Trafford’s Trading Club

Lao Feng remembers that the last time he took the lift, he had not yet caught up with the city's great development period, when the lift was far from the current advanced and quiet.

The 27th floor is not just a short distance away.

There was still time, and Old Von looked at the steel plate inside the elevator. It's smooth enough to blur out a person.

Even though he had finished his appearance over and over again when he went out, Feng could not help himself at this time. He looked at the blurred figure, organized his tie, and also tried to see better. Did his hair get messy?

He's never been so nervous at times.

When the lift came with a chirp, Old Feng took a deep breath, put on a mask that a normal pharmacy could buy, then helped himself to the newly bought glasses, walked to the door of a family, and pressed the doorbell.

He seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, very clear for a moment. His fist also held tight and relaxed, relaxed and continued to hold tight, unconsciously getting some moisture.

This little wait is like a time that is slowed down indefinitely —— until the moment the door finally opens.

“Ah, Master Chow, you're here. You're on time!” Zhou Zihao opened the door and looked at this teacher like, “Why are you wearing a mask? ”

Old Feng made his voice sound a little dull: “A little cold. But not in the way. ”

“Ziho, is the master here?” Tao Xiamang also appeared behind Zhou Zihao, and the girl smiled and looked at the teacher in front of her. She slightly missed her head and had a feeling that she couldn't tell.

“Don't just stand there. Come on in.” Zhou Zihao said directly at this time.

Tao Xiaman nodded, "Master Zhou, right? Have a seat and I'll make you a cup of tea. ”

“No, don't bother.” Old Feng softly said: “My throat is uncomfortable, I try to drink as little as possible today... I left after measuring the size. ”

Tao Xiamang didn't care either, he just smiled and greeted people in. Zhou Zihao pushed her back and walked along: “Me, it took me a long time to find this teacher. Don't make it difficult for me. ”

Tao Xia glanced at her fiancé.

She looked back at the teacher and found that he was staring at himself, and when his gaze met, he moved away and began to tidy the suitcase on his hand.

“It's been a long time since I've seen these old things.” Tao Xia was dragged into his memories as if he were in some kind of a trance.

“Right, it smells good.” Zhou Zihao laughed. “You don't know, there's more in the teacher's house. I feel like I'm reluctant to leave. Vintage flavor. ”

“Really? I'd like to see it sometime.” Tao Xia smiled.

At this time, Feng gently coughed a few times, holding a ruler for tailoring in his hand, and walked over with his head down: “Start tailoring. Turn around and I'll measure my height first. ”

Tao Xiaman turned around.

Old Feng slowly knelt down and put down one end of the ruler. He looked incredibly attentive, his fingers squeezing the scale on the ruler inch by inch, looking at its numbers at a glance.

Slowly write down, one number at a time, with special effort.

“Open your hands and measure your sleeves now. ”

Tao Xiaman opened her hands and looked at her fiancé and smiled. “You know what? This tailor-made feeling is amazing... By the way, Master Zhou, can you make it? A handmade dress. It won't take long, will it? ”

“We'll catch up, don't worry. ”

“That's hard for you.” Tao Xia Wan is a little thankful… she knows exactly how long it takes to make a purely handmade phoenix dress.

Though as a merchant, when faced with a customer's question, you must give such an answer. But for some reason, Tao Xiaman had a feeling that the teacher was more like a declaration than a promise.

It's strange... but it feels like it has.

Not for a while.

“I'll get the finished product out as soon as I can and bring you a place to try it on and make some modifications.” Old Von turned around silently, tidying up his tools and whispering.

Looking at this shadow, Tao Xia subconsciously said: "Master Zhou... have I seen you somewhere? ”

Old Feng's hand suddenly became stiff, but soon recovered from nature.

“This place is big, small, and I don't know if I've touched it before. ”

“Yes.” Tao Xia laughed and felt like she was asking a boring question.

But she couldn't bear to ask herself another question… subconsciously, it was almost an open question: “Master Zhou, how many years have you been a tailor? ”

“Decades. ”

“You... do you know a tailor? He also seems to make cheongsams for people, his name is Feng.” Tosha's had a long time, “I said, a long time ago. ”

“No.” Old Feng didn't turn back: “If you have an old tailor you know, why are you looking for me? ”

Tao Xiaman hurriedly waved: “Teacher, you misunderstood. I don't have a problem with you, I'm just asking... I love the manuscripts you draw, really! Besides, I don't think Master Feng has been a tailor for a long time. ”

“I'll do the template as soon as I can, and I'll let you know in advance if I hear anything. ”

Lao Feng packed his toolbox and left step by step without going back.

The road is as long as the road that comes.

……

“What's the matter? Not feeling well?”

Watching Xia Wang stay alone on the terrace looking at the city, Zhou Zihao gently hugged her from behind.

“Nothing, think about something.” Tao Xia spoke softly.

“Still thinking about Master Week? ”

“A little… somehow he makes a good finished product. ”

“Wouldn't it be, as the designer said before, that girls who are close to marriage are more neurotic?” Zhou Zihao pillows on Tao Xiamang's shoulder and asks: “I see you've been a little distracted these days. ”

“You're the one who's nervous.” Tao Xia shook her head and suddenly said: "Zihou... what would you do if I hid something from you? ”

“Hmm...” Zhou Zihao thought for a moment: “Is there anything else you're not telling me? Ever since we met, you've confessed that you were adopted by Uncle Tao. ”

“But you don't know what happened before I was adopted, do you? ”

“I'm not interested to know.” Zhou Zihao gave this answer: "Or, I'm not interested in knowing until you're willing to share it with me. Because..."

He rolled Tao Xia around and said softly, “I know it's my favorite Xia Wan standing in front of me, it's fine. ”

“Sweet words.” Tao Xia shook her head, but lowered her head and leaned against each other's chest, softly: “Give me some time...”

……

……

“Well, this old man's crafty. ”

Lady Maid is looking over the hanger, set of clothes already dusty... in this old house.

Of course, the owner of the old house itself was long gone.

Rochu is well aware of the nature of the night... in fact, she is a very picky type of food. In her long life, I'm afraid she has seen too many wonderful things, things that naturally come to light, and things that gradually become scarce over time.

“Then wear it.” Boss Lo suddenly said.

The maid turned around and looked at her master.

Rochu smiled. “The old man didn't come back so soon. He just wore it. It's no problem. ”

Unight picked a plain white plaid cheongsam and pulled open a simple curtain set here for the Guest to change.

Lochu started flipping things here, the clothes, the manuscripts, the shears put here, the sewing machines here... a shallow scratch on the corner of the wall.

The owner of the club slowly closed his eyes.

He can hear the laughter that used to sound here. He finally came to the wall and looked at the photograph attached to it.

Probably Old Feng's habit. Whenever he finishes a Guest's clothes, he always lets the Guest put on new clothes, leave a cut, and stick it here.

Photos have been yellow for a long time, but have also been re-wiped… they actually look extraordinarily clean as soon as they come in here.

Looking at it, Rochu reached out and gently took down a photograph attached to the wall.

He heard the curtain pulling at the same time, and he knew that Yunight was behind him... it would be beautiful, wouldn't it?

Just Boss Lo didn't look back, just looking at this photo of his hand and smiling gently.

“Master, is this?” The maid took a look and found the woman in the photograph to have a very nice smile.

It's a gentle woman.

“My mom. ”

“She's been here before," he said softly. This is what she wore when she married my father. I also have photos of them in my old house... turns out she did her wedding dress here too. ”