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Chapter 23 Dove

Chapter 23: It’s too late

Thick clouds filled the sky, pressing down low.

It's getting late, and the talk show has already begun.

Knowing that Xun Lang would not show up tonight, Tang Yili didn't know what he was thinking, so he sneaked out of the theater again by accident.

Two hours ago, Xun Lang sent a second text message, saying that he would not be able to come today.

Not only did she miss her dinner date, she even gave up on her talk show.

At that time, Tang Yili was queuing up in the restaurant, and it happened to be her turn. The waiter took a pen and asked her what to order.

At that moment, huge disappointment poured down like a downpour, and Tang Yili just wanted to find a place to hide.

Carrying her purse, she walked out of the restaurant alone under the strange gaze of the waiter, sleepwalked along the street, and finally reached the entrance of the theater.

The performance has already begun, and the audience has already entered the venue. Only the scalpers at the door are left, holding a stack of tickets in their hands and asking passers-by one by one.

"Want it? 30% off, it's very cheap."

Tang Yili unconsciously took out his own card. Seeing that the business could not be done, the scalpers slowly dispersed.

Tang Yili sat down on the viewing platform of the square, holding the ticket in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, repeatedly reading the last text message Xun Lang sent.

【Sorry, I can’t go there today.】

Xun Lang didn't even explain, he simply informed her that he wouldn't be coming.

Any normal person can understand the meaning, but Tang Yili was still a little unwilling. The bills were crumpled into a ball and thrown away by her. She was holding the phone in both hands. She wanted to ask Xun Lang, did I give you face?

.

Edit, delete, edit, delete again.

Tang Yili wrote this sentence over and over again for ten minutes, and finally deleted it all.

Putting the phone into her bag, Tang Yili secretly swore that she would never lick it again. She would lick whoever liked her. What kind of good thing could a man like her dare to dote on her do? I don't care about it!

Tang Yili stood on the street and raised her hand, took a taxi, and returned to the restaurant. Her car was parked there, like a majestic and majestic beast, and like a quiet chicken against the surrounding cars.

Tang Yili got into the car and sat in the cab. The high and far perspective made her feel like she was sitting on the top of a mountain.

The feeling of loneliness is overwhelming.

Her Majesty the Queen, who had been holding on to her persona just now, suddenly hugged the steering wheel, leaned over and burst into tears.

Pear blossoms bring rain, punches and kicks.

Tang Yili cried and yelled.

"Xun Lang, bastard!"

"..."

"But I just like him...what should I do..."



Tang Yili has been collecting roses for many days.

What snow mountain, Jin Hui, Diana.

If it weren't for the generous Mr. Li, Fu Xi might not have known all his life that roses of different colors have so many strange names.

During the break, beautifully packaged bouquets of flowers were delivered directly to the classroom. Under the gaze of everyone, they were looked upon with envy by countless people.

Tang Yili took the flowers from the delivery boy and put them aside casually. Even the female teacher teaching garment design couldn't help but step down from the podium and ask her.

"The beauty has reconciled with Mr. Li recently?"

"No."

Tang Yili didn't even raise his eyelids and used a brush to outline the layout of the book.

Pattern making is very important to the fashion design profession. Whether the design intention can be accurately realized depends on it.

Tang Yili has always been interested in plate making, so she became very close to the teacher who taught this subject.

They are more like friends than teachers and students.

The teacher named Gao Qingqing still wanted to continue gossiping, so Tang Yili closed the book, held it in his arms and walked out without taking the flowers.

Gao Qingqing shouted from behind: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"I do not want to hear."

“I don’t want any flowers either!”

Tang Yili turned around the door and walked out of the classroom.

It was still early and there were no classes in the morning, so Tang Yili drove back to the dormitory.

September has come to an end, and the weather has turned cooler, which also means the most comfortable season in Beijing City.

The poplar trees line the road, their leaves are still green, and their thick branches cover the sky and the sun. A gust of autumn wind blows, and the leaves rustle.

Like a lovelorn song.

Tang Yili has been in a bad mood recently.

As the car passed by slowly, Tang Yili wanted to turn on some music to listen, but he saw Cheng Zhun on the side of the road, waving to him.

Tang Yili drove up beside him, lowered the window, leaned over and said, "Is something wrong?"

"Senior, can I borrow a car from you?" Cheng Zhun blushed when he was anxious.

Tang Yili was just about to say yes, but then he remembered that he and the entire swimming team were now sworn enemies.

"First tell me what you are using it for." She deliberately took advantage of Qiao.

Cheng Zhun: "It's Senior Brother. One of his first teachers passed away suddenly and was buried today. The team's car was sent for repair..."

As he spoke, Cheng Zhun turned his head and looked behind him.

Tang Yili followed his gaze and looked over. It was really Xun Lang.

Today's Xun Lang is different from usual. Maybe it's because of the different occasion. Today he is dressed a bit formally, wearing black trousers and a black shirt, covering his strong chest. He is not wearing a tie, and one button on the collar is unbuttoned.

Show your collarbone.

Looking from a distance, Xun Lang stood upright in the crowd, and could be summed up in the word "dazzling".

He was holding his pocket with one hand and was on the phone when he saw her.

Soon the call was over, and he walked over with a solemn look on his face.

Tang Yili's heartbeat suddenly beat like a drum, hitting her heart hard every step of the way.

Cheng Zhun asked: "Can you, senior sister, please give me a word, I'm quite anxious."

Xun Lang has already walked over.

Tang Yili withdrew his gaze, straightened his body, and looked forward. After a second of fighting between heaven and man, he finally lost to the black shirt.

He was defeated in a hurry.

Tang Yili said "hmm" in an inaudible voice.

Cheng Zhun immediately opened the passenger door and turned to Xun Lang.

"Senior brother, I borrowed it. Senior Sister Tang will drive you there."



Generally speaking, cemeteries are located in remote suburbs, taking advantage of mountains, water, and favorable circumstances to be considered a geomantic treasure.

It is a treasured place for the dead, and few living people are willing to go there.

Xun Lang called for a taxi all morning, but no driver was willing to answer. When the funeral was about to begin, Tang Yili became a life-saving straw.

Not only did she borrow the car, she also offered to be the driver.

Cheng Zhun stood on the roadside, thanking him profusely, and watched Xun Lang and Tang Yili go on their way.

The cemetery is in the northern suburbs, and the total distance is nearly 70 kilometers. On the expressway during the day, there are only occasional cars passing by.

The journey was quiet and smooth.

In the too quiet car, Tang Yili felt a little awkward. He couldn't help but clench his hands on the steering wheel. After a moment, he let go of one hand, hoping that the air would take away the moisture in his palms.

She felt Xun Lang looking at her, and slowly a sense of grievance and sourness welled up.

"That day……"

"That day,"

They both spoke at the same time and paused at the same time.

Tang Yili glanced at Xun Lang quickly. His eyes were always cold and firm when he looked at her, making people unable to understand the silent blank space in them.

Before Xun Lang could speak, Tang Yili quickly picked up and spoke easily.

"The performance that day was quite funny. It's a pity that you didn't go. Even my roommate said it was wonderful."

(End of chapter)


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