Trafford’s Trading Club

"You... no, uncle, how do you want me to prove it?" Cheng Yiran asked after thinking for a moment. Fastest update

The old man with the afro snorted coldly, "Funny! You keep saying that this is very important to you, very important. I want you to prove it, but you still come to ask me? Does this make sense?"

"I..." Cheng Yiran was suddenly speechless.

He became more and more anxious, watching the time passing by, and the feeling of wanting to leave became more and more intense. It was an intuition: his intuition told him that this scene with Hong Guan might be able to help him find a way to awaken himself. Losing the ability to play that guitar.

This is a very urgent desire, and it even makes him feel that after missing this time, it will be extremely difficult to find it again in the future.

He didn't want to waste time here with this strange old man... It would be ideal if he could just buy the bass back at a big price.

But this strange old man is obviously deliberately making things difficult... maybe he wants to raise the price?

Cheng Yiran took a deep breath and said: "How about this? Uncle, can you leave me your contact information? I am actually in a hurry now. We can talk about the bass later. You believe me, I I really sincerely want to buy it back, and the price is easy to negotiate.”

Unexpectedly, the old man with the afro did not answer at this time. Instead, he looked at Yudan and said forcefully: "Boss, pay the bill!"

After the afro-headed old man casually slapped a banknote on the table, he stood up and was about to leave without even looking at Cheng Yiye.

"Uncle, uncle! Where is your contact information?" Cheng Yiran couldn't help but asked anxiously.

The old man with the afro didn't even look back and said, "I won't stay anymore. What will I do for you? You said this is very important to you, but then you are about to walk away right now. I don't see any sincerity at all."

Cheng Yiran said helplessly: "Uncle, you are older than me, and you don't have as much experience as me. You should understand that sometimes people really encounter dilemmas, and there will be times when they lose sight of one thing. If it were you If it were me, and there was another important thing in front of you, what would you choose?"

The old man with the afro suddenly turned around and said, "Is it crucial? Then let me ask you, is it a matter of life and death?"

Cheng Yiran shook his head subconsciously.

The old man with an afro said calmly: "Is your wife giving birth? A relative is critically ill? Or are you rushing to save people? Or are you talking about a big deal, and you will be dead if you don't go? Are the whole company waiting for your business to start? Do you have dozens of connections? The livelihood of a hundred people?”

Cheng Yiran shook his head one by one... He couldn't tell his real reason. But he had to think: What this old man said was probably really important.

The afro-headed old man finally said calmly: "Then tell me, what is more important than this bass? If it makes sense, why don't I give it back to you? If you say it doesn't make sense, I'm sorry, I won't sell this bass, and you will be even more disrespectful in the future. You will find me...and don’t bother me anymore.”

"I understand." Cheng Yiran suddenly took a deep breath, "Old man, I won't leave. I will keep an eye on you until you are willing to sell it back to me."

The old man with the afro suddenly said, "Then just follow me."

As he said that, the old man with the afro turned around and walked away. Cheng Yiran frowned... and followed him bravely.

He didn't know where the old man with the afro was going, so he just followed him silently.

And his mood became more and more anxious... He counted the time, calculating the time when he could finally catch up with Hong Guan's appearance.

The steps are getting harder and harder each step... Each step becomes heavier, but also unstable.

…

After the afro-headed old man walked about a block, he suddenly stopped and walked into an old house, but Cheng Yiran didn't have to follow him.

Not long after, the old man with the afro came down, holding a bag in his hand... Cheng Yiran even recognized it at a glance as the bag Hong Guan used to hold his bass, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Uncle, are you going to..."

Unexpectedly, the old man with the afro said nothing, just carried the things on his back, looked at the direction, and then walked somewhere else.

Cheng Yiran was helpless, lowered his head and sighed, and could only continue to follow... The bass was on the old man's back, within reach... With a little force, it seemed that he could pull it off from the skinny old man's body.

Cheng Yiran considered the feasibility of this, and also discovered that the direction the afro-headed old man was walking was getting further and further away from the road to the gymnasium, completely going in the opposite direction.

"Uncle, you...where do you want to go?" Cheng Yiran took two steps quickly and stood side by side with the old man with an afro. "It's been a long time since we walked. You have to tell me where you are going?"

"What? Still can't let go of your very important thing?" The old man with the afro said calmly: "I didn't force you to follow me? If you think another thing is more important, just leave. Don't force yourself and make it difficult. I."

"I...that's not what I meant." Cheng Yiran sighed and continued to follow.

He followed, walking through the bustling streets, the bustling city, and the remote alleys... This kind of aimless wandering, as if there was no destination in sight, made Cheng Yiran's impatience reach an unimaginable level.

What's the point of this? What's the point of moving forward like this without any purpose? He couldn't see that the old man had any intention of selling, but it was more like letting himself quit in the face of difficulties.

In the end, Cheng Yiran had no idea what he was doing.

This feeling seemed to take him back to the past... After he came out of the detention center, he walked south aimlessly, leaving the courtyard of the old alley in the capital that was full of pain.

He even had the idea of ​​giving up rock... He even had this idea before the first band member said he wanted to leave. But he never told anyone... He didn't know how he persisted.

Whenever members of the team feel discouraged, he will always cheer them up... He always says that in order to make Xiaomeng's dream come true, they must persist on this path. We have come so far, and now we will continue to do so. Wouldn't it be a pity to give up?

No one is willing to give up halfway...even less willing to give up the efforts that have been made.

Don’t give up your sweat, don’t give up your time.

I don’t want to let go of the pain I’ve gone through, and I don’t want to let go of the tears I shed alone.

In this way, knowing that there will be no results, but still holding on numbly.

Meaningless, numb, a waste of time...

Obviously as long as he stops now, just rushes there, just goes to see Hong Guan... but if he feels the moment when Hong Guan uses the guitar, he may be able to regain his lost ability and continue to use that guitar, all the way. Go on...

Those who persevere and seek at that time can all be obtained with this guitar.

Obviously... just give up.

There is still time... we can still catch up. If we stop here, Hong Guan won't know that he has found it. What he doesn't know... he might not blame me.

Suddenly stopped.

But it was the old man with the afro in front of him who stopped, turned around slowly, yawned lazily, and looked at Cheng Yiran expressionlessly.

"Uncle..." Cheng Yiran frowned and sighed at the same time, and was about to say: That's it, I don't want it anymore.

"Well, it's almost done here." The old man with the afro looked around.

Cheng Yiran discovered that without realizing it, he had followed the old man to the bridge, which was the bridge connecting the two sides of the city.

The afro-headed old man untied the bag on his back. Under Cheng Yiran's astonished gaze, he threw it out of the bridge without thinking. Below, there was the flowing river.

Seeing the bass being thrown away, Cheng Yiran suddenly grabbed the afro-headed old man's collar angrily and roared: "You bastard!! What on earth are you going to do! What do you want!!!"

"Didn't you say that it is important to you? Why don't you go find it?" The old man with the afro said calmly: "If you can find it, it's yours."

"Are you kidding!!" Cheng Yiran clenched his fists, "How big is the river! How can I possibly find it!!"

"Hit me if you want." The old man said casually: "When you hit me, the thing may go further."

ah! ! !

Cheng Yiran roared angrily, his clenched fist already hardened to the limit. He lifted it high, but released it the moment he knocked it down. Instead, he pushed the old man with the afro to the ground.

Cheng Yiran turned around and quickly rushed to the railing of the bridge and jumped over the railing.

Jump down!

What am I doing?

But no matter what you do, since you've jumped down...just find it!

In the water, Cheng Yiran, who briefly lost consciousness due to the dizziness caused by falling from a high altitude, exhaled suddenly, moved his arms frantically, and floated to the surface.

Cheng Yiran's water quality is not good, and his physical strength does not allow him to search for things in the river as if walking on flat ground. It is impossible to find anything! Something so heavy would probably have sunk into the water long ago.

You should be able to think of this... The thing has sunk to the bottom, you should be able to think of this a long time ago. But...but why did you jump down anyway?

Without hesitation.

But in the end... it sank into the dark river water. This time, I didn't have the strength to paddle up again.

That's it...that's it.

"Hey! Wake up!! Wake up!! Idiot! Wake up!!!"

…

cough!

My throat seemed to have been ravaged by something, and my nasal cavity was even more uncomfortable. I felt even more shivering... My whole body was already soaked.

Cheng Yiran tried to open his eyes and opened a small gap with force. All he saw was a mess of hair. The hair of the old man with an afro had been soaked by water and turned into a ball.

"Uncle, you... ahem..." Cheng Yiran rested for a while before sitting up.

He looked at where he was, with the river in front of him and the bridge above, and this was indeed a pier under the bridge.

The old man with the afro was wiping out the water stains on his clothes, "I didn't expect you to actually jump."

"Thank you for saving me, uncle." Cheng Yiran sighed, then looked up at the night sky and said with a wry smile: "I have a good brother who said that I often make stupid mistakes. In fact, he is absolutely right."

The old man with the afro didn't look back and said calmly: "Why, don't you blame me for throwing away the things?"

Cheng Yiran was stunned for a moment, then smiled, lowered his head and said softly: "Throw it away. Just...just when I thought I was going to die, I realized that maybe it should have been thrown away a long time ago...In fact, , I was the one who never threw it away.”

"Really." The old man with the afro nodded and put on the plaid shirt that he had wrung out.

Cheng Yiran lay down now, which seemed more comfortable. At this moment, he looked at the night sky, and his heart felt peaceful.

After a while, Cheng Yiran suddenly asked: "Uncle, what time is it now?"

"It's almost nine o'clock."

"It's already nine o'clock... It seems I can't make it in time." Cheng Yiran smiled and breathed out. For some reason, he felt more relaxed than before. At this time, he didn't even want to think too much, he just planned to lie down like this.

"What? Still want to go to where you just went?"

"No, no." Cheng Yiran shook his head and said, "I can't catch up anymore... Besides, it's pretty good now."

"Where were you planning to go?"

"Over there at the Sports Center." Cheng Yiran sat up with a relaxed look on his face, looked at the night here, and said calmly: "Speaking of which, we have really come a long way, uncle. "

"I'll take you there." The old man with the afro said suddenly.

Cheng Yiran was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, I'll sit down for a while and I'll just leave later. I'm fine."

"Don't you really want to go to that place?"

"I have thought about it a lot." Cheng Yiran's expression suddenly became complicated, but he quickly smiled and said with relief: "I'm not afraid of your laughter. When I first followed you, I was still counting the time and figuring out where I would reach the limit and I would no longer be able to follow you. , I have to go, but..."

He shook his head and did not continue.

"Let's go, I'll take you there." The old man with the afro stretched out his hand and pulled Cheng Yiran up.

"No need, I can't catch up anymore. Uncle, you are also wet. Go home and don't catch a cold."

"What are you talking about! Are you annoying? Is this the gymnasium? I can send you there in less than ten minutes!"

"Ten minutes, sir, are you kidding me? This is...here, this is!!"

He suddenly raised his head and saw a flash of colorful light in the sky, and then heard...the roaring sound like a tide...the sound of cheers.

"Thanks for living here for so long, don't you know that the Sports Center is next to Dongdaqiao?"

"The Gymnasium..." Cheng Yiran turned around in disbelief.

It... turned out to be right behind him.

He looked at the light shining into the sky from the gymnasium and murmured to himself: "It turns out that it has always been behind me." (To be continued...) r