Chapter 1172
The singer noticed the sudden change in the comments on his live stream. He stopped singing, turned around, and looked at the young boy crying on the live feed. He put down his guitar, walked over, and asked, “Hey kiddo, what’s up?”
Byran didn’t want anyone to see him cry. He wiped his eyes with his arm and said, “I’m fine! Just waiting for someone.”
The singer was a bit puzzled. “Why would waiting for someone make you cry? Did the person you’re waiting for stand you up?”
After hearing this, Byran got annoyed. “What’s it to you? Scram! Mind your own business!”
The singer had meant well but ended up being barked at. However, he didn’t take it to heart since the boy seemed quite young. He looked almost like a
runaway.
“If you’ve got nowhere to go, how about you crash at my place for the night? My live stream is almost over.”
Byran was freezing, and the offer made him waver. “Where do you live?”
The singer chuckled. “Just close by! Wait for me to pack up, and I’ll take you there.”
Byran didn’t refuse and got up to help him pack.
He thought that anywhere would be warmer than being outside, right? If he had to spend the night on the streets, he’d probably freeze to death!
The singer wrapped up his live stream, packed his stuff, picked up his guitar, turned around, and smiled. “Come with
Byran nodded and followed him towards the underpass. He was freezing and beginning to feel hungry.
“Where are you from, kid?” The singer asked as they walked.
“I’m from Greenhaven.” Byran replied truthfully.
“Did you
have a fight with your family and run away?”
“Something like that.”
The singer shook his head with a smile. “You young folks don’t know how lucky you are. You know, having a family to look after you is something we can only envy. Let off some steam tonight and go back home in the morning.”
Byran frowned. “You don’t have a family?”
The singer gave a bitter smile. “I do; but they’ve never looked after me.’
Byran was puzzled. “Why not?”
The singer didn’t elaborate, and he just pointed at an alley ahead. “My place is just up there; turn left, and we’re there!”
-Byran, chilled to the bone, quickened his pace. But before he could enter the alley, a white sports car zoomed up and stopped them.
The speeding car gave Byran and the singer quite a scare.
Byran was already in a bad mood, and this only made him angrier.
“It’s me!” Ida got out of the car as she adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.
Byran was taken aback, but then quickly scowled. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you didn’t care?”
Ida didn’t answer his question; instead, he eyed the singer warily. “Who is he? Where are you going with him?”
Byran snapped. “He’s a good Samaritan who wants to help me. I’m going to stay at his place for the night!”
Ida gave him a cold look. “Do you even know him? And you’re just going to go off with a stranger? Get in the car!”
Although Byran was tempted to get in the car, he continued to glare at Ida. “I thought you didn’t care? Why are you telling me to get in the car now?”
Ida was running out of patience. “I’m giving you three seconds. If you don’t get in, I’m leaving!”
Byran huffed. He turned to the baffled singer and asked, “What’s your live stream account name?”
The singer snapped back to reality. “My account name is ‘Lonely Singer.”
