For the next two minutes, Tao Ling coughed piercingly.
The feeling of water choking the air intake pipe is really uncomfortable, and the entire nasal cavity seems to be split.
Wen Qingying saw that the more he coughed, the more he couldn't stop. He handed him a tissue and got up at the same time, and patted him on the back. At the moment when the person stepped over, Tao Ling pressed the screen of the mobile phone off.
After finally stopping coughing, Tao Ling waved his hand: "It's okay, it's choking."
Seeing him slow down, Wen Qingying sat back opposite. Just when the shopkeeper came to noodle, Tao Ling was able to bury his head and avoid the embarrassment just now.
Tao Ling was simply puzzled. He was still thinking about the sentence on the title just now. He wanted to complain about something, but there seemed to be nothing to complain about.
He raised his eyes while eating noodles.
Wen Qingying lowered her head, still looking good from this angle, with a high nose bridge, dense eyelashes, and clean skin on her forehead.
This person doesn't know what's going on, and he eats something very seriously, and his expression is similar to that of Baohua, as if the bowl in front of him also needs to be tied with a bow.
After looking at it for two seconds, Tao Ling felt that there was something wrong with his behavior, so he pretended to inadvertently looked away.
After eating a lunch that was too late, Wen Qingying was going back to open the store. Tao Ling helped to move a few pots of flowers, secretly sighing that doing this twice a day was indeed physical work.
After washing his hands, Wen Qingying typed it to him: "Sir, if you don't want to be alone, you can leave me here."
Tao Ling really didn't want to be alone today, but when he saw this sentence, he changed his mind and responded, "I'm going home."
The corners of Wen Qingying's mouth pursed slightly, as if she was annoyed by what she had just written, but she finally smiled.
The moment he turned around, Tao Ling regretted it, but the words had already been said, no, the words had already been typed, and there was no reason to go back. Besides, Wen Qingying and herself were strangers in the first place, but they just went to the cemetery for a meal together, so they were not familiar with each other.
There's no reason to stay with him at a time like this.
When he got home, Tao Ling still shouted, "I'm back."
Empty and silent.
After the previous dead branches were thrown away, the vase was still on the balcony of the bedroom. Tao Ling held the lisianthus and the blue hydrangea, and changed his shoes to get the vase.
Picking off the extra leaves, immersing the flower branches in the water, and seeing the small air bubbles adsorbed on the rhizomes, he let out a sigh of relief.
Even after taking the medicine, he still suffered from insomnia for several days. At this moment, the drowsiness suddenly came to his head. Tao Ling quickly took a shower and shrunk into the bed.
After lying down for a while, he turned on the phone, and the interface was still on the post just now. When I opened it, there were screams in the building, and the whole text was "He is so handsome."
Someone in the following reply echoed that, saying that I should buy flowers every day.
Tao Ling: "..." After a long time, he threw away his phone and went to sleep.
This sleep, he fell asleep quickly, but when he woke up, his head was a little dizzy. Tao Ling glanced out in a daze, the sky was dim, as if it was already night.
There was a gust of wind outside, and the windows were left open, banging against the wall.
I closed my eyes and struggled for a while, and finally got out of bed rubbing my temples. I wanted to open the curtains and close the window, but I forgot that there were flowers on the windowsill. Just as he stretched out his hand, the heavy curtain cloth slammed against the bouquet.
Before anyone could react, there was a crisp cracking sound, a piece of glass bounced across the back of his hand, and the water had flowed to his feet.
After a moment's pause, a burst of deep sadness suddenly climbed up his back, and in the dark night, Tao Ling bent down suddenly.
The wind blew violently, and for a while, the urban forest seemed to have turned into a boundless wasteland. There was only a lonely back and the glass vase he just shattered.
On Monday, the religious studies conference was held at the Provincial University. Tao Ling's paper was scheduled for the afternoon session, but there was an article he wanted to review in the morning. The paper happened to be from S University. .
After getting up early, Tao Ling went downstairs to pick up Kou Huai, and then went to a meeting together. Fortunately, the location is not far, in the large conference room next to the religious house.
It seems that starting from the undergraduate, all the academic conferences I have watched and experienced are like this, the format is nothing new, and the cutscenes are the same.
After finishing the review of the paper he was reading, Kou Huai insisted on taking Tao Ling to talk to a professor of University A, but others were chatting with acquaintances and couldn't get away. After waiting for a while to resume the meeting, Tao Ling smiled and walked back briskly to sit down.
Kou Huaihen tapped on his paper a few times, and Tao Ling dealt with it with a smile.
The surroundings were not completely quiet when someone suddenly shouted, "Teacher Tao."
Tao Ling turned back and saw a little girl with short hair, who was probably a student from the school.
The girl was looking at him with big watery eyes. She looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, so he just nodded lightly.
After finishing his dissertation in the afternoon, and waiting for others to comment on it in a calm way, Tao Ling didn't have any turbulence in his heart, he just felt like he had completed a task.
He slipped out of the meeting room during the free discussion. He was standing on the balcony to let the wind blow when a person came across the corridor. Tao Ling didn't care, but the figure stopped beside him.
"Mr. Tao, I just listened to your paper, and it was very good. Can I ask you a question?" It was the little girl from the morning.
Tao Ling turned his head: "You ask."
The student thought for a while and said, "I have been reading Mr. Zhan Shichuang's book these two days. He said that preaching can continue to become a carrier of new ideas in traditional Chinese culture. I would like to ask the teacher how you understand this sentence."
Tao Ling was slightly surprised: "Are you a graduate student at the Institute of Religion? I haven't seen you before."
Hearing his question, the little girl suddenly felt a little shy and whispered, "No, teacher, my name is Yunnan, the Yunnan in Kunming. I am a senior, but I have already decided to study in this school, majoring in literature and art."
"Oh." Tao Lingying suddenly remembered what happened when he was in Baoyan some time ago, and finally understood why it was familiar.
Yunnan smiled: "Students in this major shouldn't ask such idiot questions like me, right?"
Tao Ling pushed his glasses: "A problem is a problem, as long as you don't know how to ask it, there is no such thing as an idiot or an idiot."
Yunnan quickly nodded.
Tao Ling thought for a while: "You ask me how I understand this sentence, are you talking about "Taoist Art and Literature"? Mr. has explained in the book that Taoism has the characteristics of tolerance, and its immortal system is complicated. Since its origin, it has been absorbing traditional Chinese folk beliefs, which is destined to have a good foundation and conditions for its spread among the people. To put it more simply, people can be satisfied by it, because they can always find a way of belief that suits them. ."
After a pause, he added: "Of course, this is a more general statement. As far as my personal understanding is concerned, this issue can be investigated further. It can be explained by foreign religious experience. Scholars are explaining When it comes to religion, it is believed that religion needs to provide insights into life, and if you want to explore the root, the purpose of religion is not God or immortals, but people’s life.”
Yunnan looked serious. He blinked when he heard this, and Tao Ling was a little stunned when he turned his head to look at her again. This look inexplicably reminded him of Wen Qingying.
He hadn't seen Wen Qingying once since he came home on Saturday.
"Then what about teacher?" Yunnan asked again carefully, seeing that he had not spoken for a long time.