When you're approached by someone holding a tin can asking you do donate money, what will you do?

Do you:
1) ignore the person and walked away?
2) shoo the person off from afar?
3) smile and politely decline?
4) donate, get the sticker to "ward off" the rest?
5) donate, wholeheartedly...

I usually will do 1 and 3, until today, when I become the person holding the tin can. There are many who see me as a ghost, going a small round around me to avoid me. There are people who shoo me off even though they are still a distance away from me. They are people who point at the sticker on them, as if trying to use it like an amulet to get me off. Sad thing to see these. Where is the love?

There are also people who went around, dropping $10 into the can, saying that its hard on us. There was a lady who asked me to get into the shade, and don't get sun burn because of that. There was an auntie who even explained why she doesn't trust these donations anymore.

So, do we really look like ghosts trying out free amulets to ward us off. If so, anybody want?

“欣，你可以当我的女朋友吗?”我说。

“晚会那晚你要是找得到我，那我就考虑。”你害羞地回答，然后掉头就走。你长长的头发轻轻地拂过我的脸，我的脸也不禁热了起来... ...

今年的毕业晚会的主题是“化妆舞会”，大家都得戴着面具出席。我紧张地站在宴会厅外，不停地四处张望，期望能找到一个熟悉的背影。好友翔见此，不禁笑了。

“兄弟，你越刻意地找，她就会故意躲着你。放轻松啦，跟着心走，准没错。”

说完，他拍了拍我的肩膀，走了进去。

“跟着心走。”

我深深地吸了口气，随后跟了进去。由于我们迟到了，晚会虽然还没开始，但人已几乎到齐了。找了很久，才找到一个位子。坐在那儿的是一位穿着粉红晚礼服，戴着一张古典威尼斯面具的女生。原本是跟着坐在身旁的几位女生说话的她，一见到我，就停下，看着我。

“请问我可以坐在这儿吗？”我问。

她什么也没说，仿佛正在看着我发愣。过了一会儿，才稍微点点头。我坐了下来，心情越来越紧张。到底要从哪里找？我的脑海里一直浮出许多主意，但一个却比一个差。突然，我想到一个根本行不通的点子。

“请问，你认识S1班的恩欣吗？”我问身旁的女生。

着莫名其妙的问题，或许把她吓着了。她静静地看着我，应该是在想我是个疯子吧。

“对不起，恕我莫名其妙。你就不用回...”话还未说完，那女生却稍微点点头。

“你认识恩欣？”我再问。

她稍微点点头。我心里的希望，又再度燃起。

“你知道她今天的装扮吗？你知道她现在在哪里吗？”

我着急地看着她，期盼着她点头。

她摇了摇头。我心里的那火焰，又再度被熄灭... ...

晚会的最后一个节目又称“最后的华尔兹”，需要大家一起随着音乐起舞。音乐一换，女舞伴就得另找一个新的男舞伴。这是我最后一次，也是最好的一次机会。只要音乐不停，我就有机会等到欣了。

换了无数次的舞伴后，仍然等不到欣。这已经到了最后一支舞了，舞伴却是坐在身旁那位女生。我心不在焉地陪她跳着华尔兹，不停地望着周围的女生，并祈祷能找到她。忽然，不小心踏到了她的脚。

“对不起，你没事吧？”我急忙将她握紧，问道。

她摇了摇头。

“今晚给你添了不少麻烦，真是对不起啊。”我说。

她摇了摇头。

最后的舞曲缓缓结束，舞伴也一个个慢慢地散了。我和她一直跳到最后，才松手，鞠躬，感谢。她仍然什么也没说，看了我多一眼后，掉头就走。她长长的头发轻轻地拂过我的脸。那感觉好熟悉。

莫非，欣一直在我身旁？

我愣在原地，看着她的背影渐渐消失在人群中... ...








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