Trafford’s Trading Club

The rehearsals for Mrs. Zhang’s banquet have been completed, but the orchestra still has its own affairs.

Fang Jiping got up as usual and saw Fang Ruchang already eating breakfast in the living room.

Fang Ruchang suddenly said at this time: "I have something to do, I will go there later."

Fang Jiping didn't say anything and sat down quietly. The two finished their breakfast in silence. The nanny in this family has long been accustomed to the scene where the two father and son don't talk much.

Indeed, in a family with only father and son, there will always be more time for silence.

When Fang Jiping went out, he subconsciously looked around him... He didn't see the woman, but for some reason, he always felt that she might be somewhere.

Fang Jiping couldn't allow himself to stay in this place for too long, so he hurriedly left the community.

He had the urge not to go back to the band, so subconsciously, he went to a place where he could calm down, a famous theater in the city.

This place hadn't opened yet in the morning, but after showing up here many times, the security guard outside the door had already known the young violinist, and let Fang Jiping in with a smile.

There was no one in the theater, but there was a girl setting up the stage.

Fang Jiping walked quietly behind the girl, suddenly hugged the girl's waist from behind, and hugged her into his arms. She was suddenly attacked, but the girl didn't panic. She smiled on her pretty face and said in a deep voice: "Oh, where did the pervert come from? I want to call the police!"

The girl's fingers made the shape of a phone and she put it on her face, "Hey, Yaoyaoling?!"

Fang Jiping smiled, lowered his head on the girl's shoulder, and whispered: "Xiaoman, I miss you."

Xiaoman stopped making trouble, grabbed Fang Jiping's hand wrapped around her body, and quietly let this man hug her, right on this stage.

After a while, Fang Jiping let go of the girl in his arms.

Xiaoman turned around, tapped Fang Jiping's nose and said, "Is this enough? If you are in a bad mood, I can rent out my shoulder!"

Fang Jiping smiled.

The two of them came to the seats under the stage and sat down, looking at the stage. Fang Jiping suddenly grabbed Xiaoman's hand and said, "Are you tired?"

"It's okay." Xiaoman slapped his shoulders: "But it can be arranged this afternoon!"

Fang Jiping suddenly turned over and crossed the seat and came behind Xiaoman. He put his hands on her shoulders and kneaded them gently, "Relax."

Xiaoman said with a grimace: "If the manager sees it, will he fire me?"

Fang Jiping smiled and said: "Then I will no longer perform in his theater."

Xiaoman quickly turned around and said, "That's not possible! If you don't perform here, where can I go to perform for free?"

"Okay, stop talking and take a rest. There will be no one here."

Xiaoman immediately closed his eyes. After a while, Xiaoman took the backpack next to him. She took out a crumpled flyer from her backpack, and then took out her mobile phone.

Fang Jiping glanced at this kind of flyer, stopped his hands subconsciously, and blurted out: "What, what is this?"

Xiaoman didn't seem to care, while typing on the phone: "A missing person flyer. When I went to work this morning, I saw a student-looking guy posting this kind of thing downstairs. He said he was posting it for people. Yes, I asked him for one. Well, I plan to post it on Moments and see how much I can help. After missing for twenty years, this child’s parents must be having a hard time. "

Fang Jiping continued to move his hands, but said slowly: "But have you ever thought that it might be the fault of the parents that caused the child to be abducted?"

"Well..." Xiaoman blinked and said, "But you've been looking for it for twenty years? If you didn't sell your child on purpose, what mistake did you make? You should be punished enough, right? Besides, if If you were heartless, you wouldn’t have searched for these twenty years, right?”

Fang Jiping fell silent for a moment.

Xiaoman looked up at Fang Jiping, but Fang Jiping patted Xiaoman on the shoulder and said, "I still have something to do... Let's have dinner together tonight."

"Okay~"

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…

Fang Ruchang also went out shortly after Fang Jiping went out. The already famous conductor was not in a hurry to leave the community, but took a stroll in the forest near his home.

His eyes seemed to be searching for something, and he was very patient. Soon after, Fang Ruchang stopped, squinting his eyes slightly and looking at the back of a figure who was sitting under a tree and resting.

In fact, if it weren't for hearing a slight cough, Fang Ruchang wouldn't have noticed that there was anyone here.

As a conductor, his ears are more sensitive than ordinary people.

"who are you?"

…

Suddenly, Yang Ping heard a voice coming from behind. She was eating breakfast in the property management canteen of the community. Yang Ping quickly wiped her face and stood up hurriedly: "I, I'm not lazy, it's not time to go to work yet."

"I'm not asking you this, I'm asking you who are you?" Fang Ruchang looked the cleaner up and down.

When the car broke down last night, it seemed that this was the person he saw when he poked his head out. Then later, when Fang Jiping was following him, he discovered that he seemed to be looking for a whole person.

His face is weathered, his skin is dark, and he is slightly hunchbacked. Fang Ruchang recalled Fang Jiping's actions last night, and had some vague guesses in his mind.

"I, this is how I clean, sir." Yang Ping lowered her head. She did not dare to look directly at the man with a majestic voice.

"I am Ji Ping's father." Fang Ruchang said coldly.

Yang Ping suddenly raised her head, as if she was getting excited, but she quickly suppressed her excitement and said, "Sir, I, I don't quite understand what you said."

"What is that?" Fang Ruchang suddenly pointed at a gray and white cloth bag tied to a garbage basket.

Yang Ping suddenly panicked and said, "Nothing, just some clothes and sundries."

"Let me take a look." Fang Ruchang said calmly, but his movements were very fast. Before Yang Ping could react, he walked over quickly and opened the bag.

"Hey! You can't look!"

But it was too late for the aunt to stop her. Although her vision was blurred, she could clearly see Fang Ruchang flipping through his cloth bag. The aunt's eyes suddenly looked like she was about to cry, "You can't look!"

"I guessed it right." Fang Ruchang sneered at this moment, found a leaflet in his hand, looked at Yang Ping and said: "You are indeed Ji Ping's biological mother. I never expected that with a population of more than one billion, You can actually find this place."

Seeing that he had been exposed, Yang Ping said helplessly: "Mr. Fang, I... I just want to see my son. I don't plan to do anything."

"Didn't you already see it?" Fang Ruchang said calmly: "Then why are you still here?"

"I...I just want to see him." Yang Ping lowered her head and said quietly: "Just look at him from a distance. I know whether he is happy or not."

Fang Ruchang suddenly sneered: "Really? Don't you think Ji Ping is living a good life now, and thinking that his future life will be secure, that's why he refuses to leave?"

Yang Ping suddenly became anxious, gritted her teeth and said slightly excitedly: "Mr. Fang, how could you say that!"

Fang Ruchang snorted: "I asked Ji Ping about his childhood. I know you are a gambler, and I also know why your son was kidnapped."

Yang Ping grabbed her clothes tightly. Fang Ruchang was like a huge mountain in front of her, weighing her down so much that she felt like she couldn't breathe. She moved her lips, but she didn't know what she could say.

Fang Ruchang continued indifferently: "Do you know how your son lived after he was taken away? I'm not afraid to tell you. After that, he was forced by traffickers to beg on the streets. I don't need to beg for money on the streets. Did you tell me? You have been looking for your son for so long, haven’t you seen how those children who are forced to beg for money are treated? "

"I-I don't know...I don't know..."

Yang Ping's sallow face suddenly twitched, and she slumped down on the grass helplessly, lowering her head in despair, with big tears emerging from her white and turbid eyes.

She had cried countless **** nights, but never once had she shed such tears of grief that it almost seemed like her heart was being ripped out.

When her son was abducted, she was heartbroken and was scolded by her family. She left her hometown and walked away from home, traveling across most of China with her legs. During the past twenty years, she had never been able to settle down one day, every day, every night.

But now, after hearing about what happened to Fang Jiping, the guilt and self-blame that had been buried for twenty years were like a poisonous snake that could kill her.

"I'm not human! I deserve to die! I'm not human! I deserve to die... I'm not human!"

Yang Ping slapped her face again and again. These old and weak palms were using all her strength, "I'm not a human being!! My son... God, I deserve to die, but why do you want to This is what you're doing to my son! Oh my god...you're going to kill me...I deserve to die!"

Just at this time.

Fang Ruchang grabbed Yang Ping's hand and said coldly: "No need to act, I have seen too many people like you! Don't you just want money?"

He reached out and took out a checkbook from his clothes, quickly wrote down a series of numbers, pulled it out, and still put it in Yang Ping's arms and said: "Fang Jiping is my son and has nothing to do with you. This place There are two million, you leave this place! Never come back! You'd better not be too little. With this money, even if your son was not abducted and lived in the poor place where you used to be, he will be with you for the rest of his life. You can’t make enough, it’ll be enough for you to live through your old age!”

Unexpectedly, Yang Ping suddenly got excited and slapped the check in her arms away like a poisonous snake. Her lips kept twitching and her shoulders were weak, "I don't want it... I don't want it, I just want my son... I can't help him, I don't want the money... I deserve it..."

Fang Ruchang suddenly frowned and shouted in a deep voice: "Fang Jiping is very important to me, and I won't let you appear in front of him again. I don't care if you want it or not. If you refuse to disappear, don't blame me for being disrespectful to you. You're welcome."

But Yang Ping seemed like she couldn't hear it at this time.

She suddenly started crying and laughing. She suddenly slammed her palms against the tree trunk hard, "What money should I bet on... What money should I bet on... It was you who threw away my son. I What do I want you to do!"

A pair of veteran hands smashed towards the tree trunk crazily, but the skin and flesh were torn apart after just a few hits.

The ten fingers were connected to the heart, but they couldn't compare to the pain in her heart at this moment. When she was tired from beating her, Yang Ping leaned against the tree trunk, her hair hanging down randomly.

Her hands kept shaking, and she suddenly seemed as if she hadn't seen Fang Ruchang, "Hu baby, where are you? Mom is here to find you, tiger baby, tiger baby, tiger baby..."

Fang Ruchang looked at this woman without blinking and left like a zombie. Step by step, he felt that this woman had gone crazy.

"Hu baby, where are you...Hu baby, mommy bought you popsicles, one for you and one for me...Hu baby, Hu baby..."

Distant sounds. (To be continued.)