Trafford’s Trading Club

In front of the amusement center, Shen Meixuan did not dare to approach her son.

Why is he looking at this place? Shen Meixuan also looked along his line of sight, looking at the signboard that was no longer lit in some places.

It has a history of about ten or twenty years, right? This place seems to be the childhood memory of a generation.

But with the process of urbanization, the emergence of more entertainment venues, and the development of more large-scale amusement park theme parks, this place has long been no longer what it was before.

Its lights seemed to have become dimmer quite reasonably. As for recruitment, it has become yellowish.

This was the first place she took her son to play after coming to this city. The silent gaze evoked Shen Meixuan's memories...and perhaps her son's memories as well.

"Do you remember this place?" She walked gently to her son's side.

But she didn't get an answer. He stood here quietly, rarely blinking his eyelids, looking at the yellowed sign... Would he be thinking about something?

Shen Meixuan suddenly had an impulse. She grabbed her son's arm and led him into this deserted amusement center that seemed to be going out of business at any time.

Perhaps, this place can bring back more memories for him and even bring him back to normal.

With such expectation, she couldn't help but move faster.

The inside of the amusement center seemed even more deserted than the outside. Most of the machines are shut down. At this time, there was only one shooting machine, and there was an old man who looked quite energetic standing in front of him, skillfully refreshing the score on the scorer.

The coin seller seemed to be dozing off, facing such a deserted voice - even if there was business, he didn't have any enthusiasm at all. He mechanically counted the game coins, collected the money, and continued to doze off.

Shen Meixuan didn't care about the deserted place and the bad attitude of the coin seller.

Instead, she felt a little lucky... No one noticed, which was actually a good thing for her. At least no one would notice anything unusual about her son.

In front of a machine that beats turtles, Shen Meixuan tried to remind her son of more things.

"Do you still remember? When you first came here, you played this kind of game... Well, although this machine is different from the original one, do you still remember? At that time, you played for an hour. I don’t want to leave at all, and I’m still making trouble.”

But her son did not react, as if he had heard, or as if he had not heard at all.

But she didn't lose heart. She grabbed the hammer hanging in front of the machine and handed it into her son's hands. She also saw that her son did not hold on tightly, and the hammer suddenly fell to the ground.

Shen Meixuan picked it up again, and the hammer fell from her son's hand again.

Pick it up, drop it, pick it up, drop it.

Repeated again and again, Shen Meixuan's eyes were full of perseverance, and she did not show any impatience.

She felt incredible. In recent years, as the business of the contracted factory gradually declined, her temper seemed to be increasing day by day, and she gradually became impatient.

But now, while doing this repetitive, monotonous, boring, and even uncomfortable thing, she didn't have any dissatisfaction.

Finally, when her son learned to hold the hammer tightly, Shen Meixuan was happy from the bottom of her heart. She began to teach him how to use the hammer to hit the turtles that started to flash.

One by one, it seemed very clumsy, and the score was naturally terrible... But just holding her son's hand like this, she felt a kind of happiness that she had not experienced in a long time.

She recalled the past... a long time ago, when her son was a child.

She always took the trouble to teach him how to walk over and over again, and she always taught him how to bab with great patience - at that time, there was never any irritability, even if he only learned to walk one step, even if he just learned to speak. One unclear word was enough to make her happy for most of the day.

Until this moment, Shen Meixuan suddenly realized that that was the happiest time in her life.

Worldly wealth, hope for a successful child... When had she forgotten this original, purest happiness?

That day, the day he came to this world, the day his little palm opened slightly in front of her eyes...why could she forget those things?

Shen Meixuan didn't know when she stopped. Without her guidance, her son's hand stopped holding the hammer.

She blamed herself, felt crazy guilty, and choked with sobs as she spoke: "I shouldn't just focus on business, and I shouldn't force you to study like this...I..."

After all, she couldn't go on. The weakest parts of her heart seemed to be pierced by something, and they were stuck in her throat, and they all stung.

Silent tears.

Suddenly her hand fell down, and the hammer hit one of the plastic turtles on the head - it was her son's own hand.

But he still didn't speak, his eyes were still dull, he was just moving like this... But this simple mechanical movement was enough to make Shen Meixuan see the light of day, and she couldn't help but look at it in a daze. With this young face.

…

"Two bottles of Coke, ten yuan."

"Give."

Time passed quietly in front of the old turtle-beating machine for more than an hour... It was even the time when the amusement center was about to close.

Shen Meixuan walked quickly towards her son... Even if she just saw him from a distance, she felt satisfied and her whole heart seemed to be filled.

Why, in the past few years, have I forgotten this feeling?

But she quickly stopped - in front of her, a woman in a black dress was walking towards her.

Shen Meixuan was startled. If she remembered correctly, she should have met this woman once in front of the hotel... But why is she here?

Shen Meixuan lowered her head subconsciously and walked past the other party, but the moment she walked past, she heard the voice of the woman in a black dress.

She said: "Why not let him be buried in peace?"

Shen Meixuan stopped for a moment and turned around in a panic - she was sure that she had never known this woman and had only met her once, but why did she know this... What else did she know?

"You...who are you?" Shen Meixuan said cautiously, "Have you been following me?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's you who matters."

The woman in black clothes shook her head and said: "I don't know what method you used to make him become what he is now. But do you think this is really good? He is so dead, why bother? His peace.”

"What do you know!" Shen Meixuan became excited for a moment.

The other party sighed and said: "I am also raising some children. They are even more important to me than my life... I understand how I feel as a mother."

"You understand... If you understand, then don't stop me!"

"But you have to know that your son's body is full of corpse energy... This is not a good thing for you. Over time, you will have physical problems."

The woman in the black dress seemed a little intolerant, but she continued: "Listen, he might become a zombie... That's a state you absolutely don't want to see."

Shen Meixuan looked at the other party more warily, "I don't know you! I don't know what you said! Please don't harass me! I've already lost him once, and I can't let myself lose him again! Now that you understand You should understand how a mother feels!"

"Why are humans always so stubborn?"

She could only sigh, but she quickly smiled wryly and said with a self-deprecating tone: "But I'm not qualified to say anything to you... I also have a stubborn streak. So, I'll live above you. If you have If you need anything, you can knock on the door of my room. Hopefully, such a day will not happen."

"You...who are you?"

"Heishui." She whispered: "My name is Heishui."

She hates humans, and her presence here does not mean that she agrees with humans. She just feels compassion... and stands in this position as a mother.