Trafford’s Trading Club

Life doesn't make a big deal out of it many times. Or rather, our lives have always been calm waiting for an occasional wave of calm that, after it has been calmed, makes people feel that life is not really calm, like dead water.

Because there have been waves, when it is calm, it is discovered that the water of the lake, which mirrors everything, has a unique aesthetic. That's it. Prefer a quieter life?

Calm and happy, slowly awaiting the birth of a small life, the crown has never felt so full of life.

He still works at the garage, but at noon he always takes time to come to the hospital on a borrowed electric car.

He washes his hands with alcohol before work, not because he's afraid of appearing in the hospital's senior wards in a dirty way, but because he doesn't want his wife to feel tired.

He had not met Li Zifeng, nor had he taken the initiative to look for this person, just knowing that the hospital had never asked him for all kinds of expenses.

Golden Yao will say thank you very much to his good brother.

Hung Guan said that he is too busy right now to take up time, wait for a chance later.

But the agreement he had already signed was also meant to be respected, so it would probably have to wait a long time in the future.

The wife said yes, but when the child is born, the godfather has to come and see. Because of Godfather, something we talked about a long time ago.

Hung Guan can only smile because he can only smile, he is afraid that Golden Yao will move the tire.

“Walking in the cold winds of winter and night, scattered, crushed, are all dreams...”

At night, in the ever-flourishing square, Hung Guan is still holding on to his little stall. Of course, there is not much income per day, but there is always some.

But he hasn't met the young man who used to come here -- since that strange young man didn't give him a reward.

Sometimes Hung Guan can't help but think that maybe this young man who listens to him singing silently every time really understands what's in his song.

Was it because of disappointment that you didn't come back?

Hung Guan felt that even then, life would have to go on. Although he stopped coming, his life would have to move on.

On the big screen of the square, there's a TV commercial going on —— it's a teaser, a teaser for a show.

Hung Guan didn't look, but he knew that the herald had him on it.

The person who came out as a newcomer.

Maybe it's already on tape, right?

……

“What are the opportunities to expose you to music? ”

The studio between the two of them, in front of the green screen, the host is interviewing some questions —— these interviews will be cut later and added to the premiere of the first evening.

“I've loved music since I was a kid. ”

This is Li Zifeng's manuscript.

Cheng is also not nervous when facing the first shot because he has already communicated before the recording.

Feiyun entertainment is a huge price, and the interview with the host is naturally not so-so... In a society where money is watched, these permanent faces in front of the screen know more about speaking skills than anyone else.

Near artistic skills.

“Does it feel stressful? You're the only real rookie on this show, and the rest, to you, are seniors. ”

“Nervous naturally does, but more exciting. ”

Cheng also answered correctly: “Especially since the seniors I invited here are my favorites, being able to compete with so many favorite singers on the stage is a desperate opportunity for me. ”

……

“Mr. Cheng, have you been singing in a bar nightclub until you were discovered by Feiyun Entertainment? ”

“It's true. ”

Cheng nodded as well, which is also a well-designed problem, “I am grateful to my company now, if it hadn't discovered me, I would still be a daydreamer. ”

“Gold always glows. ”

The host laughed: “As long as there is perseverance not to give up the musical dream, I believe that not only Mr. Cheng, but also more like you, will find your own path... Mr. Cheng, thank you for coming! ”

“You're welcome. ”

“Well, this super newcomer to the challenge is over. In the next issue, we will be interviewing…”

The host made an OK gesture and the show ended. In the studio, Li Zifeng came to Cheng Li's side with great satisfaction, and of course, began to entertain the host.

Afterwards, Li Zifeng said: "Come on, I've arranged for you to be the lead author of the 'New Monday' entertainment edition, you have to do a text interview today. ”

Cheng also couldn't even care less about eating - to be precise, he only had breakfast today. Though there was some bread and stuff on the way, it didn't really stop to rest.

The life of a newcomer who was about to be the first, far more busy than he could possibly imagine.

Cheng also found that he had not played the guitar well once in two days.

And tomorrow, he's even going to do some warm-up activities —— he's only going to have a chance to touch the instrument the day after tomorrow, when he starts recording his first single.

……

……

Pfft -!

That's pink blowing sugar after blowing the business too. Blowing sugar, which had already been chewed without flavor, was chewed back and forth in the mouth, and then another ball almost as big as the face was blown up.

Repeat, while the person chewing on the blowing sugar, is also looking at the big screen in the square.

People who chew and blow sugar know a lot of Chinese, they can understand, but they can speak too much, "Turns out there's this show here, too. What kind of" singer "is it? I have heard that this country likes to ‘introduce’ … it is true. ”

This is a very popular music show in this country... ‘Was it my country? After this mission, should we go back and have a look? ”

She speaks to herself, but doesn't seem to care about the eyes of others at all, even in the eyes of others... she seems so strange.

Short hair, but short white hair, wearing a three-quarter sleeve black leather holster... but not the usual type of holster, but also unusual trousers and boots, all looking so different... like a woman playing with COSPLAY.

Twenty years old or younger, a woman playing COSPLAY... isn't she? If you weren't playing COSPALY, it wouldn't be normal.

A woman carries an elongated cylinder, like the one that art students usually carry to hold their scripts.

Probably hiding SLR nearby, filming?

“No dead end, random shooting is wallpaper...” But the flash lights on, the sound, not from the photographer who may be hiding somewhere eating chicken legs, but from the passers-by who have eaten melon crowd properties.

It's just that when people turn on their phones in happy places and their albums are going to be viewed alone, they find that what they're shooting is just a blurry shadow.

“Weird, I'm obviously turning on the shockproof mode...”

But this white-haired COSPLAY woman is gone.

……

Later, the maid was cleaning up outside the club, which should be her last job of the day - cleaning.

But when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, Unight stopped and turned around.

Only a woman with white hair and strange costumes slowly walked out of the dark.

The woman's hands were stuck in the pockets of her leather jacket, chewing on the look of blowing sugar, "Is this door closed? ”

"Night smiled.“ This place is always open for guests who need it.

The woman blowing the sugar said: "Well, I'll just go inside and see. ”