Trafford’s Trading Club

People are born, raised and adult without worry, and they remain worry-free.

There are those who have come to the world so easily that the first half of their lives are busy, and the second half of their lives are still busy, and it seems that their efforts will not be as good as ever.

Isn't there something that was doomed the moment you came into the world?

Isn't there something unfair, no matter how you resist, that doesn't erase the injustices that have happened and continue to affect you all your life?

Psychological qualities are not good.

Life is not just meticulous, it's poetry and distant.

What kind of bullshit is that?

Though these words are not wrong in themselves, even though those who say them are the most powerful and the best proof of them.

But after all, there are only a few… even if these successful people are often exposed, often in various reports, articles, interviews, but they are still very few.

Yes, the people interviewed, the people who said these words, are a so-called success story… but there are thousands of readers and audiences.

How many of these tens of millions of viewers and readers can replicate the path to success… even if they are convinced that it is a matter of psychological attitude, even if they are convinced that life still has poetry and distance.

I don't know.

Zhao Ru doesn't know how many people there will be, but she only knows that she doesn't understand poetry and has never seen far away.

Let's say… she is one of the young people of this year, not one of them.

In this planet of more than seven billion human beings, one of them can't.

She knew she had given up on herself.

When she sees students who have a life and environment that other people envy.

When she meets those who are clearly in bliss but don't know what bliss really is, she prefers to fall for just one more piece of high-end clothing, or a so-called limited edition sneaker...

Yeah, that's how unfair the world is.

So that's it.

Allow me, then, to vent.

Anyway, I've been dumped, right?

……

……

Like, I had another dream a long time ago… implicitly, like I felt something looking at me.

She raised her head.

Is suddenly.

It was lifted between her hands and her knees. The ‘house’ of the suitcase is brighter than between her arms and knees, and the alley outside the 'house' of the suitcase is brighter.

She noticed that her eyes didn't seem to adapt to this level of brightness at once, so her gaze blurred for a moment - even if she knew it wasn't as bright as it should have been.

But it's just the wall on the other side of the alley, there's nothing to see... could it be an illusion?

I haven't slept much in days.

But at this point, when her gaze shifted from hazy to clear, a naive face just penetrated... this is the face of Mak Xiaojun.

He's back from school.

Zhao Ru can even hear Uncle Mai's deliberate low words: Don't bother people all the time.

But Mak Xiaojun didn't care too much... Grandpa always told him not to bother other uncles who live here often.

“Sister Lu, today's mission is complete! ”

“Really?” Zhao Ru nodded.

She turned around and subconsciously touched a bag that was filled with heavy objects from all directions. But her hands were like electric shocks, and she shrunk back.

Eventually, she didn't take it out of the bag, she just touched out two crispy sharks and sent them to Mai Xiaojun.

Dinner hasn't been eaten yet, Mc Xiaojun has torn off the first piece and eaten it.

At this time Zhao Ruzhu said: "Tomorrow, you don't have to go. ”

“Ah?” Mc Xiaojun was disappointed. "Why? ”

“It's no longer needed.” Zhao Ruoxiang said softly: “This is the last time. ”

Mak Xiaojun just thought that he would never get this reward from Sister Ru... Fortunately, instead of eating two every day, he would leave one, and these days he also saved seven.

Such a small child, life is just like this... it is probably influenced by his own grandfather who can plan this way.

But Mai Xiaojun doesn't know that this is called the last time, it refers to something more.

He never saw Sister Ru again.

After this night, when he woke up during the day, he always wanted to say hello to the elder sister before going to school. There was nothing left in the ‘house’ of this suitcase.

Empty.

Grandpa said things that Mak Xiaojun could not understand. He said, "This is a place where people can be retained, but also where people cannot be retained. If someone leaves, it's probably because, you know, it's time to leave.

On the way to school, Mak Xiaojun looked up at his grandfather knowingly: "Grandpa, is Sister Lu going to find her family? ”

Old Mac pulled a wrinkly cigarette out of his pocket, looked at the streets of the city, "I don't know, maybe she wanted to make a decision. ”

Still don't understand... Grandpa.

But when I think about it, Grandpa sometimes says these weird things too... whenever someone hasn't been back in the alley.

Mak Xiaojun thought, "I'll probably never see this big sister again who will teach him homework, invite him to eat, but won't laugh."

……

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PM: 5: 55

“So... is that why he wears his women's clothes? ”

Soon after sunset, Lin Feng took a moment to quietly ask Ma SIR in a unit opposite a high school girl's home.

This high school girl is the one who reported the incident to the police and received a letter of intimidation.

As Wang Yuechuan said, the high school girl was indeed safe at this time. Because she's in the room of this unit they're deploying.

There was also a guard outside the door and a female police officer was escorting her inside the room.

As for the female high school student's family, she is not at home.

Because they were already arranged to eat outside in advance.

Anyway, Mahoud doesn't know what kind of means Wang Yuechuan used to keep his family apart... he just has to do it.

“Why are you asking so many questions? Watch the neighborhood. Watch out! As soon as people show up, move!” Mahoud photographed Lin Feng's back of his head.

The young policeman shrugged his shoulder and picked up his telescope and stared at one of the units across the building, but couldn't help but smile: “But... this Comrade Wang Yuechuan's dress is so beautiful... hahahahahahaha, Masir, it's three hours to 9: 00... do you want to see it, or not, too, hahahahahahaha..."

“Smiley hair!” Mahoud slapped Lin Feng's head again, and righteously said: “Am I the kind of funny guy who looks at men's and women's clothes? Give me the binoculars! Comrade Lin Feng, I find that you have serious work not serious attitude, I do not feel comfortable handing over the surveillance work to you! I'll do it myself!”

Horse SIR... where's your Rhythm!!!