Tang Yili lay in bed for several days, barely wanting to leave the room except for eating and going to the toilet.
The world would go on without her, and the world outside the room seemed to have nothing to do with her.
She closed her eyes, lying on her side, and occasionally glanced at the time on her phone, which read two o'clock in the afternoon, two thirty, and two forty-five. Time went by slower and slower, and then she curled up into a ball again, holding back the loneliness.
Waiting for sleep to come to your doorstep.
At the same time, Xun Lang got out of the noon entertainment, got in the car, and listened to Chen Kai report on the project that was completed last night.
He said nothing and kept staring outside the car.
Spring in Beishi is very short. Because it is short, there is a rare sense of beauty. The humid air smells of green grass, and the bullfinch that has come over the winter is chirping on the green branches.
Recently, he would always think of a day like this three years ago. In the pattern-making room of University A, the transom was opened, the spring breeze rushed in, and Tang Yili stood at the table, immersed in cutting.
At that time, they all had a fire in their hearts, burning for the cause they loved and the people they loved.
Chen Kai and Xun Lang attended the entertainment event at noon. After reporting on the way, the car happened to drive under the company building. Chen Kai was about to get out of the car. Seeing that Xun Lang had no intention of moving, he asked: "Mr. Xun?"
Xun Lang leaned there and asked the driver to get off the bus with Chen Kai for a long time.
Xun Lang didn't even bring a bodyguard with him, so he drove alone in the city aimlessly.
Big bosses make money in seconds, and a small decision affects the livelihood of millions of people. It is a bit too extravagant to waste spring time.
Xun Lang drove onto the viaduct and drove all the way north. He started when the city was bright and the sun was setting, and the setting sun was like dove's blood. After his self-consumption, he finally reached the destination.
Xun Lang rested one hand on the steering wheel. At this time, Wei Ran called and asked him in an almost equally sad tone: "Do you have time? Come out for a drink."
Xun Lang made an appointment at Fusion Hui.
As business entertainment gradually increased, Xun Lang had long been accustomed to visiting such places.
Fusion Hui is only open to members. It is a gold-selling site for many real bosses, with hidden items for eating, drinking and having fun. As long as you have money, you can unlock it.
Xun Lang didn't drink much during business dinners, and no one dared to persuade him, but when he got together with Wei Ran, he didn't have so many scruples. As soon as he came in, he ordered a bottle of whiskey and drank it himself, waiting for Wei Ran.
Fifteen minutes later, Wei Ran, who had kept the boss waiting for so long, sat down and complained without the slightest apology.
"This place is so hard to find, I was so confused trying to give directions to a taxi."
Xun Lang raised his eyes slightly.
Wei Ran rested his elbows on the back of the sofa and tilted his head, giving off an unusually lazy look.
He tilted his head and watched Xun Lang pour a glass of wine and slide it over. Just one centimeter away from falling off the table, the crystal glass automatically decelerated and stopped in front of him, not missing a centimeter.
Wei Ran crossed his legs and smiled: "Why, are you in a bad mood today?"
Xun Lang lowered his eyes again, "Let's talk about you first. I heard Coach Lei said that you want to retire?"
Wei Ran's smile gradually faded, "Last year, my results in various competitions... you have heard, right? Not only did I not improve, but I started to regress."
He had already switched from butterfly to medley, and wanted to use his special advantages to crush him. Unfortunately, this field is changing too fast. There are always new people, and they are younger and more talented.
Wei Ran is already an old horse in the eyes of the audience.
He is one year older than Xun Lang. He has his birthday this year and is 25 years old. It is not unusual for him to consider retiring.
Wei Ran: "For this year's Asian Games, the national team sent Cheng Zhun and Xiao Laji, and even Liu Changhe was selected, but I was not selected..." Looking back at the day when the roster was announced, the surprised expressions of the juniors were the same as those of Coach Lei.
Unfortunately, he knew that he had reached the end of his career.
However, he still has a way out.
Wei Ran smiled self-deprecatingly: "Thanks to United Airlines' advertisement, my big picture has been flying for a year. Since last year, agencies have come to me. This year, even Coach Lei hinted that I could consider it."
"What do you think?"
Wei Ran wanted to hear Xun Lang's opinion.
Their love for swimming is much deeper than that of others. Giving up this path and starting another path is no less than reincarnating. It would be a lie to say that they are not timid.
Xun Lang rubbed a silver-white lighter, it made a snapping sound, and the flames went out between his finger bones.
"In competitive sports, everyone will retire one day. It just depends on the timing of retirement. If you think it is worth retiring, it is not a regret."
"Yeah." Wei Ran sighed, "Competitive sports are so fucked up. If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't, just get out. How many years of youth have been put into it. If you say it's no longer possible, I will tell you to get out. Tell me, some ball sports
, you can be at your peak for more than ten years and work until you are forty; look at our swimmers, how many in the world can swim until they are thirty."
"I'm only at this age, but I'm still being forced to do so. It's strange that I feel happy!"
Xun Lang: "That's enough. You've won gold medals at the World Championships and the Asian Games, and you've also won a silver medal at the Olympics. This resume is already quite impressive."
Wei Ran put his tongue against his cheek and glared at Xun Lang, "I also want to win a Grand Slam, okay."
Xun Lang, who had won the Grand Slam, just smiled lightly. There was no pride in his eyes, but there was a trace of emotion that was incomprehensible.
The two raised their hands to clink glasses.
Wei Ran took a deep breath and asked Xun Lang, "When you retired, did you think it was worth it for Tang Yili?"
Xun Lang shook the wine glass gently, and the walls of the glass collided with the ice cubes, making a crisp clanging sound.
He didn't speak.
Wei Ran asked again: "What about now, do you regret it?"
He spoke in a lazy tone, but he spoke to the point.
"Especially now, after being tortured so much by your wife, do you regret retiring for her?"
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At ten o'clock in the evening, the night stars are dotted, shrouding this reveling city.
Xun Lang returned home smelling of alcohol.
Tang Yili was walking in front of Xun Lang carrying a steaming bowl of noodles. The instant noodles at night were not to mention alluring.
Tang Yili didn't know it at all. He put the noodle bowl on the low table in the living room, took a cushion to cushion it on, sat directly on the floor, used chopsticks to hold the noodles and blew slowly while using the remote control to adjust the channel.
Finally, the scene was fixed on a late-night family drama, where there was a small role, playing the role of the hero's daughter. She was considered to be one of the fifth and sixth female characters, and she looked familiar.
"What's your name..." Tang Yili suddenly spoke. Xun Lang, who was walking to the guest room, stopped and turned back to look at her.
Tang Yili bit the end of her chopsticks, "This woman was the heroine who was originally scheduled to shoot a commercial with Wei Ran. At that time, she made Feng Yiman and I angry because she touched Wei Ran, so we kicked her out.
She left... I didn’t expect that she would now be filming a TV series again.”