Trafford’s Trading Club

In the afternoon, because of the dragon and evening, there was no mood for Rochu to go out and read the afternoon book in the club.

Probably before dinner, the club had a new guest.

An old lady with a ragged shirt carrying a fine bamboo pole with a large grey white cloth bag. At first glance, Rocchu seemed a bit like a waste-picker, but also like a vagrant.

Full of wind cream and wrinkles, the body on the camel's back also looks very thin.

“Unight, what's for dinner today? ”

“Fried duck breast with orange juice, French corn mushroom soup, small bread. ”

Lo Qiu nodded and said: "The Guest's teeth are not good, get some soup and a little bread. ”

This conversation, of course, took place when the old woman stood in front of the door, just when the wind chimes. Looking at the old woman's inconvenience, Rocho walked up and sat down with her.

“I, I don't have any money. ”

The old woman's voice carries some anxiety.

She didn't even think about spending in this place, and although she couldn't see exactly what it was doing here, the unusually blurred gaze still showed the person holding her, dressed very neatly.

And extraordinarily polite.

Isn't it a very high-end place?

“Don't worry, we don't charge here. ”

It feels like calling me a big lady, more in line with this old lady's world.

Lochu sat in front of the old lady. Yu Night's move was quick, and the meal truck had already launched a soup and a small basket of bread in front of the old lady.

Her eyes were blind, but her nose was still there, and the old lady smelled an intense fragrance. She can't remember how long she hasn't smelled such a fragrance that she can't hold her tongue.

Probably many, many years ago, New Year's Eve, a reunion dinner.

“What is this?” The old lady couldn't help but ask.

"Ma'am, this is truffle and corn soup. The small bread was bought outside, but it was just cooked today. ”

“This... this is all for me?” Unbelievable, "said the old lady.“ I can't afford it. ”

“Don't worry, this is what our boss asked you to eat.” Unight smiled: “If it's not enough, there's more inside. ”

“Big sister, big brother, thank you!” Thank you, madam.

Maybe it's really hungry.

Though there were a few buns in the cloth bag, the smell of soup in front of her made her irresistible.

Lochu asked for a glass of fresh water and watched the old lady sip the soup and bite the bread.

After eating everything in front of me, the old lady was slightly disturbed: "Brother, I really don't have any money. I can't go home alone..."

“Nothing, just entertaining guests.” Lochu put down the water cup and pressed her hand gently against the back of the hand the old lady had placed on the table.

Just for a moment, the old lady retracted her palms in horror.

Because just between these moments, she realized what kind of place she was in.

In exchange for something other than money wealth, you can buy whatever you want, as long as you can afford it.

But it's still incredible.

Lochu wiped his hands gently in front of Grandma's eyes, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became black and white.

Feeling that clear sight that had long gone away, Daughter shook her hands and gently touched her eyes, her eyes suddenly wetted, “My eyes, my eyes... how could... incredible! Incredible!”

She clearly saw the beautiful maid and naturally the neatly dressed club owner... because her eyes suddenly regained sight, and at this point even seeing the boss's strange outfit did not seem too alarming.

The old lady looked at her hands subconsciously… turns out to be so old and rough that the innocence attached to the palm pattern is like a black line.

At this point, however, the gaze slowly becomes blurred again, as if it were nothing more than a flower.

“Me, my eyes! ”

“It's kind of an experience.” Rochu said softly, "Let the old lady know that we have the ability to do something you can't imagine. This is where people need to be. So..."

He stood up, in front of the grandmother, the armrest in front of her chest, bending slightly: "Dear Guest, do you need anything? ”

The old lady had little hesitation at the moment and quickly pulled a leaflet from the cloth bag and placed it on the table.

Over and over again, she smoothed the leaflet with her hands, full of wrinkles, except that it appeared at any point with wrinkles and corners.

“Him, him! My son. My son. Can you help me find him? Twenty years! He's been kidnapped for 20 years... please! Find him for me! ”

Madam said, holding the table, kneeling in the place, “Brother... no, you are the fairies! I kowtowed to you! Please help me find my son! ”

Lochu took a look at Yu Night.

The governor's maid bent down to lift the old lady up and sat back on her chair.

"Your name is Yang Ping, and your son disappeared twenty years ago," said Lo Qiu. "You've been heading south from your home in Hebei for twenty years alone. You've only been home three times in 20 years, the last time, seven years ago. You had cataracts, you had worse health, you fell on the side of the road last year, you were sent to the hospital by a kind man, the doctor said you had tuberculosis, right? ”

“Yes, yes!” The old lady couldn't live at the head of the place.

“The sea is wide open, just an old photograph of your childhood, trying to find your son, without surprise, I'm afraid you won't be able to find it for the rest of your time. ”

I'm afraid this is not going to last this year.

“I, I just want my son back.” Yang Ping raised his head: “For more than a dozen or two decades, there have been many people outside looking for sons and daughters like me. We met on the road and we couldn't help but cry one night when we talked about our children... I saw too many desperate people give up. But I know… even if it's just a little chance, a little bit is fine, and we're willing to do whatever we want. So, whatever it takes, I just want to be able to get my son back! ”

“I see. ”

Luo Qiu nodded, when the Guest said the original intent, the old sheepskin roll had slowly unfolded in front of her, what the old lady could afford, can match this requirement, only this old, lonely soul is left.

……

……

Pleasant violin sounds come from the small courtyard of the community's duplex room.

Even across fences and trees, the sound is undamaged. After dinner, Square practiced playing the piano in his own little yard.

Suddenly the phone rang, Fang Jiping put down the violin on his hand, looked at the incoming call and looked at the house sin again.

As usual, Fang is sitting on the couch looking at the newspaper.

Fang Jiping suddenly walked away from his usual gaze before taking the call and talking softly with the girl on the other side of the phone.

I've known him for a year, at a concert - not his audience, but a concert hall worker, a mediocre, but a girl who works for her life.

It was not supposed to intersect, but the string in Fang Jiping's heart was suddenly provoked. It's been more than six months since I've been hiding from my family and girls.

“Are you practicing again? ”

“Well, are you off duty yet? ”

“Just down! However, there is also a part-time convenience store. ”

“Didn't I tell you you didn't have to be so happy? ”

“This is no good! If you don't try harder, next month you won't have enough money to go to Belgium to watch your game! I'm gonna sit in your front row! ”

“I told you, I'll arrange it for you. ”

“It was agreed before! All you have to do is pay for my ticket, and I'll work on my own! Skip the topic, or I'll get angry! ”

“Okay…”

Square shook her head helplessly, looked at the sunny skies on summer nights, and said some interesting things to the girl, hoping she wouldn't get bored on the way.

……

Outside the fence.

With Luo Qiu's arm in his hand, Yang Ping could only see a human figure with the light of the room... seemed to be talking.

She has bad eyes and her ears have been able to hear more over the years.

The old lady grabbed Rochu's arm and grabbed his palm, “Is it really my son... is he, is he talking? ”

“Fang Jihei, 25 years old.” Rochu bluntly said: “Twenty years ago, Fang bought a child from someone else as usual...”