that the law and order in America is too good, right?

I don't know what happened afterwards: she got on the man's car. Carol and I drove right behind, and it felt like we were halfway around Orlando, and finally we lost them. So we stopped at a McDonald's and bought hamburgers and chips to munch on.

Carol said that she was the adopted daughter of Miss Michael's mother. She has never seen her mother and only lives with her father; After making friends with Miss Michael, Miss Michael begged her mother to adopt her. Later, after graduating from high school, I didn't know what to do in the future, so I simply dropped out of school and went out to travel. They are only 16 years old.

Chatting and chatting, I don't know how long it took. Miss Michael sent a message and Carol drove to pick her up at once. The car stopped in front of an apartment building. I saw that Miss Michael's hair was a little messy. She went down the stairs and arranged a pink bow. I think she may have just slept with that man.

If the adventure of that night came to an abrupt end, I would probably feel that I just met two bold and absurd girls that night.

"Let's go back to the hotel, have a drink and chat."

I followed them with a strange tie.

Looking back now, the curiosity of that night almost killed me on the road.

Just heard two girls discussing: "Where is our hotel?"

"I don't remember." "What should I do? I don't remember the address ... "

"Then look for it."

I don't know how they found it, but they finally got to the hotel. Entering the room, it was already dark, and a middle-aged couple had already rested. When the woman saw me, she stood up and smiled. "We have guests coming tonight."

She smiled warmly and friendly; The skin is healthy wheat color, the facial contour is quite plump, the facial features are very soft, and the temperament is somewhat Asian.

I sat by the bed and chatted with her. The two girls took off their makeup, put on their nightgowns and sat together. Antie said, "There are guests from the East here tonight. Let's play a game. "

So she lit a candle and put it in the center of the bed. The four of them formed a circle and began a prayer-like ceremony. Antie sang Indian songs, which he heard while practicing yoga. I heard the first voice "Oh -M-".

Her voice is deep and clear, gentle and changeable, with a wide range and magnetism. Those songs and songs that babble are pure and serene from her mouth, with religious spirituality and beauty. We closed our eyes gently with her rhythm and sang slowly in a low voice. Every breath becomes symmetrical and rhythmic.

We started praying in turn, and Antie told the story of Peter Pan. She gestured, and those gestures were projected in the faint fire, vivid and lovely. Her narrative is ups and downs, sometimes sensational, sometimes naughty and very devoted. The three girls looked at her with their chins in their hands. They were good, quiet and focused.

It's Miss Michael's turn. She took out a photo of Michael Jackson and put it beside her, telling his story in Michael Jackson's tone.

Finally, she said solemnly, "Thank you for bringing us together."

Facing the candlelight, I also began to pour out: "thank you for gathering us here by candlelight, and thank you for the invisible power of the universe for letting us meet." I don't believe in God, but I believe in the fate of nature. I met a group of amazing people tonight, and everything happened inexplicably and warmly. I miss my relatives far away, though not so strongly-I wish them all the best and hope they don't worry too much about me. May our dreams come true. At this moment, my mood is calm and happy, and I am grateful for what happened tonight. "

"May the morning disperse, and we can still remember the peace flowing tonight."

Without warning, Miss Michael turned her head to one side and mumbled vaguely, "What did you say?"

The three of us looked up at her at the same time: "Who are you asking?"

She asked strangely, "didn't any of you talk to me just now?"

We looked at each other and shook our heads.

Miss Michael was a little flustered: "But I obviously heard someone talking to me ..."

Carol said, "Mother Teresa is praying."

Miss Michael shook her head vigorously: "No! Someone asked me something just now ... "

Andy smiled and said, "Is it Michael Jackson who came to talk to you?"

Miss Michael snorted and threw herself into Andy's arms. "Ah ... this is so strange!" " "

I turned my head, and the candlelight shone on the curtain, reflecting the shadow of the fifth person.

Perhaps at this time, the midnight breeze blew into the room through the fine cracks, gently lifted the white curtains and slightly disturbed the candlelight on the bed. ...

This is a little strange. But at that moment, I only felt warm and magical.