Trafford’s Trading Club

In front of the amusement center, Shenmi slowly failed to approach her son.

Why is he staring at this place? Sammy Yoo also looked along his gaze and looked at the sign that some places were no longer bright.

About a dozen or 20 years old? This place seems to be a generation of childhood memories.

Just with the urbanization process, with the emergence of more entertainment venues, with the development of more large mobile game theme parks, the process is long gone.

Its lights also seem to have become quite reasonably dim. Recruitment, in turn, has become more general.

This is where she first came to play with her son after coming to the city. The silent stare evoked Shen Mi's soothing memories… perhaps also her son's.

“Do you remember this place?” She gently walked over to her son.

But she didn't get the answer. He stood here quietly, his eyelids rarely even blinked, looking at the yellow sign... what would he think?

Shenmei suddenly had an impulse, and she grabbed her son's arm and walked him into the amusement center, which seemed to close at any moment.

Perhaps it will bring back more memories and even restore him to normal.

With such anticipation, she couldn't help but move faster.

The inside of the amusement center looks a little cooler than the outside. Most machines are shut down. At this time, only one basketball player stood in front of an old man who looked quite spiritual and skillfully refreshed the scores on the scorer.

The coin salesman seemed to be sleepy, facing such a cold voice - even when he came to business, he had no enthusiasm, the mechanical place was ready for the game coin, and after collecting the money, he continued to sleep.

Shen Mi Yong doesn't care about the coolness and bad attitude of the coin dealers here.

Instead, she felt a little happy… nobody noticed that it was actually a good thing for her. At least no one will notice anything unusual about her son.

Shen Mi slowly tried to remind her son of more things in front of a turtle-beating machine.

“Remember? This is the kind of game you played the first time you came here... well, although this machine wasn't the same as it was, remember? At that time, you were only playing for an hour. Why didn't you want to go? You were still making a scene. ”

But her son did not fail to respond, as if he had already heard, as if he had not heard at all.

But she's not discouraged. She grabbed the hammer in front of the machine and delivered it to her son. She also saw that her son had not grasped and that the hammer had fallen to the ground.

Sammy slowly picked it up again, and the hammer fell from her son's hand again.

Pick up, drop, pick up, drop.

Once again, Shen Mei's eyes were filled with perseverance and did not show any impatience.

She felt incredible. In recent years, as the business of the factory contracted back gradually went down on her knees, her temper also seemed to grow and gradually became impatient.

But now, when doing this repetitive, monotonous, boring, even painful thing, she's not dissatisfied with anything.

Finally, when her son learned to hold onto the hammer, Shen Mei slowly began to rejoice. She began to teach him how to hammer down and beat the flashing turtles.

For a moment, she looked very clumsy, and the score was naturally unbearable… it was just that she grabbed her son's hand and felt a happiness she hadn't experienced in a long time.

She recalled a long time ago... a long time ago, when her son was a child.

She was always tired of teaching him to walk over and over again, and she was always very patient in teaching him dental language - at that time, there was never a bit of irritability, even if he only learned to walk one step, even if he just learned to say an unclear word, enough to make her happy for half a day.

Until then, Shen Mei suddenly realized that that was the happiest time of her life.

The world's wealth, Wangzi Chenglong... when has she forgotten this initial, purest happiness?

When that day, when he came into the world, when his little palms opened slightly in front of her... why could she forget those things?

Sammy stopped her hand sometime... without her drive, her son's hand just stopped holding the hammer.

She blamed herself, madly guilty, and swallowed her mouth: “I shouldn't just care about business, I shouldn't force you to learn like this... I...”

After all, she couldn't go on, and the youngest part of her heart was as if it had been pierced by something, or stung in her throat, and they were all tingling.

Silent tears.

Suddenly her hand fell down, and the hammer struck one of the plastic turtles in the head —— that was her son's own hand.

But he still didn't speak, his eyes still stuck, he just moved like this... but it was simple as a mechanical move, but it was enough for Shen Mei to slow down like she saw the dawn, she couldn't help but look at this young face.

……

“Two Cokes, ten bucks. ”

“Here.”

Time passed quietly for over an hour in front of that old turtle knocking machine… even to the point where the playground was about to close.

Shen Mi's footsteps quickly went towards her son... even if she saw it from afar, she had a kind of satisfaction, the whole heart felt filled.

Why, over the years, have you forgotten this feeling?

But she quickly stopped -- in front of her, a woman in a black dress, walking toward her.

Sammy was relieved. If she remembered correctly, this woman should have met in front of the hotel once... but why is she here?

Shenmi lowered her head slowly and walked past each other, but the moment she walked, she heard the woman in the black dress.

She said, "Why don't you put him in the ground for peace? ”

Sammy slowly stopped and turned around in a panic - she was sure she never knew the woman, just once, but how did she know all this... what else did she know?

“You… who are you?” Shen Mei cautioned softly: “Have you been following me? ”

“It doesn't matter who I am, it matters to you. ”

The woman in black shook her head and said, "I don't know what you're doing to make him look like this. But do you feel really good about this? The deceased Rushua, why bother his peace? ”

“You know what!” Shenmei suddenly became excited.

He sighed: “I'm raising some kids, too. They even weigh more on me than on my life… I understand how it feels to be a mother. ”

“You understand... you understand. Then don't stop me! ”

“But you know, your son is full of corpses... and that's not a good thing for you. It's been a long time and you're going to have physical problems. ”

The woman in the black dress seemed a little intolerant, but went on: "Look, he could be a walker… it's a state you would never want to see. ”

Sammy looked at each other more vigilantly, “I don't know you! I don't know what you're talking about! Please don't bother me! I've lost him once, I can't let myself lose him again! Now that you understand a mother's mood, you should understand me! ”

“Why are humans always so stubborn? ”

She could only sigh, but quickly laughed herself bitterly: “But I'm not qualified to say anything about you... and I'm stubborn after death. I'll stay upstairs and knock on my door if you need anything. I hope there won't be a day like that. ”

“You... who the hell are you? ”

“Blackwater.” She whispered, “My name is Blackwater. ”

She hates humans, and she doesn't mean she agrees with humans here, she just moves herself to the point of being a mother.