Book1:TeDream-Maker

lliantshootingstars，spinningquicklyinahugearcacrossthesky,pastthemyriadoftwinklingstarsthatstoodbyinaweandadmirationuntiltheydisappearedfromview．

    Attheparkinglothewaterfront,thebeige-coloredoldCadilcarked．Discreetripplesslowlyrockedtheboatsmooredthere,likeamother’shalypushingthecradle．Iarandsofjazzmusicfloateddowtentlyfromthenearbysalooingadream-likeatmosphere．Apairofloverswasstrollingdowerfront．Megginnraisedhereyestolookathimandasked,

    "AreyoureallyDimitriJa,themysterioustrillionaire?I’tbelieveit!"

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    "Thestarsaremywitnesses"sworeDimitriinmockseriousness.

    "AfterIwentthroughaboxofyourpapers,Iwasreallyimpressedwithyourfinancialgenius．YoubecamemyheroandIprayedeverynightthatonedayIwouldmeetyou．Tonightthatdreamcametrue.”

    "Youmustbedisappoiofindthatyouridolhascyfeet,andIamonlyapoorhomelessperson.”

    "Ohyes!Ihadmeanttoaskyouwhyyouposedasahomelessperson?"

    "It’shardtoexpintoyouinafewwords．Lifetomeisbutagametobepyedatmypleasure,andthelifeofthehomelesshascertainattrasthatareirresistibletome．Theirlifeishardandnotmanypeoplestarialsandtributions,butdon’tyouthinkthehomelessarethefreestpeopleoh，unhamperedbyventionsandwhoseetricitiesattractlittleattention?"Megginnnoddedhalfprehendingly．"IwilltiolivemypresentmodeoflifeuntilIgoblind．Iwanttohavemystglimpseatthisworld,sobeautifulthatIotstandleavingit.”

    "Youwillgoblind?OhDimitri,othingbedone?"Dimitrilookedatthestars．

    "Itisthewillofheaven,ordainedfromonhighandotbeged.”Apregnantpausefollowed．

    "I