After making this gesture, Wen Qingying glanced out, and suddenly saw Tao Ling standing at the door.
The eyes of the two sides met, and the anger disappeared from Wen Qingying's face. The process was not fast, but it was extremely natural, and there was no embarrassing look of being smashed or broken.
The man followed Wen Qingying's gaze, Tao Ling was able to see clearly his appearance, he was tough and handsome, at least it couldn't be seen from his face that he was forcing or threatening Wen Qingying.
Just when Tao Ling was about to enter the store, the window of the luxury car on the road suddenly rolled down, revealing a face so glamorous that it looked like a poster star.
Tao Ling raised his brows unconsciously, thinking that he was filming a TV series.
The woman glanced at him and quickly turned her eyes away. Although there was no obvious contempt, the contempt was obvious.
You and other civilians.
Tao Ling could almost translate her attitude into words.
"Bai, go." The woman called, her voice low.
But the man in the black suit obviously knew her very well. Even if he couldn't hear her clearly, he could confirm the order and respectfully replied, "Okay Miss."
Wen Qingying stood there expressionlessly, made another series of gestures quickly, and then lowered her arms, ignoring the person in front of her, and never even glanced at the car.
Tao Ling could see his attitude that he didn't want to have any contact with this woman outside.
When the man got Wen Qingying's response, he paused, bowed to him, turned and left the flower shop, and when he passed by Tao Ling, he kept his eyes straight, and got into the driver's seat.
The woman in the back seat looked disdainful and arrogant. She glanced at Wen Qingying, her eyes were inexplicably vicious, but it was not as simple as hatred, just like...
Before Tao Ling could figure out what it looked like, the car window had slowly closed, blocking everything in the car.
After watching this inexplicable scene, Tao Ling couldn't help but stunned, and suddenly remembered Wen Qingying's neck being scratched. Maybe this is the woman who came back to find him.
What kind of love and hatred are you holding on so tightly? Or a love-hate relationship in a wealthy family.
Maybe it was eighteen pots of dog blood, splashing the entire wall, no, the entire villa.
When the car drove away, Tao Ling was extremely curious, but on the principle that it was none of his business, he entered the flower shop and didn't ask anything.
Wen Qingying's face was blank, but her expression was not as cold as before. He returned with a large bunch of wrapped chrysanthemums and handed them to Tao Ling.
"Sir, it's ready for you." A small note was attached.
Tao Ling mentioned it when he passed by here yesterday afternoon. At this time, the flowers in front of him were the freshest and fullest, the result of being carefully selected.
Tao Ling smiled, took it over and scanned the code at the door. After paying the bill, he turned around and saw Wen Qingying holding the same bouquet of flowers in his hand.
She raised her eyebrows inquiringly just now, when Wen Qingying just handed over her cell phone, which had already been typed: "I also want to go see my mother, can I go with Mr.
Tao Ling nodded and turned his eyes to the empty flower stand outside, the flowers had not yet been put out.
After Wen Qingying closed the door, the two of them turned the corner together and went to the other side to take the subway.
Except for the first glance, Wen Qingying didn't have any strange expression on his face, but he didn't know if it was Tao Ling's illusion, he intuitively Wen Qingying was very unhappy.
Extremely unhappy.
It was the first time to ride the subway with a deaf-mute. Tao Ling was observing Wen Qingying along the way, but Wen Qingying seemed at most like a healthy person thinking about things. He behaved very normally, but he never looked around. Hear nothing but not move, that's all.
In the end, he was still afraid that he would not hear the warning and there would be a problem, so Tao Ling pulled him on and off the bus and took care of him intentionally or unintentionally. Wen Qingying didn't struggle, Tao Ling asked him to go to the left, he went to the left, and he led him to the front, so he was very obedient.
When he got off the bus, Tao Ling suddenly thought, what if it would be better for him to be his younger brother, even if he was a elder brother to a disabled person, it would definitely be more worry-free than being a elder brother to Tao Jun.
Because he was in a trance, he grabbed Wen Qingying's wrist and forgot to let it go.
It wasn't until Wen Qingying approached a lamp post that Wen Qingying fell two steps behind to avoid collision, and had to tug at her hand, and Tao Ling suddenly reacted.
He let go and said nothing. Wen Qingying naturally followed with two steps.
It was more than ten o'clock when we arrived at the cemetery.
Apart from the day Tao Jun was buried three years ago, this was the first time Tao Ling came to the cemetery with others.
He slowly climbed the stairs along the gentle slope and reached the fork in the road he encountered last time. He originally thought that Wen Qingying was going to continue up, but he still followed behind Tao Ling.
Tao Ling turned his head, he immediately caught his gaze and blinked, his expression seemed to be asking for advice.
"Let's go." Tao Ling smiled.
The tomb was as clean as ever. Xia Chaoyang must have come on the day of the torrential rain, Tao Ling could be sure.
It's just that the flowers he bought have been cleaned up long ago, and now they are abandoned in a dark corner. The once clean and pure petals may be rotting, the corpse is black and left, starting from any point of carelessness, gradually melting into the soil, and slowly moving towards complete demise.
Dying out longer than blooming, as if unbearable were the truth.
But people don't like to face the truth.
Tao Ling turned his head and saw that Qingying was looking at the photo on the tombstone seriously, smiled, and said not expecting a response, "It's exactly the same, isn't it?"
Wen Qingying stood by the tomb for a while, then he glanced at Tao Ling, bent down, and placed the flower in his hand in front of the monument respectfully.
"Tao Jun, the handsome guy who wrapped flowers last time came to give you flowers, and this time the flowers were tied very well." Tao Ling said, "Then I won't give it to you, I will give it to you. Little handsome guy's mother. You two are considered neighbors, so if you run into each other down below, ask your aunt how she gave birth to her son so well."
Wen Qingying turned her head to watch Tao Ling speak, Tao Ling still looked at the tombstone and said to himself, "Did someone visit you some time ago? His name is Xia Chaoyang. Who is he? He seems to care about you very much. It looks like he cares so much about you and doesn't know you're dead. He was in the rain that day, are you happy when he is in the rain
The breeze swept across the tops of the arborvitae, and the swishing sound seemed to be responding to him.
After waiting for half an hour, Tao Ling muttered a few words to himself and became silent. At the end, he poked Wen Qingying's shoulder and pointed to the top of the cemetery.
Wen Qingying understood, bowed to the tombstone, and led Tao Ling up.
There were two rows of graves separated from Tao Jun's tomb, and four trees were staggered horizontally. Tao Ling saw Wen Qingying's mother behind a large arborvitae.
She is a very beautiful woman, with bright facial features and soft eyebrows, and Wen Qingying looks very much like her. Tao Ling looked at the records on the monument and found that she was not very old when she died, at the age of forty-five.
The monument was erected three years ago, just over a month before Tao Jun.
I don't know who came in front of the two people. A large bouquet of flowers was placed in the middle of the tomb. Lilies and white roses joined in the fun. There were some drops of water hanging on the lace. It should not have been placed this morning.
Just when Tao Ling was concentrating on looking at the tombstone, Wen Qingying suddenly stepped forward, he picked up the flower with one hand, turned his head and threw it on the ground beside his feet.
The action even has a rough connotation.