Trafford’s Trading Club

Her name was Little Dream, the only girl in the band, a girl Zouze had just called herself from the Northeast, a little girl.

Hung Guan thought she was rebellious, but Cheng liked her alternative... It can be said that he was attracted to the wildness of this little girl from the beginning.

But it doesn't really matter whether it's rebellion or not, whether it's different, whether it's possible to meet in the middle of nowhere, it should be gratifying for all of us.

This girl, even before Hung Guan and Cheng, came to the capital to fight —— the encounter between them started on the street.

It snowed that year, and Cheng and Hung Guan were selling art in the street behind a university door. Two people drink, can't make a lot of applause, can't make a lot of money... because people who pass by have too many choices, and they're surrounded by people like them.

Because people like them, in this place, have too much.

It's really a lot, a lot, a lot.

Before the snow, in the rented small rental house, Hongguan ate the bread, and Cheng also ate the barbecued beef noodles that almost numbed the taste buds. The two will also warm up on a charcoal fire.

Hung Guan suddenly said that they had no money, and there were only 83 yuan left.

Cheng also said, let's go see the street.

It was that day, snowy, they met this little girl.

Dyed purple hair - ultra-short hair almost the same size.

Cheng also remembers most of all a fine earring on the girl's left ear and nothing on the other side. He thought she might have been born a weirdo.

And the facts seem to prove that.

“I like your music. ”

That's the first thing little dreams say to them.

“Do you guys want to come to my band, wrap it up, take care of your other lives? ”

And this is the second sentence that Little Dream said to both of them.

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Little Dream's band counted herself, there were only three of them. After counting Cheng and Hung Guan, she suddenly turned into five.

Cheng Ya then came to know that the other two in the band were also "picked up" by Xiao Dreams on the street... This girl has more vitality than men.

Later, Cheng also learned that Xiao Dream is not a native Northeast girl.

She was born in Beijing, and her father was the authentic Northeast Master: an earliest generation of rock and roll people who came to fight in Beijing as young as they did in Hong Guan.

Little Dream was proud when she spoke of her father, but she laughed and said it was a shame to die early and then left her with this scourge.

She asked everyone, including Cheng, if she thought so and didn't want to hang out with her, she wouldn't be afraid to be harmed by her?

Several of the band's big fathers thought about it for a while and then smiled and said, "Why don't you line up, one by one, and then scourge it, or she won't eat it?"

Little dreams raised the guitar and knocked it over one by one, then scratched the guitar, a small scratch, heartbroken for half a day.

Cheng Yi then came to think of a note. This scratch was engraved with the word 'heaven’, and the instruments of the other members were engraved with ‘sea’, ‘wide’, ‘sky’ and ‘fly'.

Well, because flying is superfluous, little dreams laugh.

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Every day there is an unprecedented amount of impulse and vision, talking about all the possibilities, from day to afternoon to night, coming back late at night, just to argue about a song adaptation.

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One day, Hung Crown took out a box.

Little Dream asks curiously, "What is this? ”

Hung Guan smiled hip-hop: “I bought it from a roadside stall and a master, just five. ”

Like copper and iron brand, wearing black rope, it simply turned into a necklace... Cheng also disliked it, like a dog card, the other two wondered whether it was better to wear it on the hand or on the hand, because it really looked like a dog card.

Only Dream drove everyone out of the yard and took their seats - they were like guests sitting in front of an old barber.

Little dreams brought them all this stuff that was actually named ‘dog cards’.

Little dreams brought themselves with them. They turned around in front of them. Like fairy tales with fairies doing bad things, they forked their back and said: “If we think about the name of the band in the future, it's called... dog cards! ”

“Holy shit! ”

“Fuck you!! ”

“Fuck off!! ”

“Hahahahahahahaha!!” The little dream covered her stomach and squatted on the ground with a smile. It took a long time before she wiped her tears like squeezing out her eyes and stood up again.

They never had a moment to dream about this moment… like a fairy who did something bad to become a beautiful fairy all of a sudden.

In the afternoon yard, she said softly, "Then call me ‘Again’. ”

Again.

So they officially had the name of their band.

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After spring, the name was written on a small blackboard in front of the same bar in Old Hu, Beijing.

Again - $50!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Why so many exclamation marks? ”

Little dreams then added a few more to the back, then counted with satisfaction how many exclamation marks there were, laughing naturally and saying: "Just to cheat! Place!”

Finally, only five tickets were sold, but everyone almost muted their voices.

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Little dreams are gone, all of a sudden they are gone, all of a sudden they are gone... all of a sudden they make everyone feel like dreams.

The driver could not be found on the spot due to a car accident, but the car is still there.

However, a week after the crash, an old gunner turned himself in… As for the owner, the young owner, he got into a new sports car.

Another month later, Cheng and Hung Guan, as well as members of another band, were arrested for endangering the lives of others.

Again was founded almost a year ago.

The exact time, eleven months and seven days, is hereby dissolved.

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Again.

Cheng is also like telling another story, a story that saddens everyone.

What are the lyrics? No one cares, perhaps, because they are almost immersed in the rhythm, forgetting everything outside.

Why could he do that?

Is it possible to make almost everyone on the scene cry… or even, let the famous singers who are waiting in the lounge for the next scene faintly watch the live screen?

Without any extra shots, the cameraman was like missing, several different camera shots, all the way to the man singing himself on stage, never moving for a moment, much less inserting any frame about the audience.

“It's so unusual...”

Pear frowned and looked at Ren Ziling around her and found that her silent tears seemed unconscious at this moment, as if she was bewitched - as did almost all the audiences beside her, including the professional critics on the scene.

As a monster, she has a natural intuition... an intuition that this man on stage has a strange place.

She can also feel what is in her heart… but is far from as obsessed as an ordinary person, despite being sheared.

So Pear silently ripped a bag of beef jerky, silently when a gourd eating crowd... and this shedding was harmless to people - at least, she didn't feel any harm for the time being.

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“He did it. ”

The clock looked at everyone's reaction, watched the rated live screen, and watched Cheng Yun also looked at Zhang Rui.

Watching everyone faint - so he can be sure that the man on this stage has an incredible ‘magic’, a ‘magic’ that is not a normal phenomenon.

But he is neither frightened nor afraid, because this‘ magic 'of incitement is ineffective for him, who has little desire.

A bold thought began slowly to emerge in the dusty mind of the clock.

Probably.

Is it possible to identify a large number of these strangely capable people?

Can we get them together?

That place has always existed and been trading… there are dark sides of the world that ordinary people don't understand.

Perhaps… for example, he met Cheng as well, a brilliant person overnight.

So, how many of the best people in the world are actually not born?

“If I could change an era...”

The clock's dusty gaze sparkled with an unknown glow, talking to himself: “Is it a great achievement? ”

He finds that even if only this idea had arisen, the heart had beaten wildly, a sense of illusion rather than real satisfaction that made him feel once again the excitement that had not appeared in his spiritual world for a long time!

Like an orgasm.

PS1: Thank the allies of ”Charlie Sennai” for lowering their heads to the capitalist forces.