Trafford’s Trading Club

Her foot injury gradually improved.

From that day on, she did not live in the house belonging to the Tao family here, but moved back to this old house.

There has been no human habitation for a long time, and it is quite troublesome to get water and electricity. But she has a fiancé who is willing to go both ways.

Zhou Zihao no longer lives in his own house and lives here with her.

They both waited here for a tailor master day after day, but they didn't wait for him day by day. At dusk, Tao Xiaman would always take Zhou Zihao to the small noodle shop not far downstairs.

I ordered two bowls of noodles, one bowl of shaved noodles and one bowl of noodles with toppings. Women always like to pour all the toppings on the toppings in front of men into their own bowls.

Later, Tao Xiaman would occasionally run into Meimei passing by while taking her children to buy groceries, and then the two of them would chat, and time would seem to go backwards as they chatted.

Regressing again and again, I don’t know where it started, and I went back to the days when she was still young and she was still young.

But she still didn't wait for the young man to show up, nor did she wait for Master Zhou to show up.

She had to leave this place where she lived for a few days...the former, present, own house. Because her arranged wedding date has arrived, and many things need to be prepared.

This is enough to keep her busy, after all, it is a major event in life.

Carrying a bag of luggage, Tao Xiaman finally closed the gate himself, then stood on tiptoe and put the key in the small gap above the gate.

Accompanied by Zhou Zihao, she left here... No. 33, Lane 2, Jihua Road.

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Lao Feng likes to sit on the playground at sunset and watch the sunset quietly. In the world of old people, they always like to think of themselves as the setting sun.

It's old age.

His heart was as peaceful as a burning cloud in the distance. And his life in prison seemed to have returned to the same state as before, unchanged... but there seemed to be some changes.

Of course, it didn't mean that, day by day, Fatty Zhang would always find opportunities to pester him, calling him master back and forth, asking if he could learn other skills instead of learning the embroidery needle skill.

Of course, it doesn't mean that the inmates' attitude towards him has changed a lot... or even respect.

Old Feng estimated that these strange things probably happened after he left. He later pieced together a completely different life of 'Old Feng' in prison from Zhou Xiaokun's words.

But despite this, it was not something that Lao Feng felt had changed.

He has been much quieter recently. He, although at night it was still the same as before, he had to look at that old photo to fall asleep, but his obsession disappeared unknowingly.

In his old eyes, the fire clouds would change with the wind, bit by bit, like ribbons... like ribbons on a grand wedding.

"It will be tomorrow." Old Feng murmured to himself.

Then Lao Feng began to move his lips slightly, and a figure emerged in front of his eyes. He saw the mysterious boss who had given him so much.

At dusk, the boss watched the sunset with him.

suddenly.

"Old man, tomorrow is the deadline for your transaction." Luo Qiu said softly: "If you wish, you can still go out tomorrow and enjoy the final content of the transaction. Of course, if you still decide to stay, we will still Receive your transaction fee.”

"No." Old Feng smiled, "No. Zhou Zihao is very good, I'm relieved. The family who adopted her must also cherish her very much. Her wedding tomorrow will be very good. That's it. That's enough."

Luo Qiu nodded.

He stood up, bent slightly towards the old man, and said softly: "I will comply with the guest's wishes, old man."

Old Feng shook his head and said nothing.

"But." The owner of the club said at this time: "But thank you for giving me a good memory. The next thing is my personal gift. Please enjoy it... my most respected guest."

"Huh?" Old Feng was stunned, but when he blinked, the boss in front of him had disappeared.

He was confused, but the sky was already getting darker. Lao Feng knew it was time to go back to the cell.

But before he returned to the cell, a prison guard walked towards him and said, "Feng Guichun, someone wants to see you."

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On the way, Lao Feng followed the prison guard with mixed emotions. He remembered what the mysterious boss had said, and he had some guesses in his mind. He couldn't help but ask: "Private, who wants to see me?"

"It's Private Lin who wants to see you." The prison guard said casually: "Lin Feng from the Criminal Police Brigade of the police station, Private Lin."

"so……"

The old man nodded and laughed at himself randomly... He had some ideas, but it seemed that he was overthinking it.

Inside the special interview room, this is a special interview room used by the police when they come to interrogate prisoners. It was here that Lao Feng saw a young man in his mid-twenties.

I think it was Lin privater.

"Officer, why are you looking for me?" Old Feng sat down nervously.

He had thought about the incident between Fatty Zhang and Long Qiang last time... Could it be that the police felt something was wrong and went back to continue questioning?

Lin Feng just stared at Old Feng without saying a word, his expression was serious, and he even frowned from time to time.

This made Lao Feng gradually become uneasy, "This police officer?"

"Feng Guichun, you are Feng Guichun, right?" Lin Feng suddenly asked.

"Yes, I am." Old Feng nodded.

Lin Feng suddenly stood up and walked directly towards the door without saying a word. Old Feng looked confused. Before Lin Feng opened the door and left, he suddenly said: "Congratulations on marrying your daughter."

He closed the door.

Old Feng sat here alone and shook his head... Congratulations on marrying your daughter. He wanted to hear this, but he didn't dare to.

Zhou Xiaokun, Fatty Zhang and others around him have never dared to speak out.

He didn't understand why Officer Lin Feng came to this place in particular... just to say congratulations to him?

Old Feng took a deep breath and sat here by himself.

Thinking about the child outside that he cared about, and what it would be like in the future. When a girl gets married, there are always many trivial things happening the night before.

Combing hair, putting on makeup, and getting dressed, you have to work until dawn.

As he thought about it, Old Feng became lost in thought.

He remembered what that boss had said, and he had countless impulses in his heart to call him and wanted to say: Tomorrow is the last day, let me stay outside.

But he finally endured it.

With a click, the door opened again. Old Feng heard the sound and said subconsciously: "Officer Lin, what do you want to see me for? Are you making fun of me?"

But the door was empty and no one was seen.

Old Feng frowned... He realized that even if the police officer's interrogation was over, there seemed to be no prison guard present. This should be against the rules.

The door is empty...there is no one else here.

This is like the temptation of the devil... Lao Feng felt that as long as he walked out of this door, there would be a free world outside. He could even go anywhere and see anyone he wanted to see. people.

Old Feng's heart couldn't help but beat violently. The tranquility he had returned to the prison these days seemed to be completely shattered in an instant.

He subconsciously stood up and moved his steps... Yes, he felt that he should walk out.

Finally, when he reached the door, he still didn't see anyone coming in... It was as if no one was really guarding outside.

But Lao Feng finally stopped. He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Old Feng turned around and walked towards where he was originally sitting.

He muttered to himself, "Feng Guichun, Feng Guichun, what else can't you see for the rest of your life? You should stay here, and your daughter should have her own life. She is very good, and Zhou Zihao is very good to her. , what else are you dissatisfied with?"

Yes, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

Old Feng took a deep breath.

In the silent place, a voice suddenly sounded, softly, a call, calling out another name of Lao Feng.

The other one is a name that only one person in the whole world can call.

A loud daddy.

"dad."

Lao Feng suddenly turned around. This was a turn that transcended all his thoughts, all inner shackles, and all rationality. He did not need anything to drive him, nor did he need any prompting.

"dad!"

In front of the door, a flash of red quietly appeared.

She just appeared in front of the door, gently calling the name she had agreed with Old Feng when she was born into this world.

It was the wedding dress he had sewn, stitch by stitch, he would not mistake it for his own work... and it was already worn on his daughter's body.

And she wore it, as if she had dreamed of that day when she appeared in front of him.

"dad."

Tao Xiaman... Feng Xiaman called Old Feng's name one after another and walked towards him.

"Xia Man...my son!"

Old Feng couldn't suppress the airflow in his throat.

It rose up from nowhere, struck hard on his vocal cords, struck hard on his eyes, and savaged all over his body, countless times in an instant.

"Dad, I'm getting married tomorrow, can you help me comb my hair?"

She said softly, and then slowly turned her body, letting the bright red skirt rise slightly.

She smiled with tears in her eyes and asked, "I...am I good-looking?"

"It looks good." Old Feng nodded.

"It looks good." Old Feng nodded heavily again.

"Good-looking!" Lao Feng pursed his trembling face and mouth, slowly closed his eyes, and let himself remember the smile at this moment. My daughter looked the best, the best! "

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Past and Present.

You were a lover in the previous life, and you are a daughter in this life.

Now, I will make a wedding dress for you: a phoenix gown skirt.

May you be happy throughout your life. (To be continued.)

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