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Tangli wondered if Fu Zechen heard her at the end.

But what is certain is that this evening was not in vain.

She finally met him and got his contact information.

Xu Zhaozhao was already asleep when he returned to the dormitory.

Fortunately, near the end of the term and the holiday, the auntie in charge of the dormitory was very loose, so Tang Li sneaked in from downstairs.

The light in the dormitory was turned off, she took a brief wash, quickly climbed into bed, covered with a quilt, and looked at the black, white and gray business card by the light of her mobile phone, 1628361xx23.

She entered the numbers one by one into the phone's address book, and went to add WeChat.

A WeChat search came up.

Fu Zechen's WeChat name is his real name, and his profile picture is very special.

The background is pure black, but in the middle is a smiling Jade Buddha.

Tangli pointed her fingers away and zoomed in to see that the Jade Buddha Bodhisattva had a string of black beads on his wrist, exactly the same as the string of beads in his hand today.

Tangli remembered that when she left, Fu Zechen hadn't worn this string of black beads on her wrist, and she had a wild and fierce temper. When Grandpa Fu was still alive, he often gave him headaches.

But now in northern Beijing, no one knows Fu Zechen, the jade-faced Buddha son of Yama.

In the end, things are nothing but people.

Before Tangli had time to dry her half-wet hair, she clicked Add to send,

[Little uncle, I'm Tangli. 】

It was already one o'clock in the morning at night.

No news from there yet.

Tangli put down her phone and went to wash her hands lightly. When she came back, there was still no response from WeChat.

She lowered her eyes slightly, went to bed with her mobile phone in her arms, clicked on the black jade-faced Buddha portrait and saw that she fell asleep.

In a daze, she seemed to be dreaming again.

This time she dreamed that she was in the car that Fu Zechen was taking herself back to school.

His fingers were colder and harder than expected.

Fu Zechen looked down at her with cold eyes, and the black Buddhist beads on his wrist pressed against the soft flesh of her waist.

Tangli clasped his shoulders with her hands, and the cheongsam was torn from the part of the skirt to the top.

"Pears, pears."

The bed curtain was pulled open with a clatter.

Tangli opened her eyes, her chest heaved a few times, the heat dissipated slightly, she blushed and got up from the bed.

Under the bed, Xu Zhaozhao was looking at her strangely while brushing his teeth.

"What time did you come back last night? Why are you so quiet?"

"One or two o'clock in the morning." Tangli got off the bed without lying.

With bubbles in his mouth, Xu Zhaozhao frowned dissatisfiedly, "Is Fu Qingyang an idiot? He actually asked you to go back to the dormitory alone at night."

Early this morning Xu Zhaozhao saw the message from Fu Qingyang and asked if Tangli had arrived in the dormitory.

Tangli went to wash up at the sink outside, and said calmly, "Someone brought me back."

Xu Zhaozhao let out a oh, and then reacted, curious about gossip, "Who is it?"

Tangli wiped her face, recalled the scene in her dream again, and said without changing her expression, "An elder."

Xu Zhaozhao was a little disappointed when he heard that, "Oh, I thought you had some new peach blossoms."

Tangli turned around and sat down in her seat. She wanted to turn on her phone to see if Fu Zechen's message had passed, but last night she slept with her phone in her arms, and the battery was already dead.

She charged the battery for a while, and put on some light makeup. Later in the day, she had a temporary job, going to a newly opened hotel to play the zither.

Xu Zhaozhao climbed into bed after washing up, and chatted with her casually, "Hey Lizi, next week is the holiday, and the school dormitory seems to be closed, are you going home?"

Beijing Dance University is the best dance academy in the country, and most of the students in the school are from extraordinary families.

After graduation, he either engaged in dance work and entered the theater, or he was selected by a big director in the entertainment industry to film in the circle during college.

Among the four people in Tangli's dormitory, except her, Xu Zhaozhao, the other two roommates have already half-stepped into the entertainment industry and rarely return to the dormitory.

Halfway through Tangli's makeup, she turned on her phone, which had been charged a little bit, to read WeChat, and said lightly,

"No return."

Xu Zhaozhao rolled up from the bed, "Sure, why don't you go home with me?"

The model of the mobile phone is a bit old, and the booting speed is slow. Tangli smiled kindly and declined, "No need, I took a job with an art examination institution during the summer vacation, and I have to teach college entrance examination candidates."

Xu Zhaozhao is from Shanghai, and he just came to Beijing North after taking the university entrance examination. He doesn't know about Tangli's past. He only knows that Tangli's family doesn't seem to be very good. Tone, "Okay."

Turning on the phone, Tangli clicked on WeChat, her heart beating slightly tighter.

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