Trafford’s Trading Club

There was a large and short red plastic basin in the bathroom. .This ubiquitous basin is filled with hot water.

When Dazhe walked in, he could see the warm and neat curls.

He looked at the large basin on the floor, no doubt how tempting it was to take a hot bath in this cold weather.

Dazhe looked at the basin of hot water and was in a daze.

The water basin filled with heat suddenly rippled in a circle... From the middle, a small ripple spread out, as if it looked like the calm water when rain falls on it.

Round and round, the water in the basin began to stir. They were already hot, but now they seemed to be boiling again!

Agitated, agitated, agitated, the agitated water suddenly splashed out from the basin, and a little water splashed on Dazhe's body instantly.

Just like being hit by sparks from burning firewood, a hot burning sensation made Dazhe suddenly shrink his arm. His whole body was pressed against the bathroom wall, and despite the cold weather, there was a drop of wet sweat on his forehead.

Boom boom.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Dazhe's body trembled for a moment... The boiling water had returned to calm at this time, and the turbulent and ejected water splashes seemed to have never existed, only the curling heat mist.

It's like an illusion.

At this time, Luo Qiu's voice sounded outside the bathroom, "It may be a little dirty inside, so I didn't have time to clean it up. I'm sorry. Then I found a new towel. Of course, it had been there for several years, so it wasn't considered new, but It should be unused, so let’s make do with it.”

"No, it's okay..." Dazhe responded in a low voice in the bathroom.

He took a deep breath to calm down his voice and responded quickly: "I don't care."

With that said, Dazhe leaned against the wall and passed by the big basin.

After he quickly took off his clothes, he took out a towel. He didn't touch the hot water. He just turned on the faucet and started wiping his body quickly with the cold water.

In the cold weather and cold water, Dazhe's breathing was as rapid as that of a drowning person, making it difficult for him to breathe.

…

When Dazhe came out of the bathroom, the towel was casually draped over his shoulders. He was still holding a bunch of twisted clothes in his hand, and he was only wearing a vest and a coat.

He found that Luo Qiu was cleaning in the living room. Some things were dug out from the old cabinet and were placed on the coffee table.

Luo Qiu looked at Dazhe at this time, smiled and said: "The four-season flowers in the yard should have bloomed recently. I picked some and made some hot tea. Let's drink some."

"You're welcome." Dazhe nodded subconsciously.

It feels very strange that although this guy has a relationship with him, they only had a relationship before he and his ex-wife divorced. But now there is no relationship at all. In fact, Dazhe has heard that there is such a relative in his ex-wife's family, but he rarely interacts with her.

Dazhe wasn't even sure if he had ever met the young man in front of him before... maybe there was a dinner party during a Chinese New Year visit, or maybe not.

It's been so long that he can't remember many things clearly, let alone this kind of relationship that can't even be counted as relatives now.

"Are you okay?" Luo Qiu asked, looking at the dazed Dazhe.

"Oh...it's nothing." Dazhe shook his head, feeling the urge to take a sip of hot tea.

However, for Dazhe, the idea of ​​sprinkling some freshly picked osmanthus flowers into the hot water was out of reach. He always felt that this was a taste that only women should have.

However, the taste turned out to be very good...really good. This was Dazhe's most intuitive feeling after taking a sip.

He was holding a very ordinary glass cup in his hands. The heat was just right. A warm current seemed to spread from his palms to his body, dispelling the coldness of the cold water he washed in. "This tea..."

"I put some sugar, I found it in the kitchen." Luo Qiu said casually: "Don't like sweetness?"

"No, no...it's not." Dazhe shook his head, "It's fine...it's fine, thank you."

"Will it be uncomfortable?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked at this time.

Dazhe was stunned when he saw Luo Qiu stretching out his finger and tapping the position of his own neck.

Dazhe then subconsciously reached out and touched his neck. There was some raised flesh on the rough skin, which was a scar exposed from the inside of his chest.

Dazhe shook his head: "It's okay, it happened a long time ago."

"That's good." Luo Qiu nodded, picked up the feather duster and began to sweep the corner of the TV cabinet.

The concentration on his face even made Dazhe feel as if he no longer existed. He couldn't help but ask: "That..."

"Just call me Luo Qiu."

Dazhe hesitated and said: "You...don't you want to know how I got this injury?"

Luo Qiu asked, "Do you want to say it?"

Dazhe opened his mouth and took a careful sip of the hot osmanthus tea in his hand. The light sweetness did not seem to be honey. He didn't know what kind of good sugar could be found in the house. This taste made him obsessed. .

Dazhe finally spoke, "When I was young, I was ignorant and was chopped off. From my neck all the way down to my belly..."

Dazhe shook his head, let out a long breath, leaned on the long painted stool made of lychee wood, looked at Luo Qiu, and said with a wry smile: "I was shocked at the time, I really thought I would be like this. Die. At that time... I must have been seventeen, right? Now that I think about it, it has been so long, and I... I am getting more and more scared. "

"That's really dangerous." Luo Qiu nodded, stopped, and added some new hot water to Dazhe.

Dazhe always felt that such hospitality was too luxurious for him.

It was so luxurious that he...he didn't know how to face it. He could only hold the cup firmly with both hands, fearing that it would suddenly slip from his hands.

Dazhe suddenly remembered something, "I remember that your father seems to be a policeman in a big city?"

"He's gone." Luo Qiu looked at a black and white photo hanging on the corner of the living room... It was the only photo of his father and his grandparents when he was a child before he was born.

"I think I've heard of it too..." Dazhe nodded, "It's not easy for you either."

Luo Qiu said calmly: "It's okay, life has to pass."

Dazhe hesitated to speak and suddenly asked: "As the son of a policeman, wouldn't you have any opinions on a prison inmate like me?"

Luo Qiu said casually: "But aren't you coming out now?"

If you have been released, you are no longer a prison inmate.

You have come out...

This sentence echoed repeatedly in Dazhe's mind, making him panic.

"I...I'm tired."

Dazhe quickly stood up, avoided Luo Qiu's eyes, and hurriedly walked upstairs, "Don't worry, I will leave early tomorrow morning and won't disturb anyone... Finally, thank you for the tea .”

Dazhe subconsciously took the teacup he left with him and placed it on the steps of the stairs.

Luo Qiu glanced at the ceiling, probably where the utility room was, and said softly: Good night.

After that, Luo Qiu picked up a pile of dust and walked towards the kitchen. There was a door in the kitchen, and he went to the yard behind to put some garbage or something like this. It was probably a structure like this.

When passing the bathroom, Luo Qiu took a look... The full basin of hot water had not been touched.

"Um……"

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Before daybreak, Dazhe quietly walked out of the kitchen, climbed over the low wall of the yard, and left silently.

He took everything he had with him, including the paper he used as a mat.

But he left a note: He hoped that Luo Qiu would not tell others about his past visit, and he also promised that he would never break into his house again.

At dawn, Luo Qiu opened the door of his old house in his hometown.

He remembered that when he returned from summer vacation when he was a child, if he looked from here early in the morning, he could see a rice field directly in front of him.

At that time, there were many people who woke up earlier than him. At that time, there were no rows of newly built houses across the village road.

It was as early as now. At that time, every door was open and people could always be seen.

He walked towards Grandma Xiaochun's house and knocked on the door several times. The person who opened the door for him was his cousin's wife.

The aunt looked a little panicked now, as if she was frightened.

"What's wrong?"

"Luo Qiu..." Auntie hesitated, became nervous again, and finally opened the door directly, "I don't know what to say, you can see for yourself."

Auntie led Luo Qiu into the house. At this moment, his uncle was pacing back and forth in the hall, with an uneasy look on his face... The whole room smelled of cigarettes.

At this moment, a short figure walked out of the kitchen and it was Xiaochun Nurse.

Grandma Xiaochun's face is not very pale, but has a vague rosiness, and she seems to be in good spirits.

Grandma Xiaochun held a bowl with a big cock pattern in her hands, with a smile on her face, "Come on, come on, I made noodles for breakfast."

He looks like a critically ill person. (To be continued...)