Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 370 Silhouettes
The signboard is gone.

When Lao Feng returned to this old house, he could no longer see the signboard he had erected in front of the door.

He used to be a tailor. Based on the place where he lived, he separated the living room as a place for customers to measure and for himself to sew.

Because there are still a lot of finished products on the facade of the living room, the space that can be provided for living is naturally much smaller.

However, Lao Feng was only taking his daughter in elementary school with him. Although this space is not big, the father and daughter can always find a place to play.

Although the signboard was gone, Lao Feng still found the key in the gap above the iron gate... When he touched the key, Lao Feng felt a moment of joy.

But soon this joy was washed away by melancholy.

The door lock is still the same as before, and the key is still the same as before. It seems that nothing has changed—the only thing that has changed is that there is no one living here anymore.

No one has been here... Xia Man probably never came back either.

Sitting on the dusty old-fashioned sleeping sofa with a leather cover, Lao Feng silently looked at the room and the hangers with complete sets of finished clothes.

They are like grass.

Old Feng suddenly laughed.

He remembered what happened when Xia Man was young.

He remembered that her daughter always hides behind those clothes, you don't know when and where she will suddenly jump out, and then rush towards you all at once.

In this small, even narrow space, his daughter once rode on his shoulders, and the father and daughter walked through every inch of this small house.

And at the corner of the corridor of this small house, there are also shallow scratches one by one.

They scrape every six months, every six months.

Old Feng squatted here, stretching out his hand to touch these scratches, which he scraped up with his own hands, and it is a proof that Xia Man has grown taller in the future.

One night, Lao Feng didn't even turn on the lights.

Although he also wondered why the water and electricity have not been cut off after leaving for so many years. When he turned on the faucet, what came out was almost like sewage, full of rusty tap water.

The reason for not turning on the lights is that Lao Feng doesn't want people to know that there are still people living here... Although more than ten years have passed, the people living here have already moved out.

When he came back, he ran into some people he used to know in the neighborhood, but it seemed... they didn't recognize him.Perhaps, they never thought that Lao Feng, who should not have appeared, could walk here so freely.

But still be careful.

But Lao Feng still made up his mind to clean up the dust in the house and the tools he used to make a living.

He is a tailor. Although some things have not been touched for more than ten years, it doesn't mean that they can be thrown away casually.

Everything here is the same as everything he can remember during these days.

Old Feng worked until midnight, and fell asleep without knowing it... This was the most peaceful sleep he had in the past ten years.

I don't know why, when the sun shines in, Lao Feng even feels unwilling to get up.

Even though he has been used to waking up on time over the years.

It seemed that he had overslept. Old Feng looked at the time, and it was almost ten o'clock in the morning.

This is simply an incredible thing... But at this moment, Lao Feng, who hadn't had time to wash his face, suddenly heard a knock on the door.

This made his heart skip a beat... Who came back to this place?
This shouldn't be someone else coming.

Although Lao Feng knew that he was able to come out, all this was thanks to that mysterious shop, but he didn't know anything about the prison.

Maybe the prison has discovered that he is missing, or maybe it's... the people who came to arrest him!
He can't guarantee that the shop can always protect his safety.Old Feng made a decisive decision, directly picked up the scissors used for tailoring, held them tightly in his hands, and approached the door of the house.

The knocking on the door became louder, and only a man was heard saying: "Excuse me, is anyone there? Is there anyone?"

Old Feng frowned, and approached the small hole in the door, wanting to see who was standing outside the door.

He...how could he be here?

Lao Feng didn't feel that his eyesight was so old that he couldn't see who the person standing outside the door was... the person outside was his daughter's fiancé!

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Old Feng gritted his teeth, he knew that it was best for him to keep quiet, maybe Zhou Zihao would leave if he couldn't get a shout out... But in the end he still had no choice but to keep himself silent.

He wanted to know, he wanted to know what this man... the man his daughter had chosen was what he looked like.

He wanted to experience for himself what this young man was like.

"Who's outside?" Old Feng said in a calm voice through the door.

He knew that he was speaking here at a great risk...the risk of exposing himself as a prison escapee.

But he was already desperate, as his father's innate instinct drove him.

"Great! Someone is here!" Zhou Zihao in front of the door showed a smiling face at this moment, "When I went upstairs, I thought there was no one living here, but unexpectedly, there are people!"

"What's the matter with you?"

Zhou Zihao had no choice but to walk towards the old door and said, "Oh, that's it. Are you the master here? I heard that there lives here a tailor with good craftsmanship. I'm getting married soon, so I want to find a good one. Master, make a good wedding dress for my fiancee!"

"How...how did you know about this place?"

"I saw it on the Internet." Zhou Zihao didn't hide it: "Actually, this place is too out of the way. It's not a shop on the street, and it doesn't even have a signboard. It wasn't mentioned on the Internet. I'm afraid I can't find it." of."

online?

Strange... Old Feng frowned, feeling something sensitively.

But he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, opened the wooden door, looked at the young man outside the iron gate, and said calmly: "You come in first and then we can talk."

"Ok!"

Zhou Zihao walked in with a trace of expectation... As soon as he entered the door, he saw all kinds of Chinese clothes in the living room.

There is also a working table set up here, a sewing machine that looks very old, some rulers, needles and threads, scissors...

Zhou Zihao grew up abroad since he was a child, and he rarely comes into contact with these things that seem to exude the taste of age in everything.

They are like old silhouettes, laid out in his sight one by one.

"What's your name, master?" Zhou Zihao asked politely.

"I..." Lao Feng sat down while looking at Zhou Zihao, "My surname is Zhou."

When Lao Feng was talking, he also silently said sorry to the brother in prison in his heart, and borrowed his surname for the time being.

"So it's Master Zhou." Zhou Zihao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Unexpectedly, we still have the same surname! My surname is also Zhou, Zhou Zihao!"

"Zihao, Zihao, Zhou Zihao." Old Feng said the name softly several times before he nodded and said, "Well, this name is okay, and your appearance is also okay."

Zhou Zihao suddenly felt something strange in this Master Zhou's eyes... God knows what this strange look is about.He was just thinking, maybe these masters have some weird tempers?
"You said...you want me to make a wedding dress for your fiancée, right?" Old Feng stared at Zhou Zihao and asked.

Zhou Zihao nodded and said: "Well, yes! My fiancée likes Chinese-style wedding dresses, but she doesn't seem to be satisfied with some designers. So I thought, find some masters like you, maybe I can make it to fit."

"Since it's a wedding dress, why don't you bring your fiancée with you?"

Zhou Zihao scratched his hair and said with a shy smile, "I want to surprise her. To tell you the truth, I also came here quietly without telling her. I'm afraid that if I find it and I don't like it again, I'll mess with her." Happy."

Old Feng stared at Zhou Zihao again, and then nodded slowly, "Well, you're not bad."

Zhou Zihao always felt that this kind of gaze seemed to have been seen somewhere... similar to when he first met his fiancée's parents, Tao's uncle and aunt?
"Uh... By the way, master, do you have any pictures or anything like that here?"

To avoid embarrassment, Zhou Zihao hurriedly said at this time: "I want to take some back to see if I can impress my fiancée...Uh, I'm talking about pictures of the wedding dresses and the like? There should be right? Is it convenient?"

"Just wait for me." Lao Feng nodded, and walked to the former workbench by himself.

But after he thought about it for a while, he didn't take out the old album that had been kept before.

Instead, he sat down, fetched some manuscript paper, and after contemplating for a while, began to paint on the manuscript paper with colored pens.

Not long after, Lao Feng brought these manuscripts in front of Zhou Zihao, "It's probably like this style, you can take it back and let your fiancée see it. If she likes it, you can come to me again."

"Well, I think it is!" Zhou Zihao glanced at it casually, feeling that there was nothing special about these images...or maybe he didn't quite understand them.

"However, I have one condition." Old Feng said slowly: "If you want to ask me to make your wedding dress, you can only come by yourself next time, and you are not allowed to reveal where I live."

"This..." Zhou Zihao was stunned for a moment, and said in a deep thought: "Master, you can't guarantee that my fiancée will like this kind of thing, can you?"

Old Feng took a deep look at Zhou Zihao, and said calmly, "She will like it."

"Let's see." Zhou Zihao didn't agree right away.

But Lao Feng said: "Remember, if you want to find me, you can only come to this place alone, and you are not allowed to reveal this place. Otherwise, you will never find me again."

Zhou Zihao didn't care either.

Sure enough, these old men and masters have weird personalities.

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After turning over the last day of August, the city is sunny again a few days later.

I heard that there was still a typhoon a few days ago, and it was rainy.

Such a rare good weather seems to be a good sign for the freshmen who are about to start school.

The little girl walked out of the station carrying a big luggage bag.She saw a lot of young people standing with the sign of a certain school.It should be those brothers and sisters who help new students.

But she didn't go up to ask immediately, but walked to the third exit, and stood here obediently, as if waiting for someone.

The little girl looked around for a while, her eyes suddenly stopped, and she moved her lips slightly, showing a trace of surprise.

She didn't wait for the acquaintance she had made an appointment with, but she waited for another acquaintance she hadn't made an appointment with... an unexpected person.

During that summer vacation, a young and kind of guest came to the vacation house run by her family.

Just at Exit No. [-], Lu Yiyun saw Luo Qiu.

The little girl suddenly remembered the blue star flower he had given her.

(End of this chapter)