After the New Year's Eve dinner, Tang Yili did not stay overnight at Tang Feng's house.
She lied that she had to prepare some materials for the reception and left first.
Tang Yili's house was in the same community as Tang Feng, and it was only a five-minute walk away. When he went downstairs, Tang Yili took a deep breath, looked at the white smoke, and went back in no hurry.
Tang Yili walked slowly around the colorful little garden, where thousands of houses were lit up with lights, and other people were having their families reunited. She seemed to be used to not being envious.
After walking around for a while wrapped in my down jacket, the cold wind made my face turn red. This is not the best thing about the winter in Beishi City. There is little snow and it is dry and cold.
Tang Yili bought a cup of coffee at the convenience store in the community, stood at the small table by the window, and rubbed his hands gently.
The clerk on duty was watching the party on his mobile phone. In the quiet space, all kinds of laughter and laughter suddenly came from.
There is a sense of tranquility in the years.
Tang Yili looked back and couldn't help but take out her mobile phone. She had no friends, and there were only a few people who could send her New Year greetings. Most of the "Happy New Year" messages sent to her came from group messages.
She didn't even bother to reply.
Finally, Xu Shi was too lonely, so Tang Yili brought up the chat page with Xun Lang.
Scroll from bottom to top, all the way back to last Spring Festival.
She asked when Xun Lang would come back, and Xun Lang said, after the New Year.
At that time, he would still lie to her, but a year later, she was no longer qualified to let him lie to her.
Tang Yili felt a little sad and couldn't bear to read any more, so he scrolled back to the most recent information.
Last time, Tang Yili came back from the United States and reported to him that he was safe.
For more than a month, every time Tang Yili wanted to contact Xun Lang, he would silently calculate the time interval in his mind, fearing that the time would not be long enough and contact him rashly, which would lead to suspicion of stalking.
Today is New Year's Eve, she thinks it is a good excuse. Even if they are ordinary friends, it is not too much to say New Year's greetings.
Tang Yili took a sip of the sour coffee liquid to embolden herself, then quickly edited a "Happy New Year" and sent it out.
Not knowing what Xun Lang was doing, he replied quickly and concisely: [You too, Happy New Year.]
Tang Yili was like a child who finally got some candy, biting his lip and couldn't help laughing.
Through the glass wall at night, a small slap-like face with a peach-like face was just reflected.
Tang Yili sent another red envelope, no more, no less, six hundred and sixty-six yuan.
The act of giving out red envelopes is a bit tacky, but this festival needs such indiscriminate tackiness to bring people closer together.
Soon, Xun Lang also returned a red envelope - 888.
Tang Yili held the phone, quickly opened it, looked at the huge numbers, and smiled for a moment.
Xun Lang also does such tacky things.
Suddenly, she had a brand new idea.
Even though this idea seemed a bit like being clever, she couldn't help it.
After bringing up the interface, Tang Yili sent another 666.
Xun Lang probably didn't think much about it and returned the same amount of 888.
The difference is 222 once, and 444 twice.
Tang Yili's heart beat faster. For the first time, she solved a math problem like an agent solving a puzzle. She entered the amount on the red envelope page, 812, and slowly left her hand.
If Xun Lang returns 888 this time, then the total difference between the three times is 520.
520, she can ignore all the details and just pretend that Xun Lang sent herself a 520 red envelope.
Although he was deceiving himself and being a bit stupid, Tang Yili still secretly tried to gain some sweetness from Xun Lang.
On New Year's Eve, the last day of the lunar year, why not fool yourself one last time this year.
Pretend that they still have a close relationship, pretend that he is still willing to coax her.
Tang Yili clicked the OK button, and the screen jumped back to the chat interface. At the end of the conversation, a small 812 transfer envelope appeared.
The above note is still, Happy New Year.
Like a gambler, he makes a bet and leaves his hand.
Tang Yili put her phone on the table and took a step back. She couldn't help but stamp her feet. She felt cold and numb after standing for a long time. She wanted to go back.
But Xun Lang's red envelope never came.
Tang Yili waited for a while, constantly refreshing the chat interface, but everything was still calm.
This meaningless action was repeated countless times.
A new message actually popped up on the screen.
Tang Yili felt his heartbeat stopped and held his breath to watch.
Xun Lang:【Thank you.】
the more you hope, the harder you fall.
Xun Lang did not send any more red envelopes.
I don't know if he thinks this back and forth is just boring, or if he sees through her little trick and deliberately doesn't reply.
Tang Yili threw the empty paper coffee cup into the trash can, and finally walked out of the convenience store holding her cell phone.
The clock just struck midnight.
Someone set off fireworks in the community, and the fireworks bombs shot into the air. In a blink of an eye, the world fell into a void.
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Charity dinners are different from business dinners in that women play the leading role and are a proper show of beauty.
There was a long red carpet at the door, and hundreds of long guns and cannons were set up, aiming at the ladies and elites from all walks of life, and there was a burst of clicks.
If it weren't for Yili to make clothes, Tang Yili would never wear a layer of soft gauze, stand in the cold wind, and pose for photos.
It's really too cold.
Her lip color, which was originally only pink, gradually deepened and turned into a rich crimson. When paired with a champagne-colored slim-fitting mermaid evening dress, she looked extremely gorgeous.
The kind that kills without repaying one's life.
Tang Yili was the center of attention almost as soon as she appeared.
Fortunately, the woman who was robbed of the limelight even before she stepped out of the red carpet is Gu Pan, the official editor-in-chief of Marie Claire.
Gu Pan looked back at Tang Yili, smiled slightly, and turned away.
Tang Yili secretly screamed, "It's over." But he still forced a smile and signed his name on the background board, followed by the words "Yili Clothing".
Later, the host was aware of current affairs and asked many questions about Yili's clothing making, so Tang Yili's hard work was not in vain.
Entering the infield, under the high dome, lights are used as stars, dotted above the head, giving the atmosphere of a celebrity.
Jun Pang also came today, wearing a neat suit. I don’t know how much hair wax he put on to firmly fix his small woolen curly hair. With his outstanding height, he actually looked like a human being when he walked in the shadow of his fragrant clothes and temples.
Already.
He waved to Tang Yili from a distance and said when he came up: "I guess you are going to bomb the site today. Sure enough, you know just now, you were taking pictures in front and how many people asked me about you."
Tang Yili was preoccupied with how to expand her network of contacts and had long been insulated from love. When Jun Fatty said this, she looked unconcerned and glanced at the group of women.
She asked Jun Pang casually: "You didn't help me promote Yili Clothing."
Jun Fatty curled his lips and said, "How much advertising fees do you want to give me, let me help you promote it."
“Forget it if we don’t publicize it.”
Tang Yili set her sights on the target and saw Gu Pan chatting with someone and walking towards the bathroom, so she quickly followed.