Trafford’s Trading Club

Lao Feng remembered that the last time he took an elevator, it was before the city's period of large-scale development, and the elevators at that time were far less advanced and quiet than they are now.

The 27th floor is not just a short distance away.

There was still some time, so Old Feng looked at the steel plate inside the elevator. It's smooth enough here to be able to blur a figure out.

Although he had arranged his appearance over and over again when he went out, Lao Feng still couldn't help but look at the blurry figure, adjust his tie, and try to see more clearly, his hair Is it a little messy?

He had never been so nervous.

When there was a ding from the elevator, Old Feng took a deep breath, put on a mask that could be purchased at an ordinary pharmacy, then held on to his newly bought glasses and walked to the door of a house. , pressed the doorbell.

He seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, every beat very clearly. His fists also tightened and relaxed, then relaxed and continued to tighten, wondering if there might be some moisture.

This little wait was like time being infinitely slowed down until the moment the door finally opened.

"Ah, Master Zhou, you're here, you're so on time!" Zhou Zihao opened the door and looked at the old master, "Why are you wearing a mask?"

Old Feng let his voice become slightly hoarse and said, "I have a slight cold. But it's not a problem."

"Zihao, is that master here?" Tao Xiaman also appeared behind Zhou Zihao. The girl looked at the old master in front of her with a smile, tilted her head slightly, and had an indescribable feeling. .

"Stop standing around and come in first." Zhou Zihao said directly at this time.

Tao Xiaman nodded, "Master Zhou, right? You sit down first and I'll pour you a cup of tea."

"No, no need." Old Feng said softly: "My throat feels uncomfortable, so I'll try to drink as little as possible today...I'll take the measurements and leave."

Tao Xiaman didn't pay attention and just welcomed people in with a smile. Zhou Zihao pushed her from behind and said, "I found this master after a lot of hard work. Don't make things difficult for others."

Tao Xia rolled her eyes at her fiancé.

She looked back at the old master, and found that he was staring at her intently. When their eyes met, he immediately moved away and began to sort out the leather suitcases in his hands.

"It's been a long time since I've seen these old-fashioned things." Tao Xiaman seemed to be pulled into memories, a little dazed.

"Right, it's quite tasty." Zhou Zihao smiled and said, "You don't know, there are more in this old master's house. I feel like I don't want to leave even if I stay there. It smells old-fashioned. "

"Really? I would also like to take a look when I have the chance." Tao Xiaman said with a smile.

At this time, Lao Feng coughed slightly, holding a measuring ruler in his hand, walking over with his head lowered and saying: "Let's start measuring. Turn around, I will measure the height first."

Tao Xiaman also turned around.

Old Feng slowly lowered his body and put down one end of the ruler. He looked extremely attentive, holding the scale on the ruler inch by inch with his fingers, looking at its numbers one by one.

Write slowly, one word, with special force.

"Open your hands and now measure the sleeve length."

Tao Xiaman opened her hands, looked at her fiancé and smiled and said: "You know? This tailor-made feeling is really great... By the way, Master Zhou, can you make it in time? One piece. Handmade phoenix gown skirt, it takes a long time, doesn’t it?”

"I'll definitely catch up, don't worry."

"That's lucky for you." Tao Xiaman said with a little gratitude... She knew very well how long it took to make a handmade phoenix gown skirt.

Although as a businessman, when faced with this kind of question from customers, he will definitely give such an answer. But for some reason, Tao Xiaman had the feeling that what the old master said was more like a declaration than a promise.

It's strange... but it feels like something I've experienced before.

Soon.

"After measuring it, I will get the finished product as soon as possible, and then bring it for you to try on and make any modifications." Old Feng turned around silently and said softly while arranging his tools.

Looking at the back, Tao Xiaman said subconsciously: "Master Zhou...have I seen you somewhere?"

Lao Feng's hand suddenly became stiff, but it quickly returned to its natural state.

"Whether this place is big or small, I can't tell if I've touched it before."

"Yes." Tao Xiaman smiled, feeling that he had asked a boring question.

But she couldn't hold back and asked herself another question... Subconsciously, almost out of the blue: "Master Zhou, how many years have you been a tailor?"

"It's been decades."

"You... do you know a tailor? He seems to be a tailor who makes cheongsam for people. His surname is Feng." Tao Xiaman paused, "I said, it happened a long time ago."

"I don't know him." Old Feng didn't look back: "Since you know an old tailor, what else do you want from me?"

Tao Xiaman quickly waved his hands and said: "Master, you misunderstood. I don't have any objection to you, I just want to ask... I like those manuscripts you drew very much, really! Really! Besides, I miss that Feng The master probably hasn’t been a tailor for a long time."

"I will make the sample as soon as possible, and I will notify you in advance if there is any news."

Lao Feng packed up his tool box and left step by step without looking back, without saying goodbye.

The way back is as long as the way back.

…

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Seeing Xia Man staying alone on the terrace and looking at the city, Zhou Zihao hugged her gently from behind.

"Nothing, just think of something." Tao Xiaman said softly.

"Still thinking about what happened to the master that week just now?"

"A bit... I don't know if the finished product he made is good or not."

"Could it be that, as the designer said before, girls who are about to get married are more nervous?" Zhou Zihao asked, leaning on Tao Xiaman's shoulder: "I see that you have been a little absent-minded these past few days."

"You're the one who's neurotic." Tao Xiaman shook his head and suddenly said, "Zihao... What would you do if I kept something from you?"

"Well..." Zhou Zihao thought for a while and said, "Is there anything else you're hiding from me? From the moment we met, you confessed that you were adopted by Uncle Tao."

"But you don't know what happened before I was adopted, do you?"

"I'm not interested in knowing." Zhou Zihao gave this answer: "In other words, I'm not interested in knowing until you are willing to share it with me. Because..."

He turned Tao Xiaman around and said softly: "I know the person standing in front of me is the Xia Man I like, so it's no problem."

"Sweet words." Tao Xiaman shook his head, but lowered his head, leaned on the other person's chest, and whispered: "Give me some time..."

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"Well, this old man's craftsmanship is really good."

The maid lady was looking through the clothes hanging on the hangers, sets of clothes that had been dusted for a long time...in this old house.

Of course, the owner of the old house itself had already left the house long ago.

Luo Qiu is very aware of Youye's temperament... In fact, she is very picky about food. In her long life, she has probably seen too many beautiful things. Naturally, the number of things that can catch her eye gradually decreases with the passage of time.

"Then wear it and see." Boss Luo suddenly said.

The maid turned around and looked at her master in confusion.

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "The old man didn't come back so soon. He just put it on for a while, so there's no problem."

Youye picked a plain white square-breasted cheongsam and opened the simple curtain here for guests to change clothes.

Luo Qiu began to turn over the things here, those clothes, those old manuscripts, the scissors placed here, the sewing machine here... There were shallow scratches on the corners of the wall.

The club owner slowly closed his eyes.

He could hear the laughter that once sounded here. He finally came to the wall and looked at the photos posted on the wall.

Probably it's Lao Feng's habit. Whenever he completes a customer's clothes, he always asks the customer to put on new clothes, leaving a silhouette and posting it here.

The photo has long been yellowed, but it has also been wiped down again... This place actually looked particularly clean as soon as we entered.

After looking at it, Luo Qiu reached out and gently took down a photo posted on the wall.

He heard the sound of the curtain being pulled at the same time, and he knew that Youye was already behind him... She must be very beautiful, right?

But Boss Luo didn't look back, he just looked at the photo in his hand and showed a gentle smile.

"Master, what is this?" The maid took a look and found that the woman in the photo had a very beautiful smile.

She is a gentle woman.

"My mother."

I only heard Luo Qiu whisper: "She has been here before. This is the dress she wore when she married my father. There are photos of them in my old house... It turns out that she also got married here. Clothes." (To be continued.)

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