Unfortunately, today was a working day, and Tang Yili had to go to class. She got up early and sent a message to Xun Lang, saying that she would finish class at ten o'clock, and they made an appointment to have lunch, and then she hurried to the classroom.
The morning class ended on time. She was going to the hotel to find Xun Lang, but she met him at the entrance of the teaching building.
After a moment of surprise, she walked over and asked, "How did you know I was here?"
"There is a course schedule on your school's official website. I checked it and found it." Xun Lang was wearing the black wool coat from yesterday. The suit shirt underneath had been changed into a black pullover sweater and dark gray trousers.
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The most restrained color is never monotonous on him. The whole person is like the empty night sky, cold and lonely.
With Xun Lang's temperament, standing in the crowd of top fashion designers, he was completely regarded as a top model.
100% return rate.
Tang Yili walked out side by side with him and said slightly apologetically: "I may only be able to have lunch with you."
She explained: "I had a magazine interview in the afternoon. It was not originally scheduled for today, but they called me in the morning and said that the schedule was suddenly available, so in the afternoon..."
Xun Lang glanced at his watch subconsciously and asked her what time the afternoon interview would start.
"a little."
Xun Lang: "Then let's eat first, and I'll accompany you there in the afternoon."
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We once again chose to have lunch downstairs at the Xunlang Hotel. The main reason was that there were plenty of varieties and there were few people. The two of us had a simple meal and it was already almost twelve o'clock.
Tang Yili sat in his seat, forked a piece of apple, and turned on his phone to check the map.
The location of the magazine was relatively unfamiliar to her. It was in a relatively remote location in a Paris neighborhood. She studied the route to see how to get there more conveniently. Xun Lang took out the car keys directly from his pocket.
"Stop checking, let's drive."
Tang Yili was once again surprised by Xiao Xiao. He didn't expect that the CEO's special car could follow him to every corner of the world, but thinking about it, it was not unusual to have money to travel all over the world.
They left the restaurant and the car parked under a sycamore tree. The big black Land Rover particularly complemented the man's physique and was completely different from the delicate and petite French man.
Xun Lang unlocked the car, Tang Yili got into the passenger seat, pulled up the seat belt, opened the navigation on the side, and switched to the English version.
Xun Lang was not familiar with the road, but he had a steady nature and was extremely patient. He carefully read the road signs according to the navigation, and did not make a mistake even once, arriving at his destination quickly.
It was still a bit early, and the surrounding area was a bit desolate, with only a few small coffee shops and convenience stores.
The two of them were sitting in the car killing time. It was a bit cold, so Tang Yili asked if he wanted a cup of coffee.
"Your feet are just right, sit down." Xun Lang opened the door and went to buy something.
He bypassed the front of the car and went straight to the nearest takeout window. Tang Yili's eyes followed the man's figure - he was not wearing a coat, only a black sweater, holding a wallet in his hand, lowering his head to talk to the window
When he looked up, he had to lower his head slightly, revealing his steep profile, which gave him the feeling of a solitary mountain with cold snow.
But only Tang Yili knew that this man's gentleness was deep in his bones.
The coffee was quickly bought and was still piping hot. Tang Yili took two cups from her side and watched Xun Lang go around the front of the car to get on.
She carefully distinguished the difference between the two cups.
"One cup has milk and one cup has no milk." He didn't know whether Tang Yili still chose the calories, so he bought both and let her choose.
"Oh. Then I want one without breasts."
Tang Yili chose black coffee as usual and handed the other cup to Xun Lang. The two of them drank, and the car was soon filled with the bitter aroma of coffee.
Feeling a little bored, Tang Yili played with the car radio for a while. He didn't know which radio station it was, but he sang an unknown French song in a lazy voice, isolating the car from the outside world.
They seemed to be on an isolated island, getting further and further away from the world on the shore.
Tang Yili asked: "Do you know French?"
Xun Lang: "No."
Tang Yili: "Not at all?"
Xun Lang: "If it has an English derivative, I can understand it a little bit."
Both of them smiled and realized that this was indeed not going to happen.
The time for a song and a cup of coffee passed quickly, and it was already the time agreed with the magazine.
Although they were somewhat nostalgic for this moment of tranquility, the voyage was over and they were about to return to the bustling mainland.
The two of them went upstairs together, and when they arrived at the floor, Tang Yili made a phone call, and someone quickly came out to pick him up.
The nature of work in print media used to be a race against time, but now it is also a race against new media. People inside are so busy that naturally no one gossips about who the handsome man next to Yitang Yili is.
Tang Yili was arranged to the dressing room and she put on makeup. Xun Lang sat on the sofa nearby, occasionally checking his phone to reply to messages, but most of the time, he just quietly looked at the busy people in front of the mirror.
One is responsible for makeup and hair, and the other is responsible for shooting and drafting.
Anyone who has reached Xun Lang's position has experienced this process several times, and it is not too new.
It's just that Tang Yili's immersed look is a bit strange to Xun Lang.
She cries, she laughs, they are all so enthusiastic and spontaneous, and at this moment, the calmness on her soft face, the way the world turns around for me, is particularly attractive.
After putting on makeup, I walked to the studio, where the host was waiting. After briefly shaking hands with Tang Yili, he took his seat and started the interview.
"Ms. Tang, because of your design, there has been a wave of Mongolian coats in the fashion industry. Everyone is posting various combinations on Twitter and Facebook. Have you seen how much people praise you?"
"In the industry, my job is to read more. There are many talented bloggers on the Internet, and I will also learn how to dress from them," Tang Yili chuckled, "In fact, how to match the coat I designed
It looks better. I only found out about it by seeing other people wearing it online."
The audience was amused by this humorous and humble joke.
Xun Lang then curled his lips.
The host asked again: "Why do you think people online know how to wear the coats you design better than you?"
"I feel that as a designer, I only capture the common beauty of a piece of clothing that is suitable for everyone, but cannot fully express the beauty of an independent individual. Therefore, the beauty that is re-created on the basis of common beauty is even more superior. This is what I
I have always advocated the aesthetics of personal independence.”
“What is personal independent aesthetics?”
Tang Yili: “This is a life attitude that is loyal to personal aesthetics. For example, if you only like black, wear black all the time, and infiltrate black into all the details of your life, you will not question your choices because of what others say or do.
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Host: "It sounds like Miss Tang is a very determined person."
Tang Yili was stunned for a moment before speaking.
"It's difficult for a person to be firm from the beginning..."
It is difficult for a person to be firm from the beginning, unless she has experienced tremendous frustration and self-doubt before she can find a firm fulcrum.