Trafford’s Trading Club

The orchestra was missing two people at once.

But they're all very experienced players. Although Fang Jiping disappeared and Fang suddenly disappeared as usual, the orchestra people discussed it and continued to complete the next performance.

Of course, this is what Miss Zhang Rui Zhang asked for - there's no way to find a replacement band at once, is there?

Besides, on such occasions, the next thing you know, if you can only play music by audio, it's too easy.

The next step is to dance.

It's a western banquet, and the first dance of course comes from the owner's house.

Zhang Yu Rui came to Lady Zhang... Zhang Jia did not have a man, such a pairing was somewhat odd, so Zhang Yu Rui also put on a special tuxedo for men.

Guests consciously plotted out a circular space that allowed the two to step on the rhythm slowly.

Outside the crowd, once again, the owner of the club, caught in a perception disorder, quietly grabbed a glass of fresh water... It's a long story, the whole story goes down, it's actually dry.

“Master, Fang let Wu Qiubin take it with him in the parking lot as usual. ”

Lo Qiu nodded, and suddenly he looked at Black Soul 9, and his heart moved: “I just told you to give Grandma Zhang Furui a gift. ”

Black Soul 9 was stunned, he didn't know what his new owner was talking about at this time.

But Lochu hit a finger lightly at the moment.

Black Soul 9 in a black robe gradually faded away the black smoke from the body and wore a black and white tuxedo, which was fully exposed.

The hair even combed up a big back without a scratch.

This is a young but not a handsome face, just a little pale. Looking at the insoluble look of Black Soul 9, Rochu did not speak.

He only took a white napkin from the side, folded it against his hand, folded it, and then slowly stuffed it in the pocket in the chest of the gown No. 9.

Luo Qiu smiled and patted his pockets, making the place a little neater. “Go and dance with Zhang Li Lanfang. Kind of a gift I gave her... but you can't talk. ”

Blacksoul 9, vaguely, he thinks this new master's commandment has some connotations that he can't think of.

But... do you want to dance with Zhang Lei Lanfang on that dance floor?

Why… is there a rush to leap?

He walked slowly in the crowd and couldn't see the surprise of his surroundings. Just in a swirling motion, he quietly replaced Zhang Yu Rui, and instantly appeared in front of Zhang Li Lanfang.

Just finished a spinning Zhang Tianrui, who suddenly looked at an extra person and interrupted her next steps.

Anyone who is so uninteresting walks out at this time —— even if there is a courtesy of exchanging partners at a Western dance, obviously not in this first dance.

Unexpectedly, her grandmother, at this moment, staring at the young man who had come out, suddenly blurred her eyes.

Without speaking, Black Soul 9 just gently picked up Zhang Li Lanfang's palm and approached him.

Subconsciously, Lady Zhang did not even resist, but followed each other's footsteps, slowly walking in this dance floor.

There's not much to look at.

What kind of emotion is that? Zhang Chuanrui has not seen it on her grandmother... dementia? Or what?

She suddenly had the feeling that she couldn't fit into the dance of this man and her grandmother, and she even felt that, at this moment, all the people who existed here seemed to be redundant.

No talking.

Black Soul 9 and Zhang Li Lanfang just looked at each other so silently that they never left each other for a moment... until one waltz had finished playing.

The other song went on to ring at this time.

The first dance is over, followed by everyone's dance. Guests came to their dance steps and began to spin into the dance floor.

Immersed in an unforgettable touch, Zhang Li Lanfang momentarily seemed to return decades ago, when she was still young and young.

However... I don't know when she's gone.

Like a dream, this dance is over.

The old lady suddenly lost her sight and looked around, but there was no way to find this man who had broken in.

“Grandma...”

Zhang Yuanrui came to Zhang Li Lanfang, “That was...”

Zhang Li Lanfang shook his head subconsciously and looked complicated, but said to himself: “Perhaps this is the best birthday present I have received today. ”

I'll give your grandmother a gift as a little compensation.

Subconsciously, Miss Zhang remembered the mysterious classmate who had spoken randomly.

Could it be...

……

……

Fang Jiping rushed all the way to the hospital, accompanied by his girlfriend Xiaoman.

Perhaps frightened, standing outside the hospital, Fang Jiping had a hesitation not to go in. Xiao Mann grabbed Fang Jihei's palm at this time and said: “When you are in the room, so many people dare to tell you who you are, don't you dare come here and go in? ”

Fang Jiping smiled and took a deep breath. He took Xiaoman's hand and walked into the hospital.

But when they came to the general ward, Fang Jiping and Xiaoman did not see Yang Ping, who was originally in the hospital bed. Not only did Yang Ping disappear, but the cloth bag also disappeared.

“How did this happen... when I left, people were still here, not waking up.” Little Man looked around in panic.

Fang Jiping saw a nurse outside the corridor who was going to come in to see her. She hurried up and asked, "Girl, I want to ask, what about the lady in the hospital bed? ”

“Huh? I was there when I first went out? Where have you been?” The nurse was also confused.

At this point, a child lying on the side of the hospital bed, reading the book, suddenly said: “The old lady just woke up and said she was going to find his son and went out on her own. ”

“This…” Fang Jiping looked at his girlfriend unconsciously.

Xiao Mann hurriedly grabbed Fang Jihei's palm and said: "I don't think it's far yet, let's split up and look! ”

……

No, the hospital didn't.

Nor outside the hospital.

Without purpose in the crowd, the sweat poured down his head, Fang Jiping and Xiaoman were still unable to hear Yang Ping's whereabouts.

“She's not well by herself... where can she go?” Fang Jiping knocked on the trunk on the side of the road and was in a hurry.

“Selling ice sticks, delicious old ice sticks ~ Selling ice sticks, delicious old ice sticks... Sir, miss, would you like some ice sticks? ”

A little brother with a duck tongue hat and a little thermos box was screaming all the way to Fang Jiping and Xiaoman.

Where's Fang Jihei in the mood for an old popsicle?

He was anxious to chase this little brother away, but suddenly he moved, “Give me two... But Brother, let me ask you something, you haven't seen a big girl, should she be wearing patient clothes? Slim and a bit hunchy. ”

“Yes! Just bought me two popsicles. ”

“Where is it?” Square grabbed Xiao's hands and asked excitedly.

The little brother pointed to the front: “Well, I just met him in the front corner, I don't know if he's gone far. ”

“Thanks!”

After saying this, Fang Jiping quickly ran in the direction pointed by Xiao. "Sir, you haven't got any change yet! ”

“No!” Xiao Mann hastily followed him, then turned back and looked at this ice-cruster brother.

Suddenly she stopped and hesitated. Looking at the guy selling ice cream sticks, she frowned: "Sir, have I seen you anywhere? ”

“Did you?” The man selling the ice stick pressed the strapped duck tongue cap and smiled softly: “I don't think so... Ah, the gentleman went away. ”

Little Man looked back, really.

“Reminds me... this looks like the little brother who posted the flyers downstairs yesterday?” She hurried to turn around and take a look. "Where are the people? ”

……

……

The old lady just sat under the tree, and there was a office building nearby, and there was no one there.

Quiet, quiet.

When Fang Jiping arrived, he saw Yang Ping lowering his head at this time, holding the old and worn cloth bag and gently touching it, seemed to be saying something.

Step by step, he walked to Yang Ping.

I heard what Yang Ping was saying.

Actually, it's not a word. It's just an old song. Many women in the former mountain village used to sing small tunes to keep their children asleep.

She seemed to see no one immersed in her world, just like she was in front of her. Gently shake the cloth bag on your hand, then remove the small wave from your arms and shake gently.

“Tiger doll, go to sleep, mother tiger doll, good boy...”

As Yang Ping looked down and kissed him on the cloth bag, Fang Jiping instantly blushed.

He squatted on the floor, his hands trembling to grab Yang Ping's palm, deeply affixed to his face, and swallowed too much to speak.

Yang Ping also seemed not to see, the little song in his mouth was not interrupted.

Obsessed.

“You don't recognize me...” Fang Jiping raised his head and said with difficulty.

The old lady seemed to stop, crooked her head. She suddenly looked at Fang Jiping, as if she was hesitant. Finally, she pulled an old ice stick out of her arms that hadn't been opened yet. “Don't cry, child. May I buy you an ice stick? But I can only eat one, and one more I'm leaving to my tiger doll. ”

It's long melted and wet.

Reaching for the ice stick, he knelt down, hugged it, Fang Jiping lowered his head, the whole child curled up, his head on the ground masonry, screaming in pain.

Speak up.

“Mother!”

“Kid, don't cry. ”

Yang Ping reached out his hand and touched Fang Jihei's head at once. It was as gentle as touching a cloth bag in his arms. Somehow, she had a smile on her face.

It's just that she's singing a little song in the mountains again, touching Fang Jihei's head, touching the cloth bag in her arms, like it belongs in her world, and now there's one more person.

Twenty years of wind and rain, Qiu 'er, the kid goes home.