Trafford’s Trading Club

"Meimei, today I..."

"Xiaoman, I have something to do today and I have to leave early."

"But, didn't we make an appointment..."

"My mother is here to pick me up. Goodbye..."

"Oh fine."

She was still a child, still Feng Xiaman, with her hands hanging on the shoulder straps of her schoolbag and her head lowered. She said to herself: It’s nice to have parents to pick up and drop off people from school.

If it was a month ago, there would probably be someone standing in front of the school gate waiting for me right now, right?

Although his hands are very rough, they are also big hands and can always hold his little hand tightly.

Feng Xiaman walked through the crowd, she needed to walk quickly. But no matter how far she walked, some sounds could reach her ears.

"Don't talk to her tomorrow, okay?" said her parents as they were picking her up from school.

"If she plays with you, remember to say you have no time, you know? If she won't let you go, tell the teacher!" Another parent picking up and dropping off from school also talked to his child in this way.

And... similar words, even worse words.

"Don't play with a murderer's child. You're a good kid and that's a bad kid."

Yes, there are always such ugly things to say.

She could only cover her ears hard and run around the corner... to escape from all this.

…

"Xia Man, Xia Man? Xia Man?"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

Tao Xiaman was startled and subconsciously looked at her fiancé, who was also her college classmate in Los Angeles. They met, got to know each other, fell in love, and unknowingly they have reached the present moment, about to enter the palace of marriage.

"What's the matter? The designer is asking you something." Fiancé Zhou Zihao smiled and said, "They are asking you how the dress you designed looks like."

"Oh... I'm sorry, I just got distracted." Tao Xiaman looked at the designer he was negotiating with apologetically.

The designer, who was in his thirties, had his own family, and was somewhat famous in the industry, gave an understanding smile, "It's okay, it's easy for girls to lose their minds before marriage. When I got married a few years ago, She is also nervous and often distracted. At this time, Mr. Zhou must coax your future wife well. "

Zhou Zihao smiled honestly and looked at his fiancée with a look of happiness and satisfaction.

The designer continued: "Ms. Tao, according to your request, I have produced three renderings of the dress. What do you think?"

Tao Xiaman then looked at the design drawings in her hand again, and then she remembered that she suddenly became distracted while looking at the second design drawing.

"Well... I want to think about it again." Tao Xiaman hesitated for a while and then said suddenly.

The designer was stunned and had to say: "Don't Miss Tao like this kind of traditional Chinese wedding dress that combines Western concepts?"

"No, no..." Tao Xiaman quickly waved her hands and said, "It is indeed very beautiful, but I still want to think about it."

"That's it..." the designer smiled: "Indeed, after all, it is a lifelong matter, so of course it needs to be considered carefully. Well, Miss Tao, I will go back and change it now. What do you think?"

"Sorry to trouble you." Tao Xiaman nodded.

Zhou Zihao quickly took Tao Xiaman's hand and walked out of the store and walked towards the parking place. At this time, he suddenly asked softly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I see that you are not in good spirits."

Tao Xiaman shook his head and said, "Maybe it's because I just came back and it's not suitable for the time here."

"Well, then get more rest." Zhou Zihao didn't think much about it... He really didn't sleep well last night.

Although it has been more than a week since I came back.

While calling Tao Xiaman to open the car door, Zhou Zihao said, "But, I thought you would like this kind of traditional dress."

"Why do you say that?" Tao Xiaman asked curiously.

Zhou Zihao smiled and said: "Do you still remember last Christmas? You walked through a clothing store that day. I saw you staring at the cheongsam in there and you couldn't walk. This designer was introduced by one of my senior brothers. It was given to me, so I told her to try it with the Chinese version first. I originally planned to give you a surprise, but I didn’t expect to make you unhappy."

Tao Xiaman was a little touched, patted Zhou Zihao's hand and said: "I'm not unhappy. It's true that I like Chinese food, but..."

"Just what?"

"It is very difficult for a girl to find a Chinese wedding dress with phoenix gown and skirt that she really likes in her life." Tao Xiaman shook her head and said, "I don't want to give in..."

"Hmm... That makes sense." Zhou Zihao nodded slowly, "Let's do this. Anyway, there is still some time. If this doesn't work, let's find something else? By the way, when will uncle and aunt come back?"

"Next week."

The car left slowly.

The old man didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't choose to walk out until the car had completely left. The old man has never been so excited in all these years.

The joy of seeing Xia Man and the unrecognizable restraint also made him feel tormented at the same time.

But Lao Feng took one last look at this dress shop. For him, it was still good after all.

Because my daughter is getting married soon.

For a father, there is nothing better than this.

…

Lao Feng quickly put on his hat and mask and left the place.

He didn't know how he got out of that high wall.

The only thing he knew was that when he came to his senses, he was already standing on the street.

What he was wearing was not a prison uniform, but a set of simple casual clothes, and he also had some money in his pocket. Not much, like a few hundred yuan.

Then, he saw with his own eyes that the girl was taken out of the car by the boy and walked into the dress shop... The moment he saw the girl, Old Feng knew that this was his daughter.

It's an innate feeling, unmistakable.

Lao Feng even found a note with a certain address written on it from the pocket of his clothes: Tao Xiaman's address.

He once learned from the employees of that welfare institution that the family name that adopted his daughter was Tao.

Lao Feng only felt that he had encountered the most mysterious thing in the world... But even if this was just a dream, he was willing to get stuck in it.

Don't want to wake up.

Perhaps, he should cherish this little time and go hide at Tao Xiaman's address to see more of his grown-up daughter.

But after feeling melancholy for a long time, Lao Feng decided to go back to his home first.

That old house.

…

…

In the evening, after talking on the phone with Tao Xiaman, Zhou Zihao calmed down.

He loves this girl more than everything about himself.

He tried his best to give her the best.

Although this is a wedding banquet held here, it is mainly to deal with the relatives and friends of the man and woman here, and after the marriage, they will still settle abroad.

Zhou Zihao can't sleep a little. Is it because of jet lag? Secondly, I’m afraid it’s what happened during the day today.

Zhou Zihao started browsing Zhihu to see if there were any posts introducing dresses in this city.

It had been more than half an hour, but he hadn't found what he wanted.

Zhou Zihao just wanted to give it a try and posted a question: Where can I find an experienced and skilled Chinese cheongsam master?

Of course, it was just a try, and he didn't expect to get the answer right away.

Zhou Zihao himself also laughed a little, and turned off the headlight, intending to take a good rest... Unexpectedly, there was a message prompt.

His post was actually replied to. Zhou Zihao quickly turned on the light and took a look.

A D named lq wrote this: I heard that more than ten years ago there was a tailor with good skills who specialized in custom-making cheongsam and other clothing. He lived at No. 33, Lane 2, Jihua Road. Now I don’t know if it’s still there, but you can go and have a look.

"More than ten years ago?" Zhou Zihao was stunned, thought for a while, then got up and wrote such an address on a note.

…

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Zihao rubbed his eyes. He seemed to have slept well last night and felt full of energy today.

He glanced at the note he wrote on his bedside table, thought for a while, and then called his fiancée.

"Hey, Xia Man, I made an appointment with some old classmates for dinner today, so I won't be able to accompany you in the afternoon." Zhou Zihao said apologetically: "We just started chatting last night. I watched it too late, so there was no quarrel." you."

"Oh, it's okay. You haven't been back for a long time, so you should meet your old classmates. I have a report to rush here, and I don't have time to go out today. Be careful on the road, especially when driving. The driveway here and Los Angeles is different.”

Zhou Ziling chatted for a few more words, then tidied himself up and drove out.

The target displayed on the car navigation is: No. 33, Lane 2, Jihua Road (To be continued.)

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