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“Hey, Alice it’s me.” The young man's voice comes from the other end of the line. “I know,” Alice said gently, “I have your phone number. You said you would come back from abroad after finishing your performance. Have you decided when will you come back?” “Yes.” “When? I am not busy in the following days; I will pick you up at the airport if I have free time.” “Thank you. But don’t bother.” “Alright,” Alice said with a smile. “You are a popular and famous violinist and the Mr. Medreamy in the country now. There will be a lot of people who want to pick you up.” “But Mr. Medreamy is going to live on the street as a vagrant. Alice, I need you.” “What do you mean by living on the street?” Alice asked in surprise. “Turn around.” Hearing this, Alice turned around and looked in the direction of the gate of the Dream High Hotel. Then she saw a young man carrying a huge cello case with a suitcase beside him. He was looking at her with a bright and innocent smile. The young man opened his arms a