Trafford’s Trading Club

“Mimi, I am today...”

“Mandy, I have something to do today. I have to go early. ”

“But we didn't have an appointment...”

“My mother came and picked me up. Goodbye...”

“Oh... okay. ”

When she was a kid, Feng Xiamang hung her hands on the shoulder strap of her schoolbag and lowered her head. She said to herself, "It's good to have parents to pick up people from school.

If it was a month ago, someone would be standing in front of the school waiting for themselves by now.

It's a rough hand, but it's also a big hand, always holding your little hand tight.

Feng Xiaman walks through the crowd, she needs to walk fast. But no matter how many pieces she walked, some of the voices could get into her ears.

“Tomorrow, don't talk to her, okay?” That's what parents say when they pick up and drop out of school.

“If she plays with you, you remember to say she's busy, you know? If she doesn't, you tell her!” Another parent who picks up and drops out of school talks to his own child the same way.

And... something like that, something worse.

“Don't play with murderer's kids, you're a good kid, that's a bad kid. ”

Yeah, there's always this, ugly saying.

She could only cover her ears so hard that she ran across the corner so fast… she escaped all of this.

……

“Xia Wan, Xia Wan?" Xia Wan? ”

“Ah, what's wrong? ”

Tao Xia looked at her fiancé unconsciously and as a college classmate in Los Angeles. Meet, interact, fall in love, and unknowingly walk into the hall of marriage.

“What's wrong? The designer is asking you a question.” Fiancé Zhou Zihao laughed: “People ask you how well this dress was designed. ”

“Oh... I'm sorry, I'm just a little distracted.” Tao Xia looked with regret at the designer with whom she spoke.

In her thirties, with her own family, there was also a little famous designer in the industry who gave an understanding smile, “It's okay, it's easy for a pre-nuptial girl to be in a trance. When I got married a few years ago, I was just as nervous and often distracted. At this time, Mr. Zhou must please your future wife well. ”

Zhou Zihao smiled heavily and looked at his fiancée with happiness and satisfaction.

The designer went on to say, "Miss Tao, at your request, I have three copies of the effect diagram of the dress, how do you feel? ”

Tao Xiaman looked at the blueprints on hand again, and she remembered that she was looking at the second of these blueprints, and suddenly she was distracted.

“Well… I would like to reconsider.” Tao Xia hesitated for a moment and suddenly said.

The designer stunned and said, "Miss Tao doesn't like this traditional Chinese wedding dress that conforms to the Western concept? ”

“No, it won't...” Tao Xia hurriedly waved: “It's beautiful, but I'd like to think about it. ”

“So…” the designer laughed: “Indeed, after all, it's a lifetime thing that needs to be considered. Well, Miss Tao, I'll change it later. What do you think? ”

“Thank you.” Tao Xia nodded.

Zhou Zihao quickly walked out of the store with Tao Xiamang's hand and headed toward the parking place. He suddenly asked softly, "What's wrong? You're not feeling well. ”

Tao Xia shook her head: “Probably because she just got back, it's not the right time for this one. ”

“Well, then rest.” Zhou Zihao didn't really want to… he didn't sleep well last night either.

Though I've been back for over a week.

While calling Tao Xiaman to open the door, Zhou Zihao said: "But ah, I thought you'd like this traditional dress. ”

“How can you say that?” Tao Xia asked curiously.

Zhou Zihao smiled. “Remember last Christmas? I saw you staring at a cheongsam in there, not walking through a clothing store that day. This designer was introduced to me by one of my brothers, so I told her to try it in Chinese first. I was going to surprise you. I didn't expect to upset you. ”

Tao Xiamang was a little moved and patted Zhou Zihao's hand: “I'm not upset. I like Chinese. Yes, it's just..."

“Just what? ”

“It's hard for a girl to meet a Chinese wedding dress that she really likes all her life.” Tao Xia shook her head: “I don't want to just...”

“Well... that makes sense.” Zhou Zihao nodded slowly, “well, there's still time, this can't be, let's find something else? By the way, when's Aunt and Uncle coming back? ”

“Maybe next week. ”

The car left slowly.

The old man also dared not speak until the car had completely left before choosing to come out. Old people have never been so excited in years.

The joy of seeing Summer and the unrecognizable restraint at the same time made him suffer.

But Feng finally took a look at the dress shop, which was still good for him.

Because my daughter is about to marry.

There's nothing better for a father than that.

……

Old Feng quickly took his hat and mask and left the place.

He doesn't know exactly how he got off that high wall.

The only thing he knew was that when he came back to God, he was already standing on this street.

Nor was he wearing prison clothes, but a simple set of casual clothes with some money in his pocket. Not much. Hundreds of dollars.

Then he saw the girl being pulled out of the car by the boy and walked into the dress shop... the moment he saw the girl, he knew that this was his daughter.

It's a natural feeling, no mistake.

Old Feng even found a note with an address in his pocket: Tao Xiamang's address.

He had learned from the employees of that welfare institution that the family name of the person who had adopted his daughter was Tao.

Old Feng only felt the most mysterious thing in the world... but even if it was just a dream, he was willing to end up here.

Don't want to wake up.

Perhaps he should treasure this time, go to Tao Xia Wan's residence and hide, and see more about this grown up daughter.

But after a long time, old Feng decided to go back to his house first.

That old house.

……

……

At night, Zhou Zihao calmed down after talking to Tao Xia Mang on the phone.

He loves this girl more than anything else of his own.

He tried everything he could to give her the best.

Despite the fact that this is a wedding party held here, mainly to deal with relatives and friends of both men and women who settle abroad after marriage.

Zhou Zihao is a little sleepless. Is it because of the jet lag? Second, I'm afraid it happened during the day.

Zhou Zihao began to wonder if there were any posts about dresses in the city.

Half an hour later, he didn't find what he wanted.

Zhou Zihao also held the idea of trying it out and put a question to himself: Where can I find an experienced and well-crafted Chinese cheongsam master?

Of course, he just tried, and he didn't think he'd get an answer any time soon.

Zhou Zihao smiled himself, then turned off the lamp at the end of the bed, intending to take a good rest... I didn't expect, suddenly there was a hint of information.

His post was actually replied to. Zhou Zihao hurriedly turned on the light and took a look.

An ID named LQ wrote this down: I heard there was a handicraft tailor over a decade ago who specializes in ordering cheongsams and other clothing. He lives at 33 Jihua Road 2nd Lane. I don't know if he's here yet, you can check it out.

“More than a decade ago?” Zhou Zihao stunned and thought about it. He climbed up and wrote down an address like this on a note.

……

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Zihao rubbed his eyes. Last night he seemed to sleep well. He felt full of spirit.

He glanced at the note he had written on the nightstand, thought about it, and called his fiancée.

“Hey, Nacchan, I have a few old classmates for dinner today, and I can't be with you this afternoon.” Zhou Zihao apologized: “It was just last night. I saw it too late, so I didn't bother you. ”

“Oh, it's okay. You haven't been back for a long time. You should see your old classmates. I have a report to catch up with, but I don't have time to go out today. Be careful on your way, especially if you're driving. This is a different lane than Los Angeles. ”

Zhou Zihao chatted a few more words and tidied himself up and drove out the door.

Target shown on the car navigation is 33 Jihua Road Lane 2.