Trafford’s Trading Club

Natasha's sister's name is Yuna.

Yuna's muscular atrophy was discovered five years ago, after a period of treatment, but with little effect. Subsequently, the high cost of treatment eventually crushed less affluent families.

Both sisters' parents, while alive, are farmers living in remote areas. Both parents only knew that two women had found a decent job in the big city and did not know about Yuna's illness.

Yuna is a dancer who once had a lot of opportunities to get on the top stage and is a little famous in the circle.

By then, Natasha had just graduated from college and started working for a company, and Yuna had bought her own home locally thanks to her efforts.

I was going to fight for another year or two, and after saving up a little more, I brought my parents in —— but everything turned to the abyss of despair because of Yuna's illness.

Later on, Natasha's work appeared to be decent, but she was also very nervous each month, as she sent a living allowance to her parents in addition to the cost of treating Yuna.

To that end, Yunatho sold the house and the two sisters moved to Chinatown, which was relatively inexpensive to rent.

The day gradually stabilized, except that her legs could not walk normally, Yuna had become accustomed to the fact that she was halfway sighted than before and needed to lean her head back in order to be able to talk to others.

I'm used to sitting forever more than standing.

I'm used to not thinking about the stage.

In fact, Yuna doesn't think she's miserable, but at least she has a sister who can't help herself.

However……

However.

Think about it, Yuna suddenly doesn't want to be in this room —— there are so many memories between her and Natasha. Their laughter and laughter have been everywhere in this humble house.

Eating, watching TV, washing dishes together.

Natasha wipes her back when she changes her clothes.

Chat with her insomnia until dawn, then watch Natasha rush out with two dark circles.

I learned to cook a Chinese dish from a Chinese family downstairs, waiting for Natasha to come home from work.

New Year's Eve windows look at the bustle of Chinatown.

So she opened the door and left the place hard.

……

The door is hidden and can be opened with a gentle push. So Song Dae's eyebrows were wrinkled —— he started calling Yuna by her less skilled localization at the door.

In fact, as a martial artist, Song Da, with exceptional hearing and sensory abilities, can easily feel that Yuna is not in the house.

He was just a little worried, so his mind was a little confused and it was difficult to stay calm.

“No need to shout, there's no one in the house.” Mr. Blind took a look at Song Da now, "she should have just left. Since she's inconvenient, she can't get very far. Go find her. ”

Song Dalian nodded quickly, "That blind man, wait for me in this room now! ”

“Go on.” Mr. Blind nodded.

He hasn't really met Yuna, so many of the tools that can be used to find people cannot be used - the means that can be used and are not worth using.

He was studying Natasha's changes as a living corpse, sort of with Natasha's causes and consequences. I came with Song Da this time to understand the cause and effect.

If it can be cured, it will be cured. If it cannot be cured, it will be compensated a little bit. If it is taken back, the cause and effect will disappear.

After Song Da left, Mr. Blind sat quietly in this room and carefully considered some things - he went to a cold house last night and discussed some things with Master Song before he went to bed.

When he heard that Mr. Blind also intended to return to the country, Master Song promised not to say anything and promised to arrange everything so that Mr. Blind could arrive comfortably.

The cultivator practises the law of matrimony. In fact, it is true. Especially since the local heavens and earth lack spiritual energy, wealth is especially important - in fact, over the years, by the Song family, Mr. Blind has received a lot of precious training resources.

This reminds him that when he left China, traveled everywhere, floated across the sea, he was still sitting on a smuggled fishing boat... that feeling was really bad.

It still feels more comfortable flying.

“On February 2nd, the dragon looked up. Did you really find the missing dragon vein this time...” Mr. Blind muttered to himself and began to pinch his finger, seemingly calculating something.

And this scene, naturally, falls into some sight on the rooftop of the building opposite —— the observation of Lochu.

Combinations like Song Da and Mr. Blind naturally make Lo Qiu curious - and the two of them come together in exactly the same place as Chinatown.

Lochu's gaze looked down at this moment, and Song Da walked out of the apartment building and started walking in a hurry in the street, seemingly looking for something.

At this point, Rochu looked at his phone again, and on the mobile navigation map, the marked red dot was still moving at the moment… but it seemed to be spinning around and around the neighborhood a large semi-circle came out.

“Looks like it's going to go around. ”

Lochu just glanced at it and didn't keep following it.

At this time, on the roof of the building, his gaze was wide open and he could see most of China Street… Song Da was staring in the crowd, while on the other side, a woman with crutches was also walking in a bump.

Before he became a club owner, Rocho was a very good timekeeper - by looking at different kinds of people.

Actually, it was a whole day of insanity —— that period of experience made Rocciu practise a strange feeling that he couldn't even say clearly.

Unsurprisingly interested in something, if you continue to focus on it, you will often see many unexpected things… In general, Ren Ziling has said that Lochu is more like a dogs team than she is, and is a natural journalist.

It's just a pity Rochu doesn't have any interest in interviewing people.

The woman walks into a tea house that runs in China Street —— one of the features of a teahouse is that the customer can drink tea while watching a big show.

……

……

Although this is a Chinese expatriate theatre teahouse, the troupe invited here is not a well-known group.

However, for foreigners and Chinese people on this side of China Street, they probably invited a set of theater flowers, and the boss made a few more prominent slogans, which would be considered famous, right?

Obviously, this is a very effective tool - at least, this teahouse is still lively today, despite the fact that most of the Chinatown shops have been poorly run for almost half a year.

“Yuna, are you here again? ”

Visitors to the tea house saw a woman moving in with a pair of crutches, hurrying up - not all the people working on China Street are Chinese, and there are many foreign employees here.

Miss Zhike is such a group, in her thirties, full-bodied, wearing a large red cheongsam specially customized by the owner of the tea house, very impressive.

This informer and Yuna have known each other for some time. She herself lives in Chinatown, and the place she meets Yuna is the vegetable market at the end of Chinatown.

Yuna has a regrettable past because of her inconvenience, so it's easy to attract pity and sympathy - in fact, Yuna gets a lot of help in China Street.

It's just that I'm not my own family after all, and a lot of help is actually limited.

“Yuna? You look bad today?” Miss Zhike reached out and held Yuna, walked in with her and sat her down.

Yuna is a regular visitor to this teahouse, and in her spare time, she will come to this place by herself to watch the theatrical performances here, often all afternoon.

But she will leave on time —— she will leave at dinner time.

She often laughs and tells Miss Zhike that she thought of a good note today and should be able to give Natasha a delicious meal... very enviable, the two sisters.

“I want to be alone for a while.” Yuna said softly, "Don't tell your boss I'm coming. ”

“This... okay.” Miss Zhike nodded her head, "I'll get you a glass of water. ”

In fact, in addition to meeting Miss Zhiqi here, Yuna and the owner of this teahouse also knew each other —— the owner of this teahouse even wanted to pursue Yuna intentionally, but she never accepted it, and they became good friends.

So every time Yuna comes here, she gets a separate bakery —— or the owner of the teahouse leaves it especially for this friend.

The owner of the tea house is still not dead... Miss Zhiqu thought so.

But she wouldn't have told the teahouse owner to come because of this... Yuna seemed so worried, she probably really wanted to be alone and look at something she liked.

Remember Yuna once said that she was very envious of the flowers on this stage.

Miss Zhike soon brought a fresh water and placed it on the table, when Yuna had leaned against the window and looked silently at the stage below.

The drums are ringing, and a play has begun.

Miss Zhike quietly quit this little room on the second floor.

Yuna looked and a tear slipped... this place was the only place she could think of to escape something.

But here she remembers a lot more easily.

“Excuse me, excuse me. ”

All of a sudden, a man's voice came from outside the independent kitchen… Yuna rubbed her eyes with her hands and turned around.

Only a car filled with steam cages was seen, first crossing the bead curtain and pushing in, then a young man in a teahouse staff uniform.

It must be Chinese too, looking at the colour of the skin and the colour of the hair - Yuna doesn't really know the nationality of the Asians, it's really hard to tell if they don't talk about it.

But she doesn't think there's such a young employee in this teahouse… Is it just recently recruited?

Probably, Yuna thinks she hasn't been here in half a month.

If you were an old employee, you wouldn't just walk in here... Yuna shook her head and looked at the young man and said: "I'm sorry, I don't want to eat for now, go home. ”

“Miss, aren't you hungry?” The young man smiled and suddenly opened one of the steamer cages in the car.

Speaking of which, this teahouse is a really weird combination, and there are people down there singing the drama, and there are a lot of people in the lobby pushing cars to sell food —— it's a broad snack.

The young man opened this cage with shrimp dumplings in it.

“No, I really can't.” Yuna shook her head.

The young man sighed at the moment: "What a shame, there may not really be anything you like to eat here. ”

Yuna only wants this newborn boy to leave as soon as possible, and God has become a little impatient.

But the young man is still a god: “Well... don't you know what you like about this young lady? Please let me know if I can and I'll have the kitchen added next time. You know, the Guests' opinions are also very important to us. ”

“No, really not.” Yuna secretly frowned.

The young man was able to stand the patience of the child... or rather, he was very nagging, and still insisted at this moment: “So... where's your friend, miss? You always come with friends, don't you? If you know what your friends like, I'm sure you can also improve customer satisfaction with us. ”

“No!”

“So, what about family?” He suddenly asked.

“No...” Yuna just spit out a word, and the whole person stood up. She sighed and raised her head: “Do you have a small shanghai bag? I... my sister loves this dish. ”

“Of course." The young man glanced at the many little steamer cages in the dining car and finally picked one up from the corner and placed it in front of Yuna.

He began to place the bowls and chopsticks stored in the diner cabinet, and clipped a small bag in the steamer into Yuna's bowl, and finally made a gesture to please, and the service was quite in place.

Yuna looked at the small bag in the bowl... and didn't do it. She looked up subconsciously at the young man in the teahouse.

“Try it," he said. "It's just made, and it's probably the best time. ”

Yunamo nodded his head and slowly put it in his mouth, clamping the small cage with chopsticks unskilled. She took a small bite, chewed it in her mouth and then swallowed it.

After a while, Yuna put down her chopsticks and looked at the young man, revealing a smile worse than crying. “Yummy. ”

“As long as you're satisfied.” The young man smiled, "so I won't bother you with your meal. ”

Watching this young man pull away, Yuna subconsciously shouted at him and said the names of several foods, "... do you have any of these? ”

“Yes.” The young man nodded and then removed the corresponding steamer from the dining car.

Yuna sipped and began to eat, gradually eating more.