Among the onlookers was a fool, a tramp.
He wore a ragged woolen hat, could not identify the color of the hat; ragged clothes very personalized mix and match, grey and dirty, and could not identify the color; dirty face dark, could not identify the features, and could not identify the age.
He stood in front of the dancing line, facing all the ladies, standing straight and solemnly waving his hand to the procession; or raising one hand high in the air, and lowering it again, looking crookedly at his palm; then raising his hand again, lowering it, pointing it forward, and lowering it again. He looked as if he were commanding a thousand troops.
He stood right in front of the group, watching intently. Whenever a tune was finished, he broke into a happy smile and cheered loudly, "Good! Good!" Or "Excellent! One more!"
After a while, he began to surround the huge dancing square, hands behind his back, turning around in a circle to see, pulling the posture, like a cadre inspection. A few laps down, he returned to the front of the team, grinning, and applauded: "Good! Very good!"
Standing for a long time, perhaps tired, he simply sat on the ground. He coiled his legs, facing all the ladies, sitting on the ground in the most comfortable position, and then pulled out a few things from the broken bag, one by one in front of the front, which has a bottle of white wine.
He took a sip of the wine, and with a satisfied look at the dancing beauties, gave a thumbs up and a "good!"
A female compatriot in her fifties said, "Look at the beauty of him! With an emperor like, frankly sitting to see so many beautiful women dancing! Hundreds of beautiful women are dancing for him, he is so beautiful!"
He sat there and watched for a long time, showing his teeth and grinning, his eyes not colorful, but more like a child's general innocence. A few small children began to be a little afraid of him, watching from afar, not dare to approach; gradually found that he is not terrible, slowly close to him, stood beside him, curious to see in front of the East East. He turned his face and showed his teeth to the child with a happy expression.
He sat idly on the ground looking at the beauties, looking straight at them with bold arrogance , and applauding their dancing.
No one called him a psychopath or a fool, because he was a fool in the first place!
Next to the dancing team, a dark shadow, there is a normal man, also stood next to watch the ladies dance, he can not be as bold as a fool to look directly at the side of the seemingly random blindly around; he was in the periphery of the left and right balking, while the rest of the eyes, pretending to be unintentionally scanned the dancing women, looking for their own heart feel good-looking women, hot body, white beautiful, secretly weighing, sneak a peek at the women, and the women's body, the women's body, the women's body, and the women's body.
This is the first time he has ever seen a woman with a hot body, white skin, and beautiful skin.
Because he is a normal person, so he had to control his own expression, desperately trying to hide his own pair of colorful eyes, eyes wandering, flickering, seemingly unintentional, in fact, intent.
If he suddenly cheered loudly, imagine the reaction of the women?
" Psycho!" You'd probably say the same thing!
If he suddenly cheers loudly, imagine the women's reaction.
It's not the idiots who are scary, it's the normal people! Because there is something lurking deep in the decent eyes of some normal people that you can't see.
People will call normal people psychopaths, lunatics, fools, real psychopaths or fools, but no one to call him a psychopath or a fool, because to call him or not to call him is a psychopath, a fool, a lunatic.
In fact, in the eyes of that fool, everyone he sees is a fool, one foolishly jumping and bouncing, because he is looking at you with the eyes of a fool! Just as the eyes of a psychopath are all psychopaths.
There are always these two people, the fool, the normal person. Foolish man leisurely and idle sitting boldly and directly look at the beauty, normal man hiding in the corner eyes wandering quietly look at the beauty. The eyes of the fool are innocent and normal, and the eyes of that normal man are not normal at all.