Trafford’s Trading Club - Chapter 8 Home has a good mother twenty-nine

At home, even my own room.

In the way of direct crossing, I returned directly from the club that is currently in the shopping street.

Looking at all the familiar items in the room, the feeling of being separated from the world will follow. The club is not a place without rest. In fact, the two floors above the club are used to live.

As the owner of the club, if you don't plan to die, you can always live long. The long time will make the owner of the club lose his home, leaving only the club.

So the upper two floors of the club are very delicate.

However, those things are still far away for Luo Qiu. The lavish scented scented material on the upper level of the club is refreshing, but it is not comparable to the bedding that is full of sunshine in this small room.

Luo Qiu opened the old CD player in the room, and the slow flowing notes made him feel freehand.

He lay in bed and tried to think back about what happened these two days.

He has completed the first sale, and the remaining 30-day life has become sixty days. It’s not because you have been out for 30 days to be able to deal with your situation loosely. It’s just because Luo Qiu feels that if he can’t stand alone, he can’t plan what he should do next.

It is not a person who is born to be rational, but because of his long-term solitude, he always feels lonely in his heart, making him more accustomed to thinking.

Under normal circumstances, there is a fundamental difference between thinking about doing it again and thinking about it.

He slowly planned his own path - no accident, his life will not see the end. Similarly, he will not age, but in ten or up to twenty years this secret will be unpredictable.

The club is wandering around, this time it’s coming to the commercial street, probably for this reason?

There is no way to stay in one place for too long, and it is even less likely to have any involvement. I can't have a family, because you have to disappear from your family's eyes when you are happiest, and you will have your own sadness besides the pain of your family.

Luo Qiu suddenly understood the master in front of the club. Why did he show that ecstasy and eagerness to wait... I can't wait to liberate from this loneliness.

The former boss may have looked at his loved ones, or loved ones, and even the descendants died one by one. Of course, this is only Luo Qiu’s guess.

Before he came back, he had asked Senior Night, what kind of person was the former boss, and then only knew from the answer of Youyou that the boss in front was a dumb person.

The former boss only appeared when the guests appeared. They usually stayed in their own rooms and opened an old music box. It was one day.

The best night is three hundred years.

If you look at it, it will be quite horrible - perhaps one day in the future, Luo Qiu will be like the boss of his predecessor.

"First of all, like a normal person, spend this decade."

Perhaps the future will be accompanied by loneliness to eternity, but for Luo Qiu, for his age that is still full of fantasies, more is the mystery brought by the club, and all kinds of incredible.

The CD player plays an English song accompanied by his sleep, the name is "AmazingGrace"

When he was about to fall asleep, Luo Qiu felt that if he was longing for loneliness, then all this might be a strange grace for him.

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Wake up at night.

I should have heard the movement from my kitchen and I woke up.

Luo Qiu walked out of his room, and the fragrance of the kitchen showed that the chef who was cooking was doing the dish he liked.

The woman is very simple, simple blue shirt cow pants, hair is also tied casually, with an apron in the kitchen busy.

Although very simple, it is also young and beautiful. At the age of twenty-nine, it is the most beautiful time for a woman in the present society.

There may be many successful men who are eager to pursue, but obviously she spends that time on going home to take care of the children.

Ren Ziling said that it was of interest. So after graduation, he has been working as a reporter in a newspaper, and it seems that he is now the editor-in-chief.

The young reporter met Luo Qiu’s father in the process of reporting a murder case, and then he was like a bow down, and fell in love with Luo Qiu’s father, who had lost his wife in his early years.

Perhaps there have been some stories in the process that can incite middle-aged wives and young women, and Luo Qiu does not know.

Then in the monotonous two-bedroom and one-bedroom, I began to have the taste of this woman named Ren Ziling.

It’s been three years... after the man passed.

But she is still there.

"Luo Qiu, are you awake? I still want to wake up when you have finished the meal." Ren Ziling heard the movement behind him, and the shovel used to stir the vegetables turned around.

Probably the reason for the fierce fire, Ren Ziling's bangs sticks very well on her forehead, a trace of silk, like a silk thread in a female red hand show.

Looking at Luo Qiu, looking at himself without saying a word, Ren Ziling subconsciously touched his face. "Is my face dirty?"

Luo Qiu shook his head and turned to go to the living room to watch TV for a while, but still reminded: "...the smoking machine, did not open."

"Ah! Not good!!"

It seems that I was awakened at this moment. Ren Ziling quickly opened the smoking machine, but it was a mess of things, but she was still not busy emphasizing: "Soon! Really can eat soon, do you want to eat first? Wash your hands?"

Of course, I did not hear Luo Qiu’s response. Ren Ziling was also used to the same thing and was busy with the things on the hot pot.

Luo Qiu turned on the TV and began to look at the news – almost all of this in recent years.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I arrived at the dinner table.

Ren Ziling seems to be very proud to recommend his own craftsmanship to Luoqiu, and the dishes are directly sandwiched in Luoqiu's bowl.

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "If you have been busy with work recently, you don't have to come back to cook."

The club is in normal business... Perhaps Luo Qiu’s time is much more unstable than the deputy editor of the active newspaper.

Ren Ziling suddenly knocked Luo Qiu’s bowl with chopsticks and said: “Luo Qiu, I don’t seem to ask you what’s going on, let’s go and travel.” What’s going on? Should I also keep my rights as a mother?"

"Ok……"

Luo Qiu only looked down at the braised lion head in the bowl.

Sure enough... for a few years, this dish is still not doing well.

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Perhaps because of the reason of being too tired, after eating the rice after washing, Ren Ziling could not go to the room without going to the brush and went straight into the room and fell asleep.

After Luo Qiu cleaned the dishes, he planned to blow the hair on the balcony, but suddenly heard the call of the night, saying that the club had a new guest.

The so-called new guests refer to those who did not find the club because of holding the voucher, but who smashed in. They are new customers.

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PS: Although it is only the eighth chapter, it is only 20,000 words in the first place, but I really want to punch the list. I really seem to be on the list, so I have to recommend tickets.