Trafford’s Trading Club

At home, even in your own room.

Straight back from the clubs that are now in the shopping streets, in a direct way.

Look at all the familiar objects in the room and feel like a world away. The club is not a place where there is no rest, in fact the two floors above the club are for people.

As the owner of a club, you can always live a long time if you're not going to die. For a long time, the long river would deprive the owner of the club of his home, leaving only the club.

So the top two levels of the club are very sophisticated.

But those things are still far away for Lochu. The famous perfume lit on the upper level of the club is refreshing, but it is no better than the sun-smelling bedding in this small room.

Lochu opened the old CD recorder in the room and the slow flowing notes made him feel like he was writing.

He lay in bed and tried to remember what had happened over the past two days.

He had already completed his first sale, and the original 30-day lifespan had turned to 60 days. It's not because you can relax in 30 more days. It's just that Rochu finds it hard to plan what he should do next if he can't be alone.

It's not a natural or rational person, just because he's been alone for a long time, he's always wandering on the bottom of his heart feeling lonely, making him more used to thinking.

Generally, thinking clearly and doing it again is essentially different from thinking and not wanting to do it.

He slowly charted his own path - without surprise, his life would be invisible. Again, he won't age, but in 10 or 20 years at most, the secret won't hold.

The club wandered around, and this time it came to the mall, that's probably why, right?

There is no way to stay in a place for too long, much less to have any involvement. You can't have a family, because you have to disappear from your family's eyes at the happiest hour, and leave behind your own grief in addition to your family's pain.

Rochu suddenly understood a little about why the owner in front of the club was still anxious to reveal that ecstasy... eager to liberate himself from this loneliness.

The previous boss may have watched his loved ones, or even future generations, die an old man - only, of course, Rocciu's conjecture.

Before he came back, he asked Yunight what kind of person the boss in front was, and only knew from Yunight's answer that the boss in front was a silent man.

The previous boss appeared only when the Guest appeared, usually staying in his room almost all the time, opening an old ochon box and listening to it was a day.

And Yu Night is 300 years.

If you look at it like that, it's pretty scary —— maybe someday in the future, Rochu will be like a former boss.

“First, spend the decade like a normal person. ”

Perhaps the future will go with loneliness to eternity, but for Rocchu, at a time when he is still full of fantasy, more is the mystery that the club brings, and all sorts of wonders.

The CD player plays an English song accompanied by his sleep, AmazingGrace.

Almost asleep, Rochu felt that if he wanted to be alone, it might be a strange blessing for him.

……

……

Wake up at night.

Must have woken up after hearing the movement from the kitchen at home.

Rocciu walked out of his room and the smell in the kitchen indicated that the person who was cooking was cooking a dish he liked.

Women are simple, simple blue shirt cow pants, hair is also tied casually, and living in the kitchen with an apron.

Simple, but also young and beautiful. At the age of 29, today's society should be the most beautiful time for a woman.

There may be a lot of successful men to pursue, but apparently she spends all that time going home to take care of her children.

Ren Ziling, said that he was interested, so he has been working as a journalist in a newspaper since graduation, and seems to be now the deputy editor-in-chief.

The younger journalist met Rocchu's father in the course of an interview on a homicide, and then, as if he had been lowered, fell in love at first sight with Rocchu's father, a widower who had lost his wife at an early age.

Perhaps there were stories in the process that shook up middle-aged widowed men and young women, and that Lochu didn't know about.

Then in the monotonous two rooms and one hall, the smell of this woman named Ren Ziling began.

It's been three years... since the man passed away.

But she's still here.

“Rochu, are you awake? I thought I'd wake you up when I finished cooking.” Ren Ziling heard the movement behind her and turned around with a shovel for stir-fried vegetables.

Probably the reason for the high fire, Ren Ziling's Liu Hai adhered well to her forehead, slightly, like a silk thread in the wrong place in Red's hands.

Looking at Rochu, looking at himself without a word, Ren Ziling subconsciously touched his face, “Is my face dirty? ”

Lochu shook his head and turned around to the living room to watch TV for a while, but cautioned: "... the cigarette machine didn't turn on. ”

“Ah! Not good!! ”

As if this was the moment to wake up, Ren Ziling quickly turned on the cigarette smoker, but her hands and feet were chaotic for a while, but she still didn't busily emphasize: “Soon! You can eat soon. Do you want to wash your hands first? ”

Of course, I didn't hear Rochu's response, and Ren Ziling was used to the same thing, busy living on the hot pot.

Rochu turned on the TV and started watching the news —— almost like this all these years.

Nine o'clock at night, on the table.

Ren Ziling seemed very proud to clip the dishes directly into Lochu's bowl towards Lochu's recommenders' own craftsmanship.

"If you've been busy lately, you don't have to come back to cook. ”

The club is normally open… perhaps much more volatile than the current deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

Ren Ziling suddenly knocked on Lochu's bowl with chopsticks, and said on his face: “Mr. Lochu, I don't think I'm asking you what's going on with what you call a 'walk or talk' trip? Shouldn't you also keep my rights as a mother? ”

“Mmm…”

The only thing Lochu could do was bowl his head down and chew the red burnt lion's head in the bowl.

Sure enough... it's been a few years and this dish is still not very good.

……

……

Perhaps because I was too tired, after eating and rinsing, Ren Ziling went straight into the room and went back to sleep, despite the night without brushing.

After cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks, Rochu planned to blow the hair on the balcony, but suddenly heard the call of the night, saying that the club had a new guest.

And the new Guests are the ones who don't find the club because they have the credentials, but come in on their own… for the new Guests.

PS: Although it's only chapter eight, it's only 20,000 words long, but I really want to hit the charts. I do seem to be on the list, so I'm recommending tickets.