"I mean, are you serious? You want to join a senior sorority? " Professor Charles adjusted his tie. He felt that it was too tight, and it made him feel uncomfortable.
"Of course I'm serious. We're already here. What are you waiting for? " There was no joy in Magneto's expression at all. Instead, it was as if he was avoiding something.
Professor Charles and Magneto were attending a senior sorority in a blues club in Montreal, Canada.
The melodious blues music was very melodious, reminding people of the feeling of the sixties of the last century. Especially when Elvis Presley's classic songs were adapted into blues jazz, it was even more reminiscent of that time.
"The beautiful sixties." Listening to the music, Professor Charles couldn't help but think of his youth. At that time, he was still a handsome young man, didn't need a wheelchair, and had long, flowing hair.
Magneto scoffed at Charles' sentiments. "The beautiful sixties? Are you talking about the outbreak of racism, the emergence of anti-war ideas, demonstrations everywhere, and the Iron Curtain of the Cold War? At that time, Coca-Cola was a trendy drink, and the average kid couldn't afford it with his pocket money. It wasn't like now, where you can go to a fast food restaurant and order a hamburger or a Coca-Cola to fill your stomach. "
Professor Charles was almost speechless by Magneto's words. The professor glanced at Marx and then said, "At least in those days, we didn't have to worry about teenage obesity!"
Marx continued to scoff. "You make it sound like you were really worried. Do you really think of yourself as a great educator after all these years? "
"Admit it. You think the 60s were beautiful not because it was a beautiful era, but because you were young and handsome at that time. You could casually hook up with all kinds of beautiful girls in the bars outside Harvard University." Marx's words were quite ruthless.
Professor Charles, who had always been good-tempered, couldn't help but get angry. He really wanted to brainstorm Marx and turn the guy in front of him into an idiot.
Although Marx and Charles stood on the edge of the blues club, they still attracted some people's attention.
Magneto Marx, if you put aside his personality and other factors, just look at his appearance is really good. He could be a coquettish old hippie or an elegant old gentleman at the same time.
Although Professor Charles was sitting in a wheelchair, he had a smile on his face. He looked kind and well-dressed. He looked like a knowledgeable and wise man.
When the two of them stood together, they could be considered a handsome old man combination. It was quite attractive to single ladies.
Most of the people who came to this senior fellowship party were widowed or divorced single people. Most people came here to find the other half of their lives. Because the life of a single person was a little difficult for the elderly to bear.
Marx and Charles looked like good targets. Don't think that old people don't like handsome men and beautiful women. This is a kind of prejudice.
Humans were animals that pursued beauty from the age of eight to eighty! For example, Miss Luo Lin Na, who was attending this gathering. Yes, although Luo Lin Na was already 58 years old, she was still a Miss because she had never been married. She would feel offended if someone called her Mrs.
She used to be the principal violinist of a symphony orchestra in Ottawa. When she was in her prime, she had many suitors. But for various reasons, she chose to be single until this age.
Now, she had retired from the symphony orchestra and returned to her hometown in Montreal to open a private violin training classroom.
The passage of time on Miss Luo Lin Na's body was very slow. The blade of time did not deal too heavy a blow to her. Although she was 58 years old, she looked like she was in her forties and had just turned 50.
When she was young, Miss Luo Lin Na felt that it was good to be alone. She had a relatively generous salary and had performed all over the world with the performing troupe. She had seen the customs of various places. Being young made her feel that everything was fine.
But when she got older, especially after she retired from the symphony orchestra and returned to Montreal to open a classroom, she felt that she was more and more lonely.
There were more than a dozen students in the classroom, all of whom were teenagers. When she was with those children, Luo Lin Na felt that she was great and very energetic. But when there were no classes in the classroom and she faced an empty house alone at home, she felt a deep sense of loneliness.
It was because of this deep sense of loneliness that she came to this senior sorority party. Originally, she was very disdainful of this kind of sorority party.
Miss Luo Lin Na thought that she would just treat it as making friends. But when she arrived here, she was quite disappointed. It seemed that none of the people who came to this sorority party were worthy of her attention.
Well, without any discrimination, Miss Luo Lin Na didn't think that she could talk with old farmers about the farm's annual harvest and which brand of combine harvester was the best and cheapest.
She also couldn't talk with people about how to stop her cat from biting the wire, let alone discuss the topic of children.
Because of her outstanding appearance and elegant temperament, many old bachelors around her wanted to strike up a conversation with her.
Luo Lin Na felt that she had made a very wrong decision to come to this sorority party. Professor Charles also felt that this decision was very wrong.
"What the hell are you thinking? You brought me here, but you're neither looking for someone to dance with, nor going to the bar to drink? "Professor Charles complained to the expressionless Magneto.
Magneto replied to Charles with a straight face, "I just want some peace and quiet, that's all."
"Huh?" Professor Charles looked at Magneto in disbelief. At the same time, he looked at the noisy crowd around him and said, "You're looking for peace and quiet here?"
"At least the blues version of Canon is playing here, and I have to face the wild version of Symphony of Fate at home!" Marx said dryly.
"At least Canon is much quieter than Symphony of Fate."
Just as Marx finished speaking, a woman's voice next to him interrupted, "Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt. In fact, Beethoven's Symphony of Fate also uses Canon's method of composition. Canon is referring to a technique, not just a certain piece of music. "
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