This was the first time that he and Tang Yili had dinner, and it was a dinner that the French particularly liked. Hans felt indescribably happy.
However, he is a reserved person. In terms of status, he is still a teacher, and he still pays attention to propriety. After all, he does not want to make himself as vulgar as Townsend.
"How do you feel when you are promoted to the second year of graduate school?" He found a very suitable topic.
"It's not bad." Tang Yili sprinkled some chili sauce on his noodles, raised his head and smiled, "Because I skipped a grade for a whole year, I feel that there is a big gap between me and my second-year classmates. I usually ask the professors.
Xi asked, I wonder if it will bother others."
"Of course not," Hans said decisively, "Every student who can ask questions is the teacher's favorite person."
"Otherwise, it would be quite embarrassing for a teacher to stand up there and perform a one-man show by himself," he laughed at himself unconsciously, "like me."
Tang Yili smiled, only thinking that he was making fun of himself, and did not have any contempt for his dullness.
People who haven't eaten for a day have a good appetite, and the spicy and sour chili peppers are also very flavorful, making a dish of noodles costing a few yuan as popular as a Michelin meal.
Tang Yili ate very elegantly, taking small bites but quickly. After eating, she slowly wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue.
Hans was a little impatient.
What should I do if I see a girl who has finished eating but his invitation hasn’t been extended yet?
Not having much courage or time, Hans gritted his teeth and spoke.
"are you free tomorrow?"
Tang Yili slowly put down the napkin, without even asking what was going on, "I have an appointment tomorrow, and a designer friend asked me to come to the rescue."
"I have an appointment..." Hans couldn't hide his frustration, but managed to maintain a smile, "It seems I'm a step too late."
"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and there is a dance in the college..." He wanted to ask Tang Yili to be his dance partner, but he didn't say it out loud.
"Forget it, since you have work to do, you'd better get down to business first, the dance or something..." He blushed and shrugged.
Every university has dances, all kinds of dances, but those are just the things that middle school students yearn for - romantic music, beautiful dresses, and elegant gentlemen.
When she was an undergraduate student at University A, the orientation party that Tang Yili attended was of a similar nature. Tang Feng even joked with her daughter and asked her if she had met Prince Charming.
At that time, Tang Yili lowered his eyelids and commented: "I must attend a school dance once in my life, but attending once is enough."
Participate once and you will be immune for life.
The beauty in my imagination basically doesn't exist, only the hormonal surges that go out to the sky.
Tang Yili thought that she was no longer a girl, but she didn't expect that Hans was still a pure man.
However, this has nothing to do with her. People are free to do what they like. Tang Yili didn't comment too much and just wished Hans a good time.
After the two of them finished their meal, Hans insisted on sending Tang Yili back to the apartment, but she declined.
Although Tang Yili was a little apologetic for causing the blond Hans to show a pitiful expression of disappointment, but it is her current principle not to talk about love but to focus on career.
After a full night's rest, Tang Yili took a taxi and rushed to the show the next day.
John Parson's new product launch conference was held in an old warehouse in Paris, focusing on the theme of environmental protection. The original position of the scaffolding was almost maintained at the site, and a winding T stage was opened in the middle, with white steel pipes spliced on both sides.
The chairs are in an industrial style.
Tang Yili only observed the lighting and positioning on the stage before diving into the work backstage.
The show starts at 6pm.
As John Parson said, whether the staff or the models, they only care about the content of their work, no one cares about the clothes. Every time they change clothes in a hurry, it is all forced, and almost every piece has flaws.
.
Tang Yili and another designer took needlework and drawings and kept tinkering.
I was busy until 7pm, which was the final moment.
Tang Yili finally had a moment to breathe. She stood backstage, and through the curtain, she saw a large group of models appearing one after another, with big arms and long legs, stepping on the powerful drum beats, walking with wind, and passing by.
Finally, they gave up the center position on the runway.
John Parson appeared, a short man, wearing the most ordinary black short-sleeved shirt and jeans, walking among the beautiful models, without losing his aura.
Tang Yili couldn't see John Parson's expression, only his back, with a clear outline.
The unusually bright chasing lights dimmed the entire scene, leaving John Parson as the focus of the world. The light behind him was so strong that it gathered into an arc of light, forcing Tang Yili to squint his eyes slightly.
The light and shadow swayed, causing people to lose consciousness for a moment.
Tang Yili remembered the day when she founded the Yili Clothing Show. It was so cold in Beijing that it turned to ice. She left everything behind in the show and ran to California, USA.
That night, there was a blizzard in California, and she stood in the snow, paying the price of her first big show in life to get where she is now.
does it worth?
Tang Yili asked himself.
"Hey! This is great!"
Tang Yili suddenly came to his senses and found that John Parson had already walked off the stage. He first gave Tang Yili, who didn't react, a huge hug, and then hugged everyone else one by one.
"Thank you all for your concerted work!" John Parson was immersed in the joy of success. "If it weren't for your efforts, this show would never be successful. I will include every second of tonight in my work
Everyone’s name is in the room’s yearbook!”
Everyone applauded together.
"My success is also everyone's success!" John Parson cheered, "The next step is our time!"
Time to celebrate.
Christmas Eve is perfect for gatherings. A large number of like-minded people moved from the show venue to a bar one kilometer away. The place had been reserved in advance. They had just been comrades in a trench, so everyone naturally became familiar with each other.
The atmosphere is very good.
Even Tang Yili, who doesn't like to get into crowds of people, was encouraged to go on stage and sing a Chinese song.
In a small and remote tavern, Tang Yili found an old song that suited the rhythm of playing and singing by herself. She leaned on a high stool, lazily held it in front of the microphone pole, and spoke.
you open a window
I see hope outside the window
you lit a lamp
I saw the brightness
…
I walk through this sad street alone
How to feel everything about you
I mustered up the courage to forget this distance
How do I get used to not having you?
…
When I sang this, I realized that the last scene of the song was about emotions, which made me deeply moved.
And Tang Yili will take a flight tomorrow morning and travel across the ocean to get divorced and end her life.