Trafford’s Trading Club

Square Ping has a habit of running late… starting six months ago, of course.

Of course, exercising is just an excuse, more to be able to talk to the girl you like for a little more time.

It's ridiculous to think that a lot of wealthy families dress up their daughters and marry into a better family.

However, Fang Jihei knows that it also applies to himself.

He knew from a very early age that his father was, as usual, a very greedy man. Fang, as usual, has been shaping his own name for decades... now he has it, but not enough profit.

As usual today, we intend to make him a famous violinist as our son, presumably in order to be able to reap a good marriage in the future.

What a snob.

However, Square Ping said to himself a long time ago… he didn't seem to be qualified to comment on anything as usual.

He had always found excuses for himself and had never had the courage to introduce the girl who had worked so hard to her family.

“Well, be careful, don't get too tired at work. ”

After hanging up with his girlfriend, Fang Jihei walked alone on the way to the neighborhood. He laughed at himself, but made a dark determination.

When his name is complete, be sure to bring the girl who is working so hard into your own family… you don't want to go on like a ripped puppet.

Knock, knock.

Suddenly, Fang Jiping heard some noises.

These voices are so familiar. He stopped for a moment and followed the sound buried deep in his memory.

Not far from his home, he found the source of the sound.

Beneath the street lights, there was a shadow of a rickety, supposed to be a big lady, like a waste-picker. Those thumping sounds came from a little drum of waves in the hands of the big lady.

The swinging wave drum sounded, letting Fang Ji calmly and consciously walk forward. Under the street lights, his gaze was almost drawn to the past by this drum.

In his memory, he had such a wave drum.

Fong Jihei looked back from his meditation and found that the woman with the wave drum was looking at herself blinkingly at the moment. The cloudy eyes were a little scary under the street lights at night, and his face was like a wrinkle that could hide the shadows, and he took a subconscious step back.

I only heard the old lady scream carefully at the moment: "Tiger doll. ”

Fang Qi's face changed slightly, and he had to say, “How do you know that name? ”

“Tiger doll!” The old lady suddenly took a step forward excitedly. She grabbed Fang Jihei's hand and sanded: “Tiger, it's me! I'm your mother! ”

Mother...

Suddenly, Fang Jiping was a spiritual spirit, and he suddenly pushed the old lady's palm off her arm. "I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“Tiger doll! I really must be your mother! Have you forgotten? When you were little, you loved eating the ice sticks sold at Muraguchi's shop. In the summer, you yelled to eat them... Again, you screamed and rolled on the ground, and the back of your head touched a rock, leaving a scar! Back of your head, touch it! Tiger, my mother has been looking for you for years, finally found you! ”

Fang Jiping suddenly took a deep breath and took another step back: “I don't know what you said, my name is not Tiger, nor do I know you... If you want to find your son, go somewhere else. ”

Fong Jihei turned around and walked away quickly.

The old lady behind him seemed nervous and anxious to follow him quickly. It's just that she was so sick that she couldn't walk very fast that she fell on the ground in a few steps.

When he heard the painful hum, Fang Qi turned back consciously... He looked at the old lady sitting on the ground, bit her teeth, walked over quickly, pulled out her wallet, took out all the cash inside and put it in her hands, "Go away, I'm not really your son. ”

Without waiting for the old lady to speak, Fang Jihei turned around and left quickly.

“Tiger! Tiger doll! Tiger doll...”

There was no stopping, only a cold street lamp accompanied her, as it had been for 20 years, sitting helplessly on the road again. The old lady lowered her head, held the wave drum in her hand and whispered.

……

“Drink water? Remember, you only had a little soup one night, and you never had a sip of water. ”

Under the street lights, Rochu unwrapped the bottle for the old lady and delivered it to her.

The old lady trembled and held the water bottle and didn't talk. She sat still like this. After a while, the old lady's mood seemed a little soothed. She raised her head and her sad face revealed a slight ugly smile: “Thank you, big brother, I really found my son! He's really a tiger. He didn't admit it. I know it was him. ”

“He didn't intend to admit you. ”

Rochu, who has been watching beside him, naturally looked at Fang Jihei's reaction.

"Big Brother, for so many years, I've been thinking about what I should say to my son if one day I were to find him. I think about it every night, I think about it when I eat, I think about it when it rains and I have a high fever, and I think about it when I dream about it... those kidnappers are being knifed a thousand times, but even worse, it's me. ”

The old lady cried out: “Tiger, he must hate me... that year, if I hadn't gambled, I wouldn't remember anything once I gambled, how could I have lost him? I remember that day, I stuck my head in a stall. I thought there was nothing wrong in my village. If I didn't like the trouble of children, I would leave him outside..."

“I know, he must hate me... such a small child has been abducted...” The old lady cried. “Damn! I deserve to die all these years! My heart, every day, is like being cut by a knife. He... How can I blame him if he doesn't recognize me! ”

Lochu glanced at the corner of the trail and someone flashed.

He knew that Fang Jihei had not gone far, but had just hidden.

I'm not going to break it, Rochu, but I'm going to lift her up from the ground. "Let's do this tonight, madam. I'll find you a place to rest. ”

Grandma was stunned: “Brother, why are you still helping me? I've found my son. ”

Lo Qiu bluntly said: "People have found it, hearts have not found it, our work is not complete. ”

……

……

Vice Editor Ren carried two boxes of beef noodles and radishes, as well as a few bottles of beer, and climbed the stairs of the old building.

Shortly afterwards, she rang the doorbell in front of a door: "Yea Yan, Yea Yan! Leaf! It's me. Open the door. I'll buy you a night snack. ”

It was after work that I suddenly remembered that Ye Yan was still squatting here to keep an eye on KingKong. Though I promised I wouldn't be interfering... but I thought this was a night snack, it was a comfort!

After pressing the door for a while, there was no response. Ren Ziling had to stand still: “Is this guy out? ”

Ren Ziling took the phone out.

I felt like I had gone away completely for nothing. It was a waste of emotion for any vice editor to lean against the door panel and plan to make a dozen leaf calls.

But it didn't occur to me that this leaned down, but the door suddenly opened. Unfortunately, Ren Ziling burst into the room.

- The phone you dialed has been turned off.

Listening to the silent sound of the phone, Ren Ziling rose up, rubbing the pain, touching the door switch and turning on the light.

“Is this... a war? ”

But seeing this indoor, at this time, the box is upside down, chaos, and all the equipment used for surveillance disappears.

Ren Ziling stunned, subconsciously reached out and pulled the door lock, the bullet lock fell loose from the door.

It was sabotaged!