Love Began with the First Meeting

"Hmm, the dishes served in this food stall taste so good and impeccable!" Spark muttered to himself with his mouth full of food as he listened intently to the host's introduction for the famous musician Spark on TV. After swallowing a mouthful of braised noodles, he shouted at a busy hostess, who was around 40-years-old,"Ma'am, please give us a braised beef dish."

"Okay, sure. Wait a minute please." The woman was very nice and prompt. After responding to his request, she quickly went to the kitchen and prepared the meat for them.

Manny rolled his eyes and waved his hand in the air helplessly. Since he was a little bulky, he looked really funny sitting on the small old ragged chair in the quaint food stall. The ceremonial suit he was all decked up looked really strange for such a modest place. "Spark, it's bad for your health to eat food like this...

You can't eat so much today, and then eat nothing tomorrow. Your body especially stomach will protest such bad habits sooner or later!"

Manny complained as he grew concerned about his health. All the people held him in high regard as a genius because of the honor and respect he gained for his exemplary work at such a young age, but they rarely ever thought about all the hard work and the struggle behind his success.

Spark raised his head and looked at Manny, raising his eyebrows playfully. With his another mouth full of noodles, Spark murmured inarticulately,"It's fine. My stomach is already used to all of this..."

around us that you are Spark, I'm sure that eleven of them will come ahead to call me a liar,"

don't get the logic behind that equation." Spark asked curiously with a childish smile, as he quickly picked up a piece of braised

big smile on his face, and then he turned to Spark and replied in a serious tone,"Well, that's

by his dry humor, however, he shook his head helplessly and delved more into this topic. "Manny, it really tastes delicious. Why don't you give it a taste?" Spark urged

Manny rejected his offer almost immediately without any hesitation. He really could not understand why Spark was so into

shrugged. He didn't want to judge Manny for his critical words. Anyway everyone lived in different environment and conditions, and it was not reasonable to

innate

violin, he was otherworldly, elegant and

with his hands in the pockets of his quilted jacket. Just curiously looking around at the noisy night market, he raised his eyebrows ever so slightly. While Manny, who was following him reluctantly, carried a violin case in his hand. He couldn't

from the crowd. Spark stopped in his tracks the moment he heard it. He turned his head and saw a little girl with two braids holding a doll in her

Spark's sympathy. Just as he stood there frozen thinking to himself, Spark had already walked over and squatted down in front of the little girl. He tried to comfort her and