Trafford’s Trading Club

Natasha's sister's name is Yuna.

Yuna's muscular dystrophy was discovered five years ago. After a period of treatment, it had no effect. Later, the high cost of treatment eventually overwhelmed the not-well-off family.

Although the parents of the two sisters are still alive, they are farmers living in remote places. Both parents only knew that the two women had found decent jobs in big cities, but did not know about Yuna's condition.

Yuna is a dancer. She has had many opportunities to appear on high-level stages and is somewhat famous in the circle.

At that time, Natasha had just graduated from college and worked in a company, while Yuna had already bought a house of her own locally through her own efforts.

Originally, he planned to work hard for another year or two, and after he had accumulated more savings, he would take his parents over, but everything turned to the abyss of despair because of Yuna's condition.

Later, although Natasha achieved some success at work, in addition to paying for Yuna's treatment every month, she also had to provide living expenses to her parents at home. Therefore, although Natasha's job seemed respectable, in fact Every month is also very stressful.

For this reason, Yuna simply sold the house, and the two sisters moved to Chinatown, where the rent is relatively cheap.

The days have gradually become more stable. Apart from the fact that her legs cannot walk normally, Yuna has become accustomed to being half shorter than before, and has become accustomed to having to raise her head to talk to others.

I am also used to spending more time sitting than standing.

I also habitually stop thinking about the stage.

In fact, Yuna felt that she was not at the end of her misery. At least she still had a sister who would never leave her.

However……

However.

After thinking about it, Yuna suddenly didn't want to stay in this house. There were too many memories between her and Natasha. Their cheers and laughter once filled every place in this simple house.

While eating, while watching TV, while washing dishes together.

When Natasha wiped her back and changed clothes.

We stayed awake and chatted together until dawn, and then watched Natasha hurried out with dark circles under her eyes.

I learned how to cook a Chinese dish from a Chinese family downstairs, waiting for Natasha to come back from get off work.

During the New Year, I watched the bustle of Chinatown from the window.

So she opened the door and trudged out of the place.

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The door is ajar and can be opened with a gentle push. So Song Da's brows were furrowed at this time, and he started calling Yuna's name in a not-so-skilled localization at the door.

In fact, as a warrior, Song Da, who had outstanding hearing and sensory abilities, could easily sense that Yuna was not in the room.

He was just a little worried, so his mind was a little confused and it was difficult to stay calm.

"No need to shout, there is no one in the room." Mr. Blind glanced at Song Da at this moment, "She must have just left not long ago. Since she has difficulty moving, she can't walk far, so let's go look for her."

Song Dal nodded quickly, "Then blind man, wait for me in this room!"

"Go." Mr. Blind nodded.

He has never really met Yuna, so many of the methods that can be used to find people cannot be used, and they are not worth using.

He is studying Natasha's transformation as a living corpse, which can be regarded as the cause and effect of Natasha. The purpose of accompanying Song Da here this time was actually to understand the cause and effect.

If it can be cured, cure it. If it cannot be cured, give some other compensation. There will be repayment, and the cause and effect will disappear on their own.

After Song Da left, Mr. Blind simply sat down quietly in the room and carefully considered some things. He went to the humble house last night and discussed some things with Master Song before he fell asleep.

When he heard that Mr. Blind also planned to return to China, Mr. Song agreed without saying a word and promised that he would arrange everything so that Mr. Blind could arrive comfortably.

In fact, it is true that ascetics practice by focusing on wealth, companionship, and the land. Especially when the local spiritual energy is scarce, wealth is particularly important. In fact, over the years, relying on the Song family, Mr. Blind has obtained a lot of precious cultivation resources. .

This reminded him of the time when he left China and traveled across the ocean. He was still sitting on a stowaway fishing boat... That feeling was really not a good one.

It still feels much more comfortable than flying.

"February 2, the dragon raises its head, has senior brother really found the missing dragon vein this time..." Mr. Blind muttered to himself, and at the same time began to pinch his fingers, as if he was calculating something.

And this scene naturally fell on Luo Qiu's observation from a certain line of sight on the rooftop of the building opposite.

The combination of Song Da and Mr. Blind naturally made Luo Qiu curious, and the place where the two of them came together happened to be in Chinatown.

Luo Qiu looked down at this moment. Song Da walked out of the apartment building and started walking hurriedly on the street, as if he was looking for something.

At this time, Luo Qiu looked at his mobile phone again. On the navigation map of his mobile phone, the marked red dot was still moving... but it seemed to be spinning in a circle, circling a large distance around here. The circle came out.

"It seems that they are still planning to go around."

Luo Qiu just glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

He was on the rooftop of the building, with a very wide view. He could see most of China Street... Song Da was looking among the crowd, and on the other side, a woman holding a cane was also walking bumpily. .

Before becoming a club owner, Luo Qiu was a person who was very good at killing time by observing all kinds of different people.

In fact, it was the experience of being in a daze for a whole day that made Luo Qiu develop a strange feeling that even he could not explain clearly.

You will become interested in something inexplicably, and if you continue to pay attention, you will often see many unexpected things... In general, Ren Ziling said that Luo Qiu is more like a dog team than her, it is simply A natural journalist.

It's a pity that Luo Qiu has no interest in interviewing others.

What the woman walked into at this time was a teahouse opened in Chinatown. This teahouse actually has a special feature, that is, customers inside can drink tea and watch a show at the same time.

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This is an opera teahouse run by an overseas Chinese. Even so, the opera troupe invited here is not a well-known group.

However, for foreigners and Chinese people living in Chinatown here, if they just invite a group of actors and actresses and the boss makes a few eye-catching slogans, they will be regarded as famous, right?

Obviously, this is a very effective method. At least, in the past half year, when most of the Chinatown shops were not operating well, this teahouse is still bustling today.

"Yuna, are you here again?"

At this time, the Zhike in the teahouse saw a woman struggling to move in with a pair of crutches, and quickly walked up. Not all people working in Chinatown are Chinese, and there are also many foreign employees here.

Miss Zhike is one such group. She is in her thirties, has a plump figure, and is wearing a bright red cheongsam specially customized by the teahouse owner, which is very captivating.

Miss Zhike and Yuna have known each other for some time. She also lived in Chinatown, and the place where she and Yuna met was the vegetable market at the end of Chinatown.

Yuna has limited mobility and a regrettable past, so she easily arouses pity and sympathy from others. In fact, Yuna received a lot of help in Chinatown.

But after all, they are not their relatives, so a lot of help is actually limited.

"Yuna? You look bad today?" Miss Zhike now reached out to support Yuna, led her in, and helped her sit down.

Yuna is a frequent visitor to this teahouse. In her free time, she will come to this place by herself to watch the drama performances here, which often lasts the entire afternoon.

But she will leave on time for dinner, and she will definitely leave.

She would often smile and tell Miss Zhike that she thought of a good idea today and should be able to give Natasha a delicious meal... They are very enviable, the two sisters.

"I want to be alone for a while." Yuna said softly, "Don't tell your boss that I'm here."

"That's...ok." Miss Zhike nodded, "I'll get you a glass of water."

In fact, in addition to meeting Miss Zhike here, Yuna also knew the owner of the teahouse. The owner of the teahouse even wanted to pursue Yuna, but she never accepted it. Later, the two became good friends.

So every time Yuna came over, she would get an independent private room, or rather, it was reserved specially for this friend by the owner of the teahouse.

The owner of the teahouse still has no intention of giving up... Miss Zhike thought so.

But she wouldn't specifically tell the teahouse owner to come over just because of this... Yuna looked worried, probably because she really wanted to be alone and watch something she liked.

I remember Yuna once said that she was very envious of the actresses on this stage.

Miss Zhike quickly brought a dish of water and placed it on the table. At this time, Yuna was already leaning against the window, silently looking at the stage below.

The gongs and drums sounded, and a scene had begun.

Miss Zhike quietly exited this small private room on the second floor.

Yuna watched, and a tear slipped down... This place was the only place she could think of to escape from things.

But here, she remembered many things more easily.

"Sorry to bother you."

Suddenly, a man's voice came from outside the independent private room... Yuna was startled, quickly wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands, and turned around.

I saw a car full of steamers, first passed through the bead curtain and pushed in, followed by a young man wearing a teahouse employee uniform.

They must also be Chinese. Judging from the skin color and hair color, Yuna can't tell the nationality of the Asians. It's really hard to tell if the other person keeps silent.

But in her impression, there was no such a young employee in this teahouse... Was he just recently recruited?

Probably yes, Yuna thought that she hadn't been here for more than half a month.

If it were an old employee, he wouldn't just walk in here like this... Yuna shook her head at this moment, looked at the young man and said, "I'm sorry, I don't want to eat right now, you can go back."

"Miss, aren't you hungry?" The young man smiled slightly and suddenly opened one of the steamers in the car.

Speaking of which, this teahouse is really a weird combination. There are people singing Peking Opera below, and there are also many people pushing carts selling food, which are Cantonese-style dim sum.

The snack inside the cage that the young man opened was shrimp dumplings.

"No, I really can't eat it." Yuna still shook her head.

The young man sighed and said, "What a pity. It seems that there really isn't anything you like to eat here, miss."

Yuna just hoped that this young man could leave as soon as possible, and her expression became a little impatient.

But the young man still said calmly: "Hmm... Miss, do you have anything you like to eat? If you can, please tell me, and I will ask the kitchen to add it next time. You know, the guests' Opinions are also very important to us.”

"No, really not." Yuna frowned faintly.

This young man was able to be patient... or very verbose, and still insisted at this moment: "So... then, miss, where are your friends? You will always come with your friends, right? If I could know that you If our friends like it, I think it will definitely improve customer satisfaction with us."

"No!"

"So, where is the family?" he asked suddenly.

"No..." Yuna just uttered one word, and then she was stunned. She sighed, raised her head and said, "Is there any Shanghai Xiao Long Bao? My... sister likes to eat this dish."

"Of course." The young man glanced at the many small steamers on the dining car, and finally took one out of the corner and placed it in front of Yuna.

He began to place the dishes and chopsticks stored in the cabinet of the dining car, and put a small steamed bun in the steamer into Yuna's bowl. Finally, he made a "please enjoy" gesture. The service was quite good.

Yuna looked at the xiaolongbao in the bowl... but didn't take action. She subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the young man in the teahouse.

He said: "Try it, it has just been made, it should taste the best."

Yuna nodded silently, picked up the xiaolongbao unskillfully with chopsticks, and slowly put it into her mouth. She took a small bite, chewed it in her mouth, and then swallowed it.

After a while, Yuna put down her chopsticks, looked at the young man, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and choked with sobs: "It's delicious."

"As long as you are satisfied." The young man smiled slightly, "Then I won't disturb your meal, Miss."

Watching the young man push the cart away, Yuna subconsciously called him and named several kinds of food, "...Do you have all of these?"

"Yes." The young man nodded, and then took out the corresponding steamer from the dining cart.

Yuna took a bite and began to eat. Gradually, she began to eat more.