Trafford’s Trading Club

Sometimes, Cheng also wonders whether he really went into the place.

I suddenly went from one place to the other, and then I left and went straight back to where I was... it always felt a little bit overwhelming. So much so that he couldn't help but dream.

Maybe it's just your spirit being pulled into that place?

Friday, the afternoon of a working day, the afternoon of one of the most happy and frequent special days of the year for society.

After leaving the club, Cheng also walked alone on the streets of the city.

How do I wake myself up to continue using this guitar?

What does the song in your heart mean... the love of rock and roll?

However, he did not feel that his love of rock 'n' roll had receded, and he still hoped that more people would like his music, and he asked himself about it, which was no different than before.

So he turned around, turned past dusk, turned to the time after dinner, and Cheng still did not return to the place where the clock had fallen to live.

But the clock dust called him and asked if anything had happened to him. I don't really care about the tone... maybe I just want to know, just know.

So Cheng is also unclear, if he knew he couldn't use the guitar, how would he react?

I heard that such a nobleman has to be more heartless than ordinary people. Because they need to be heartless to be able to go further in their world.

Cheng also doesn't know when he will be able to wake up again... or he has been unable to wake up this ability - he can't be sure for himself, and I'm afraid he won't be able to ask for enough time for the clock to fall.

If you choose to hide it... that's probably how everyone chooses it, isn't it?

Hiding, after all, means continuing to enjoy the company's privileges. How can it not be fascinating to be a newcomer, but to have the same treatment that makes other newcomers blush?

“What am I... doing? ”

Beep ——!!!

The flying car horn woke him up, and he suddenly looked back and suddenly didn't know what path he was taking.

Not far away came the sound of singing, with that kind of cheap sound, and the sound came here, and it was already the sound of sand, sand.

Somebody's selling it.

There have always been a lot of people singing in the streets… for a variety of reasons. Cheng also never looked down on these people who were selling singing on the street, because he himself was a part of these people.

They were always able to give him a wonderful sense of kindness —— and, by the way, not so long ago, he seemed to be no different from their situation.

He suddenly laughed, pointless, perhaps just an instinct... and suddenly he didn't know whether he was lucky or unfortunate.

But although the sound quality is poor, but listen, Cheng also heard what he is familiar with... This is the sound of Hong Guan.

He's here... right around here!

……

“Uncle, do the stall people come here often? ”

“Ah, the guy who plays guitar singing? Yeah, a lot lately, this month or so. ”

The big uncle, who pushes his bike around the square and sells sugar, smiles and replies, “This guy sings pretty good... do you want to buy a sugar man? Go back to play for the kids. ”

Cheng also picked a sugar man from uncle's car and gave him money and didn't say anything about walking away.

His gaze never leaves the small stall not far away selling chargers and phone accessories... the crown of the stall singing as it plays.

Not that he met me, but that I met him.

After such a long time, there is still no progress in technology... so is singing.

No one asked, the reward is even less pitiful... hardly any?

Who's listening? Who's listening? Didn't you... give up already?

But.

But... why are you still so happy?

It's Blue Lotus.

Are you really... indifferent?

Unconsciously, Cheng had reached the crown, and the crown naturally saw Cheng, too. His fingers were slowly sweeping, slowly slowly slowing down, and eventually stopped at some one-half beat.

“Yes, how did you...” Hung Guan raised his head in dismay.

“Can we talk for a second?” Cheng also appealed.

……

“Have you... eaten? ”

Not in a high-end or convenient, or quiet place, but sitting on a small bench in the square behind the stall, Hung Guan seems to be unable to ask the words, but still hard to ask the words.

Cheng also glanced at the person in front of him... this person who traveled north with him, and sang with him in Sanlitun, in the streets of the pub in the rear sea.

He bowed his head and squeezed the candy man's stick on his hand, slowly spinning, grinning bitterly: "We, we are so strange already. ”

Hung Crown scratched his head, then raised his head and didn't know how to take it.

“It's Li Zifeng.” Cheng suddenly mentioned the name.

Hung Guan suddenly mentioned the name: “Li Zifeng? ”

Cheng also held his mouth and looked at Hung Guan softly: “He lied to me and to you. I didn't mean the agreement you signed. I've seen a contract here, too, and it's not what you mean. But..."

Cheng also stopped to laugh, "But I believed... I'm sorry. ”

Hung Guan silenced for a moment, then patted the shoulder of the same beat, suddenly smiling: “Ziyao should be giving birth in the last half month, she has been nagging why you don't come to see her, saying if she is rich, you will not recognize anyone. Can I see you sometime? ”

“I'm sorry.” But Cheng also turned his face, his voice was a little dull, “I know, I just need to call you, it's obviously such a simple move, but I...”

He took a deep breath and took a nose, “But I, I was wondering... is that who I am? ”

Hung Guan thought for a while: “You used to make foolish dreams when you were still dreaming. It's been a few years now, but you still make foolish... In fact, it hasn't changed, stupid donkey, I'm used to it. ”

Cheng also turned around and choked slightly: "Fuck you. ”

Hung Guan said: “I could call you, but it was just a small move, but I did the same thing. Do you think I'm the same person? ”

Cheng was also stunned.

They smiled at each other.

Cheng sighed a long time: “O man. ”

Hung Guan nodded and was helpless: “O man. ”

Sit down for a while.

Cheng also said: "Have you thought about the child's name yet? ”

The crown shook its head. The weather was a little cold, and he rubbed his hand, "Is your hand okay? ”

Cheng also looked at his finger and shook his head. “How can a broken finger be so fast? ”

Hung Guan lamented: “Looks like you can't make it on Sunday. It's a shame. But your company doesn't blame you, does it? ”

“Not for now, later…” Cheng shook his head. “Later, it's hard to say. ”

“Was it the crash that affected your reputation?” Hung Guan asked probatively.

“Not about the crash.” Cheng also shook his head, "there are just a lot of things... it's a lot more complicated than when we were just squatting on the street. ”

“Well... I really don't understand these big companies.” Hung Guan nodded and stopped asking questions, believing that the procedure at this time should also be able to deal with the problems himself.

Cheng also stood up at this time and pushed himself into a lazy waist.

Hung Guan looked up and asked: "Are you going back? ”

“It's getting late. I snuck out. I'm going back.” Cheng nodded as well.

“Then be careful.” Hung Guan smiled.

Cheng also turned around and walked away. He suddenly stopped, but didn't look back: “By the way, can you not sell the charger while singing, it doesn't look professional at all? ”

Hung Guan smiled and said to Cheng's back: “I want to earn milk powder money, okay? ”

Cheng also did not speak, just raised his hand, that was a rock gesture... he suddenly had a different idea.

……

……

Upon returning to the villa, Cheng also saw that the clock dust was falling and he was making his own dinner. It was a simple red wine steak.

“Alone?” Cheng also opened his mouth first.

“I have your share, but it depends on if you've eaten it before you got back.” The clock never turns back and the steak is cooked with a clip.

“You're welcome, I'm not hungry.” Cheng shook his head too, but suddenly he said: "Yes, there's something you need to discuss. ”

“Go ahead.” The clock dusted the steak upside down and the palm gently shaken the pan.

“Let Hong Guan take my place on Sunday night. ”

“Hung Guan?” The clock slowed down and quickly moved again, "Why... do you feel like you owe him, so you're going to make amends? ”

“A little bit.” Cheng is also not too salty: “Besides, when he goes on the field, give him this guitar. ”

The clock fell, and this is when I turned my head in surprise, "Do you deserve it? ”

Cheng also bluntly said: “Didn't you say that Hong Guan can also be used? But I'm not sure what the scope is when he uses it. I also want to know this... since I can't move my hand for a while, let's do a test. As long as I don't tell Hung Kuan about the guitar... and I've been playing it all my life, others have been affected, so I want to see what I would do if it was someone else playing it... do you have any questions? ”

“No.” The clock shook its head, “No. That's a good idea, too. It's better to dig up the guitar's secrets ourselves than to give him a cheap ride in front of the boss. ”

Cheng shrugged his shoulders and went upstairs as easily as usual in front of the clock dust... he needed to remain calm in front of this man in order to escape the acute touch of each other.

What's in my heart... Hung Kuan, can you tell me?

And I... it's the only thing I can do for you.

I know you never gave up, never left.

PS1: Thank you 'B.R--love' friend for yesterday's prize at the door and at the helmsman.

PS2: Feeling uncomfortable without PS2... so, next chapter, before 12: 00 (farsighted)