Trafford’s Trading Club

Elgar, "A Loving Homage."

The gentle and moving violin sound sounded, and it was Fang Jiping's solo part. This is the last day of practice, followed by the official performance at the banquet.

Fang Ruchang listened to Fang Jiping's playing with great satisfaction. He knew better than anyone else his son's efforts on the violin over the years.

After the song ended, a soft sound of applause suddenly sounded. Fang Ruchang followed the sound and saw a man about the same age as himself, coming with a smile on his face.

Fang Jiping also put down the instrument in his hand and walked in front of the two of them. He nodded towards Fang Ruchang, then looked at the other man and said slightly cautiously: "Uncle, you are here too."

"Relax." The man smiled, "Old Mrs. Zhang also invited your grandpa to her birthday party. But he is still abroad and probably won't be able to come back, so he asked me to attend on his behalf. I looked at the program of the banquet and I know There’s your performance, so come over and watch your rehearsal.”

Fang Ruchang suddenly said at this time: "Dad, is he still abroad? How is his health recently?"

This man's surname is Wu, his name is Wu Qiubin, and his family has a shipping business. At this time, he heard Fang Ruchang's question and said slightly coldly: "I'm fine lately, just a little problem."

"You should pay more attention to rest." Fang Ruchang said with a smile: "By the way, I met an old Chinese medicine doctor some time ago. I think I can introduce him to dad..."

"Let's talk about it later." Wu Qiubin responded casually, grabbed Fang Jiping's hand, and said with a smile: "Come, let's talk. I haven't seen you for almost a year. How are you doing?"

Of course, there were more than just Fang Jiping and Fang Ruchang in the orchestra, but seeing such a scene... the other members naturally didn't say much, and even deliberately acted as if they hadn't seen it.

Commander Fang was born into a poor family. When he was young, he seemed to have fallen in love with a girl from the Wu family. Naturally, the Wu family would not allow it. So the young conductor eloped with the rich lady. I heard that within a few years, the eldest daughter of the Wu family fell ill and died, leaving behind two father and son, Fang Ruchang and Fang Jiping.

Perhaps out of guilt, the Wu family accepted Fang Ruchang again... Of course, anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were probably only accepting Miss Wu's posthumous son.

Later, with the secret support of the Wu family, Fang Ruchang also received many opportunities, and is now considered a well-known conductor.

It should be said that it is an example of father being more valuable than son.

On the side, Wu Qiubin patted Fang Jiping's palm and said softly: "How have you been recently?"

Fang Jiping glanced at Fang Ruchang out of the corner of his eye. At this moment, he looked at Wu Qiubin and still said cautiously: "Everything is fine."

Wu Qiubin suddenly said: "Don't worry about your dad, you are the child of our Wu family. I heard that you are going to compete abroad soon, right?"

"Well, we are preparing now." Fang Jiping said softly.

"Your grandpa has a hard mouth, but a soft heart." Wu Qiubin said kindly: "If you work harder in this competition and get a good ranking, you can stop some people's mouths. Don't worry, my sister is only your son, I won't It will make you suffer.”

Fang Jiping suddenly didn't dare to look directly into Wu Qiubin's eyes, so he pretended to nod, "I understand."

Wu Qiubin smiled now, looked into Fang Jiping's eyes, and said kindly: "Your eyes are really like your mother's."

Fang Jiping couldn't help but smile bitterly and thought to himself: This is probably the reason why his father, Fang Ruchang, was willing to buy him back.

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When returning home in the evening, Fang Ruchang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly said, "What did your uncle say to you today?"

Fang Jiping didn't look at Fang Ruchang and held the steering wheel carefully, just as he held his own life carefully. He said softly: "It's nothing, just talk to me about home affairs."

"Didn't you mention me?" Fang Ruchang was also looking out the window at this moment, but he seemed to be questioning.

"No." Fang Jiping shook his head.

The two were silent for a long time. When they were about to return to the high-end community, Fang Ruchang looked at the community lights in front of the windshield and said calmly: "Look at this place, these are the things that successful people should have." .”

He looked at Fang Jiping and said, "These things are hard to come by, you must cherish them."

Fang Jiping nodded and stopped talking... The lights in the community in front were far less gorgeous than the city, but they were something more people longed for.

When he was about to return to the duplex villa where he lived, the slowly moving car suddenly stopped.

Fang Ruchang was stunned and said, "What's wrong?"

Fang Jiping was also confused and said: "I don't know, it suddenly misfired. I'll get out of the car and have a look."

Fang Jiping quickly got out of the car and opened the front cover of the car. Suddenly, a burst of thick smoke came out. Fang Jiping, who was choked by the thick smoke, coughed twice uncomfortably.

He moved the smoke in front of him with his hand, turned around and breathed in the fresh air, but at this moment he saw a figure not far away.

Fang Jiping was stunned, staring blankly at the figure leaving in a hurry. He wanted to speak out... but was unable to do so.

Fang Ruchang poked his head out of the car window, looked at Fang Jiping and said, "What did you see?"

"No...it's nothing. They should just be workers in the community." Fang Jiping murmured and said quickly: "It's strange that this car was just bought last month and it broke down so quickly. The quality of the things now is really bad." have some problem."

"Really..." Fang Rucheng opened the car door and walked out, "There are only a few steps left. Leave the car here, call the property management and let them handle it."

…

Before the security guards arrived, a person came to the car in front of the broken down car.

Luo Qiu reached out and patted the car's headlight gently, muttering: "I'm sorry, I let you bear the blame for the poor quality."

But it’s a Nissan car anyway…it can handle as many mistakes as it wants.

Luo Qiu glanced at the lighted house not far away and the figure staring silently under the shadow of the trees outside the house, and said to himself: "Let's get here first today."

He backed away slowly, his figure gradually disappearing in the shadows.

When Luo Qiu returned to the club, he looked at the time and saw that it was already past dinner time. The maid who had a quiet gaze like a statue suddenly stood up as if full of spirituality.

"Master, do you need to eat?"

Luo Qiu said: "Is dinner ready?"

"Just heat it up." The maid said with some pity: "I picked some wild bracken outside today, and I guess it's no longer edible now."

It would be a lie to say that it cannot be natural, but Youye has very high requirements for the food provided to the master, and will be disgusted by anything stale.

Luo Qiu looked at the time, smiled and said, "It's okay, just pack it up. I'll heat it up and eat it myself when I go home. Since I picked it by myself outside, I threw away the waste."

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…

"have you eaten?"

"I'm not... starving yet. I'm planning to buy something outside."

Downstairs, Luo Qiu called Ren Ziling because he didn't see any lights on in his home downstairs.

"No, I got some food. Come back."

"I love you so much! Baby!" came the roaring voice of Deputy Editor Ren, "Currently! Ren Ziling is sprinting towards a warm home at a speed of 130 per hour! Hey, hey... don't hang up. !!Depend on!!"

Boss Luo, who silently pitied Uncle Ma for how many speeding tickets he had to deal with this woman this month, smiled casually and put away the phone.

At this moment, on the roadside downstairs of the residential building, I suddenly saw a woman sitting on a travel suitcase.

A foreign woman... probably in her early thirties?

Luo Qiu couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly for a while, but the foreign woman had taken off her shoes and was rubbing her heels.

The foreign woman suddenly raised her head, as if she saw someone walking by. She said in unskilled Mandarin: "Sir, I just moved here today and I accidentally sprained my head. Can you help me up?" "

Luo Qiu looked at the building pointed by the foreign woman's finger...well, it was actually the same building.

"...Which floor?"

"Twelfth floor."

Well... go upstairs by yourself. (To be continued.)