Trafford’s Trading Club

“You... no, sir, what do you want me to prove?” Cheng also thought for a moment and asked.

The old man with the blast snorted, "Funny! You say it's important to you. It's important. I want you to prove it. Is that true? ”

“I…” Cheng was silent.

He became more anxious, watching time go by, and the feeling of wanting to leave became more intense —— an intuition: the intuition told him that this scene in Hung Guan might help him find the ability to wake himself up and lose the ability to play the guitar.

It was an urgent wish, even to make him feel that after missing this one, it would be very difficult to find it again in the future.

He doesn't want to spend time here with this strange old man... it would be ideal if he could just buy Beth back at a huge price.

But this strange old man, obviously interesting, is deliberately struggling... perhaps trying to raise the price?

Cheng also took a deep breath in the airway: “How about this? Sir, can you please leave me a contact information? I'm actually in a hurry right now, and we can talk about Beth later. Believe me, I really wanted to buy it back, and the price and everything was well negotiated. ”

Unexpectedly, the old man didn't answer at the moment, but looked at the fish egg and said, “Boss, pay! ”

After the old man photographed a note on the table, he stood up and left without a glance.

“Sir, sir! Where's your contact information?” Cheng also couldn't help but rush.

And the old man didn't say, “No, what's left for you? You said it was important to you, and now you're walking away, and I can't see any sincerity. ”

Cheng was also helpless: “Sir, you are older and older than me, and you have more experience than me. You should understand that sometimes a person really encounters a dilemma, a time when they lose each other. What would you choose if you were me and there was one vital thing in front of you? ”

The old man suddenly turned around, "Critical? Let me ask you, is life and death a matter of concern? ”

Cheng also shook his head subconsciously.

The old man bluntly said, "Is that a wife giving birth? Your family is sick? Or are you rushing to save someone? Or are you talking about some big business or are you gonna go yellow? Waiting up and down for your business to eat? Dozens of people's livelihoods? ”

Cheng also shook his head... he could not give his real reasons. But he had to think, "I'm afraid what this old man said is really very important.

The old man said softly at the end, "So tell me, what's more important than this bass? Why don't I give it to you? You can't say, I'm sorry, I won't sell this bass, you won't find me anymore... and don't want to bother me anymore. ”

“I see.” Cheng suddenly took a deep breath, "Uncle, I won't go. I'll keep an eye on you until you're willing to sell it back to me. ”

The old man suddenly opened his mouth and said, “Then follow me. ”

The old man twisted his ass and turned around. Cheng also frowned... and followed him with a hard scalp.

He didn't know where the old man was going, but he just followed him behind his back.

And the mood became more and more anxious... he counted the time and counted the time he could finally catch up with Hung Guan.

Step, step by step is harder than step by step… step by step is heavier but unstable.

……

After the old man walked about a block away, he suddenly stopped and walked into an old house, but he didn't have to follow.

Shortly afterwards, the old man came down with the bag in his hand... Cheng even recognized at a glance that this was the bag used by Hung Guan to carry his bass. He couldn't help but look forward to it. “Sir, you are going to...”

Unexpectedly, the old man didn't say a word, so he carried it on his back, looked in the direction, and went somewhere else.

Cheng was helpless, he lowered his head and sighed. The only way to keep up is to keep up... This bass is on the back of this old man, and he can reach his hands... Push a little harder, as if he could pull it off this skinny old man.

Cheng also considered this feasibility, but also found that the direction of the exploding old man was increasingly far away from the gymnasium, completely contrary.

“Sir, where exactly do you want to go?” Cheng is also about to take two steps, side by side with the old man, “it's been a long time, you have to tell me where to go? ”

“What, you still can't let go of your important thing?” The old man blasted softly, “I didn't force you to follow me? If you think another thing is more important, go away, don't force yourself and embarrass me. ”

“I… that's not what I meant.” Cheng sighed and continued to follow.

He followed, walking through the bustling streets, walking through the city, walking through the remote alleys… this wandering aimlessly, unseen as a destination, which also brought Cheng to an unimaginable level of impatience.

What's the point? What's the point of moving forward like this without purpose? He couldn't see that the old man had a little mind to sell, but was more like letting himself out of trouble.

In the end, Cheng doesn't even know what he's doing.

This feeling seemed to bring him back to the past... after coming out of the former prison, he left the painful old palace of the capital on his way south.

He even had the idea of giving up rock 'n' roll… he even had it earlier than the first band member who said he was leaving. But he didn't tell anybody... he didn't know how to hold on.

Whenever a member of the team is depressed, he always cheers up for everyone... he always says that in order for the dream of a small dream to come true, it is important to keep going on this path - it has gone so far, it would be unfortunate to give up now?

No one is willing to let go… much less abandon the efforts that have already been made.

Not your sweat, not your time.

Do not let the pain you have endured, do not let the tears flow alone.

Just like that, knowing that nothing would come of it, but still holding on numbly.

Meaningless, numb, a waste of time...

It's obvious that if you stop now, if you rush there, if you look at Hung Guan... but feel the moment Hung Guan uses the guitar, you may be able to recover the lost abilities, you can continue to use that guitar, and keep going all the way...

Those who stood by it, those who pursued it, could get it with this guitar.

Clearly... just give up.

There's still time... to catch up, if it stops right here - Hung Guan doesn't know he found it, he doesn't know... he probably won't blame me.

Suddenly stopped.

But it was the old man in front of him, he stopped, turned around slowly, played a lazy arrears, and looked at the distance without expression.

“Sir...” Cheng also frowned and sighed. He was going to say: "That's it, I don't want it.

“Well, here's about it.” The old man looked around.

Cheng also discovered that, unconsciously, he followed the old man to the bridge —— the bridge that connects the two sides of the city.

The old man knotted the bag on his back at this point, and in a stunned gaze, he threw it off the bridge without thinking about it - beneath it, the flowing river.

Watching as that bass was thrown away, Cheng suddenly grabbed the collar of the exploding old man with anger and growled: "You bastard!! What the hell are you doing? What do you want!!! ”

“Didn't you say it was important to you? Then why don't you go find it?” The old man blasted softly: “If you can find it, it's yours. ”

“Are you kidding me!!” Cheng also pinched his fist, “how big is this river! How could I find it!! ”

“Hit me if you want.” Old man whispered, "Things may rush farther when you hit me. ”

Ah--!!!

Cheng also roared. His pinched fist had hardened to its limit. He lifted it up high, but at the moment of the fall it was loosened. Instead, he pushed the old man of the explosion hard to the ground.

Cheng also turned around and rushed to the railing of the bridge, crossing the railing.

Jump!

What the hell am I doing?

But whatever you do, now that you've jumped... find it!

In the water, the brief unconsciousness of the stun caused by falling at high altitude also suddenly exhaled, frantically swinging his arms and floating to the surface of the water.

Cheng Yanya's water quality is not good, and his strength doesn't allow him to look for things in the river like he's doing - it's impossible to find them! Something so heavy, I'm afraid, was already in the water.

It should be possible to think of this… Things are already sinking and should have thought of this long ago. But... but why did you jump?

Without a backlash.

But eventually... it sank into the pitch-black river, and this time, there was no strength to paddle it again.

That's it... that's it.

“Hey, wake up! Wake up!! Idiot! Wake up!!! ”

……

Cough ——!

The throat looks like it's been ravaged by something, and the nasal cavity is even more distressing, and the feeling of Cersei trembling... the whole body is wet.

Cheng also tried to open his eyes and forcefully opened a small gap. All he saw was messy hair - this exploding old man's hair had become wet by the water.

“Sir... cough...” Cheng also rested for a while before sitting up.

He looked at where he was, in front of the river, above the bridge, and this was indeed a part of the pier beneath the bridge.

The man with the blast head was twisting the water on his clothes at the moment, "I didn't expect you to actually jump. ”

“Thank you for saving me, sir.” Cheng sighed, then looked up at the night sky and smiled bitterly: “I have a good brother who says I'm often stupid. Actually, that's true. ”

The old man didn't look back either. "Why, don't you blame me for throwing things away? ”

Cheng was also stunned and then smiled. He lowered his head and said softly: "Throw it away and throw it away. Just now... when I thought I was dying, I realized that maybe it should have been thrown away a long time ago... In fact, it was me who never threw it away. ”

“Really?” The old man nodded and put on the wrinkled plaid shirt.

Cheng also lay down for a while, which seemed more comfortable. At this moment, he looked at the night sky and his heart was calm.

After a while, Cheng suddenly asked: "Sir, what time is it? ”

“It's almost 9: 00. ”

“It's nine o'clock... I don't think I'll make it.” Cheng also laughed and breathed out. For some reason, it felt easier than before. He didn't even want to think too much at the time, just to lie down like this.

“What, you still want to go where you just went? ”

“No, no.” Cheng shook his head, too: “We can't make it... and it's fine now. ”

“Where were you going? ”

“Over at the gym.” Cheng also sat up and looked at the night, but said calmly: “By the way, we really went a long way, sir. ”

“I'll take you there.” The old man from the blast suddenly said.

Cheng was also stunned and shook his head: “No, I'll sit down for a while. I'll just walk on my own later. I'm fine.”

“Don't you really want to go to that place? ”

“Very much so.” Cheng's face was suddenly complicated, but he quickly released a smile: “I'm not afraid of you laughing. When I first followed you, I was still counting the time. I can't follow you anywhere near the limit. I have to go, but...”

He shook his head and didn't keep talking.

“Let's go, I'll walk you there.” The old man stretched out his hand and pulled Cheng up.

“I really don't need it, and I can't make it. Sir, you're wet too. Go home. Don't get cold. ”

“Shut up! Don't bother! The gym, right? I can get you there in less than 10 minutes! ”

“Ten minutes, sir. Are you kidding me? Here... here, here!! ”

He suddenly raised his head and heard it only after seeing the colour shine in the sky... the sound of the tide... the sound of praise.

“Didn't you know the stadium was next to the East Bridge? ”

“The gymnasium…” Cheng also turned incredibly.

It... turned out to be right behind him.

He looked at the courtyard and shone the light of the sky, muttering to himself: "Turns out, it was right behind me. ”