Trafford’s Trading Club

“Lunch? Oh... that's the point, let's see what we have nearby. All right, all right. I'm hungry. I'll get something to eat. Didn't you have an appointment today? Got it, got it. ”

Tao Xia switched off the phone and continued her steps.

The pace in this city.

As a photography enthusiast, it's rare to have such a vacation, but how can you not play with her single-flip?

Time doesn't hold, but photos do.

Besides, she also feels a little upset lately... and unnamed irritability. She knows exactly why.

Hobbies are activities that make you forget something very well.

The camera turns around a building, a passers-by. She sat on a regular bus, contrasting the city she remembered, and the city today.

She must be very good at describing her mood at this time.

Tao Xia got off when the tour bus shouted the name of a station. But when she stood here and looked at the name of the sign, she unexpectedly hesitated.

Jihua Road.

I don't know... back to this place again?

Tao Xia shook her head.

She lives here.

Ever.

This is where she really swims, isn't it?

Tao Xia somehow started her own steps again, only on this old road, she mentioned the SLR a few times, almost indefinitely.

Though it is a place of memory, it is now completely invisible and a large number of new buildings have emerged. There are few places where she can recapture her memory.

Tao Xiaman stopped in front of a noodle shop.

Dad, I'm going to eat the knife noodles. I'm going to pour lots and lots of heads.

The knife noodles are the knife noodles, the head noodles are the head noodles, where do you eat like this?

Whatever it is, I want it! All right?

- Okay, okay, okay.

Cool laughter.

Tao Xia remembers the conversation that took place here a long time ago. She seemed to see a scene where a little girl was hastily pulling her father in… occasionally remembered and should not have remembered.

Tao Xiamang suddenly felt that the phrase "touching the scene" was true. But even so, she didn't want to go in, at least for this moment, her feet were like being pulled by something. This made it difficult for her to move forward.

Perhaps just a photograph, so she thought, silently grabbed the camera's footage.

“Aren't you going in? ”

Such a voice suddenly appeared behind her. Tao Xia turned around and saw only a young man in casual clothes - a younger man than her, like a college student, about twenty years old.

The doorway of this museum is a little small, it's just an ordinary door - Tao Xiaman didn't think that this ancient noodle shop would survive until now... What I'm trying to say is that she blocked the way in.

“Excuse me.” Tao Xia apologized and stepped aside.

The young man just nodded and smiled and walked into the noodle shop. When the young man walked in, Tao Xiaman somehow took steps, as if something was trending towards her.

She also walked into the noodle shop and heard the conversation between the young man and the owner of the noodle shop... Tao Xiamang had some impressions of the owner, but his hair was already full of gray hair.

“Brother, you're here again! As usual? ”

“Yes, please, boss. ”

“All right! Why don't you sit down for a minute?” The white-haired boss answered with a full breath and shouted at the kitchen position: “A bowl of head noodles and a bowl of knife noodles! Head down, head down, knife down, all packed! ”

So the young man took a stool and sat down.

Tao Xia watched the scene with fun.

She rarely saw such a quiet young man: waiting for time, instead of playing with her phone like the public, she pulled out a little book and opened it and started looking.

Bookmarks are also on the books, which is a habit that people who read often.

“Why do you put the head sprinklers on the knife sprinklers so that the head sprinklers don't taste good? ”

She sat down in front of this young man.

This is a popular dining room with seating. But this old noodle shop isn't doing very well. It's supposed to be lunchtime, but there are only three guests.

This young man sits on this one, which is already one of them.

“Is there a problem?” The young man raised his head slightly and did not seem to care about this abrupt question.

Tao Xia shook her head: “No problem, I just rarely see anyone eat like this, so I'm more curious. Oh, I'm sorry, it was me. Hi, my name is Tao Xiamang and I am a photography enthusiast. ”

“Hello.” The young man nodded.

Should I introduce myself at this time?

But what's interesting to Tao Xiaman is that this young man seems to have done a lot better than a self-introduction with such a simple phrase.

How do I put it?

Just right.

It was the only feeling Tao Xiamang felt when he remembered later.

She asked, "Do you... come here often? ”

The young man nodded: "Recently. ”

She said, "Live here? ”

The young man shook his head, "I can't live here. ”

So Tao Xia smiled. “I can't live here and I came here to buy food. I think I really like the taste here. ”

The young man also replied with a smile like, "I actually bought it for someone. Um... I recently met a friend who often forgot to eat for work, and I'm afraid he won't hold up. ”

Tao Xia nodded profusely: "Lucky he has you as a friend. ”

The young man didn't say anything but gently pulled a small curve in the corner of his mouth, when the owner of the noodle shop came with two packs of boxes, “Okay, little brother, your face! ”

The young man simply paid for it and stood up. He suddenly glanced at Tao Xiamang and said softly: “Whether the noodles are good or not, my friend will always finish them. ”

She just feels weird.

……

Until the end of this brief conversation, Tao Xiaman still didn't know what the young man's name was… of course, it wasn't a fantastic encounter.

Because she already has a fiancé who loves her and she loves her very much.

She just feels like this encounter is like a little tune: a tranquil tune in Metropolis.

“Alas... girl, do you want something to eat? ”

But the owner of the noodle shop is still standing here.

Tao Xiamang, who is already sitting here, is ashamed to say no.

She bowed her head for a moment and looked at the chopsticks cartridge on the table, "Give me a bowl of knife to grind the noodles, and then add money to the head sprinkler. ”

“All right! ”

……

After leaving the noodle parlor, Tao Xia wandered past where she had lived. She had the urge to go up and look, but when the street people walked by, they shook her up.

The impulse faded after a moment of shock, leaving only a hint of lull.

She finally looked up and took a deep breath towards the exit of the street.

That knife noodle with the noodle sprinkler is still good, but this may be her last taste.

Because she didn't know if the noodle shop was still there when she had the chance to pass by.

Interestingly, as she was about to leave this old street, Tao Xiaman met an acquaintance: a classmate of hers in elementary school... at the same table.

Looking at the past from afar, the thin little one was now a little fat and should have married a long time ago - Tao Xiaman watched the old classmate walk past a small stand where she bought ice cream with a 4-5 year old.

The old classmate didn't recognize her, and she just watched her hold her son in silence and eventually disappeared into the corner.

Tao Xia thought she should probably go up and say hello, but some childhood memories were like shackles, blocking the memories she had just gathered in that old noodle shop.

Some hurt, probably forever.

Time will eventually erase all traces of this old street, but it will also erase her memory.

She so hopes.

Tao Xia Wan's homeland swimmed back here, and it was over.

……

But Tao Xiaman didn't think that today she would encounter something unexpected.

“Are you Tao Xiamang? ”

She met a very tall man downstairs, wearing sunglasses, a tattoo and calling herself Johnson.