Chapter 639 Birthday Gift
In the quiet living room.
There was only the faint sound of traffic outside the window and the infinitely amplified sound of the three people’s rapid breathing.
Xu Qing’s forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
She was not surprised that there were other women in Tang and Song Dynasties, and she had already been mentally prepared.
But she didn’t expect that Little A Yao Lingling was the same!
Oh no, there is an aloof girl next to her. The two of them are still very competitive.
Of course, the key issue is—the echo of what I just boasted seems to be floating in the air.
The person you are bragging about is actually one of your own? !
It is simply the scene of social death.
This is too embarrassing!
A stiff fake smile appeared on Xu Qing's face, and she confirmed in a low voice: "Lingling-you-you know Tang Song?"
Yao Lingling, who was still in a daze, raised her head and looked at the senior Xu Qing opposite, "Yes, senior Tang Song-is still the boss of my current workplace."
Xu Qing suddenly had a black question mark face: "What?! Aren't you working in Shangya Fashion Design?"
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"Um, I forgot to tell my senior sister that I resigned some time ago and am no longer working at Yuhua Business Building."
"Then where are you working now?"
"Songmei Clothing, or in fashion design "It's a good idea."
"That's good, haha,"
Xu Qing’s head hung deeply, her hands were twisted together unconsciously, and her cheeks were red and hot.
She has been a bit arrogant recently, often arriving late and leaving early. Whenever she has time, she goes to the Yannan short drama base to provide guidance as a "supervisor" and has very little time to go to the company.
Naturally, he didn’t notice Yao Lingling’s absence.
I didn’t expect it to be so watery and thunderous.
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Yao Lingling, who had always been cheerful and generous, now became cramped and her mind was in a mess.
At this moment, Cheng Qiuqiu suddenly raised his head.
Asked: "Sister Qing, when did you and Mr. Tang-Tang get together?"
"Ah!" The hair on Xu Qing's head jumped, she rubbed her hands and said with evasive eyes: "It must have been more than half a year."
(òwO)! Is this a test by a love rival?
I didn’t expect that on such an ordinary morning, I, Miss Xu Qing, would be passively involved in the ‘Palace Fight’!
The problem is that now I am alone, but there are two people opposite me.
It’s somewhat “hard to support alone”.
She looked at Cheng Qiuqiu’s big D opposite her again and felt that it was taller and taller than her best friend’s.
Then he looked at Yao Lingling again, his dark eyes rolling around.
But think differently.
If Yao Lingling were also the wings of the Tang and Song Dynasties, then she would not be the youngest one!
Before, there were a bunch of people like Lin Muxue, Xiaojing, and Wen Ruan, all of whom were suppressing her. Now that little A Lingling has jumped out, it may not be a bad thing!
Thinking of this, Xu Qing straightened her small chest, and the tension on her face finally dissipated.
After getting the answer, Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips tightly and stopped talking.
It’s been more than half a year—
Senior sisters Gao Mengting, Bai Fumei Tian Jing, and Xu Qing in front of me.
In other words, the Tang and Song Dynasties were operating at least three boats at the same time.
She lowered her head, feeling a burst of extremely complicated feelings in her heart.
There is, but also a hint of dark, relieved joy.
She has always regarded herself as a despicable "third party".
A bad woman who betrayed the school sister who was very good to her and secretly maintained an affair with Tang and Song Dynasty.
This huge feeling of guilt made her breathless.
Every time she sends messages or gets along with Tang and Song, she feels a sense of burden.
Even when her mother said unpleasant things on the phone, she did not dare to refute her directly like before.
But now she found that things were completely different from what she thought.
In the Tang and Song Dynasties, he was not the senior sister at all.
I - I don’t seem to be so "sinful" anymore.
There was another silence.
Xu Qing raised her head and happened to meet Yao Lingling's eyes.
They looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.
Xu Qing could only bite the bullet and start the awkward chat mode: "Songmei Clothing is very good, are you both employees of the company?"
"Well, Qiuqiu is a visual designer, and I am a clothing designer. Because the company wants to build its own brand, I was recruited by my seniors."
"Oh, yes, I remember that Songmei Clothing's recent jackets are very good. Fire, I have touched it many times.
"Yeah!" Yao Lingling seemed to have finally found a familiar topic, and she breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straighter, "
“That jacket was designed by me”
Seemingly finding the topic, Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and sat upright.
The two people immediately and tacitly started a heated but nutritious discussion around the "jacket".
Cheng Qiuqiu sat there quietly, saying nothing, looking extremely cold.
The light in the living room became brighter and brighter, and the awkward chat finally reached the point where it could no longer go on.
Yao Lingling took the initiative to speak and brought the topic back on track, "Sister, about the house - when do you think it will be convenient for us to sign the contract?"
Xu Qing rolled her eyes and stood up, "Lingling, come with me. I have prepared a contract. You can take a look at it first."
"Oh, okay!"
Yao Lingling quickly got up and followed Xu Qing to the second bedroom.
The door closed gently.
Isolate Cheng Qiuqiu’s sight.
Xu Qing took a deep breath and said straight to the point: "Lingling, after thinking about it, I don’t need to sign the contract. We are all our own people, so there is no need to bother. I will do it tomorrow. I'll just move and give you the key when I'm done. "
"Ah? Don't you want to sign the contract? That's fine, then I'll transfer the rent and deposit to you tomorrow." Yao Lingling nodded quickly. After all, she was Tang Song's official girlfriend, so she would not suspect that she would lie to her.
Xu Qing said with a pretentious and arrogant attitude like a "big sister": "Forget about the money, the remaining three and a half months of the lease will be treated as a gift from me, senior sister."
"Ah?! This can't be done!" Yao Lingling waved her hands vigorously.
She really wanted to get close to her before to see if she could get some discounts, but this was too big.
Three and a half months’ rent is more than 10,000 yuan!
"It's okay, it's nothing to me." Xu Qing changed the subject and whispered: "That's what you said about me before,
Tang and Song Dynasty—cough, you must never tell others about your crush on me. He is thin-skinned and loves face, haha,
You know. ”
Yao Lingling immediately realized that the senior sister was paying herself hush money.
"But - Senior Sister -"
"Okay, it's decided." Xu Qing asked tentatively: "Lingling, your relationship with Tang and Song Dynasty is very good, right? ”
Yao Lingling’s face turned red immediately, and she quickly explained: “Sister, don’t get me wrong, we have known each other for a long time, we are friends, and we joined the company later.”
Looking at her shy, innocent and non-aggressive look, Xu Qing understood instantly.
The whole person started shaking again.
It turns out we haven’t reached that step yet!
So, it’s just a sideshow.
However, Lingling is a pretty good person, optimistic and cheerful, and most importantly, she has small breasts.
In the novel "Walking into the Wrong Room and Picking Up the Domineering President", Yao Lingling was renamed Zhang Lingling by her and became the heroine's little follower.
It may not work in reality!
Immediately, she glanced at Lingling's round buttocks calmly, and her dark eyes rolled around.
Xiao Songzi has been trained by the perverted Xiaojing recently and is about to become a spanking maniac.
This Lingling’s butt is extremely talented.
It’s best to hit her in the future, so that you can survive.
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I imitated the character of Xu Yanqing in the novel, and said some words to win over and appreciate her.
But obviously, because of the tragic "social death" just now, her words were somewhat lacking in confidence.
It’s past 11 o’clock in the morning.
"Goodbye, Senior Sister Xu Qing."
"Goodbye."
The elevator door slowly closed, isolating Xu Qing's pretending to be calm smile.
Yao Lingling and Cheng Qiuqiu went downstairs in silence and walked out of the unit door.
A blast of dry and cold air, mixed with the smell of sunshine and unique to early winter, blows in your face.
It made the two of them calm down a bit.
"Qiuqiu." Yao Lingling spoke first, breaking the silence, "How about we walk around the community? After all, we will live here from now on."
Cheng Qiuqiu nodded lightly.
The two walked side by side on the stone road in the community.
The sun shines through the bare branches, casting sparse and clear light and shadow on the ground.
The holly on the roadside is still green, but a thin layer of white frost has condensed on the leaves.
The whole community is quiet and desolate, full of the unique, lazy and calm atmosphere of early winter.
After walking more than half a circle.
Yao Lingling suddenly stopped, turned sideways and asked: "Qiuqiu, I have always had a question, what is the relationship between senior Tang and Song Dynasty students and President Gao?"
Cheng Qiuqiu also paused, and said in a complicated tone: "Couple."
"This" Yao Lingling's throat became a little tight.
In fact, she had already guessed it.
She is not a fool. Whether it is Gao Mengting, the vice president in the company who is impeccable in both ability and aura, or the gentle sister who always reveals all kinds of charm inadvertently.
She could more or less feel that their relationship with the Tang and Song Dynasties was very unusual.
However, she didn’t dare to confirm these.
I have never taken the initiative to ask Tang Song if he has a girlfriend or a girl he likes.
To put it bluntly, it is pure ostrich psychology.
She would rather bury her head in the sand and pretend not to see.
But now, with the appearance of Xu Qing, everything has been cruelly exposed.
Of course, more importantly, the senior-he is really a "Sea King".
Yao Lingling is optimistic and cheerful by nature, and has very upright views.
I have always hated the scumbag Neptune.
But—but when this "scumbag" was a senior from Tang and Song Dynasty, deep down in her heart, she could not feel any disgust.
At the same time, there was a bold idea that emerged out of control.
Since the senior is a scumbag, then I don’t have to worry too much.
The wish I made before was never fulfilled.
A big reason is that she is worried that her senior students will reject or dislike her if she makes too many demands.
By then, I will really be too embarrassed to see him again.
But—if the senior is a scumbag Neptune, then it should be okay, right?
Thinking of this, Yao Lingling's heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably, and her cheeks became a little hot.
Just as she was thinking wildly, a hesitant voice suddenly came to her ear: "Lingling - actually - the people of the Tang and Song Dynasties were very good. He might have done this for some reason, please don't tell these things, okay?"
Yao Lingling was stunned, a little unresponsive.
No—shouldn’t this be my line?
Looking at Qiuqiu, who had always been as cold as ice, there was clear protection and request in her eyes.
Yao Lingling seemed to understand something, "Okay, okay."
Afternoon, Jing County.
The heating in the department store is steaming, and the air is still mixed with the sweet fragrance from the bakery.
Liu Qingning was in a particularly good mood.
She threw her heavy down jacket to Tang Song, wearing only a colorful sweater and a pair of tight jeans.
The bright colors and fitting lines make her hot and agile figure particularly eye-catching.
Among the tightly wrapped passers-by, it is like a flash of bright and shining color.
Tang Song was wearing an ordinary casual cotton coat, holding her LV handbag in her left hand and her light green coat in her right hand, patiently following her with a doting smile on her lips.
Liu Qingning seems to have returned to that carefree girlhood.
After a while, she dragged him into the small ice cream shop that she loved to eat in high school, clamoring to buy a double-ball strawberry-flavored cone;
After a while, she excitedly rushed to the claw machine, hands on her hips, commanding Tang and Song in a serious manner, and helped her catch the stupid-looking "Canduck".
When the two walked out of the mall and returned to the cold air of early winter.
She already has a trophy plush toy in her hand.
Tang Song asked with a smile: "Miss, have you had enough fun? Where are you going to next stop?"
"Well -" Liu Qingning tilted her head and thought for a while, "The braised pork and lion head at noon are almost the same. Let’s go to No. 1 Middle School for a walk. The temperature is pretty good now. It will be full of people on the day after tomorrow, and we have to deal with the leaders, so we won’t have time to go shopping. ”
Soon.
A semi-old white Yadi electric car slowly drove out of the crowded parking area.
Liu Qingning sat sideways in the back seat, her hands tightly around Tang Song's waist, and her cheek gently pressed against his broad and warm back.
When the electric car ran over the speed bump, there was a slight jolt, and she subconsciously hugged her tighter.
The poplar trees on both sides of the street have long lost their leaves, leaving only straight branches, gently swaying in the afternoon wind.
As the road became more familiar, her heartbeat unknowingly became faster.
Liu Qingning raised her head slightly, looked at Tang Song's back, and breathed in the long-lost smell on his body.
Time seems to have undergone some kind of wonderful retrospection.
She turned back into the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl wearing a blue and white school uniform, sitting in the back seat that was a little bumpy but extremely peaceful and belonged to her alone.
Laughing and chasing the wind, laughing and playing with him.
Happiness, like warm spring water, wells up from the bottom of my heart.
She narrowed her eyes and couldn’t help but raise the corners of her mouth.
Since the day after tomorrow is the 50th anniversary of the school, the entire campus has been completely renewed, and there are no students in class, making it particularly quiet.
There were only some students wearing volunteer red vests, busy making the final arrangements.
At the entrance to the main road, a huge bright red "50th Anniversary" themed arch rises from the ground, with the school badge, school motto and golden "1973-2023" timeline printed on it.
Both sides were covered with colorful flags and celebration banners.
Tang Song held Liu Qingning’s hand and walked slowly along the campus paths filled with golden sunlight.
They walked past the canteen where there was always a long queue, the familiar red brick teaching building, and the small pavilion where they once escaped from the rain together -
Every corner carried the most vivid memories of their youth.
The wind in the evening started to get a little cold.
Liu Qingning put her cold hands into her sleeves, tilted her head, and looked at Tang Song's soft profile that was dyed golden by the sunset.
Playfully talking about bits and pieces of memories that only belong to the two of them.
The afterglow of the sunset gradually enveloped the entire campus in a gentle golden-red halo.
The two came to the canteen again.
Liu Qingning suddenly stopped and raised her head like a coquettish little girl: "I want to eat raccoon dry noodles and fruit peel."
Tang Song looked at her cute appearance, smiled and rubbed her head, "Wait, I'll buy it."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the canteen.
Looking at his back, Liu Qingning’s eyes became extremely soft.
“Ding-ling-ring—”
The cell phone’s ringtone suddenly rang.
[Li Gaisu]
He immediately answered the phone, "Hello? Teacher Li."
On the other end of the phone, the gentle voice of the head teacher Li Gaisu came: "Qing Ning, I wish you a happy birthday."
"Thank you, Teacher Li."
"By the way, I have something to discuss with you."
"What is it? Teacher Li, please tell me."
"That's it," Li Gaisu said She was a little embarrassed, "Today the school received an emergency notice from the county, saying that the city leaders attach great importance to our school anniversary, and there may be major city leaders coming to give guidance. Therefore, the guest seats at the school celebration ceremony have to be made some temporary adjustments."
Liu Qingning's heart moved slightly, as if she had guessed something.
"Teacher Li, just say it, it's okay."
Li Gaisu then sighed and said: "It's mainly about the Tang and Song Dynasties. Originally, I asked an acquaintance to arrange him in the guest position behind you. But now the seats are too tight, and these positions are all rubbish, so I can only feel aggrieved and adjust the seats of some alumni from the guest area to the front row viewing area."
Liu Qingning asked directly : "That is to say, Tang and Song will go to the viewing area, right?"
"Yes, this was just notified by the school."
Liu Qingning was not surprised or angry at all, "I understand, Teacher Li. If you please, please change my position to the viewing area, I want to sit with him."
Tang Song was not originally on the invitation list for "Outstanding Alumni", but was specially arranged to be included because of her suggestion.
Now that there are changes, it is reasonable that the first one is optimized.
"How can this work? Qing Ning, you are the top scorer in our 16th college entrance examination. You are one of the important guests at this school anniversary, and you have to speak as a representative."
"It doesn't matter, Teacher Li," Liu Qingning's voice still said Old and gentle, but with an undeniable firmness, "For me, as long as I can send blessings to my alma mater, it doesn't matter where I sit."
"This - then I will go and communicate with Principal Zhang to see if we can coordinate further."
"Okay, excuse me, Teacher Li."
Just after hanging up the phone, there were brisk footsteps in front of me.
Carrying a red plastic bag, Tang Song walked over with a smile.
Liu Qingning quickly calmed down all the emotions on her face and showed a bright smile again.
For her, the most important purpose of returning to Jing County is to relive the old times with the Tang and Song Dynasties.
Alma mater Daqing is just an excuse.
It doesn’t matter where you sit, the important thing is to be with him.
Tang Song took out a pack of "Little Raccoon Crispy Noodles" from the bag and handed it to her.
Immediately, he tore open another bright red "fruit peel" and handed it to her mouth.
"Ah - open your mouth."
"It's delicious, you should try it too."
The two of them shared the cheap but delicious snacks and slowly walked out of the school gate that held countless memories.
At the door, Liu Qingning stopped and looked back deeply.
In the night, the outline of the alma mater is outlined by the lights, making it quiet and solemn.
Tang Song held her hand, pointed to a small doorway with dim lights diagonally ahead, and asked with a smile: "Do you remember that old bookstore?"
"Of course I remember, you always loved to buy comic books before." Liu Qingning smiled, her eyes seemed to travel through time.
Back to No. 1 Middle School, it seems that every corner is covered with tiny, sparkling memories.
The two looked at each other and walked in that direction tacitly.
Crossed the road and opened the creaking glass door with a wind chime hanging on it.
The unique smell of Japanese paper hits your face.
店里的一切，仿佛从未改变。
It’s just that there are more books on the bookshelf and they are older.
The boss was wearing reading glasses and sorting out the ledgers behind the counter. When he saw them coming in, he looked up and smiled kindly.
Tang Song nodded to him, then pulled Liu Qingning, walked around the rows of bookshelves in a familiar way, and went straight to the inner corner.
"Look, this set of "Harry Potter" is still the first edition of that year."
"There is also "Slam Dunk" here -"
They stood side by side in the narrow bookshelf aisle, their fingertips brushing through familiar and unfamiliar old books, chatting in low voices.
Suddenly.
Liu Qingning’s eyes were attracted by the spine of a brand new book under the bookshelf.
Among the rows of book spines that are yellowed and old due to time, its existence seems so abrupt.
She slowly knelt down and stroked her fingers gently.
It was a thick, A4-size hardcover album with a very beautiful dark blue cover.
Liu Qingning took out the album.
The cover is very clean, except for her name [Liu Qingning] printed in beautiful Song fonts.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Subconsciously turning his head, he smiled and winked at her.
Liu Qingning took a deep breath and gently opened the first page of the album.
That is not a print, but a delicate pencil sketch.
In the painting, there is a little girl of five or six years old, wearing braids and a floral skirt, with chubby cheeks and round and bright eyes.
Her breathing suddenly stopped.
I opened the second page with trembling fingers.
That was her in elementary school, wearing a baggy school uniform and carrying a heavy schoolbag. She was tiptoeing, trying hard to climb into the back seat of the bicycle.
One page after another.
On the street of junior high school, she braved the wind, holding a stack of homework books;
On the dark playground of high school, she smiled She looked back and turned around;
On the university campus, her stubborn gaze;
Liu Qingning’s eyes gradually blurred.
The last page of the album was last night.
She is wearing a down jacket, standing in the warm light of the night market, eating sesame seed pancakes with tenderloin.
The wind chime at the door sounded softly.
"Happy birthday, Liu Qingning."
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