Trafford’s Trading Club

The sign is gone.

When Lao Feng returned to this old house, he could no longer see the sign he had put in front of the door.

He used to be a tailor, and he separated the living room from where he lived as a place where he could tailor clothes for customers and sew by himself.

Because there are many finished products displayed on the facade of the living room, the living space is naturally much smaller.

However, Lao Feng was only taking his elementary school daughter with him. Although the space was not large, the father and daughter could always find a place to play.

Although the signboard was gone, Lao Feng still found the key in the gap above the iron gate... When he touched the key, Lao Feng felt joy for a moment.

But this joy soon gave way to melancholy.

The door lock is still the same as before, and the key is still the same key. It seems that nothing has changed—the only thing that has changed is that no one lives in it anymore.

No one has been here either... Xia Man probably hasn't come back either.

Sitting on the dusty old-fashioned leather sofa, Lao Feng silently looked at the room and the hangers with ready-made clothes hanging in sets.

They are like grass.

Lao Feng suddenly laughed.

He remembered what happened when Xia Man was young.

He remembered that his daughter would always hide behind those clothes. You never knew when or where she would suddenly jump out from somewhere, and then rush towards you all at once.

In this small, even narrow space, his daughter once rode on his shoulders, and the father and daughter walked through every inch of this small house.

And just in the corner of the corridor of this small house, there are also shallow scratches one by one.

They scratch every half a year, every half a year.

Old Feng squatted here and reached out to touch these scratches. These scratches he had made with his own hands were proof that Xia Man had grown taller.

One night, Lao Feng didn't even turn on the light.

Although he also wondered why the water and electricity had not been cut off after so many years away. When he turned on the faucet, what came out was tap water that was almost like sewage and full of rusty smell.

The reason why he didn't turn on the lights was that Lao Feng didn't want people to know that there were still people living here... Even though more than ten years had passed, the people who lived here had already moved away.

When he came back, he met some people nearby who he had known before, but it seemed... they failed to recognize him. Perhaps they had never thought that Old Feng, who should not have appeared, could still walk here freely like this.

But it's better to be careful.

But Lao Feng still made up his mind to clean up the dust in this house, as well as the tools he once relied on to make a living.

He is a tailor, and although some things have not been touched for more than ten years, it does not mean that he can throw them away casually.

Everything here is the same thing as everything he could remember during this period.

Old Feng worked until midnight and fell into a deep sleep without realizing it... This was the most peaceful sleep he had had in more than ten years.

I don't know why, but when the sun shines in, Lao Feng even feels reluctant to get up.

Even though he has become accustomed to waking up on time over the years.

It seemed that he had overslept. When Lao Feng looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning.

This is simply unbelievable... But at this moment, before Lao Feng could wash his face, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

This made his heart skip a beat... Who came back to this place?

There shouldn't be anyone here.

Although Lao Feng knew that he could come out thanks to that mysterious shop, he didn't know what was going on in prison.

Maybe the prison has noticed that he is missing, or maybe they are here to... arrest him!

He couldn't guarantee that the shop would always be able to protect his safety. Lao Feng made a prompt decision and directly picked up the tailor's scissors, held them tightly in his hands, and approached the door of the house.

The knocks on the door became louder and louder, and a man was heard talking: "Excuse me, is anyone here? Is anyone here?"

Old Feng frowned and approached the small hole in the door, wanting to see who was standing outside.

He...why is he here?

Old Feng didn't feel that he was so dim that he couldn't see clearly who was standing outside the door... The person outside was his daughter's fiancé!

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Old Feng gritted his teeth. He knew that it was best for him to remain silent. Perhaps Zhou Zihao would leave without being called out... But in the end, he had no choice but to keep silent.

He wanted to know, he wanted to understand what this man...the man his daughter had chosen looked like.

He wanted to feel for himself what this young man was like.

"Who is outside?" Old Feng said calmly through the door.

He knew that by speaking here, he was taking a huge risk... the risk of exposing himself as a prison escapee.

But he was desperate, driven by his innate instinct as a father.

"Great! Someone is here!" Zhou Zihao in front of the door showed a smile at this time, "When I went upstairs, I thought no one lived here anymore, but I didn't expect that there was still someone!"

"What's the matter with you?"

Zhou Zihao had no choice but to face the old door and said, "Oh, that's it. Are you the master here? I heard that there is a tailor with good craftsmanship living here. I'm getting married soon, so I want to find a good one." Master, make a good wedding dress for my fiancée!"

"You...how did you know this place?"

"I saw it on the Internet." Zhou Zihao didn't hide it: "Actually, this place is too remote, it's not a street shop, and it doesn't even have a signboard. Unless someone mentioned it online, I'm afraid I can't find it. of."

Online?

Strange... Old Feng frowned and felt something sensitively.

But he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, opened the wooden door, looked at the young man outside the iron gate, and said calmly: "You can come in first and then talk."

"OK!"

Zhou Zihao walked in with a hint of expectation... As soon as he entered, he saw a variety of Chinese clothes displayed in the living room.

There is also a workbench set up here, a very old-looking sewing machine, some rulers, needles and thread, scissors...

Zhou Zihao has grown up abroad since he was a child, and has rarely been exposed to these things that seem to exude the flavor of age.

They were like old silhouettes, spread out in his sight.

"Master, what's your name?" Zhou Ziling asked politely.

"I..." Lao Feng sat down while looking at Zhou Zihao, "My surname is Zhou."

When Lao Feng said this, he silently said sorry to the brother in prison and borrowed his last name for the time being.

"It turns out to be Master Zhou." Zhou Zihao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect that we still have the same surname! My surname is also Zhou, Zhou Zihao!"

"Zihao, Zihao, Zhou Zihao." Old Feng whispered the name several times, then nodded and said: "Well, the name is not bad, and your appearance is not bad."

Zhou Zihao suddenly felt something strange in Master Zhou's eyes... Who knows what this strange look was about. He was just thinking, maybe these old masters have some weird tempers, right?

"You said... you want me to make a wedding dress for your fiancée, right?" Old Feng then stared at Zhou Zihao and asked.

Zhou Zihao nodded and said: "Well, yes! My fiancée likes Chinese wedding dresses, but she seems to be dissatisfied with it after looking for some designers. So I thought, I can find some masters like you who can make it. to the right one.”

"Since we are making wedding clothes, why don't you bring your fiancée with you?"

Zhou Zihao shook his head and smiled shyly: "I wanted to give her a surprise. To tell you the truth, I came here quietly without telling her. I was afraid that if I found her and didn't like her again, I would make her unhappy. .”

Old Feng stared at Zhou Zihao for a while, then nodded slowly, "Well, you're not bad."

Zhou Zihao always felt like he had seen this kind of gaze somewhere... similar to the first time he met his fiancée's parents, uncle and aunt of the Tao family?

"Uh... By the way, master, do you have any pictures or anything like that here?"

To avoid embarrassment, Zhou Zihao hurriedly said: "I want to take some back to see if they can tempt my fiancée... Uh, I'm talking about pictures of finished wedding dresses and the like? There should be some. Right? Is it convenient?"

"Just wait for me." Old Feng nodded and walked to the former workbench by himself.

But after thinking for a while, he didn't take out the old album he had kept.

Instead, he sat down and took some manuscript paper. After pondering for a while, he started to draw on the manuscript paper with a colored pen.

Soon after, Lao Feng brought these manuscript papers to Zhou Zihao, "This is probably the style. You can take it back and show it to your fiancée. If she likes it, you can come back to me."

"Well, I think so!" Zhou Zihao glanced at it casually, feeling that there was nothing special about these images... or maybe he didn't understand them very well.

"However, I have a condition." Old Feng said slowly: "If you want me to make you a wedding dress, you can only do it by yourself next time, and you are not allowed to reveal where I live."

"This..." Zhou Zihao was stunned for a moment, then said in deep thought: "Master, if we agreed beforehand, you can't guarantee that my fiancée will like this, right?"

Lao Feng took a deep look at Zhou Zihao and said calmly: "She will like it."

"We'll talk about it later." Zhou Zihao didn't agree immediately.

Old Feng said: "Remember, if you want to find me, you can only come to this place alone, and you are not allowed to reveal this place. Otherwise, you will not find me again."

Zhou Zihao didn't care either.

Sure enough, these old masters have very weird personalities.

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After turning over the last day of August, a few days later, the city became sunny again.

I heard that there was a typhoon a few days ago and it was rainy.

Such good weather is rare, and it seems to be a good sign for the freshmen who are about to start school.

The little girl walked out of the station carrying a big luggage bag. She saw many young people standing with signs from such and such a school. It should be those senior brothers and sisters who help new students.

But she didn't go up to ask immediately. Instead, she walked to the third exit and stood there obediently, as if waiting for someone.

The little girl looked around, then suddenly stopped, moving her lips slightly, showing a hint of surprise.

She did not wait for the acquaintance she had agreed with, but instead waited for another acquaintance she had not made an appointment with... an unexpected person.

During that summer vacation, a young guest came to the vacation home run by her family.

Just at exit three, Lu Yiyun saw Luo Qiu.

The little girl suddenly remembered the blue star flower he had given her.