Trafford’s Trading Club

I don't know when the knife grinding noodles that Lochu called from the street hall had been eaten up.

Old Feng has probably been immersed in the smell of memories.

The smell of the knife, the smell of the story in his mouth.

The city's hua lanterns have long been like dominoes, from the beginning of one or two, to the city's lights, five lights and ten colors.

Old Feng is almost finished talking about the drip between him and the woman who brought the child to make the clothes. He drank all the last drop of soup in the packing bowl.

Then calm down.

And finally, he said, "Later, the day he caught me, it was the day the lady's clothes were finished. Interestingly, I only met the officer twice before and after. For the first time, he came up with his wife. And the second time, it was the day of receipt, the day of my arrest. ”

Lo Qiu has gradually pulled himself out of the story in the old Feng mouth... the little drip in the old man's mouth is enough for him to repeat these drip pictures in the living room of this old house.

“Do you think the officer suspected you even the first time he saw you? ”

Old Feng smiled and shook his head: “Who knows? Maybe you're right, maybe he found out a long time ago, just to get me to finish this dress. Perhaps he inadvertently discovered that that's why the investigation took evidence and acted only with results, just on the day when it was done... but whatever it was for, it was good for me. ”

Lochu nodded with a thought.

But old Feng's intentions were not exhausted: “Because, after all, I am a sinner. These extra hours have been a gift to me...”

That's not like being wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly completing this dress on hand once, it's custom-made, and the natural construction period is even longer.

Naturally, longer periods of construction, staying in this old house, fathers and daughters, are a little longer.

……

Old Feng took off his glasses, rubbed his nose beam, and put it on again, "Speaking of which, I didn't paste this picture. The other day, I said, before we go, could I finish the job? The officer promised, and then took this picture. ”

Old Feng appealed and said, “I think this should be the police officer who came back here quietly and put it on. He hasn't mentioned it to me, but he's a strange man. ”

“Has it been...?” Lochu said softly.

“The officer used to meet me occasionally in prison.” Old Feng casually said: “Not long after I caught him. Three or two times a year. Then again every other year... well, not in recent years. ”

Old Feng smiled and looked at the owner of the club, "I guess forget it. If you weren't close, who would you remember for the rest of your life? This kind of thing, like you... well, how to put it, special existence, should know better than I do. I wonder, time shouldn't mean much to you. You may see it a thousand times more than I do. ”

“He didn't forget you.” Rochu spoke coldly.

Old Feng was stunned and seemed to want answers.

“It's late, old man, I won't bother you.” Rochu stood up at this point, "I love the stories you told, I'll come back and tell you other customers' stories sometime... of course I'll bring you something to eat too, I think the old people will often forget about this. ”

Speaking, Lao Feng saw with his own eyes a large living man, gradually fading out of front of him, and then disappeared.

Lao Feng looked at the packing box that had been eaten by himself, thinking that the owner of this shop could come in without knocking on the door... he could leave like this anyway, so he could come.

“He's also a weird guy. ”

Old Feng shook his head, patted his face and cheered up. It's getting late out there, but his job is just getting started.

He picked up the needle thread again and embroidered it with each needle.

He hasn't had such calm in over a decade.

……

After leaving Feng's house, Rochu did not go far, but returned to the noodle shop on this old street, beating two bowls of knife noodles before leaving in the real sense.

Didn't go back to the club, he went back to his house.

Not long after Ren Ziling returned, he came back like a loser.

“Hey, are you eating noodles tonight? ”

Boss Luo poured out some vinegar and didn't take care of this woman.

The two of them ate and did not speak.

It's just that I don't know if his father and his mother, in all those years, have they had a taste of it every once in a while?

If you tried it, what would it taste like?

If you want to, it should be the smell of the moment.

……

……

The club recently had an old von who was in the process of trading and was waiting to finish the deal, as well as a Golden Master who was being taken over by Black Soul Envoy Black Soul XVIII.

The boss didn't say which side.

“I don't know if the owner came personally, subordinate, subordinate...” Black Soul XVIII didn't think of how to say something at a time.

Because she's never been in a situation like this.

The previous boss rarely steps out the door of the club - at least she hasn't met the previous boss herself at her work site.

“I heard Unight say that you seem to have encountered a little obstruction, don't you?” Rochu waved, "don't be shy, just talk. ”

That being said, how dare the Dark Soul messenger disrespect the owner of the club... Throughout these countless years, those who have been disrespectful to the owner, probably can't find it now?

There is only one Dark Soul Messenger who dares to make some questioning noises in front of his boss and occasionally bumps into one or two sentences. But even then, he still can't resist the boss...

“Yes, my subordinates have encountered some minor problems that could have been solved by themselves.” Black Soul 18 nodded: “But then I thought, as a black soul messenger, nothing should be hidden from the master, so I went back to tell Miss Yunight. I didn't expect to surprise you, master. ”

Black Soul XVIII seems anxious to say something: "Don't worry, master! The other party wants to be a half-chang magician who doesn't know where to learn some magic, and his subordinates can naturally cope. ”

The magician in mouth 18 of the Black Soul, naturally, will not be the kind of simple change from the hat to the flourishing acting system, but the kind of visual system that really comes with special effects.

Rochu asked curiously, "How do you know they're half-handed? ”

Dark Soul XVIII: “Because on his body, he didn't see the courtesy of being a magician. Orthodox magicians, like noblemen, can see their temperament at a glance. And he..."

Black Soul XVIII shook his head: "… there are no traces of orthodox education at all. So the subordinate speculated that he probably didn't know where to get the magician's inheritance, figured it out for himself. Normally, moreover, it is only these wild roads that create such disruptions in ordinary society, disregarding secular laws and regulations. Orthodox-educated magicians, they don't despise doing this. Of course, it is not excluded from orthodoxy that there will be some psychological distortion… but that is, after all, very few, and even if evil, these orthodoxy guys will not lose their style. So even above, the subordinates can roughly know that this man is a wild road. ”

“You have more experience in this area than I do, I trust your speculation for the time being.” Lochu nodded.

Black Soul 18 has a flattering feeling at this moment... the boss knows everything.

But she didn't know that the boss was curious about things, but also a guy who, if not necessary, preferred to explore one step at a time and didn't want to know directly, leading to loss of fun... well, the guy who panicked.

Rochu was a good kid with a family when he was little.

Why go to the altar pit?

“Tell me about Miss Zhao Ru. ”

Black Soul Nodded No. 18, “Master, this Golden Master has a very serious anti-social personality...”

……

Listen to the Dark Soul Messenger. Nor did Boss Lo stop his eyes.

Just inside Zhao Ruqi's alley, Boss Luo looked at her and sat silently in the ‘house’ of a paper suitcase.

The alley itself was dim, while the box room was naturally dark, and she sat on her knees, burying her eyes in her arms and knees, even darker.