Trafford’s Trading Club

Her foot wound is getting better.

From that day on, she moved back to the old house instead of living in the house that belonged to the Tao family.

I haven't lived in a place for a long time. It's a hassle to get water and electricity on. But she was another fiancé willing to ride in front of and behind the car.

Zhou Zihao no longer lives in her own house. She stays here with her.

They both wait here for a tailor, day after day, but not day after day. At dusk, Tao Xiaman always takes Zhou Zihao to the small noodle shop not far downstairs.

Call two bowls of noodles, one bowl of cutter noodles, and one bowl of sprinkler noodles. Women always like to pour their heads in front of men and pour them all into their bowls.

Later, Tao Xia also occasionally meets Beauty and takes the kids to go shopping, and then the two of them talk and talk, and the time is like backwards.

Backwards and again, I don't know where to start, back to when she was little and she was young.

But she still didn't wait here for the young man to show up, or for the Zhou master to show up.

She had to leave here for a few days... before, now, in her own house. Because her arranged marriage date has arrived, many things need to be prepared.

It's enough to keep her busy, after all, it's a big thing in life.

With a bag of luggage, Tao Xiamang closed the gate herself, then lifted her feet and placed the key in a small void above the gate.

Accompanied by Zhou Zihao, she left… Jihua Road, Lane 2, No. 33.

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……

Old Feng likes to sit on the playground at sunset and watch the sunset alone. In the old man's world, he always likes to think of himself as the falling sun.

It's twilight.

His heart was as peaceful as a burning cloud in the distance. And his life in prison seems to have returned to the way it used to be, unchanged… but there seems to have been some changes.

Of course not, one day, Zhang Fatty would always find the opportunity to haunt him. He yelled back and forth at the master and said that he could learn something else without learning the skill of embroidered needles.

Not to say, of course, that the attitude of his fellow inmates has changed a lot… or even respect.

Old Feng estimated that these strange things were supposed to happen after he left. Later, from Zhou Xiaokun's words, he put together a completely different ‘old von’ life in prison.

But even so, it's not something that Old Von feels changed.

He's been quieter lately. He, even though the night is still like in the past, had to look at that old photograph to go to sleep, just obsessed, but he didn't realize it.

Burning clouds in his old eyes will change with the wind, a little, like a ribbon… like a colored ribbon at a grand wedding.

“Tomorrow is the day.” Old Feng muttered to himself.

Then Lao Feng began to move his lips slightly, and a little shadow appeared in front of him, and he saw the boss who gave him so many mysteries.

Inside dusk, the boss watches the sunset with him.

Suddenly.

“Old man, your deal is due tomorrow.” Rochu said softly, "If you wish, you can still go out tomorrow and enjoy the final part of the deal. Of course, if you still decide to stay, we will still collect your transaction fee. ”

“No, come on.” Old Feng smiled, "no. Zhou Zihao is fine, I'm relieved. Adopting her family must also love her very much. Tomorrow her wedding will be fine, very good. That's enough. ”

Lochu nodded.

He stood up and bent slightly towards the old man, softly: “I will obey the will of the guest, old man. ”

Old Feng shook his head and didn't say anything.

“However,” the club owner said at this time, "but thank you for bringing me a very good memory, and the next thing is kind of my personal gift. Enjoy… my most esteemed guest. ”

“Hmm?” Feng stunned, but when he blinked, the owner of something in front of him, had disappeared.

He was confused, but the sky had faded. Old Feng knows he should go back to his cell.

But he hasn't returned to his cell yet, but he walks up to a prison guard, "Feng Guichun, someone wants to see you. ”

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……

Along the way, Old Feng was in a complicated mood to follow behind this guard. He remembered what the mysterious boss had said. He had some speculation in his heart and couldn't help but ask: "Ah SIR, who wants to see me? ”

“Lynn SIR wants to see you.” The prison guard whispered: "Lin Feng, Lin SIR, Criminal Police Brigade, Police Station. ”

“This…”

The old man nodded and scoffed at himself randomly... he had a little idea, but seemed to think too much of himself.

Inside the special meeting room - this is the special meeting room that the police use when they come to interrogate prisoners. Right here, Feng saw a young man around the age of 25 or 6.

I think it's Lin SIR.

“Officer, what can I do for you?” Old Feng sat down a little nervously.

He thought about the last time Zhang Fatty and Long Qiang... didn't the police think it was wrong, did they continue to ask?

Lin Feng stared at Old Feng like this. He didn't say a word. He looked serious and even frowned from time to time.

It's making old Von feel uneasy, "this officer? ”

“Feng Guichun, you are Feng Guichun, right?” Lin Feng suddenly asked.

“Yes, I am.” Old Feng nodded.

Lin Feng suddenly stood up and didn't say a word. He walked directly towards the door and looked at old Feng without knowing. Before Lin Feng opened the door and left, he suddenly said: "Congratulations on marrying your daughter. ”

He closed the door.

Old Feng sat here and shook his head... Congratulations on marrying your daughter, he wanted to hear this but dared not listen.

Zhou Xiaokun, Zhang Fatty and others beside him, have never dared to say anything.

He doesn't understand why this Lin Feng officer came to this place in particular... just to say congratulations to him?

Old Feng took a deep breath and sat here himself.

Think about the child you're holding outside, think about what it would be like to be there. Girls get married, and there's always a lot of trivial things the night before.

Hair combs, makeup, clothes, have to be busy till dawn.

Think about it, Old Feng is out of his mind.

He remembered what the boss had said, countless impulses in his heart to call his arrival, countless times to ask: tomorrow's last day, let me be outside.

But he did.

Knock, the door opened again, old Feng heard the voice, subconsciously said: "Officer Lin, what is it that you want from me? Are you making fun of me? ”

But the door was empty and no one was seen.

Old Feng frowned... he only found out that even if the police officer had raised the case, there did not appear to be any guards present here. This should be irregular.

The door is empty… there is no one else here.

It's like the devil's temptation... Old Von feels that as long as he walks out of this door, it's a free world out there, and he can even go anywhere and meet anybody he wants to see.

Old Feng's heart could not help but beat violently, and these few days returned to the tranquillity of the prison as if it had been completely smashed in an instant.

He stood unconsciously and moved his footsteps… Yes, he thought he should go out.

Finally, before he walked to this door, he still didn't see anyone coming in... as if there really wasn't anyone outside guarding him.

But Feng eventually stopped his steps, and he grinned and shook his head.

Old Feng turned around and walked towards his original seating position.

He said to himself, “Feng Guichun, Feng Guichun, for the rest of your life, what else can you not see through? You should stay here, and your daughter should have her life. She's fine, Chow Ziho is good to her. What are you not satisfied with? ”

Yeah, what else isn't satisfying?

Old Feng took a deep breath.

In silence, there was a sudden noise, gently, a call, yelling another name of old von.

On the other hand, there is only one person in the whole world who can shout names.

One sound of Dad.

“Dad.”

Lao Feng suddenly turned around, which was beyond all his thoughts, all his inner shackles, all his intellectual turns, nothing to drive, no hints needed.

“Dad!”

In front of the door, a reflection of red appeared quietly.

She just appeared in front of the door and gently cried out for this name, which she had already agreed to with Feng when she was born into the world.

That's his stitched bridesmaid, one needle at a time, and he won't be mistaken for his own work… and it's already on his daughter.

And she wore it, like the day she dreamed it, in front of him.

“Dad.”

Tao Xiamang... Feng Xiamang shouted the name of old Feng and walked towards him.

“Xia Mang... my son! ”

Old Von couldn't hold down that airflow in his throat.

It didn't know where to rise from, slammed his vocal chords hard, punched his eyes hard, stormed him all over his body, instantly, countless times.

“Dad, I'm getting married tomorrow. Can you comb my hair? ”

She said softly, then slowly turned her body and let the bright red skirt rise slightly.

She smiled with tears and asked, "I... am I looking good? ”

“Beautiful.” Old Feng nodded.

“Beautiful.” Old Feng nodded his head again.

“Beautiful!” Old Feng shook his trembling face and mouth, slowly closing his eyes so that he could remember the smile of the moment, "Beautiful, my daughter better watch, better watch! ”

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Previous life, present life.

You were a lover in the past, and you're a daughter in this world.

Now, I'm going to make you a wedding dress: a phoenix dress.

May you live happily ever after.