Endless Debt.

Chapter 530 Interesting People

The melodious tunes flowed in the restaurant car, the passengers whispered, the knives and forks collided with the plates, making a crisp sound, and the children ran happily in the narrow aisle, causing the passengers to exclaim from time to time.

Irving was sitting in the corner with a cup of hot coffee and a simple sandwich in front of him. He leaned against the corner between the chair and the wall, and he could observe the whole of the car when he raised his head.

The boring man was quickly forgotten by Irwin. He spread out his notes and observed the passengers, writing down his fantasies about him.

As a poet, Irving has always wanted to write a work that coexists fantasy and reality. It may not satisfy everyone, but Irving himself will absolutely love it.

Along the way, he regarded many people as his writing materials and collected them into his notes. Some people were not outstanding, and Irving would only write a few simple strokes; A lot of pen and ink.

Like the guy who's binge eating.

Due to the exhaustion of the journey, most of the passengers had no appetite, and this was just to relieve their hunger, but that passenger was different, he seemed to have been hungry for several days, sandwiches for two, sausage for two, sausage for two Burgers, orange juice for two...

In less than a few minutes, the other party swept away the food on the table, rubbed his swollen stomach, and burped a few times.

"A chap with a good appetite."

Irwin described the passenger's image in the notes and wrote his tag at the end.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, the two looked at each other. Irving often encounters this situation. Spying on others will inevitably attract the attention of the other party. Irving smiled and nodded to the other party.

A friendly greeting can often resolve such an embarrassing situation.

The other party also nodded with a smile. Just when Irving thought that his description could end, the other party stood up, picked up the unfinished half hamburger and half glass of orange juice on the table, and walked over in a big way.

"Yo! My friend, what are you writing?"

The man sat down unceremoniously, occupying half of the seat.

Irwin felt his facial muscles freeze.

"Hmm...some writing material."

When answering, Irving didn't stop the pen in his hand, and added a few tags later, such as self-cooked and so on.

The man looked happy, "That means...you are a writer?"

"That's right, but I prefer to call myself a poet. The poet has a sense of romance, like a bird flying freely, while the writer is a bit serious. It sounds like an old man with glasses and a vicissitudes of life. .”

Irwin explained, "Yeah, I'm a poet."

"Huh, poets? There aren't many poets these days," the man exclaimed. "Now everyone is more eager to become rock singers and movie stars."

Irving shrugged, then asked, "What about you? What do you do?"

The man was silent for a moment, thinking about how to explain his occupation to Irwin, and soon he thought of it.

"Salesman."

"what?"

An unexpected answer.

"Our company operates a wide range of businesses. When some places can't handle it, we will send salesmen like me on business trips to solve it locally."

When the man was narrating, Irving added a few more words. He met many people along the way, and this was the first time he met a man who was so talkative.

"So you're recording me?"

The man pointed to the note, "Take me as a writing material?"

Irwin confessed, "Yeah, I like to draw everyone I meet and then add them to my story, so I think the story will have a little more realism."

"It's... it's like actors in a movie, the story is fake but the actors are real."

Irwin watched the men's reactions. Some people didn't like it. Irwin was sometimes scolded and maybe punched.

Seeing that the man remained silent, Irwin continued, "If you think this offends you, I can tear up this page."

The man waved his hand and said excitedly, "No, no, this is the first time I have encountered such a thing."

Irving didn't understand.

The man looked conflicted, and he muttered, "I actually like reading books very much. For a while, I even had the idea of ​​writing a book... You should understand this, right?"

Irwin continued, "I can understand, especially after seeing those relatively bad stories."

"Yes! That's how it feels!" The man shouted excitedly, "Damn guy, what did you write, I will replace it!"

Irving's eyes shone brightly. He didn't expect to meet such an interesting person on this boring journey, and then he stretched out his hand.

"Irving Fleischer"

The man firmly held hands with Irving, but when he mentioned his name, the man hesitated.

"Pa...you can call me Shaw Alber."

Palmer lied that this was his false identity for this trip.

Irving then asked, "Can I put your name in my story?"

Palmer replied, "Of course."

In the follow-up chat, both Irving and Palmer felt that the other party was just a passer-by who had a good chat. After talking tonight, there was no possibility of the two of them intersecting. It is to discover the harmony with the other party.

In the end, the two looked at each other enthusiastically, as if they were friends who had met each other for a long time.

Relying on his sense of comedy from his personal experience, Palmer successfully convinced Irving, and Irving wrote a large page in his notes.

As the heir of the Clakes family, Palmer, who has received aristocratic education, has an inexplicable sense of nobility on his body, but once he speaks, this sense of nobility will disappear in an instant, and he will tell random jokes , like a hungover teenager wandering the streets.

Irwin hadn't met such an interesting person in a long time.

The same is true for Palmer. His hobbies are wide-ranging and peculiar, and he rarely gets to chat with them. Even Burlogo, it was he who put in a lot of effort to recommend his hobbies.

But Irving was different. Irving could talk a little bit about everything Palmer mentioned, and he even understood it better than Palmer.

The happy time is coming to an end soon. Palmer has a task ahead of him. If he doesn't go back for too long, it will inevitably cause other people to worry.

"this is my address."

Palmer quickly wrote a line. This is not Palmer's real address, but a unified counterfeit point of the Bureau of Order, which is convenient for field staff to contact others.

Palmer came and went like the wind, without giving Irving any time to react, looking at the address from Opus on the note, Irving sighed softly.

I thought that I had traveled such a long way and met such people, the world would no longer give me a sense of surprise.

Irving still had too little to go.

After clearing the cutlery on the dining table, Irving returned to his car, but Dua, who was sitting opposite him, disappeared. Irving guessed that the other party might hate him, so he changed his seat.

The train began to slow down, and many light spots appeared in the dark night. It drove to the next platform. It was already late at night, and there were very few passengers on the platform, but the train still stayed here for a short time according to the regulations.

Irving stepped out of the car and came to the empty platform. He took out a cigarette in his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit the lighter. He inhaled and exhaled clumsily, the cigarette poured into his throat, and he coughed. non-stop.

The smoke stained Irving's eyes, and he blinked vigorously, tears streaming down his face.

Silver bell-like laughter sounded from the side. Irving turned his head and saw a girl standing beside him. She had long hair as light as white and a red shawl covering her whole body, leaving only two The legs of the boots are exposed.

She accosted, "You don't look like you can smoke."

"To be precise, I'm learning to smoke."

Irving bit the cigarette butt vigorously, he thought to himself, today is really amazing, to have met so many strange people, even though he said he was not much better.

"Learning to smoke?" The girl smiled even more happily, "You are at this age, so you started to learn this kind of thing?"

Irwin's deceptive appearance and temperament failed to fool the girl, and she could tell at a glance that Irwin was an elderly uncle.

"One has to try something that one has never tried before."

Irwin defended himself, so during this trip, Irwin has been accepting some new things. The day before leaving Opals, he just presented his first rock music performance in an underground bar.

It turned out badly and the boss wanted him never to come again, which was so sad.

The girl asked, "How did you feel after trying it?"

"not so good."

Irwin felt a little bored, he spit out half of the cigarette, sparks danced in the dark night, and disappeared.

His eyes fell on the girl, and the moment the two looked at each other, Irwin's mind went blank.

(End of this chapter)