Trafford’s Trading Club

Now that Shi Shijie has seen Lochu, it is not difficult to remember him.

After serving Zhang Jia for decades and rolling over twenty thoughts in the mall, he naturally cultivated a set of recognizing kung fu to the point of pure green furnace fire.

Besides, this is the only classmate in the Zhang family's only blood class.

Actually, it doesn't sound good. How can an old lady just let her granddaughter go to school all the time? Not only is confidential kung fu extraordinarily sufficient, but even some people at school are investigating early enough.

Shi Shijie thought with interest that Zhang Yuanrui would have spoken of the classmate in front of the old lady during the past two years, but she did not know that the old lady had actually investigated the classmate's case well.

You can't blame Zhang Lei Lanfang for doing these things behind his back. Zhang Li Lanfang, claiming to be his wife, is essentially an elderly person. After so many years of rain and rain, she is an orphan widow. How can she land her roots in this place if she has not maintained her mind when she was a Miss Li Jia at this young age?

In the eyes of the old lady, this classmate, even if she has not seen it, can be included among those who are innocent, so even if her granddaughter occasionally mentions having such a classmate, Zhang Li Lanfang doesn't say much.

Zhang Yuanrui once commented in front of the old lady that this classmate in her class was a rare quiet person.

There are many criteria for evaluating a person, smart, kind, forward, ambitious, gentle, etc., but the word 'quiet’ is used specifically, so Zhang Li Lanfang is relieved.

……

“Miss, you invited Mr. Lo too.” Shi Shijie recognized someone and smiled directly and proactively.

His intentions were actually good... but obviously good intentions did something that seemed bad to Cheung Rui. It's just that Zhang Furui can only be helpless: “Kind of...”

Who knows what this unusual ‘classmate' would do if he said no?

Don't you see this guy calling out to ghosts to wash away his memories and understate them?

It's mysterious, okay?

“Now that you're here, come in.” Shi Shijie looked at Lochu politely: “Mr. Lo, the last time I really bothered you, I'll have a nice drink with you later as compensation. ”

Hmm... making this general manager of the Zhang family consortium so polite is probably the dream of countless people.

It's just that the status of society, the wealth, is less valuable to the owners of the club than a leather ball with a story, but Rochu doesn't intend to push away the goodwill of others.

You show up, you enter the arena —— it's a famous venue.

Heard that hearing is one thing, and feeling it in person is another.

“You haven't told me... what exactly did you let that girl in for?” Miss Zhang lowered her voice around Rochu this time.

This birthday banquet cost her a lot of thought, and now she just wants it not to get screwed up until she knows what's going on.

God knows what this guy who comes and goes in the Ulaanbaatar Palace is planning in the back?

“There may be some minor problems.” Lochu glanced at the crowd and suddenly said: "But don't worry, I'll send your grandmother a gift as compensation. ”

“Small, small condition? ”

"You better not be too close to me," said Rochu softly. "The longer it takes, the more people will see me. ”

Zhang Yuanrui glanced at Rochu: “You're a good man, who can't see? ”

It took Rochu some time to figure out for himself what he was not in the mood to explain to her, “You left me. Your grandmother looked over, you go. ”

“Okay, okay. ”

With a slight hesitation, Zhang Furui could only listen to Lo Qiu for the time being. However, Zhang Jia himself did not feel so relieved and walked to his grandmother's path, frequently turning back.

But even if not everyone noticed it, someone noticed it.

Who is this young man? How dare you come in with Miss Zhang and Shi Shijie?

Miss Zhang frequently turns back... like a little girl, like a lover?

Huh... where are the people? Looks like he was still here. Why didn't he just disappear?

“Young master, that should be Miss Zhang's friend, last time we saw him in Ancient Moon Jade.” Cheng Yun suddenly said softly in the dusty ear of the clock.

After a glance at the clock, the grandfather, who had similarly noticed the scene, made a quiet gesture and didn't say anything, as if there was no wave in his heart.

Zhang Li Lanfang also watched his granddaughter come at this time.

Lady Zhang grabbed her granddaughter's palm and smiled slightly: “Won't you introduce me to your friends? ”

Zhang Yu Rui was reluctant to expose her elderly grandmother to such heinous thoughts, and then said: "He… he is shy. ”

I hope Rochu didn't hear you... she sneaked a subconscious glance, but at this time she didn't see Rochu's figure... she saw the back of the girl who was put in, and she was walking towards the orchestra.

The young violinist in the orchestra came out of nowhere —— well, just in time for a midfield break.

Watching Zhang Furui's little move, Zhang Li Lanfang suddenly said: “Wait for the first dance, you can dance with me. ”

“Okay.” Zhang Wanrui nodded.

This is the last step before the toast.

……

……

Just stopped to collect Fang Jiping saw Xiao Man appear in front of himself, very surprised... just seems a little unhappy with the usual look.

Fang Ji Pingzheng loved this girl, but never dared to mention it as usual. However, Xiaoman is here, and Fang Jihei can't bear to pretend he doesn't know each other. He pressed under the pressure of his usual eyes, and at this point, he pulled out the little manla, which was a small room in the ballroom for the tableware.

“Little Man? What are you doing here?” Fang Jiping grabbed Xiaoman's hands and asked with a smile.

Seeing as the square was obviously happy because of his arrival, Xiaoman subconsciously sweetened a smile, but his face quickly became more serious.

Little Man moved his lips and shouted coldly: “Tiger...”

The joy of singling out his girlfriend because of her appearance seemed to solidify at this moment, and he almost instinctively let go of his girlfriend's hands, but soon pretended not to know: “What did you just say? ”

“Indeed...”

Looking at Fang Ji Ping's reaction at this moment, Xiao Man opened his mouth and carefully measured Fang Ji Ping, “Ji Ping... look at this first. ”

“But you have to calm down.” Xiao Man took a deep breath, took out his phone, tapped the video of a strange public account in that circle of friends, and placed it in Square Ping's hands.

- Where's your son?

It was clear enough to fully recognize the footage of the two people in the video... the scream that tore their lungs apart, crossed the fence, and eventually fell into the water and struggled with pain in the water.

And that... ruthless man.

Square Ping's palms trembled pointlessly, as did the video images in front of him.

“I don't know who filmed it, but the guy in here should be your dad, right?” Little Man hesitated, "I said yesterday when I ran into a drowning bitch. Looks like this is the guy in the video. Yang Ping... Ji Ping, you, you know? ”

The phone fell silently from Square Ping's hands on the floor, and suddenly his eyes became slightly red.

Just as Xiaoman was going to pick up his phone, he suddenly broke in here, picked up his phone faster, and tapped on the video again.

His face suddenly panicked, “How... how... who took the picture...”

As usual!

……

He looked at Fang Jihei's face and looked at a girl he had never seen before to make Fang Jihei leap forward. There were already some speculations in his mind. There was some anger in Fang Ji's heart about her quietly hiding herself from such an ordinary girl.

Or… an uneasiness beyond its control.

Fang followed, hid outside the door and listened quietly to the two of them... but heard the conversation that made his hands and feet freeze, and the sound of the video was hidden.

Nearly at all costs, he was eager to prove what exactly was that video content that frightened him and left him instantly in extreme distress - he exposed himself.

“You... you lied to me.” Fang Jiping raised his head and looked at the disturbed man in front of him.

Fang is busy trying to say what... what can he say? This video is as iron proof as any.

“You lied to me!!!!” Fang Jiping suddenly went mad. He grabbed Fang's usual collar with his hands and pushed him to the wall. "You lied to me!! What did you tell me? You said she asked for your money and then left... but you actually, you... how could you do this to her!! You... how can you do this! You animal!! ”

Never before have I seen Fang Jiping so violent, that anger as if he could swallow himself up at any time, Fang more panicked as usual: “Jiping, listen to me first... I am, I am only doing this at a moment of confusion. ”

“Temporarily confused... temporarily confused?” Fang Jiping is furious: “That's human life! How can you be so easy... you bastard!! ”

He grabbed Fang as usual and looked out.

“You… what are you going to do?” As usual, they were frightened.

“You killed someone intentionally… I won't let you go! ”

Fang Feared as usual: “Don't... Ji Ping! If you don't look at Buddha's face, at least remember who rescued you from the traffickers. Have I ever done anything wrong to you in the last 20 years? I, I'm really just confused, I'm afraid this woman will take you away from me...”

Fang Jiping smiled coldly: "That sounds good. You're just afraid to let the Wu family know about your obscenity! ”

Fang knew as usual that once he was pulled out of this door by Fang Jiping, everything would inevitably lead to the worst end. He could not continue to beg: “Jiping, listen to me first... I know I really did wrong this time. But I can make it up to you! How about this? I will kneel in front of Yang Ping and admit mistakes. We will take care of her alive. I promise there will be no more minor moves! Think about it. What good would it do you if you stabbed it through? The Wu family won't let me go. Will they let you go too? Think about it, I'm wrong, we support Yang Ping together, you're still my son, you can walk further on the violinist road... this girl, if you like, marry me? Everything can be better. ”

Hearing this, Xiaoman couldn't help but be angry: “How can you be so shameless! ”

Fang, as usual, knelt on his knees and cried in agony: "For the past 20 years, you have given me at least one chance to make a difference... I beg you, at least after today, you have made me confess guilt in front of your mother, please! If your mother really doesn't forgive me, then... then take me to the police station! I know it's wrong. I really need to know it's wrong! ”

Looking at the way he was constantly kowtowing on the ground, Fang Jiping became a little sad, and he subconsciously looked at Xiaoman.

But Xiao Mann looked at Fang Jiping with complexity, helpless: “Take your idea...”

“After the banquet, you have to follow me to the hospital! Give me a clear account of what you did!” Fang Qiping bit and lifted Fang up as usual with one hand. The divine color became a little apathetic, "for 20 years you raised me. ”

“All right, all right.” Nor is it possible, as usual, to compare the change in status between the two.

He just wondered how long it would take, and as long as Square Ping wasn't impulsive, there would be an opportunity - he was too aware of Square Ping's tender character.

……

“I'll come with you as soon as I'm done playing the dance. ”

Out of this tea room, I was afraid that Fang Qiping would suddenly change the doctrine, as usual, once again promised. The irritable square did not respond.

Little Man didn't say a word either.

Fang Qi smoothed out his clothes and the banquet master was announcing the next dance.

“… on this glorious evening, our famous conductor, Mr. Fong Rushuang, will carry his band to present Lady Zhang with her song Edgar's" Love's Greetings "! Applause, please! ”

Applause like thunder.

At this moment, however, the lights were completely dimmed, and in the huge ballroom, only a bunch of shooting lights fell, but they landed on a corner of the piano.

I don't know when the piano changed its position, but at this moment I'm totally turning my back on everyone, and I seem to be sitting there with someone.

It's just the top cover of the piano, but it totally blocks the look of the person. In the dark, under magnesium lights, the piano is in a particularly eye-catching position.

Playing has begun, with a few notes slowly flowing out, a young and powerful voice slowly sounding through the venue's audio equipment.

“A special show, a little bit of time.” The piano player said softly, "A little story. ”

Since it's a special show... is that arranged by the banquet owner?

Everyone listens quietly… although the piano sounds slightly astringent to those who know how to walk.

Zhang Li Lanfang glanced at his granddaughter and said softly: “What have you arranged for me? ”

Zhang Yuanrui... is this show planned for Miss Zhang? She just listened so well to who the owner of this voice was.

Just as she was going to say something, hoping to recover it, after a heavy note, the person playing the piano started talking again.

“In a quiet little village, the woman's husband had long since left her. He said he went out to work, and then nobody came back. Shortly afterwards, the woman heard that the man had a new home outside and had children. The woman didn't know if her husband would ever come back, but the woman knew that she had been cut off from her husband. ”

The sound of the violin spins gently, like a whispering conversation.

“She's been out searching for a long time. Finally, she returned desperately to the quiet little village where she lived. Women look at their children, very small children. Child tiger head, tiger brain, with particularly beautiful eyes. The woman's mother's family persuaded her to remarry, but on condition that she could not bear the child. She gave up, and she was going to raise the child alone. ”

Music sounds a little faster.

“She alone has taken on all the work, whether it be farm work, whether it be family planning, and life, though difficult, has passed day after day. When a woman thought she had raised her child like this, the uncertainty of fate tortured her again. Her child, the one under three years of age, was seriously ill. For her, the burden was totally unbearable, and she asked the neighboring townspeople to borrow money and to do everything in their power to get enough money to enable her child to survive the evil. The woman later made a decision she regretted her whole life. ”

The piano suddenly slowed down.

“The village was actually not quiet. I don't know when it started, but a few outsiders came from the village. They did gambling business in the village. The square dice, six different points, one, two, three, four, five, six, these points, like infinite magic. They allow people to earn more than a year overnight; they, too, cause people to lose an entire year overnight… They seem to be the last hope for this woman. ”

Along with the sound of the piano, some people held their breath, as if they could have foreseen this woman walking in with hope but walking out with greater despair... After all, too much of this has happened.

People here, they've heard of it, but they've never experienced it. They suddenly felt that, in this environment accompanied by the sound of the violin, there was a sense of security across the glass when they heard such stories.

“The game, the woman succeeded. Unexpectedly, she got enough money to cure her child in this game. Soon after, the woman's child, again, appeared healthy in front of her, but life didn't seem to get any better as a result. ”

Turn softly to lowly again.

“A woman doesn't know when to start, or maybe because of her first attempt, she got a thing called gambling addiction. The money came too fast, and the woman felt that her past misery, past labor, was like a joke. Every time, every time, when she walks into the gambling room, she has hope. Every time, every time, when she walked out of the gambling room, there was no smile on her face. ”

Suddenly rapidly.

“Suddenly, one day, women began to win against each other for a long time. She was even more excited, she was so excited that she forgot that the child was out there playing alone... no, the woman always remembered her son. She remembers every word she said to her son. She promised to take him to town for a leather show when he was rich and to take him to a restaurant in town for a big meal. It was getting cold and she figured that the money on hand could add a new cotton padded jacket to the child. When the child is older, she thinks that she can send the child to school. She even dreamed of having a TV set up at home for a day, watching the baby at night and sleeping. She wanted a refrigerator with lots and lots of ice sticks, summer solstice nights, and two of her own kids sitting in front of the door, one of you, one of me, watching the sunset. She thought a lot, but what she didn't think was that she hadn't seen her son since that day. On that day, there was another strange man in the village, who did some abduction and trafficking. So the child disappeared from this little village. ”

“The child was taken away and the woman regretted it. She blamed herself, she thought softly, she even hated herself, she had hung herself up, but was saved. She survived, wanted to see her child, which year it snowed heavily, and after the new year, the woman quietly carried a cloth bag and, amidst the whipping, left the small village. When she left, she walked for 20 years… Finally, the woman found her own child. ”

The story suddenly enters an endless place, but the audience feels uncomfortable.

However, the story continues, and the music continues unabated.

“The child was taken away that day and taken far away by traffickers. He saw many children, like him, brought from elsewhere. Boys and girls, some with broken legs and some with broken hands, like these children, are forced to collect money on the streets. I don't know when the child started resenting women. He blames him for ignoring her, and he blames her for only knowing in that sinful casino. He carefully hid the drums of waves that a woman had given him, and loved and hated them. ”

“One day, a man bought a child back from a trafficker. The man educated the child very well and even made him a great performer. Twenty years ago, this kid had grown up, he had a girl he liked, he had a career he loved, he seemed to have a good, good life. And at this time, he saw the woman who lost him. ”

“He grew up, but the resentment hidden in his heart could not be dispelled. He doesn't know what to do with this woman. At this point, lying in front of this child, there is actually a choice. The man who adopted him said," If you choose your former mother, you will lose everything. "But the man also promised the child that if he didn't say it, he would be able to enjoy everything. He could even quietly adopt his mother. Yes, quietly. ”

The young man who played the piano was silenced here, only his fingertips grew more skilful, “When the story got here, I didn't know how it ended. All I know is that women didn't hear their children at the casino. Twenty years later, on the stage of spreading their wings, they didn't hear a woman's voice. How could it be similar... Richard? Clyderman, The Concerto of Love, I hope you like it. ”

……

The sound stopped, the performance stopped, the scene was quiet, as if it had been brought into an old black and white movie, and no one seemed willing to talk about breaking this silence first.

Only the season in the corner was full of tears at this time. He looked at the piano and swallowed: “I… am the child. ”

PS: Another big chapter of randomness, one later.