Trafford’s Trading Club

“Haven't seen this mountain in years? ”

In front of the TV, Song San, who was stripping peanuts earlier, suddenly asked the question - watching a little show on TV beside him, and Song Da, who was stripping oranges, couldn't laugh at all. He said, "It's been a few years? ”

The two of them are being arranged to watch a show called the Spring Festival Gala... Although Mr. Blind told them not to wander around, at least they were not treated unfairly on the supply.

But the point is, this equates to a life of solitary confinement, where they seem to have nothing to do but eat, eat and watch TV play on their phones.

The two of them finally realized one thing, is that the blind man named the two of them this time, most likely really just for multiple bags on the road, it's easier to move.

In Wolong Hills, the two of them are probably just a higher role than the waiter here - the tenants here, either of them, seem to have the strength to pinch them.

The outside world is too dangerous, it's still safer in the room... After such an idea was born, Song Da and Song started to live without going out.

In bed, Song San sided, scratched his butt and suddenly said: “Anyway, Da, should we go out for a walk? ”

“To where?” Song Da looked obliquely.

The scope of their activities, that is, inside the hills where they are now temporarily staying, is quite limited, even within the hills.

Song San's eyeballs turned and said: “Should we go see which hole? ”

“Cave Mansion?” Song Daqiao.

Regarding this cave, the two brothers heard something from several well-spoken Taoists… It is said that it was developed not long ago, and then there was an amazing opportunity for people to get a cloud like that.

“Yeah, that kind of hierarchy, if you don't see it, do we come for nothing?” Song San said very seriously.

Song Da shook his head: “People have been developing it for so long, now if we go to see it, what else... do you think it's a novel? And the treasure of surprise stays to let you pick it up. Wake up, you're not the hero's life. Besides, they don't have guards outside the cave? How are we gonna get in there with both of us? ”

“So we just keep watching spring and evening here?” Song San continued to peel the peanut rice and looked at the TV screen.

Song Da also continued to peel oranges and watch the TV screen as well.

There are no small items on the screen that are still on, I can't feel the feeling of the previous year, right?

After a while, Song Da suddenly said: "Shit! People are dying! ”

“Just go!” Song san also sat up with a pat on her thigh.

……

In the other room, not far away, the Baidoo came to Mr. Blind's residence after dinner for another visit - of course, the Baidoo did not come empty-handed, but carried many of the things that Mr. Blind needed.

In addition to the old greetings, there are always some subtle changes between the heavens and the earth at a moment when the end intersects with the beginning. It's like the moment a computer shuts down and restarts, there's always that moment of inactivity that makes people do something.

Think, for example, of something that would become a better spy —— the number of lives.

Mr. Blind had already taken a quick bath and was sitting quietly in the quiet room. He is surrounded by a hundred hijackers offering all kinds of strange things that can provide protection and inspiration… In such a short period of time, these rare things can be gathered, presumably not many people in the whole dojo.

Evergreen tree hijackers, naturally one of them.

“The two little guys you brought, they seem a little impatient, huh?” Hundred Robbers half opened their eyes.

Mr. Blind said softly at this time: “These two are interesting, one of them being a three brother and the other staying abroad this time not coming. But all three of them have a special number of lives, so let them go. ”

The Hundred Robbers nodded and did not say much - although the man in front of them had made a terrible mistake that year, the source of that mistake was essentially just to better develop the current realm of the road, but with a slight deviation of means.

Had it not been for Mr. Qingxia's true intentions, the hundreds of hijackers would not have done so after the catastrophe, in the name of the head of the Taoist Association and Kunlun, who had been able to achieve the result of "going away" in the crusade of all.

Watching as Mr. Blind had sat still and prepared for the reckoning hours later, the Hundred Robbers were also entering a state of sobriety at this time.

There was one other thing he was going to do to get Mr. Blind to help count —— the fact that demons have been missing constantly in recent days.

Many people believe that this is the result of the fermentation of the royal decree, because both sides were in a state of covert friction before the statement issued by the Xuan Palace in conjunction with the Authority. In less than half a month, a lot of resentment was fought...

But at present, let Mr. Blind's business of the seventy-first generation of Heavenly Heaven is related to the dragon vein of Shenzhou...

The seventy-first generation of Heavenly Heaven seems to want to repeat what Mr. Blind did many years ago, which is far more important to the Shenzhou Taoist community than the disappearance of its members.

On balance, at this critical juncture, the Hundred Robbers chose not to distract Mr. Blind.

Autumn of many things...

The hundreds of hijackers gradually entered the realm of things I had forgotten.

Outside the house, the trees were whispered by the wind.

……

……

Master Song can actually cook a good dish. This technique was actually learned by him and his family's cook, Uncle Fourth Uncle.

Perhaps because the place is the ancestral house of the Song family. Perhaps because of the addition of one more member of the family this year, Master Song's spirit has become a little overwhelmed since the preparation, so much so that when the meeting was held, his face was red.

Song Hao ran out of the room a long time ago, but he was always distracted.

As for Song Cherry and Zhang Torui, they only drove back at around 7 p.m. - it's strange that they actually drove Zhang Torui.

Especially the Song bodyguards... Miss Sakura, who has always loved to drive, actually made a good passenger today, is really incomprehensible.

“Not feeling well?” Lochu looked at Song Cherry curiously at this moment.

She always moves a little less naturally as she sits down.

But after this question of Rochu, all he got was Song Cherry's white eyes... always felt like he didn't do something and was shot, Rochu just blinked his eyes and didn't say anything.

Though Song Haoran held the glass from time to time from the table, although Song Cherry seemed to be unable to sit down, Master Song's enthusiasm did not diminish at all.

He told Uncle Five not to follow the rules today, and to sit down and have a few drinks with him.

Drinking drinks, telling stories and stories, discussing festivals is no longer the way it used to be. Special festivals seem to be just a family thing...

But on special festivals, if you can get home, it's probably the most precious thing, right?

Thousands of words do not compare to what Song Tianyu, the head of the family, said to the people: "It is time to eat."

However, the young lady of the Zhang family seemed to be somewhat behind the scenes, probably missing her grandmother at home.

Daddy had a lot of alcohol after dinner. Under Uncle Wu's service, he would have gone back to his room to rest.

Zhang Yuanrui also said goodbye early, probably a room to call her grandmother in the distance or something.

There are only two generations and three young people left in the dining room. For the reason that Daddy Shima was happy, he also drank a lot of the color of red on Song Cherry Face, which looked quite bright, and his eyes were also a little blurred.

Slightly alcoholic women seem to be able to exude some charming aromas and heat.

“I'll leave first.” Song Hao ran to his room in a hurry after sudden remembering something.

Song Cherry held onto his cheek and suddenly said: “Song Hao Lan, this guy always feels a little different. ”

Lochu, who was packing his bowls and chopsticks, stopped to do it. “Different? ”

“Stories, stories!” Song Cherry's eye curtains are half closed, "didn't you feel he spoke very little tonight? ”

Rochu laughed. “He looks good, too. ”

“I can't believe I'm right?” Song Cherry was stunned.

Xingxiao was probably an alcoholic relationship. Song Cherry suddenly stood up and grabbed Rochu's wrist. "Don't pack up, go outside with me to blow the wind, drink a little too much, it's too sad. ”

Lochu stopped and suggested, "It's easy to catch a cold after drinking. At this time, you need hot tea and rest, so go back to your room. I'll bring you some hot tea later. ”

Song Cherry was impatient at this moment: “Another bowl of chopsticks and a cup of tea to deliver water. Uncle Wu's work has made you do it all! Are you my servant? Where's all this bullshit coming from? ”

“All right then.” Rochu looked at the time and nodded: “I'll be right there... I have to wash my hands, right? ”

Pack up the chopsticks and it'll get dirty.

……

But Song Cherry soon regretted the decision to blow the wind because... it's so fucking cold!

Those calories that were emitted because of the action of alcohol, soon let the cold wind take them away, Song Cherry sat on the steps of the gazebo outside the yard, rubbing his hands, after a breath, he had to shake, hug his body.

She muttered: "Dead head, it's been so long, you want to freeze me to death...”

“That's why I suggest you go back to your room. ”

Song Cherry raised his head and saw a coat hanging from Lo Qiu's arm and walked over with a bottle. Wow, the coat was obviously brought to me and delivered to me.

Your body is very honest... Song Sakura put it on without saying a word.

“What is this? ”

Looking at Rochu sitting beside him, Song Cherry looked curiously at the bottle brought by Rochu.

After unscrewing the cap of the bottle, some carrot red viscous liquid was poured out of it, and Lochu sent it to Song Cherry's hand, laughing: “Tomato juice, found in the kitchen, squeezed some, to relieve the liquor. ”

Song Cherry looked at the unknown object with some hesitation. After hesitation, he still drank it with the bottle cap in his mouth. “... It tastes terrible! Why is tomato juice salty? ”

“Probably because of the salt added, but it would work better.” Lochu explained.

“What the devil..." Song Cherry frowned, nevertheless he drank it one by one... like a child forced by his parents to drink bitter pills.

It's so hard, it looks like it's finally finished.

After that, Song Cherry wrapped his coat around him and looked up at the stars... not as good as in summer, few stars.

Song Cherry suddenly said: "Can you play" Goodbye "again? ”

Lochu revealed a surprising look.

Song Cherry turned his head and looked at Lo Qiu. His eyes didn't blink: “Didn't you blow it the last time you crashed? I heard Zhang Tianrui say this song is called" Farewell. "”

“Zhang Yuanrui... Looks like your relationship is really good.” Rochu laughed, "but the song was a little sad. Is it appropriate for a festival like this? ”

“Blow it if you want, where's so much going on!” Song Cherry glared up.

“Okay.” Lochu nodded.

Only this time he didn't go looking for the leaves, but put his hands together and put them on his lips.

Handcuffs.

The fingers began to swing slowly, and the airflow formed a sound through the gap between the palms and fingers, as if it had flowed through the valley and appeared empty.

"Goodbye"

President Song Sakura felt that Lo Qiu was often able to do some incredible things and came along.

Why not?

What an unimaginable guy.

Still, there aren't many stars, but occasionally you see a particularly bright one, and it's easy to look at it as if you're lost. The song that blew out, like a valley wind, listened, and the time seemed to have slowed down.

Even hope time doesn't keep moving.

Song Cherry's eyes gradually closed, his head then leaned against the columns of the gazebo, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

And the songs that the handkerchief plays are gradually dispersed.

Uncle Wu, who had just covered Master Song with a quilt, heard the sound, then stopped and looked in the direction of the sound... I don't know where the song came from, but it was very comfortable.

Zhang Wanrui in the room still whispered to Zhang Li Lanfang in the distance. When the song arrived, he thought about it, but soon he continued to talk to his grandmother, and the lights seemed to fade.

Song Haoran in the cabin, holding an ancient book in the room, watching as he walked, seemed to be thinking of something... just stopped at this time, suddenly walked to the window, looked up at the night sky.

He didn't look at the stars, he just looked at the moon, and then he laughed, and it seemed like he had some new understanding, and he quickly turned a new page.

This year is about to pass.

……

……

10: 00 p.m.

The swing clock in the club lobby rang a bell.

Lo Qiu is back - after sending Song Cherry back to his room, the matter at Song's ancestral home has been closed for a while.

It was just a surprise to Rochu that he had just come back, not to see Yu Night, but to meet a somewhat unexpected guest, Nero.

A lot of times, Rochu actually feels like Nero's a big heart.

For example, Nero appeared slightly worse in front of Lochu at this time.

Looks like he just took a bath, Nero is wiping his hair with a towel down and walking out, "Say, beautiful lady, can you lend me a set of clothes to wear first... Oh ~ boss, good evening. ”

Lochu opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something.

Nero didn't wear any clothes... she even made a mess of it and sneered: “Boss, look at me. Are you interested? Can you sell me a good price? ”

PS1: It's yesterday, 10 o'clock and more.

PS2: Well, I'm a hard-working white stone now.