Trafford’s Trading Club

Sometimes, Cheng Yiran wonders whether he has really stepped into that place.

Suddenly going from one place to another, and then returning directly to the original place after leaving... It always feels a bit too weird. So much so that he couldn't help but feel like he was dreaming.

Maybe it was just his spirit that was pulled into that place?

Friday, the afternoon of a working day, is the afternoon of a special day when people in society are happy the most and most frequently in a year.

After leaving the club, Cheng Yiran walked alone on the streets of the city.

How should I awaken my ability to continue using this guitar?

What does the song in my heart refer to... does it refer to the love of rock and roll?

However, he does not feel that his love for rock and roll has faded. He still hopes that more people will like his music. He asks himself that this aspect is no different from before.

Just like this, after dusk and the time after dinner the next night, Cheng Yiran still did not return to the place where Zhong Luochen lived.

But Zhong Luochen called him and asked him if he had encountered anything. The tone of not caring much... maybe just wanting to know, simply knowing is enough.

So Cheng Yiran didn't know how he would react if he found out that he couldn't use the guitar.

I heard that this kind of noble young master must be more ruthless than ordinary people. Because they need to be more ruthless in order to go further in the world they live in.

Cheng Yiran doesn't know when he will be able to awaken again...or he can't be sure that he has been unable to awaken this ability, so he probably won't be able to ask Zhong Luochen to give him enough time.

If you choose to hide it...that's probably what everyone would choose, right?

After all, keeping it secret means that you can continue to enjoy the company's preferential treatment. How could someone not feel addicted to the kind of treatment that makes other newcomers jealous even though they are also newcomers?

"What on earth...am I doing?"

Beep! ! !

The horn of a speeding car woke him up, and he suddenly looked back at the road back, suddenly not sure what kind of road he was walking on.

At this time, the sound of singing came from not far away, using the cheap stereo. When the sound came here, it was already a rustling, rustling sound.

Someone is singing.

There have always been a lot of people singing on the streets...for various reasons. Cheng Yiran will never look down on these people who sell songs on the streets, because he himself has been one of these people.

They always gave him a wonderful sense of intimacy. Not long ago, he seemed to be in the same situation as them.

He suddenly smiled, meaninglessly, maybe just an instinct... He suddenly didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.

Although the singing voice was of poor quality, as he listened, Cheng Yiran heard what he was familiar with... This, this was Hong Guan's voice.

He's here...near here!

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"Uncle, may I ask, do the people who set up stalls there come here often?"

"Ah? Are you talking about the guy who plays the guitar and sings? Yes, he's been coming here a lot lately, maybe this month."

The uncle who was pushing a bicycle on the edge of the square and selling little candy figures smiled and replied: "This guy sings very well... Do you want to buy a candy figure? It's for the children to play with."

Cheng Yiran was startled and picked a candy man from his uncle's car. He gave the money and walked away without saying anything.

His eyes never left the small stall selling chargers and mobile phone accessories not far away... Hong Guan was playing and singing at the stall.

It wasn't him who touched me, but I who touched him.

After such a long time, the technology still hasn’t improved... nor the singing skills.

No one cares about it, and the rewards are even pitiful...almost none, right?

Who is listening to you singing? Who is listening to you singing? Haven't you... given up?

But.

But...why are you still so happy?

The song was "Blue Lotus".

Are you really... free of worries?

Unknowingly, Cheng Yiran had walked in front of Hong Guan, and Hong Guan naturally saw Cheng Yiran. His fingers that were strumming slowly slowed down, and finally stopped at a certain one-half beat. superior.

"Yi, why did you..." Hong Guan raised his head in shock.

"Can we talk for a while?" Cheng Yiran sighed.

…

"Have you... eaten?"

Not in some high-end or convenient place, or in a quiet place, but Hong Guan was sitting on a small bench in the square behind the stall. Hong Guan seemed a little speechless, but he forced himself to ask. Come.

Cheng Yiran's eyes flashed, and he was attracted by the person in front of him...the person who drifted north together with him, and sang together on the streets of Sanlitun and Houhai bars in the capital.

He lowered his head and pinched the stick of the little candy man in his hand, turned it slowly, and said with a wry smile: "It turns out we are already such strangers."

Hong Guan scratched his head and then raised his head, not knowing how to answer these words.

"It's Li Zifeng." Cheng Yiran suddenly mentioned the name.

Hong Guan was stunned and mentioned the name: "Li Zifeng?"

Cheng Yiran pursed his lips, looked at Hong Guan and said softly: "He lied to me, and he also lied to you. The agreement you signed was not my intention. I also read a contract here, and it was not your intention either. .But……"

Cheng Yiran stopped here and laughed at himself, "But I believed it at the time... I'm sorry."

Hong Guan was silent for a while, then patted Cheng Yiran on the shoulder, and suddenly said with a smile: "Ziyao should be giving birth in the next half month, she has been nagging you why you didn't come to see her, and asked if she was getting rich. I won’t recognize you anymore. Come and meet me when you have time?”

"I'm sorry." But Cheng Yiran turned away, his voice a little hoarse, "I obviously, obviously just want to call you, it's such a simple little action, but I..."

He took a deep breath and sniffed, "But me, I'm thinking... could I be this kind of person?"

Hong Guan thought for a while and said: "You used to be stupid when Xiaomeng was still there, and now it's been several years, and you still do stupid things... In fact, it hasn't changed, you're a stupid donkey, I'm used to it. "

Cheng Yiran turned around, choked slightly and said, "Go to hell, uncle."

Hong Guan said: "I can obviously call you, and it is just a small gesture, but I still do it. Do you think I am also such a person?"

Cheng Yiran was stunned.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Cheng Yiran sighed and said, "Man."

Hong Guan nodded and said helplessly: "Man."

Sit for a while.

Cheng Yiran said: "Have you decided on the child's name?"

Hong Guan shook his head. The weather was a bit cold, so he rubbed his hands and said, "Your hands don't matter, right?"

Cheng Yiran looked at his fingers and shook his head, "How can a broken finger heal so quickly?"

Hong Guan said regretfully: "It seems that you won't be able to appear on Sunday, which is a pity. However, your company won't blame you, right?"

"Not yet, in the future..." Cheng Yiran shook his head and said, "In the future, it's hard to say."

"Is it because the car crash has a bad impact on your reputation?" Hong Guan asked tentatively.

"It's not about the car crash." Cheng Yiran shook his head, "It's just that there are many, many things... much more complicated than when we just squatted on the street."

"That's it... I really don't understand the affairs of these big companies." Hong Guan nodded and asked no more questions. He believed that Cheng Yiran should be able to handle the problem by himself at this time.

Cheng Yiran stood up at this time and stretched himself out vigorously.

Hong Guan raised his head and asked, "Are you going back?"

"It's getting late. I slipped out and have to go back." Cheng Yiran nodded.

"Then be careful." Hong Guan smiled.

Cheng Yiran turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped but did not look back: "By the way, can you please stop selling power banks and singing songs at the same time? It doesn't look professional at all?"

Hong Guan smiled and said to Cheng Yiran's back: "I want to make money for milk powder, okay?"

Cheng Yiran didn't speak, but raised his hand in a rock 'n' roll gesture... He suddenly had other thoughts.

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When he returned to the villa, Cheng Yiran saw Zhong Luochen cooking dinner for himself, a simple red wine steak.

"Are you going to eat alone?" Cheng Yiran asked first.

"I have your share, but it depends on whether you have eaten it before you come back." Zhong Luochen did not look back and concentrated on frying the steak with tongs.

"You're welcome, I'm not hungry." Cheng Yiran shook his head, but suddenly said: "By the way, I want to discuss something with you."

"Tell me." Zhong Luochen turned the steak over and shook the pan gently with his palm.

"Let Hong Guan play in my place on Sunday night."

"Hong Guan?" Zhong Luochen's hand movements slowed down for a moment, and then quickly started moving again, "Why...could it be that you feel you owe him something, so you plan to make up for it?"

"Just a little bit." Cheng Yiran said calmly: "Also, when he comes on stage, let him use this guitar."

Zhong Luochen turned his head in surprise, "Are you willing?"

Cheng Yiran said calmly: "Didn't you say that Hong Guan can also use it? But I'm not sure how wide the range will be when he uses it. I also want to know this... Since my hand is injured and I can't move for the time being, let's do it Let's do an experiment. As long as we don't reveal to Hong Guan what happened with the guitar... and it's been me who's been playing, and others have been affected, so I want to see what would happen to me if someone else was playing... You Any questions?"

"No." Zhong Luochen shook his head, "No. It's a good idea. It's better for us to dig out the secrets of the guitar ourselves than to go in front of the boss and take advantage of him."

Cheng Yiran shrugged and walked upstairs easily as usual in front of Zhong Luochen... He needed to stay relaxed and calm in front of this man to be able to avoid his keen sense of touch.

What is the song in my heart... Hong Guan, can you tell me?

And I... this is the only thing I can do for you.

I know that you have never given up or left.

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ps1: Thanks to my friend ‘b.r——love’ for the reward yesterday.

ps2: I feel uncomfortable watching it without ps2... So, the next chapter will be before twelve o'clock (far eye)