933: Tangtang’s Departure 933: Tangtang’s Departure One morning in Lucheng, inside a small house, a young man very reluctantly got out of bed.
The young man was handso with fine eyes and bushy eyebrows.
“Hm?
Today is Tangtang’s birthday, right?” the young man said to himself, squinting his eyes.
“Crap, crap, crap, I almost forgot!
It’s already 9 o’clock!” The young man quickly got up.
He found the new clothes he had bought while shopping the day before, which had “Tangtang Happy Birthday” written on them.
The young man rushed to a cake materials specialty store and bought animal cream, a bunch of fruits, eggs, and many other ingredients.
“Haha, Tangtang would never expect to give her such a surprise,” the young man said with pride.
Looking at the ingredients in his hand and thinking of the recipe he had stayed up late to co up with the previous night, the young man felt proud.
“This recipe is one of a kind, only for my Tangtang!” The young man couldn’t wait any longer.
He hurried to the apartnt, where Tangtang lived on the 5th floor.
He took the elevator up and gently used the key Tangtang had given him.
He opened the door and stealthily entered, “Tangtang, I’m here!
It’s your birthday today, I have a big surprise for you!” But the inside was very quiet, as if no one was there.
“Huh?
What’s going on?
Why is it so quiet?” the young man thought to himself.
He walked in, and there was no one inside.
“Huh?
Tangtang?”
He imdiately dialed her number.
“I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off.
Please try again later.
Sorry…”
“This…
Where has Tangtang gone?
Why isn’t she picking up the phone?”
He hurriedly sent out a text ssage.
“Tangtang, where are you!
Why is your phone off?
Please reply if you see this!”
….
No matter what ans of contact he used, Tangtang was still unreachable.
If it weren’t for the 24-hour limit, the young man might have already called the police.
He sat down on the sofa, and his eyes caught a note on the sofa.
A bad feeling welled up in his heart.
He quickly opened the note.
“I’m sorry.
Xiaofei, on this very important day, I have left.”
That simple sentence hit him like a bolt from the blue.
The young man stood there in a daze.
“How could it be.
How could it be.
How could it be.” He repeated it three tis.
“No!
Impossible!”
“Right, she must be joking.
Yes.
Definitely!”
Even though he knew Tangtang’s character would never allow for such a joke, the young man couldn’t believe it.
The young man looked at the many cakes piled up next to him and sat there in a daze.
An hour later, like a robot, the young man began to make the cake he had researched late into the previous night.
Cracking eggs, baking, and decorating.
The young man couldn’t rember how he had made it.
He only knew that his vision was blurry, and tears uncontrollably stread down his face.
Finally, he placed the cake into a box he had pre-ordered online.
He walked out like a robot.
Outside, it was drizzling, but inside the young man’s heart, it was pouring rain.
After walking for what seed like ages, he saw an old man outside a cake shop, desperately banging on the door.
The young man approached, “Uncle, what’s the matter?”
“Today my poor comatose son actually woke up, and the first thing he asked for was cake.
This is the only cake shop nearby, but it’s not open.
What should I do?” the old man lanted, shaking his head.
The young man glanced at the cake box in his hand, clenched his teeth and said, “Uncle, take this cake and give it to your son to eat.”
The old man was taken aback.
“How can I do that, looking at the words on it, it’s for your girlfriend, I can’t possibly take it.”
“My girlfriend…
has left, gone away,” the young man said, lowering his head, as tears once again began to fall uncontrollably,
“Ah, This…” The old man seed flustered, “I’m sorry, young man, for bringing up your sad affair,”
“It’s okay, Uncle, take the cake for your son to eat,” the young man lifted his sleeve and wiped away the tears.
“Well, alright then, what’s your na?
Leave your contact information,” the old man said as if he realized sothing and took the cake.
“My last na is Li, here’s my phone number, 176XXXXXXXX,” the young man said, not sure why he felt such trust towards this stranger.
“Right, thank you.”
“You’re welco.”
After expressing his thanks, the old man hurried to the hospital.
It seed like his own experience wasn’t a lie either.
The young man watched the old man’s receding figure and thought of his own father, also realizing that it had been a long ti since he went back ho.
It was ti to visit.
（To be continued）
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