Trafford’s Trading Club

“Oleg, Oleg, Oleg. ”

Who... who is calling me.

Late in the winter, or in the morning?

Oleg looked familiarly and strangely at the shadows shaking in the shadows of the shadows of the lake, which, by the way, covered the branches and leaves with thick snow. They keep everything down, but they're hierarchical.

When he heard the call, his body could not help but walk in the direction of the source.

Oleg... Oleg... Oleg...

Remember, that's Kamala's voice.

“Kamala.” Oleg made his footsteps unknowingly fast… he started running, running at full speed - until he opened a bunch of snow-covered branches with his palms.

He saw where he was born, he saw the little lake in front of the village where he was born, and he seemed to see the past where he had played, as if... no, he saw, that familiar shadow, the long chestnut red hair scattered behind his back, the white dress so thin.

She's like a fairy in a lake.

Between them, Oleg suddenly developed a palpitation and his legs stepped on the snow, which quickly fell short of his calf. He was so strong, but here he seemed so clumsy.

“Kamala! ”

He finally came behind this shadow, wrapped his hands around each other's back, and exhausted his full strength to hold her in the arms of her body.

Oleg lowered his head and buried his nose completely in the woman's long hair, breathing hard, each bite appearing so greedy.

“Kamala! ”

Every sound, too, seems so gentle and unswerving.

The woman also lowered her head and put her face on the back of this man's broad hand, feeling the cold on the back of that hand. Soon, however, the cold warmed up.

“Oleg, I'm happy now. ”

“Me too. ”

……

……

“Kama...”

The gravity of the earth drowned Oleg's head, and the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself still in the park or sitting on this swing bench.

Dream on.

But it was a long defiant, thick dream that made him wash away the sad dreams in his heart.

Oleg looked at his palm subconsciously, and that touch seemed to haunt him. He lowered his head and kissed his back, laughing. “Goodbye, Kamala. ”

As soon as he took a deep breath, regained his mind and raised his head, he had a momentum to reinject into his body.

After two days and a night of fatigue, the body suddenly bursts with renewed strength. He stood up from the swing bench, still like a tower, tall.

Tall enough to block all Anton Lille's sights, tall enough to even lift this Moscow sky.

When Oleg walked completely in front of Antonio Lille, he raised his hand and hit Antonio Lille hard in the face.

The clap was so loud that Antoine Lille's small body could not bear it, and was instantly smashed to the ground.

“Stand up.” Olegem said with no expression.

Antoine Lille covered her face and quickly climbed up without a word.

“Hit me.” Oleg said suddenly.

Anton Lille hesitated for a moment, biting his teeth or squeezing his fist and punching Oleg in the stomach as hard as he could.

“Harder, harder! You haven't eaten in days?” Oleg snorted coldly.

Anton Lille backed off a dozen pieces, then drank loudly, then slammed hard... so that Oleg took a small step back.

Only Antoine Lille was bounced back to the ground.

He looked up at Oleg, at his father, who was still tall, and he heard Oleg slowly: "As a man, there's nothing wrong with being dissatisfied, you can say it, even if you fight with me. But choosing to run away from home is not a man's behavior! Do you understand? ”

Anton Lille nodded.

"I slapped you, and you slapped me," said Oleg. "We're even, you know? ”

“It's not fair! I can't hurt you at all!” Antoine muttered with dissatisfaction.

Oleg just had a smile, "Then grow up and wait for the day you can hurt me. ”

Anton Lille made a ghost face.

Oleg touched Antoine's head and shook his head: “How does it feel to run away from home? ”

“Awesome!! ”

Anton Lille wiped his nose and ran forward excitedly: "Dad! Let's race. Whoever runs home is slow. Whoever does the chores today! ”

But he had run out of the park -- on the sidewalk by the park -- and Anton Lille saw the shadow of the gradual departure and unconsciously stopped.

“I've outdone you, Antoine Lear! ”

That was the sound of Oleg walking in front and behind... Antonel ran two steps and quickly turned around to catch up with Oleg hard in front.

……

“Why this time...”

“Well, consider it your honest reward... but your love has been sold to me and there is no way to get it back... but someone has given you an encounter. In your future life, you will meet a girl you truly love, but whether or not she can be your wife can only be pioneered by yourself. Maybe it's a failure, maybe it's a success. Remember, you only get one chance. ”

“Who gave it to me? Big brother, big brother, big brother...”

……

……

The fountain in front of the Petrov Theatre.

A woman with long chestnut hair and a white dress was standing next to the fountain, bowing her head and praying with piety.

“Sorry to keep you waiting so long at the end.” The woman looked at the edge of the fountain and waited a long time for Rochu to apologize, she said.

Lochu looked at the colorful world in front of him and shook his head: “It's okay, I want to thank you, too, for showing me so many colors. ”

“Color?” Camara revealed a puzzling look.

After a while, Rochu shook his head: “Nothing, it's just some of my interests. ”

Kamala was stunned, and a very light feeling suddenly filled her body - she had no entity, but it was as real as having one.

Her spirit began to rise slowly.

Suddenly.

The man dragged the child's hand to the other side of the fountain.

“Didn't you want to run home? What am I doing here? ”

“Antoine, if one day you meet the girl you love, you must bring her here. Whatever happens, don't miss it, okay? ”

“Well… although I don't like to watch ballet. ”

“Pray, your mother may hear. ”

“Okay.” Antoine Lille closed her eyes and put her hands together 10... suddenly Antoine Lille opened her eyes and looked at Oleg: “Dad, I think I heard Mom! ”

Oleg laughed, always wondering if he had to pray every time he came here.

Even though I didn't believe it, Oleg knelt down and said, "What did you hear? ”

"Thank you," said Antonel. ”

Oleg glanced around, “Thank you...”

……

“Thank you, thank you, at the end of the day let me see...”

Kamala's figure slowly climbed halfway up into the sky, and tears slipped down as her voice echoed in a world outside of humanity.

Behind her, a pair of white wings suddenly opened and a brilliant glow erupted - it faded away all the darkness and it gave everything its original colour.

The entire front and rear of the theater, the nearby streets, are full of colors, and Lochu is like a colorful banquet.

Lo Qiu suddenly stood up and looked obsessively at the colourful world brought about by the glow of light. He raised his hands as if they were embracing.

“It's so beautiful... it's so, so beautiful. ”

Kamala's figure gradually turned into a light sphere, slowly descending and eventually falling between Lochu's hands.

“Unexpectedly, Miss Kamala's soul is an angel. No wonder the value is so high..." Lady Maid stood behind the boss with a face of praise and a little surprise.

“Angel? ”

Lochu shook his head and couldn't help turning the light ball between his hands together, "Whatever it is, it's enough for me to see the color. ”

……

Happy glass.