Trafford’s Trading Club

The rehearsal for the Lady Zhang banquet is over, but the band has its own business.

Square Ping woke up as usual and saw the usual breakfast already in the living room.

Fang suddenly said as usual: “I have some business to attend to later. ”

Fang Jiping did not say anything and sat down quietly. The two silently finished this breakfast. The babysitter of this family has long been used to the occasions when the two fathers and sons don't talk much.

Indeed, a family has only fathers and sons, and there is always more time for silence.

When Fang Qiping went out, he looked unconsciously at his neighborhood... he didn't see the woman, but somehow, it always felt like she might be somewhere.

Fang Jiping was unable to keep himself in this place for too long, and rushed out of the community.

He had the urge not to go back to the band, and subconsciously, he went to a place where he could calm down, a famous theater in the city.

The door hasn't opened yet in the morning, but on many occasions, the guard outside the door knew this young violinist and smiled and let Square Ping in.

There's no one in the theater, but there's a girl setting the stage right now.

Fang Jiping quietly walked behind the girl and suddenly hugged the girl's waist from behind and held her in her arms. Suddenly someone attacked her, but the girl didn't panic. Qingxiu's face laughed, and she said, “Oh, my God, where's the wolf? I'm calling the police! ”

The girl's fingers look like a phone and stick them on her face, "Hey, demon spirit?! ”

Fang Jiping smiled and lowered his head on the girl's shoulder. He lowered his voice: “Xiao Man, I miss you. ”

Xiao Mann stopped playing, grabbed Fang Jiping's palm around himself and quietly let the man hug her, right on this stage.

After a while, Square Ping let go of the girl in her arms.

Xiao Mann turned around and lit a bit of Square Ping's nose: “Is that enough? If you're in a bad mood, I can rent your shoulders! ”

Fangji Pingguan smiled.

The two of them came and sat down in their seats under the stage and watched the stage. Fang Jiping suddenly grabbed Xiaoman's hand: “Are you tired? ”

“Fine.” Little Man slapped himself on the shoulder: “But it's ready for this afternoon! ”

Fang Jihei suddenly turned over the seat and came behind Xiaoman. He pressed his hands against her shoulder and squeezed them gently, "Relax. ”

But Xiaoman looked bitterly: “If the manager saw it, would you fire me? ”

Fang Jiping smiled: “Then I won't be playing in his theater after that. ”

Little Mann turned his head quickly and said, “That's no good! If you're not playing here, where am I going to get a free show? ”

“Okay, don't talk. Take a break. It won't be anybody. ”

Little Manton closed his eyes. Shortly afterwards, Manny picked up the backpack next to him. She took a wrinkled leaflet out of her backpack and also took out her phone.

Fong Jihei glanced at the leaflet, his hands stopped consciously and said, “What is this? ”

Little Mann didn't care either, typing on his phone: "Looking for people's leaflets. When I was working this morning, I saw a little brother downstairs posting something like this, and he said it was for someone, so I asked him to have one. Well, I'm going to send a circle of friends or something, see how much I can help. After 20 years of disappearance, the child's parents must have had a bad time. ”

Fang Jiping continued to start, but slowly said: "But did you ever think that it might have been the parents' fault that led to the child being abducted? ”

“Hmm...” Xiaoman winked: “But it's been 20 years? If you didn't intentionally sell your child, what mistake did you make, should you be punished? Besides, if you don't have a heart, you won't be looking for 20 years, will you? ”

Fang Jiping silenced at once.

Xiaoman looked up at Fang Jiping, but at this moment he patted Xiaoman on his shoulder: “I still have things to do... let's have dinner tonight. ”

“Okay ~”

……

……

As usual, shortly after Fang Qiping left the house, he also continued to leave the house. Instead of rushing out of the neighborhood, the famous conductor wandered around in the woods near his home.

His eyes seemed to be searching for something and his patience was good. Shortly afterwards, Fang stopped as usual, slightly squinting his eyes and looking at a shadow resting under the tree.

In fact, if it wasn't for hearing a slight cough, you wouldn't have noticed anybody here as usual.

As a conductor, he has a more sensitive ear than the average person.

“Who are you? ”

……

Suddenly, Yang Ping heard the sound coming from behind him. She's eating breakfast at the cellar. Yang Ping quickly wiped his mouth and stood up hastily: “I'm not lazy, it's not time to go to work. ”

“I'm not asking you that. I'm asking you, who are you?” The cleaner is measured up and down as usual.

When the car broke down last night, he seemed to see this guy when he probed out. Then later, when he followed Fang Jihei behind his back, he found out that he was looking for the whole person.

Full face cream, dark skin, slight hunchback. As usual, Fang recalled Fang Jiping's behavior last night, and there were some speculations in his mind.

“Me, I do this cleaning, sir.” Yang Ping lowered her head and she didn't dare look directly at the man with the majesty in his voice.

“I'm Ji Ping's father.” As usual, he spoke coldly.

Yang Ping suddenly raised her head, as if she was getting excited, but she quickly pressed down the excitement, squeaking: “This gentleman, I, I don't really understand what you're saying. ”

“What is that thing?” As usual, this moment suddenly points to a grey white cloth bag tied together with a garbage man.

Yang Ping suddenly panicked: “Nothing, just some clothes and groceries. ”

“Let me see.” As usual, Fang calmly said, but the move was quick. After Yang Ping did not react, he had walked over quickly and opened his cloth bag.

“Hey, you can't look! ”

But the old lady couldn't stop it. Her gaze was blurred, but she clearly saw that Fang had turned her cloth bag as usual. Her eyes were in a hurry to cry. “You can't look! ”

“I guess I'm right.” As usual, Fang sneered. He found a leaflet in his hand and looked at Yang Ping. “You are Ji Ping's real mother. I had no idea you could find this place for a billion people. ”

See that it has been revealed, Yang Ping can't help but say: “Mr. Fang, I... I just want to meet my son, I am not going to do anything. ”

“Didn't you already see that?” Fang faintly said: “What are you still doing here? ”

“I... I just want to see him.” Yang Ping lowered his head and the Phantom: “Look away at him. I know if he's happy or not. ”

Fang suddenly laughed, “Really? Don't you think that Ji Ping is living well now, thinking that his future life is safe, so he won't leave? ”

When Yang Pington was in a hurry, he bit his teeth slightly agitated: “Mr. Fang, how can you say that! ”

As usual, Fang snorted: “I asked about Shihei's childhood. I know you're a gambler, and I know exactly why your son was abducted. ”

Yang Ping grabbed his clothes for a moment. It was like a mountain in front of her, pressing her into a breathless sensation. She moved her lips and didn't know what she could say.

Fang continued his apathy: “Do you know how your son lived after he was taken away? I'm not afraid to tell you, then he was forced to beg on the streets by traffickers. You don't have to tell me what to do for money on the street, do you? You've been looking for a son for so long, haven't you seen how children are treated when they're forced to collect money? ”

“I, I don't know... I don't know...”

Yang Ping's waxy yellow face suddenly fluttered. She sat powerlessly on the grass, losing her soul and lowering her head. Large tears emerged from the cloudy eyeballs.

She cried countless * * * * nights, but never once, and this sorrow was almost dug out of her heart's tears.

When her son was abducted, she was heartbroken and blamed by her family. She left her hometown well, walked out of her home, walked through half of China with one leg, 20 years and months, * * * * nights, hours, never a day to be safe.

Now, how do you know what happened to Fang Jihei? The guilt and self-reproach that has been buried for 20 years is the snake that killed her.

“I'm not human! Damn it! I'm not human! Damn... I'm not human! ”

Yang Ping grabbed her face for a moment. These hands were already old and weak. She was working with all her strength. "I am not a human being!! My son... God, I deserve to die, but why are you doing this to my son! Jesus Christ... you're killing me... I deserve to die! ”

At this time.

Fang Rusheng grabbed Yang Ping's hand and said coldly: “No need to act, I've seen too many people like you! Didn't you just want the money? ”

He reached out and pulled out a checkbook from his clothes, quickly wrote down a series of numbers, pulled them out, still in Yang Ping's arms: “Fang Jiping is my son, it has nothing to do with you. There's two million here. Get out of here! Never come back! You better not lose this money, even if your son wasn't abducted and lived in that poor mountain place where you used to live, he won't make enough money for the rest of his life, enough for you to live in an old age! ”

Unexpectedly, Yang Ping suddenly became a spiritual person and shot the cheque in his arms like a snake. Her lips were beating constantly and her shoulders were weak, “I don't want... I don't want it, I just want my son... I'm sorry for him, I don't want this money... I deserve it...”

Fang suddenly frowned and sighed and drank: “Fang Jiping is important to me, I won't let you appear in front of him again. I don't care if you want to or not, if you don't want to disappear, don't blame me for being rude to you. ”

But Yang Ping seemed to be deaf at the moment.

Suddenly she cried and laughed. Suddenly she slammed her palms hard against the trunk of the tree, “What money do I bet... what money do I bet... you threw my son away, what do I want you to do! ”

A pair of old hands smashed wildly at the trunk of the tree, but only a few times the flesh peeled open.

Ten fingers is more connected than her inner pain at the moment. Until he was tired, Yang Ping leaned against the trunk and his hair drowned.

Her hands kept shaking. She suddenly seemed like she hadn't seen the way things were, “Tiger, where are you? Mom came to see you, Tiger, Tiger, Tiger...”

Fang looked at the woman without blinking, walking away like a corpse, one step at a time, he felt that the woman had gone mad.

“Tiger doll, where are you... Tiger doll, Mom bought you a popsicle stick, you one, I'm good... Tiger doll, tiger doll...”

The distant sound.