Celebration parties tended to stay up all night, so Tang Yili took a taxi back to the apartment on the pretext of catching a flight.
Today is the festival, and from behind several doors in the corridor, laughter and laughter can be heard.
Tang Yili opened the door with the key card, and the light in the corridor poured into the dark room at an angle of 45 degrees.
Tang Yili was stunned for a moment.
It turned out that she got up early and left the house, and she forgot to turn on the light in the entrance hall - this was a habit she developed after coming to Paris. If she came home late, she would turn on the light in the entrance hall in advance, so that no matter how late she came back, it would seem like someone was waiting for her.
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But she forgot to turn on the light when she went out this morning.
The moment she opened the door, Tang Yili admitted that she was defeated by loneliness.
She took off her coat and kicked off her shoes. Wearing only her stockings, she stepped on the floor and closed the door. The room fell into silence and darkness again, and she could only see the shadowy plants on the terrace.
She leaned against the door panel and slowly sat down, burying her head in her knees. In her ears, she could only hear the hands of the old-fashioned clock, clicking by.
I don't know how long it took, but Tang Yili's phone rang. It was Xun Lang.
Her confusion and nervousness came online at the same time. After the call was connected, she held the phone to her ear.
In a quiet room, the clear sound is like a power amplifier.
"Where are you?" he asked.
A little more confused, Tang Yili replied: "...at home, what's wrong..."
"Come downstairs and help me, now." Xun Lang's voice was smooth and calm, and there was the sound of the car door opening and closing from the other end.
Random calls were hung up.
With just one word from him, Tang Yili felt a storm in her heart. She quickly got up, rushed to the terrace, and looked down from the sixth floor——
A black business car was slowly opening the trunk, and the driver was moving luggage out. A familiar and upright figure stood in the snow and said to the people in the car: "It's cold outside, hold your child in the car and wait...
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When the sound reached the sixth floor, it was no longer so real, but Tang Yili was still shocked as if he were listening to the Sanskrit sound.
She almost ran downstairs barefoot and closed the door. She turned back and put on her snow boots.
While waiting for the elevator, her tears kept making the final resistance to her eyes.
The golden elevator wall reflected a nervous and unsure face. Tang Yili felt that he was a little ridiculous and blinked his eyes hard, trying to force back tears.
When the elevator arrived, she got on without hesitation and pressed the button for the first floor.
As the numbers on the screen beat, Tang Yili could hear his heart beating in his arms.
Xun Lang came with his son?
On this snowy night?
On this Christmas Eve that she should have spent alone?
"Ding dong."
Within a few seconds, the elevator reached the first floor.
As the elevator door slowly opened, the coolness in front of me penetrated into my heart.
Tang Yili took deep breaths repeatedly, then trotted open the heavy carved door of the apartment lobby.
This was a scene that had never appeared in her dreams. The joy in Tang Yili's heart made her throb.
Three large boxes of luggage have been unloaded on the snow. The nanny is holding a little boy wrapped in down. She has just gotten out of the car. She is putting a hat on the child, but the little ancestor who was woken up seems to be very unhappy. He flattens his mouth and keeps talking again and again.
Pull the hat down.
Xun Lang had just finished explaining to the driver, and the black car slowly drove away, blending into the ink color.
He turned around slowly until he saw Tang Yili, Xun Lang's movements stopped.
The snow on Christmas Eve fell again. Across the night, they seemed to think of another Christmas Eve that also snowed.
Their eyes met, silence was all the dialogue.
Tang Yili was the one who came to his senses first, held his breath and walked towards Xun Shao'ang.
No matter the biting cold or the special night, there was no real warmth like holding her son in her arms.
Following the crunch of the snow and the beating of her heart like a drum, Tang Yili walked over quickly and stretched out her hand.
"Shao'ang..." I am my mother.
She muttered silently in her mind, as if she was afraid of being rejected and didn't dare to hug him right away.
Fortunately, Xun Shao'ang had seen too many adults who showed kindness to him, and he didn't have any sense of recognition. He drooled heavily and grinned at Tang Yili.
The smile with only four teeth successfully ended the tears that Tang Yili was about to shed.
The nanny wanted to fulfill her wish, and carried Shao'ang into Tang Yili's arms. Seeing that he didn't reject her, she coaxed, "I'm looking for mommy. Shao'ang likes mommy, right?"
Shao'ang smiled heartlessly.
Tang Yili glanced at the nanny gratefully, took the child, and felt that she could no longer let go.
Xun Lang came over and said, go in first, the snow is getting heavier and heavier.
Tang Yili agreed very much and hurriedly entered the house with Shao'ang in his arms. Behind him, the nanny and Xun Lang pushed the box and followed.
When taking the elevator, Tang Yili looked in the mirror and realized that she had just run out wearing a turtleneck sweater. She was the only one who was the thinnest, and her nose was red from the cold.
Xun Shaoang kept looking at her and smiling, wondering if this kid thought his mother was ugly.
Tang Yili's nose deliberately touched his son's chubby little face, and Shao'ang burst out laughing.
Xun Lang stood near the elevator door. When he heard laughter behind him, he tilted his head slightly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Soon the elevator arrived at the sixth floor.
This was probably the most unexpected and important guest that this apartment welcomed. Tang Yili invited them in and then pointed the direction to the nanny.
"You can stay in the guest room. I've prepared all the baby's things."
The nanny took two large boxes in twice to organize them.
Tang Yili was sitting in the living room, taking off Shao'ang's coat. The little boy, who was more than eleven months old, was scurrying around like a big carp. Tang Yili was not skilled at all, so he took off his coat for a long time, but only took off his coat.
Half of the trouser leg fell off.
Xun Lang had just washed his hands when he saw the wrestling mother and son. He smiled and came over to help.
He asked his secretary to rent this house. He knew the address and floor, but when he came to the house for the first time and stood downstairs, he was still a little hesitant.
"When I saw the light in your room, I thought you were not at home."
Xun Lang held down his son's flailing calf, while Tang Yili pulled on his pants and replied: "I went to do a favor for a friend today and I just came back. If you had come half an hour earlier, you might have to wait downstairs.
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Xiao Xiao took off his cream-yellow down jacket and down pants, and Shao Ang wore a sea-spirit striped one-piece underneath. With his belly arched, he jumped off the sofa and crawled around on the carpet, very active.
Tang Yili followed the child step by step, both to accompany and to observe, and then discovered that Xun Shao'ang only crawled very smoothly, but had no intention of walking upright with his legs.
"He can't walk yet?" Tang Yili asked.
Xun Lang nodded, with a hint of helpless smile in his expression.
According to the common sense of child care, most children will basically leave when they are about one year old. However, the son of the world champion did not show any extraordinary sports performance. No wonder Tang Feng and even Xun Lang himself were puzzled.