Trafford’s Trading Club

Luo Qiu and Song Hao appeared laughably in front of the restaurant door, and coincidentally, they also happened to meet Song Cherry here.

Song Cherry's attitude shouted very well at Uncle Song Hao Run, then he hummed to Lo Qiu and turned around and ran into the dining room.

Master Song hasn't arrived yet. There are many rules of the ancient family. For example, before parents arrive, the younger generation cannot eat first.

It seems to be to leave Luo Qiu aside. After Song Haoran and Luo Qiu also sat down, Song Cherry immediately moved the stool to Song Haoran's side to talk about things.

“Up and down? Oil, gold?” Song Haoran listens to what Song Cherry feels incredible, he feels incredible too!

“Yeah! These things don't go away, there are a lot of little things. ”

Song Cherry seemed in a really good mood at the moment, "You don't know, until I came to the restaurant, I had received more than a dozen phone calls, all to give me good news. It's my lucky day! ”

“Speaking of which, I was in a good mood.” Song Hao Run laughed, “You two are discharged from the hospital today. It is true that people are happy. That seems to be true. ”

Although they were discussing it, Lochu thought of talking to Mr. Blind in the Spiritual Hall.

This adds some power to the fragrance, it seems to be a bit big...

“Oh, it's all here. ”

At this time, Master Song, accompanied by Uncle Wu, also slowly came out, but did not see Mr. Blind. After Song Tianyu sat down, he looked at these grandchildren and gave them a friendly smile. "Before eating, I said something, listen to me. ”

Song Cherry has just moved the stool back to his position... Song Tianyu is a very disciplined person and naturally wants others to follow the rules.

“Dad, what's up?” Song Hao Run asked curiously.

Song Tianyu said at this time: "I have set a date for going to China, a week later. The main reason for this return is to sacrifice the ancestors. We haven't been back in years. We don't know what the ancestral tombs of the Song family look like now. ”

“Sacrifice? All of a sudden?” Song Cherry stunned - she also went back once to the ancestral tomb of the Song family, or was it when she was a child?

“Nor is it temporarily determined," said Song Tianyu at this time. “In fact, after Hao Lan found Lo Qiu, I had this idea. Well, things are pretty much handled here, and our traditional New Year is coming up, so I'm going to go back to China for a New Year's Eve. ”

Song Cherry frowned: “But Grandpa, I still feel too sudden. You know, if you go back there, there will be a lot of people watching. Besides, the business of the group could not have been handled so quickly. And that thing at the hospital..."

Song Tianyu smiled. “Don't worry about these. I'll arrange for someone to handle them. As for the group, you can arrange to tell the general story, and go out for a while and the whole group won't get messed up. ”

Song Cherry nodded, “Okay, I'll start scheduling later. ”

She knew that once Song Tianyu made his decision, it could not be changed, which was the undiminished dignity of the whole Song family.

At this time, Song Cherry glanced at Lo Qiu, who looked innocent across the street.

Luo Qiu beamed for a moment, the newspaper smiled and Song Cherry teeth itched.

“Rochu, do you have a problem?” Song Tianyu suddenly asked.

The sacrifice of the ancestral tomb, the scripture and earth righteousness, there is no reason for Rocchu to refuse, and Solomon nodded directly to agree... so I'm afraid we'll have to move the club again.

However, the club itself is a place to move around, and, as Unight has said, there has been a period of time since taking office and running around the world.

“Where is the ancestral tomb of the Song family?” Rocchu asked the question accordingly.

“Tyan of Shandong.” Song Tianyu smiled at this moment: “Our grandfather was actually near Tarzan, but few people knew that. Because in my father's generation, we were basically operating in the South, and we started again from the South. ”

Lochu nodded and expressed understanding. It's just... Tarzan's words seem a little coincidental. It's not long now, until February 2nd.

“Rochu? Luo Qiu?” Song Tianyu suddenly screamed a few words at this time. “Is there a problem? ”

Mr. Blind said in Lingtang, let Song Tianyu remember. Though it seems quite calm now, attention to Lochu is already inevitable.

There is no doubt that Master Song is unwilling to let the Song family's blood split apart. Even if Lo Qiu is not a noble man, he will keep the child alive for the rest of his life. If the child has some ambition, he will try to achieve this ambition.

But now, knowing that Lo Qiu can bring great luck to the Song family, Master Song's thoughts are naturally more intense and more concerned about Lo Qiu's own thoughts - he did not think that Lo Qiu would leave the Song family.

“Nothing but a sudden reminder that I haven't been to Tarzan.” Rochu smiled casually.

“Well, you can take the opportunity to take a good tour.” Song Tianyou laughed, “If you can, you can also call your father to fill the house. Since you married our Song family, you should have her share in the sacrificial journey. ”

“Think about it.” Lo Qiu did not refuse a word, but rather thought with interest, I wonder how Ren Ziling would react if he found an ancestor like the Song family after knowing he had come out for a spin?

Probably, it'll scare the shit out of you.

“Fine, you have your own thoughts, I won't force you.” Song Tianyou nodded and patted the board: “Then this matter has been settled. Prepare to eat. Today the kitchen has made a lot of delicious food, eat more. ”

Song Cherry did not raise his hand to say that dinner was finally ready. Hail and other words, he just felt that his grandfather's attitude towards Lo Qiu seemed much better.

It's already tolerant enough, it's almost drowning... damn it!

……

……

“Fruit, fresh fruit! Banana cucumber carrot! ”

“Hemp, hemp, authentic Chinese snacks, hemp! Genuine twist! ”

The crowd screamed —— over this street called Chinatown. This is the only place where Song Da feels a little bit like home.

Not too thick, of course.

Just seeing a lot of Chinese makes sense - of course, Song Da didn't come here for shopping.

Natasha's ID was removed from her clothes and Song Da looked at the door number in front of the building.

The house is very low rent and there are a lot of locals or foreigners who work here. Song Da did not expect that people who would go to vineyard wine parties would actually live in such a relatively civilian place.

“... 121, here?” Song Da raised his head and looked at a five-story cement house.

Most of the construction in China Street is just a few floors high, so the concrete house in front of it doesn't look special - and the specific room number, Song Da thought about it for a while and eventually decided to go in.

But at this point, a woman, 24 and 5 years old, just walked out of the hallway. This woman's eyebrows are a little like Natasha's.

The woman's movements remained unchanged, with crutches in her hands, and she was walking down the stairs with difficulty and care. Song Da frowned, but at this time, the woman's crutches were empty. She instantly lost her balance, and the whole person watched as she was about to roll down the aisle.

“Careful!” Song Da slipped up and grabbed the woman steadily.

A pair of crutches slipped down the stairs and landed on the street outside. Song Da glanced at the woman and only saw her pale face. It seemed that she had not rested well for several days, and even had a worried look.

Song Da took the woman down, leaned against the bottom of the stairs, and helped her pick up a pair of crutches again.

“Thank you." The woman lowered her head and walked away from Song Da.

“Where do you want to go?” Mr. Song asked consciously.

“Find someone.” The woman flew back and quickly said, "My sister's been missing for days, and I'm going to find her. ”

Song Da chased after him, he already had some speculation in his mind, just trying to prove something, “Your sister's name, isn't it Natasha? ”

“You've seen her!” The woman suddenly grabbed Song Dae's arm with excitement, "you saw her, didn't you? ”

Song Da looked around and nodded, “I do have some news about Natasha, but can we find somewhere else? This is not the place to say things. ”

I'm not a teenager here anymore, and Song Da has not been very proficient in the language here - although there is no pressure to listen, it is still somewhat substandard and slow to speak.

The woman hesitated for a moment.

Song Da had to take Natasha's ID out. At first glance, the woman shook her hand slightly. She suddenly fainted after taking Natasha's papers from Songda's hand.

Song Dayi was shocked and hurried to catch it. He glanced at the woman's closed eyes, then pinched her wrist and touched her forehead again... the woman's body was hot and seemed to have a high fever.

……

I don't know how long it's been since she opened her eyes slowly and looked around —— this is her room, but why did she suddenly come back into it?

She held her body up with her hands somewhat confused and sat up... she suddenly remembered something and hurried to pick up the cane she had placed beside her bed. She was just too anxious, the cane didn't hold steady, and she snapped and fell to the ground.

“What is it?”

After the sound sounded, the door of the room opened suddenly, totally strange to her, and the bright man appeared in front of her, making her scream in horror, picking up the alarm clock on the bedside table and throwing it out, "Who are you! Why in my house! ”

“Miss, it's me!” Song Da hurried to catch this alarm clock, "it's me! We met downstairs... Remember? ”

The woman relaxed a little this time and grabbed the quilt quickly.

Song Da slowly said: “You suddenly fainted and had a high fever, so I sent you home. Oh... I found the key in your wallet with the room number on it. ”

“But you...” The woman looked at Song Da in astonishment... or at the way he was dressed at the moment.

There was a woman's apron on Kui Wu's body - because his body was so strong, it looked rather small after he put it on, and his head was wrapped in white cloth. Plus... with a broom.

“This?” Song Da looked at the broom on his hand, "It's a little long and a little boring. It seems like you haven't cleaned up in a long time, so I couldn't help but move my hand... rest assured, I haven't moved clothes or anything! ”

“Natasha...” The woman whispered suddenly.

“What?” Song Dayi shrugged and silenced down.

The woman's voice trembled: “Natasha... tell me, her... her news. I… I have the psychological preparation… I saw the news, and I know about the vineyard castle… ”

Are you calm?

No, Song Da looked at the woman holding the quilt and her hands trembled extremely hard, and knew that she could never be calm at this time.

Song Da took a deep breath, unwrapped his apron and took off his shoes outside the door before walking into the room.

“Your sister, she, unfortunately, died in the fall of the castle.” Song Da looked at the woman, she lowered her head and shook her shoulders suddenly.

To make Song Da happy, the woman did not look into his eyes - Song Da is not a person who is not used to lying.

He went on to say, "I'm sorry that when we found her, your sister's body had been struck by a fallen stone, and we were only able to find her identification, which was her only relic. ”

The woman did not speak, she did not cry, she sat down with her head down as if it were just an empty shell. Song Da shook his head and gently put the alarm clock back on the nightstand, then put down Natasha's ID as well.

Song Da quietly walked out of the room and closed the door.

The moment after the door closed, he heard a scream, followed by a howling cry, the sound of a broken sorrow. Song Da frowned and walked into the kitchen.

After crying for a long time, the room was quiet at this time.

After a while, Song Da came out of the kitchen with a short bowl of stuff - some of the Chinese medicine he later bought at a pharmacy on Chinatown to cure the fever.

Song Da quietly opened the door of the room and found that Natasha's sister had fallen under the bed by now, and the whole person had passed out again.

Song Da had to pick her up and put her back on, cover her cup, and feed her this bowl of medicine.

I think I'll wake up tomorrow and get better, but heart disease is not a cure... Song Da sighed and started measuring things in this room.

There are several photographs of Natasha and the woman on the bed, from childhood to the girl, to a nearby photograph.

Later, Song Da found the original diary on the table... Song Da hesitated and opened it and looked... he could only hear and hear, it was difficult to read and write.

Under no circumstances, Song Da could only take out his phone, use the translation software, and read the diary little by little.

“… if I may, I wish I could go onstage again. ”

PS: There's a second one later... don't wait, you can watch it tomorrow.