Trafford’s Trading Club

What's in the bathroom is a big, short, red plastic basin. Hot water fills this ubiquitous basin.

When Dae-chul walked in, he could see the warmth and neatness.

He looked at this big basin on the ground, and there was no doubt how tempting it was to take a hot bath in this cold weather.

Dae-chul looked at the hot water in the basin and was stunned.

In a hot water basin, it suddenly swung around… From the middle, a small ripple spread, as if it were a rainwater spill on a calm surface.

One lap at a time, the water in the basin started to become turbulent, and they were already hot, but now it's like boiling again!

Oscillating, oscillating, oscillating, oscillating water flowers suddenly splashed out of the basin, a little water flower instantly splashed onto Dae-chul.

It's like being shot by Mars in a burning firewood, a burning sensation that causes Dae-chul to shrink his arms. His whole body was stuck in the walls of the bathroom, and in the cold weather, his forehead seeped a wet sweat.

Knock knock.

Suddenly came the sound of knocking on the door, Da Zhi suddenly trembled... the boiling water had restored calm at this time, and those bouncing water flowers seemed to have never existed, except the mist of heat.

It's like a hallucination.

At this point, the outside of the bathroom sounded Rocchu, “It may be a little dirty inside, I'm sorry I didn't have to clean it up. And then I found a new towel, and of course it's been here for years, and it's not new, but it's probably unused, so I'll have to use it first. ”

“No, nothing...” Dae-chul replied with a voice in the bathroom.

He took a deep breath and allowed his voice to calm down, responding quickly: “Whatever. ”

As he said, Da Cheol stuck to the wall, and just like that, he spared the past from the big basin.

After he quickly took off his clothes, he took the towel and did not touch the hot water. He simply unscrewed the tap and began to wipe his body with cold water.

Cold weather, Daechul's breathing was like a drowning man, making it difficult for him to breathe.

……

When Daechul came out of the bathroom, the towel was on his shoulder casually. He was wearing a little vest and a coat.

He found Rocchu cleaning in the living room, and some of the things had fallen out of the old closet, and they were on the coffee table.

Lochu looked at Dae-chul and laughed: “The four seasonal flowers in the yard should have blossomed recently. I picked up some hot tea and had some. ”

“You're welcome.” Dae-chul nodded his consciousness.

It felt strange that this guy, although a little related to him, was related to his ex-wife only before she divorced him. But now it has nothing to do with it —— in fact, Dae-chul has heard that his ex-wife has such a relative, but rarely deals with him.

Dae-chul can't even touch whether he met this afterlife in front of him or not... maybe there was a time during a New Year's visit when everyone had dinner, maybe not.

For so long, he can't remember many things, not to mention the fact that even relatives are now difficult to calculate.

“Are you all right?” Rochu looked at Dae-chul, stunned, and asked.

“Oh... nothing.” Dae-chul shook his head and had an impulse to drink this hot tea.

But throwing some fresh caught laurels in the hot water is something that Dae-chul can't touch on the edge. He always felt that it was only women who should have sex.

However, this taste turned out to be very good… really good, this is the most intuitive feeling Dae-chul has had after a sip.

He held a very ordinary glass in his hands, even just in time. It seemed like a warm current spread from his palm to his body, dispelling the cold air of the cold water he washed, “This tea...”

“I put some sugar in the kitchen.” Rocciu whispered, “Don't you like sweetness? ”

“No, no... no.” Dae-chul shook his head, "pretty good... pretty good, thanks. ”

“Would it be uncomfortable?” Lochu suddenly asked.

Dae-chul stood still and saw Rochu stretching his finger a little bit of his own neck position.

Dae-chul then subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, with some raised flesh on his rough skin -- a scar that came out of his chest.

Dae-chul shook his head: “It's okay, it was a long time ago. ”

“That's good.” Lochu nodded and picked up the chicken duster and started sweeping the corner of the TV cabinet.

The way he concentrated made Dae-chul feel like he didn't exist. He couldn't help but ask: "Well..."

“Just call me Rochu. ”

Dae-chul hesitated: “You… don't want to know how I got this wound? ”

"Do you want to talk about it? ”

Da Cheol opened his mouth and carefully drank the cup of laurel hot tea in his mouth. The light sweetness didn't seem to be honey, and he didn't know what other good sugar could be found in the house, which kind of fascinated him.

After all, Dae-chul said, “When I was young, I didn't know what to do. It was chopped up. Down the road from the neck to the belly..."

Da Cheol shook his head and shook his breath for a long time. Leaning on a painted bench made of long lychee wood, he looked at Lo Qiu and smiled bitterly: “I really thought I was going to die like this. At that time... you must have been 17 years old? Sometimes I think about it now, it's been so long, and I'm... getting scared. ”

“That's very dangerous.” Lochu nodded, stopped his hand and added some new hot water to Dae-chul.

Dae-chul always felt that such hospitality was too luxurious for him.

Luxury makes him… he doesn't know how to face it. He could only hold the cup with his hands so hard that he feared that he would suddenly slip away from his hand.

Dae-chul suddenly remembered something, "I remember, does your dad seem to be a cop in a big city? ”

“He's gone.” Lochu looked at a black and white photograph hanging from the corner of the living room… that was the only photograph his father had taken with his grandfather when he was little, before he was born.

“I think I've heard it too...” Dae-chul nodded, "It's not easy for you either. ”

Lo Qiu said softly: "It's okay, it's going to be okay. ”

Dae-chul stopped and suddenly asked: "Like you, son of a cop, wouldn't you have any opinion of a prisoner like me? ”

"But you're out now, aren't you? ”

You're out, that's not a prisoner anymore.

You're already out...

This phrase was repeatedly echoed in the mind of Grand Philosopher, causing him to panic.

“I... I'm tired. ”

Da Cheol stood up hastily, flashed his eyes and rushed upstairs, “Don't worry, I'll leave in the morning, I won't disturb you... Finally, thank you for your tea. ”

Dae-chul took the teacup and left it with him, and put it on the stairs like that.

Lochu looked at the ceiling, probably the grocery room, and said softly: Good night.

After that, Rocchu raised a pile of dust and walked toward the kitchen —— there were doors in the kitchen, in the back yard, putting some garbage, something like that, probably.

As he passed the bathroom, Rocciu took a look… a full basin of hot water had not moved.

“Mmm…”

……

……

Before the heavens lit up, Daechul quietly walked out of the kitchen, overturned the short wall of the yard and walked silently.

He took everything he had with him - including the paper skins used to treat it as a seat.

But he left a note: I hope Lochu doesn't tell anyone what he's been here for, and promises never to go back inside.

At dawn, Lochu opened the door to his old home.

He remembered one summer vacation when he was a kid, and if he saw it from here early in the morning, he could see a field of rice directly ahead.

There were many people who woke up earlier than him, and there were no new houses on the other side of the village highway.

It was just as early as this, when the doors were open in front of the house, people could always be seen.

He walked towards Grandma Haru's house, knocked a few times, and opened the door to his cousin's wife.

The aunt looked a little panicked at this moment, like she was frightened.

“What's the matter? ”

“Lo Qiu...” Auntie stopped talking and got nervous again. Finally, she opened the door directly, “I don't know how to say it, see for yourself. ”

Auntie walked into the house with Lo Qiu, cousin walked around in the hall right now, anxious face... the house smelled like smoke.

At this point, a short figure came out of the kitchen - Grandma Haru.

Grandma Haru's face is not very pale. Instead, she has a faint red moisture, and her spirit looks pretty good.

Grandma Haru's hands held a bowl bearing the pattern of a big chicken male. She smiled. “Come on, I made noodles and had breakfast. ”

Where like a dying man.