Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 177 20 Years of Wind and Rain, Xiao Quer, the Child Goes Home

The orchestra suddenly lost two people.

But they are all very experienced people.Although Fang Jiping left and Fang Ruchang disappeared suddenly, the orchestra members discussed it and continued to complete the next performance.

Of course, this is the request of Ms. Zhang Qingrui and Miss Zhang - there is no way to find a replacement band right away?
Besides, on this occasion, it would be too perfunctory to play music only through the speakers.

The next link is dancing.

This is a Western-style banquet, and the first dance is of course performed by the host.

Zhang Qingrui came in front of Mrs. Zhang... There are no males in the Zhang family, so this kind of matching is somewhat weird, so Zhang Qingrui also specially changed into a men's tuxedo.

The guests consciously drew out a circular space, allowing the two to step on the rhythm slowly.

Outside the crowd, the owner of the club, once again caught in the barriers of people's perception, quietly took a glass of water... The story is very long, and the whole story will actually make my mouth dry.

"Master, Fang was taken away by Wu Qiubin in the parking lot as usual."

Luo Qiu nodded, he suddenly looked at Black Soul No. 9, and said in his heart, "I just said that I would give Grandma Zhang Qingrui a present."

Black Soul No. 9 was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know why his new master brought up this matter at this moment.

But Luo Qiu snapped his fingers lightly at this time.

Black Soul No. 9, who was dressed in a black robe, gradually shed the black smoke from his body, and put on a black and white tuxedo, fully revealing it.

The hair is even combed up into a big back.

This is a young but not handsome face, but a little paler.Seeing the puzzled expression of Black Soul No. 9, Luo Qiu didn't speak.

He just took a white napkin from the side, folded it in half, and then slowly stuffed it into the breast pocket of Black Soul No. 9's dress at this time.

Luo Qiu patted his pocket with a smile, making it tidy, and said calmly: "Go, go and dance with Zhang Li Lanfang. It's a gift from me...but you can't talk."

Black Soul No. 9 was taken aback, vaguely, he felt that the new master's order had some meaning that he couldn't figure out.

But... Do you want to dance with Zhang Li Lanfang on the dance floor?
Why... there is an urge to jump for joy?

He walked slowly among the crowd, completely blind to the surprised eyes around him.Just in a whirling movement, she quietly replaced Zhang Qingrui, and appeared in front of Zhang Li Lanfang in an instant.

Zhang Qingrui, who had just completed a twirl, looked at the sudden extra figure in amazement, interrupting her next dance steps.

Who is so ignorant and came out at this time - even in western dance parties, there is the etiquette of exchanging dance partners, but it is obviously not in this first dance.

Unexpectedly, her grandmother was staring blankly at the young man who came out at this moment, and her eyes suddenly became blurred.

Without speaking, Black Soul No. 9 just gently picked up Zhang Li Lanfang's palm and approached it.

Subconsciously, Mrs. Zhang didn't even resist, but followed the other party's footsteps, walking slowly on the dance floor.

There is no such thing as a pretty pace.

What kind of emotion is that?Zhang Qingrui has never seen her grandma before... Infatuation?then what?
She suddenly had a feeling that she couldn't blend into the dance steps of this man and her grandmother. She even felt that at this moment, all the people here seemed to be superfluous.

did not speak.

Black Soul No. 9 and Zhang Li Lanfang just stared at each other silently, never leaving each other's eyes for a moment...until the waltz of one song was finished.

Another song followed at this time.

After the first dance is over, the next step is everyone's dancing.The guests came to their own dance steps and began to spin into the dance floor.

Zhang Li Lanfang was immersed in an unforgettable touch, as if she had returned to decades ago, when she was still young and young.

However... at some point, there was no one around her.

Like a dream, this dance has come to an end.

Feeling lost, the old lady looked around aimlessly, but she couldn't find the man who broke in suddenly.

"grandmother……"

Zhang Qingrui came to Zhang Li Lanfang's side, "The one just now is..."

Zhang Li Lanfang shook her head subconsciously, with a complicated expression, but said to herself: "This may be the best birthday present I received today."

I'll make up for it with a present for your grandmother.

Subconsciously, Miss Zhang thought of that extremely mysterious classmate who had casually said such things.

Shouldn't...

……

……

Fang Jiping rushed all the way, accompanied by his girlfriend Xiaoman to the hospital.

Perhaps because of timidity, standing outside the hospital, Fang Jiping hesitated to go in.Xiaoman grabbed Fang Jiping's palm at this time and said: "You are at the venue, so many people dare to tell about their background, don't they dare to go in here?"

Fang Jiping smiled wryly, took a deep breath, took Xiaoman's hand, and walked into the hospital.

But when they came to the general ward, Fang Jiping and Xiaoman did not see Yang Ping who was originally on the hospital bed.Not only was Yang Ping gone, but so was the cloth bag.

"How did this happen... When I left, the person was still here, and he didn't wake up." Xiaoman was taken aback, looking around in a panic.

Fang Jiping saw a nurse girl who was about to come in for a visit outside the corridor, and hurried up and asked, "Girl, I want to ask, where is the lady on the hospital bed?"

"Hey? You were still there when I went out just now? Where did you go?" The nurse girl also looked confused.

At this time, a child reading a book lying on the bed next to him suddenly said: "This aunt just woke up and said she was going to find her son, so she went out and ran by herself."

"This..." Fang Jiping was taken aback, subconsciously looking at his girlfriend.

Xiaoman quickly grabbed Fang Jiping's palm and said: "It should not have gone far, let's split up and look for it!"

……

No, the hospital does not.

Not even outside the hospital.

Sweating profusely in the crowd aimlessly, Fang Jiping and Xiaoman still couldn't find Yang Ping's trace.

"She's alone, in poor health... Where can she go?" Fang Jiping knocked on the tree trunk by the roadside, looking anxious.

"Sell popsicles, delicious old popsicles~ sell popsicles, delicious old popsicles... Sir, miss, would you like some popsicles?"

A little brother wearing a peaked cap and a small insulated box yelled all the way, and then came to Fang Jiping and Xiaoman.

Where is Fang Jiping in the mood to eat old popsicles?
He was irritated and wanted to drive the little brother away, but suddenly his heart moved, "Give me two... But brother, let me ask you something, you have never seen a lady, she should be wearing a sick person's clothes ? Relatively thin, a little hunchbacked."

"Yes! I just bought two popsicles for me."

"Where is it?" Fang Jiping immediately grabbed the younger brother's hands excitedly and asked.

The little brother pointed to the front and said: "Here, I just met at the corner in front, I don't know if I have gone far."

"Thank you!"

After saying a word, Fang Jiping quickly ran towards the direction pointed by the little brother.The little brother hurriedly said: "Sir, you haven't given the change yet!"

"No more!" Xiaoman hurriedly followed, and turned around to look at the popsicle seller.

She stopped suddenly, hesitated for a moment, looked at the popsicle seller, frowned and said, "Sir, have I seen you somewhere?"

"Is there?" The popsicle seller pushed down the peaked cap he was wearing, and said with a chuckle, "There shouldn't be any... Ah, that gentleman has gone away."

Xiaoman looked back, it was true.

"Remember... this seems to be the little brother who posted the flyers downstairs yesterday?" She quickly turned around and looked, "Where is he?"

……

……

The aunt just sat under the tree like this. There is an office building nearby, and there is no one at this point.

Quietly.

When Fang Jiping ran over, I saw Yang Ping lowered her head, hugging the worn-out cloth bag, stroking it gently, as if she was talking about something.

Step by step, he walked up to Yang Ping.

I heard what Yang Ping said.

In fact, what he was talking about wasn’t any words, it was just a very old ditty, a ditty that many women in mountain villages would sing in the past, and it was used to lull their children to sleep.

As if she didn't see anyone right in front of her, she was completely immersed in her own world.She gently shook the cloth bag in her hand, then took out a small wave from her bosom, and shook it gently.

"Tiger baby, go to sleep, mother's tiger baby, good boy..."

Watching Yang Ping lower her head and kiss the cloth bag, Fang Jiping's eyes turned red instantly.

He squatted on the ground, grabbed Yang Ping's palm with trembling hands, and pressed it deeply to his face, choking so hard that he couldn't speak.

Yang Ping didn't seem to notice either, and the little song in her mouth didn't stop.

Obsessed.

"You don't recognize me anymore..." Fang Jiping raised his head and said with difficulty.

The aunt seemed to stop for a while, tilting her head, she suddenly looked at Fang Jiping, as if hesitating, and finally took out an old popsicle that hadn't been unwrapped from her bosom, "Don't cry, baby, I beg you Eat popsicles? But I can only eat one, and I will leave the other one for my tiger cub."

It had already melted and became wet.

Stretching out his hand to hold the popsicle, he squatted and knelt down on the ground, hugging it, Fang Jiping lowered his head, curled up completely, and lowered his head on the bricks and stones on the ground, screaming in pain.

Say it.

"mother!"

"Don't cry, baby."

Yang Ping stretched out her hand and stroked Fang Jiping's head one after another, as gently as if she were touching a cloth bag in her bosom.For some reason, a smile appeared on her face.

It's just that she was humming a little song in the mountains again, touching Fang Jiping's head, and the cloth bag in her arms, as if she belonged to her world, and now there was an extra person.

20 years of wind and rain, Xiaoquer, the child went home.

(End of this chapter)