He stood in the night wind for a mont before turning to leave.
The street was quiet, and the night felt like a deep river, stretching his shadow long.
Tang Song dialed Liu Jiayi’s number as he walked.
Soon, a black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of him.
This ti, instead of sitting in the back as usual, he unusually opened the passenger door and got in.
Liu Jiayi glanced at him, said nothing, and slowly started the car.
Tang Song opened his phone and connected to the car’s Bluetooth.
Soon, Su Yu’s singing slowly flowed through the quiet cabin.
"♪BGM: If youth has an ending Chapter, may you still be by my side. Even if the wind scatters the promises, there will still be a smile to shield ..."
The car slowly departed from the Mining Construction Community, the street lights outside the window passing by one by one.
Tang Song leaned back in the seat and gently closed his eyes.
...
November 19, 2023, Sunday, sunny, 3~18℃.
AM.
The winter sunlight gilded the old residential buildings in Mining Construction Community with a layer of warm gold.
The room was filled with the unique, trivial yet warm atmosphere of the morning.
"Dad, Mom, you should hurry up. You’ve been dawdling for over half an hour!"
Liu Qingning stood at the entryway, one hand tidying her father Liu Xuemin’s coat collar, the other pushing her mother Zhang Yunlan out the door.
"Tang Song isn’t coming over anyti soon, so you don’t need to wait for him at ho. Dad, there’s enough money in the card I gave you, make sure to pick a safe and comfortable car today!"
"Alright, alright, you kid..."
Pushed along by their daughter, the couple finally left the house with undeniable joy on their faces.
Early this morning, their daughter had handed over a bank card, telling them to go out and buy a car.
This act of filial piety inevitably made them happy.
"Bang—"
The door shut, isolating the sounds from the hallway.
The door shut, isolating the sounds from the hallway, and the house instantly beca quiet.
Liu Qingning let out a long breath.
She skipped back to her bedroom in excitent.
Inside the room, the old cast iron radiator was radiating warmth.
On top of it, neatly hung a blue and white Jing County First High School uniform.
This uniform was sothing she had dug out after rummaging through the cabinets the night before with great effort.
Pressed at the bottom of the wardrobe for seven years, it carried a faint sll of mothballs.
It was only after her parents went to sleep that she, like a thief, snuck into the bathroom to carefully wash it by hand.
Thankfully, there’s heating at ho, otherwise, it wouldn’t have dried by this morning.
She reached out, fingertips lightly brushing the familiar, slightly coarse fabric, then touched the chest area where the faded "First High School" badge was.
Looking at this uniform loaded with mories of her youth, her cheeks unconsciously reddened.
She bit her plump lower lip and muttered under her breath: "Hmph... lucky you, silly Song!"
After that, she took out a garnt stear from the corner, plugged it in, and began ticulously ironing.
Just finished with it, she took off her jacket.
"Knock, knock—"
A series of soft knocks suddenly sounded.
Liu Qingning’s heart jumped, she stepped out of the bedroom, and looked through the peephole.
With a soft "click," the door was opened a crack from inside, she spoke softly: "Why didn’t you call in advance?"
"Wasn’t it to give you a surprise?"
"Quick, close the door, it’s cold outside."
Tang Song smiled as he casually closed the door and asked, "Where are Uncle and Auntie? Why haven’t I seen them?"
"Um..." Liu Qingning smoothed the stray hair on her forehead, her tone sowhat playful, "My dad’s CHANAN ALSVIN is about to fall apart, breaking down every few days, so they went car shopping early this morning."
Tang Song raised an eyebrow and said leisurely, "So... you’re ho alone now?"
Liu Qingning instinctively stepped back, crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look scared, but her bright eyes were filled with uncontrollable laughter, "What do you... what do you want to do?"
Tang Song chuckled, "I do want to."
"Get lost!" Liu Qingning smacked him, blushing and said: "Stay here and wait, I... I’ll go change clothes, it’s a bit chilly."
Before she finished speaking, she turned around and dashed into the bedroom, slamming the door.
Tang Song shook his head with a soft chuckle, leaned against the armrest of the sofa, patiently waiting.
Just then.
"Buzz buzz buzz—" The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
[Shen Yuyan]
He answered the call and spoke softly, "Hello, Yuyan."
"Morning, Boss." Shen Yuyan’s professional and gentle voice ca through the receiver, "Am I not disturbing you?"
"No, go ahead."
"Here’s the situation, half an hour ago, the Quan City Committee Office called. Mayor Li Jiping’s secretary personally called to confirm your attendance at the Jing County First High School celebration tomorrow. Mayor Li himself plans to visit the school, and he hopes for an opportunity to have an informal eting with you."
Tang Song raised his eyebrows, "Quan City’s mayor?"
"Exactly!" Shen Yuyan paused, then with a tactful and intelligent tone added: "I checked the recent situation, Quan City is coordinating with Yan City for the construction of clustering for new energy vehicle parts and semiconductor materials industries. The related industry funds and park projects have all been listed as municipal priorities. Mayor Li’s attitude might be to solicit your suggestions for the future developnt of your hotown."
A sharp glint flashed in Tang Song’s eyes, he chuckled lightly, "Hmm, understand, sure."
Shen Yuyan hesitated for a mont and said sowhat nervously, "President Tang, this might involve communicating with governnt departnts, which can be a bit of trouble. Should I go to Quan City, make initial contact with Mayor Li? When he goes to Jing County, I can bring him to find you, ensuring the rhythm is under our control."
Her words were both professionally adept while subtly expressing a desire to be involved.
Right then.
A sowhat shy voice ca from the bedroom, "...Co in."
Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat, he spoke to the phone, "I’ll think about it and get back to you later."
He hung up the phone and pushed open the bedroom door.
The next second, he was standing frozen in place.
In the bedroom, the morning light warmly spread over the floor.
Liu Qingning stood in that embrace of light, wearing a blue and white sumr school uniform.
The close-fitting polo shirt stretched to breaking point across her ample chest.
Her face, with a touch of youthful plumpness, seed pure and cute, was slightly flushed with embarrassnt.
She stood there quietly, hands behind her back.
Like a good student waiting for the teacher’s praise for getting the answers right.
The youth hormones instantly overwheld Tang Song.
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