Trafford’s Trading Club

“Sir, your water. ”

The lady from the wedding dress shop arrived with a glass of fresh water and then politely left, returning to the front desk… then, together with her colleagues, sneaked a measure of this silent young man looking over the photo album.

Those are some samples and bound albums from Guests who used to take wedding photos here.

You don't look too old. Don't know if you're old enough?

The two that just came in with him are rare. Nobody, especially the blonde one... is he a hybrid?

This young man doesn't look particularly handsome, but why does it feel like he can't open his eyes when he looks at it?

It belongs to the watch-tolerant type, right? Besides, the more you look at it, the better, right?

……

The topic of the clerk lady is always a question of gossip. But when the electronic bell on the store door rang, they looked out the door at the same time.

One of the clerks smiled and said, “Mr. Xue, Miss Wan, what are you doing here? ”

Xue smiled slightly: “Yes, we intend to come back and look at the dress. ”

He looked at the girl next to him, “She's always relieved. ”

The clerk smiled, “I should! After all, it's a big deal in life, prudence is good. Miss Wan, why don't you come with me first? I remember the wedding dress you ordered had just been modified. I was going to let you know for two days, but I didn't expect you to come. ”

The girl's last name is Wan, Wan Zishan... Wan Zishan looks at Xue at this moment: “Then wait here, sit down or something. ”

Xue said, watching Wan Zishan follow the clerk into the dressing room before randomly measuring the wedding dress store - in fact, for men, there is nothing to see about this kind of place.

He sat down sexually, sitting next to the couch, a young man early this morning.

The young man was much younger than he was, and he was looking over at the album.

When he arrived, the young man raised his head and nodded slightly, saying nothing more. Xue is also boring - waiting for a woman to try on her clothes is always an exercise in patience.

Perhaps talking to the other person could spare time - Xue had long been a member of society, knew how to find a conversation, so he sat down and smiled: “Are you waiting for someone to change? Girlfriend or fiancée? ”

The young man being asked… Lochu raised his head again - it seemed that in places like this that were not friendly to men, the chatter between men and men was rather unusual.

“Well, it's supposed to be someone who's been together.” Lochu gave the answer closest to the status quo.

“Should?” Xue u smiled after a moment of shock. "Yes, no one can say exactly what will happen in the future. The variables are too large. But you can't let the man in there who's dressed up for you hear that and be sad. ”

Lochu turned slightly, “Are you getting married? ”

In Xue 's view, it's a joyful thing, so he smiles with happiness: “Yeah, it's almost there. It's just for the month. ”

“Congratulations.” Boss Lo is not stingy enough to give the blessings to the newcomers, "it is a pleasure to meet someone who can walk into the matrimonial hall in the middle of nowhere. ”

These words… Xue heard a lot - but more from the chicken soup, the public account. But somehow, when the young man said that, he had a very special feeling.

Xue lowered his head, fingers twisted, the color of the gods was a little complicated... he didn't know why he was, he just couldn't help but sigh: “Actually, we met at the right time, everyone just felt right. ”

“You don't like her?” Rochu asked softly.

Xue 21362; shook her head subconsciously, "No, she was the gentlest girl I had ever met, able to tolerate me, and I wouldn't dislike her. It's just...”

Xue raised his head… the young man in front of him, gave him an impulse to talk about something.

He looked at this young man, he didn't even know his name and identity, he looked at each other as if he were looking in a mirror, "Just, have you ever had the experience of someone you've never forgotten? I mean, that feeling of love, it's not about family and friends or anything. ”

“Well, I don't have that experience. But...” Boss Luo thought: “I've met a guest before, and I've missed a woman for a long time. ”

“Guests? ”

Xue 21362; he nodded, "Are you in business? ”

“Well, some business like trading. ”

Xue did not ask more about each other's profession, but said: "What happened to the guest you were talking about? ”

Boss Luo said softly: "Later... I went home and stopped thinking about it. Because he knew that the woman had never actually loved him. ”

“So…" Xue lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, he just subconsciously turned his gaze and looked out the glass window of the wedding dress store.

Look at the old banyan tree filled with ribbons and ultimatums - the wishing tree.

“Do you have a wish on it? ”

Suddenly came the voice of the young man, Xue returned to God and looked at him, revealing a glimmer.

Lo Qiu smiled, “That tree, there are so many wishes, I see you can see into God, so ask again. Of course not. ”

“Nothing, actually.” Xue shaking his head, “are all childhood things… When I was a child, I would do something strange, I didn't want to think only about today, maybe thinking about tomorrow but I didn't know I couldn't handle tomorrow's things at all. ”

“Remember people?” Boss Lo said.

Xue u thought for a moment and suddenly took a quiet look at the dressing room before slightly exhaling, “There is a girl. We went to school together, we went to school together, we had a date, we had a deal for life. ”

Xue shook his head in a general way: “But, this is what was so wonderful... so wonderful. ”

“Breaking up? ”

Xue nodded with his mouth: “We agreed to go to the same university. But then, after the college entrance exam, she was sent to Italy by her family to study… that's all for what she said. It can change a lot over the years. ”

“Have you heard from him? ”

Xue subconsciously said: “None. I've only heard old classmates say that she works in geological exploration and runs around the world, it's hard to find… etc. ”

Xue I don't know why I say so much to this stranger… unknowingly.

Maybe it's just because the other person is just a stranger —— we're all used to saying things to people who are completely strange and don't know who they are.

Like tree holes, like the ocean, like the fantasy of neon lights when you get drunk.

“Am I a piece of shit?” Xue suddenly smiled bitterly and mocked herself: “There are people about to get married, but there are still things in her heart that can't be waved... it's more rubbish. ”

Lo Qiu did not answer, but suddenly said: "This tree seems to be disappearing. ”

Xue stunned.

Luo Qiu glanced at Xue at this time looking back at the past, just across the road at this time came a municipal sanitation car. Some people in uniform came down, and around the banyan tree, a cordon was erected.

Xue til such an act means nothing.

He muttered to himself: “It's too big, it stretches out the road, and it's about to reach into someone else's house... but is it going to be cut off?”

“It should not have started yet.” Lochu said casually, "Just get ready. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. ”

Xue 21362; silent.

Suddenly came a clerk and came to Xue , "Mr. Xue, your clothes are ready, should we try them now? ”

Xue nodded suddenly and followed the clerk with his head down, not knowing what to think.

……

Only after the departure of the municipal car did Mr. Lo retrieve his gaze from the window, while his eyes were covered with a pair of palms.

There's probably only one left in the world to do that.

“Boy! Turn around slowly, that's it, turn around slowly... be good, don't be scared to death! Don't open your mouth, you can't say anything! Don't drool! ”

Saying, Ren Ziling's hands opened little by little.

At the end of the white tile, a figure is slightly lowering his head and holding a bouquet of blue flowers in his hand.

Vintage, hollow lace skirts spreading like lotus leaves dragged a long, pure white, windy, cloudy texture on the ground, layer by layer.

But it's like a fishtail, elegant and touching —— it's called a fishtail wedding dress.

The maid dressed in it, beneath that low, had a shallow smile, and when she lifted her head up gently, the dark blue of her eyes seemed much softer.

She's like a white jade bottle.

Like the Iraqis, on the water side.