Trafford’s Trading Club

Nearly early in the morning, the black SUV slowly drove away from the parking lot in front of the park door.

Dae-chul beat up another arrogance… Of course the Black Soul Messenger will not feel destitute - physically, but spiritually.

“Do we have to keep up now?” Dae-chul asked curiously about the 18th.

The 18th finally said: “I admit that I made some mistakes. I did not carefully examine this Golden Master when I chose him, I simply felt that he was okay. But now it looks like he's got at least what he craves. ”

Dae-chul came and said, "What would he want? ”

"A man who doesn't come home at night would rather work alone than deceive his wife not to come home." What do you mean? ”

Dae-chul frowned: “Are you saying... he and his wife are having a bad relationship? ”

"It's normal for men to be greedy and tired," chuckled No. 18. Even without the dreams of the past, it can be largely distinguished. ”

“What is the dream of the past? ”

“It's my power, it's none of your business," Easy Way 18.

Then you say it...

Da Cheol shook his head and rubbed his chin: “But even if you don't want to go home, it doesn't have to be greed and old change of heart. Sometimes a man really doesn't want to go home, he just wants to be alone, okay? ”

“Oh.” The 18th said, "You mean you'll know Golden Lord better than I do? ”

Dae-chul shook his head: “Of course I don't know you... but I do know men, especially married men. For example, simply wanting a space that belongs to a person is a normal thing. Besides, if he's changed his mind, why would he work here? Go to the club and have fun. Aren't you a thief? ”

“If it's true love, there's no deception at all. Deceived, such feelings are no longer pure. Man, there's never been a good thing! ”

Have you ever been inspired...

“Okay, let's not discuss this, okay?” Dae-chul waved: “Anyway, you wouldn't understand that as a man, sometimes you just don't want to go home. I don't know how to tell you, but you don't understand. ”

“Are you laughing at me?” Cold Lane 18.

“No, no, it's just that men know men better," Da Cheol hastily said. “In other words, are we going to keep up or not... we're going a long way. ”

……

……

Bamboo groves make their moves the lightest and lightest… usually at this time, back home.

But a pair of slippers have been placed at the door, and the entrance lights are on at this time, and probably never thought about turning them off since they opened.

Bamboo Forest silently put on his shoes, looked at the food covered in a veil in the living room, and walked into the bathroom to take a bath.

Then he went back to his room and still relaxed his footsteps as much as possible, even lying on the bed like he was careful.

The phone rang the time, but it didn't bother his wife. Because he knew she was out early in the morning.

So his day, at 5: 17 a.m., was over.

……

She starts at 7: 00 in the morning.

Wake up, see the husband next to you, then wash up, then prepare breakfast, because knowing that no matter how late the husband returns, he always goes out to work on time during the day, the wind and rain are unobstructed, when he is not on vacation, he is never late.

Then she'll go to work.

At 7: 40, she was ready to go out, and she wrote a note on the table remembering breakfast —— of course, all the food she had left last night had been thrown away.

……

At 8: 30, the cell phone bell rang, Bamboo Forest opened some blood silk eyes, rushed to wash clothes, clothes on the hanger were ready to be worn today, even the tie had been lined.

Then he frowned, switched one from the closet, picked up the briefcase and hurried out.

The door closed and the bamboo grove walked out, but suddenly it opened again and came back, picking up a piece of baked bread from the table before leaving the door.

It's 8: 45.

……

At 8: 50, she opened the door to her ceramics class and started waiting for students to come to class. She's a craftsman, and this classroom is where she met her husband.

The first student arrived, an elderly woman, with a strong family, but also came to pass the time.

“Teacher Yu Ching, what can I do for you? Shall I help you? ”

“No, why don't you get yourself ready?” She… Her name is Hou Chen Yilian.

Hou Hechen.

He followed his father's name and his mother's, as if it were because his father could not earn her mother's money, so his mother's name was still ahead of him.

“Teacher Yu Ching, why haven't you seen Sister Li and Miss Zhang today? ”

“Today... Mrs Li said she was going out to dinner with her husband today, so she wouldn't come. Mrs. Zhang wanted to say that she was going to accompany her son to see the piano teacher today, and she didn't come.” Hou Chen Yu thought about it and responded.

“Oh, well, I'd like to ask Li to join me for lunch. What a shame... Teacher Yu Ching, why don't we go out for lunch at noon? You're not coming home at noon anyway. ”

“Sure.” She didn't think much of it and said yes.

She's also afraid of being alone… alone for dinner, lunch, or dinner.

At noon, two women, more than a decade old, spent a little time in a nearby restaurant, a match, not a match.

It's the parents' short story, it's really nasty.

……

1: 43 p.m.

“Manager, the box is here. Let's eat first! ”

My colleague is called Xiao Wang. One person came back with a whole group of people's boxed rice in his hands. Everyone was stirring up.

Bamboo groves carry lunch boxes and continue to conceive small details. He swallowed a bite of white rice, remembered something, and asked, “Tboy, is that model sure to be here at 3: 00 in the afternoon? ”

“Well, she promised me she'd come.” Tboy hastened; “the newcomer, taking this opportunity seriously, should not dare to be late. ”

“That's fine. If there's no problem with real people, get out tonight.” Bamboo Grove nodded and ate something else.

But he doesn't know what he's eating, and eating is one move.

This is the pineapple he never liked.

……

At 7: 30 pm, Hou Chen Yucoln took it home with him, ate, watched TV, watched TV bath, then read a book, finally got sleepy and fell asleep.

It's 12: 15 p.m., it's her day.

……

Today's supplementary shooting did not go well. Real people did not have the ideal photograph, so they were rejected by the bamboo forest, and eventually they could not help but entrust another day.

At 3: 30 in the morning, a little early, he went to bed again gently.

His day is over.

……

One day.