Trafford’s Trading Club

Nero found the boss really delicate, at least when she was used to touching her bag, she could still feel the blowing sugar she was used to eating.

After unwrapping the package and chewing it into a blowing sugar inlet, Nero closed his eyes and flattened out the palm of his right hand.

A red airflow emerged from her palm, while the land against her palm began to emerge with some tiny particles.

These are traces of iron hidden in riverbed land.

Shortly afterwards, these iron elements began to aggregate, stretch, change, shape, and eventually become what the Yan Demon Knife was. Nero picked up the whole blade, waved and bounced, and seemed satisfied.

Lochu watched curiously.

Nero shook the Yan Demon Knife on his hand at this time and was quite proud to say: “Everyone in the club thought I was just in first place, but I wasn't. From the second stage onwards, the Yan Demon Knife is no longer confined to the exterior. All Uncle Cook took was an empty shell, but the club had to find out, at least eight times after they failed to find an heir, and they didn't necessarily know that. ”

But Boss Lo just shook his head and watched Nero gather his knife and make a pile of black, autumnal things beside him.

“This?” Nero stunned, then squatted down and began to dig up the nearby mixture of coke and dirt to attach to this stuff, "Uncle Cook was careful, he wouldn't wait until daytime to see if the body was large enough, and if I found one missing, I would blend it. ”

Nero shook his head: “Uncle Cook in that state, I'll see you later... still don't mess around. ”

“You're also very careful.” Rochu exclaimed.

After the arrangement, Nero clapped the stains on the clapper and ran away, digging up a box under a tree - a box that Mr. Lo had given her to save her soul and a small disk to catch the iron whistle, along with a small bag.

“I knew Uncle Cook would have picked my things off, but he was already hiding them. ”

She opened the box used to load the soul, and caught the rest of the soul inside before rushing to the front of Rochu, “This is a fake sanger's, this is a fake squeak, these are healing wounds... ah, it was used up all at once. ”

"You don't have to let me treat you, Yan, the second form of the Devil's Knife, at least you're immortal. ”

Nero shook his head: "But I'm not interested in lying in this wilderness for months, either, and I have to get out of here as soon as possible. And it won't leave any trace of what Uncle Cook found. ”

“Oh, by the way, I think I can get a discount, right? Isn't there anything left?” Nero suddenly looked at Lochu and asked.

“It's just a small matter. Is Miss Nero going to use the discount, too?” Lochu said softly.

“Yeah, what's the problem?” Nero curiously said: "I have the discount, how can I use it is my freedom too? Besides, wouldn't it be easier for you to exploit me if I ran out of discounts earlier? ”

Lochu did not intend to talk playfully to this woman and said softly: "Guest, this is the rest. ”

He also gave Nero a soul light ball.

Nero shook his head: “Use this to buy some good luck… for the mothers and daughters. ”

"Miss Nero is very kind," said Rochu softly. ”

Nero stared at me with dissatisfaction and said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm a woman, too, okay? Forget it, I can't even talk to you, that's all, great boss. I'm leaving... I'll come back to you next time I have no choice, BEY ~! ”

Another worthless kiss for the boss.

Thus, the tyrant of Michal temporarily succeeded in faking his death from the club.

……

……

It was about this time yesterday that Cook, sitting in the room, slowly opened his eyes… at this time thinking of the strange feeling that had happened to him last night, Cook had understood what had happened.

“Just get out of here and save me trouble later.” Cook muttered lightly and at the same time turned his head and looked at the door of the room.

Even before he recovered, as Mark, he had instinctive vigilance, not to mention at this time?

That step of footsteps naturally prevented him from listening.

Footsteps stopped in front of his door for a while, and there was a few small knocks on the door, and Sancho's voice: "Mark, are you asleep? ”

Cook was silent for a while, and he said softly, "What's the matter? ”

Three children, who had thought they would not be able to respond, were disappointed to be ready to leave. But at this point, she turned her head and approached the door again, whispering: “Are you leaving tomorrow…? ”

“Mmm.”

“... will you have breakfast before leaving? ”

“I'll be gone by dawn. ”

“You restored your memory, didn't you? When I came back, you gave me a different feeling," Sanger said softly.

It's really different, whether it's his face or her own feelings, it's different, and Sancho caught something sharply.

“Mmm.”

After thinking about it, she finally got up the courage to say, "Mark. Do you... want to stay? ”

It's been a long time since I heard from you in that room.

Sanger probably knew the answer, and he sat down against the door panel, hugging his own legs.

She wondered whether the man who broke into her life was sitting at the door or leaning in front of it, not to mention what he was thinking at the moment.

After a long time, Sanger raised his head and said softly: “Squeak… it will probably be very sad. ”

Cook's voice came, “Kids will soon forget about people and things. ”

Sanger suddenly turned his head and asked, “What about the grownup? ”

Cook walked through the door and touched the door panel with his palms. “It's been a long time, and so is the adult. ”

Sanger laughed lonely and after a while said, “Yes, if you don't look at the photograph, I'll almost forget my husband's face. ”

Cook didn't talk.

Third Son thought about what had happened during that time, starting with the little squeak in the river and finding this man, until he was forced to live in his house.

It started to feel good to have a man at home... when he was sick... when he didn't depend.

All kinds of times.

Even though the gossip started to grow, more often than not, some of the disobedient laughter came back to this little tofu shop.

“It seems like a lot has happened, like a dream.” Sanger smiled... she remembered something that was once embarrassing.

“Mm-hmm." Cook responded.

For him, what happened to Mark was also a… temporarily unreasonable experience.

“I never thought that much would happen to me. ”

San-er said with his face: “I married a man a long time ago, had a child, and had a good husband. When her husband died, she just wanted to have a big baby. You know, sometimes I wonder, after a decade or so, if I'm going to start marrying my daughter again, like all the aunts in the neighborhood. ”

“More than a decade? It's too early.” Cook said softly,

“Too soon?” Sanger stunned and then giggled.

“What are you laughing at?” Cook frowned.

Sanger laughed as if he was a little fierce. He laughed so hard in his eyes. “I just want to laugh, can't I? ”

“Whatever.” Cook said softly.

“Mark, are you always so cold? ”

'Cause there's nothing to laugh at. ”Cook also sat against the door, as did his back, and he did so subconsciously.

“Are you sure you've never had a good time? ”

“Is there a problem? ”

“No, it's just too pathetic.” Sanger shook his head, "even if I were you, I would have had a lot of fun before. Ah, I miss going to high school... Did you know that one time in high school, a couple of naughty boys in the class quietly stuffed a little yellow dish in the language teacher's textbook, then the teacher's wife found out, heard that he didn't sleep well one night, the next day in class, the boys were directly punished to run in the playground, and said," I won't look at the little yellow dish anymore ”, we all read it, laughed! Why didn't you react...”

Cook said, "What's so funny? ”

"Isn't that funny? ”

Third thought for a while, “Once more, you'll want to laugh this time. Let me tell you...”

Women outside the door talking about the things they cherish about their youth, men sitting in the door listening, always not laughing, but shaking their heads, sometimes simply commenting.

“Isn't this funny?” Sanger asked the same question tirelessly.

“It's not funny. Wouldn't you just tell the teacher? ”

……

“How about this? ”

“General.”

……

For a long time.

Sanger fell asleep in front of the door.

The lights suddenly lit up in the room, and there was a slight continuous sound.

Slowly it's dawn.

……

……

Then Sanger woke up because of the cold air in the morning. She stood up and silently opened the door to the room, which had been empty and empty.

Sanger held his arms gently and looked neatly stacked, like a quilt that had never been used before, as well as clothes that folded well on the quilt, and then walked towards the only table here.

A wooden swan, bigger than a slap, just sits here, cleaning the baskets beneath the table and pouring wood chips.

Sanger nodded on the wooden swan, then pulled the curtains in the room, opened the glass window, and the outside air was cooler.

She leaned against the window and watched as the sun began to rise, smiling slightly.

It's like a current year.