Tao Ling thought of it before he opened the post. Maybe the beautiful girl he had met before came to Wen Qingying again. Sure enough, after the moaning on the first floor, he saw the photo on the next floor.
The photo is a bit blurry, as if it was taken from across the street. You can see the tall and thin figure of Wen Qingying in the flower shop, and a woman with a good figure.
I took several pictures, and they were both talking face to face. I didn't see it until the last one. The woman was holding on to Wen Qingying's wrist, and Wen Qingying seemed to be frowning.
Someone below said: "What can you say with just a few pictures?"
Fifth floor: "Like a young couple arguing?"
Sixth floor: "Is it stupid upstairs? The boss can't talk and make noise?"
Eighth floor: "Can't speak? Deaf people still can't speak? Fuck! hiqHDUGQ; odhYE! (Because I was too heartache and died violently, the above message was automatically sent by my mobile phone)"
Ninth floor: "Deaf and dumb, I went to buy flowers."
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Fifteenth floor: "Girls say it unilaterally, don't you girls quarrel like this? Men automatically block you and you can keep talking."
Sixteenth floor: "The straight man upstairs has cancer."
20th floor: "The 15th floor is a very deep cabinet. It's been with us a lot. I've seen your ID. If you like the boss, just say it."
The building ran further and further away, and the owner who disappeared after posting the photo finally appeared on the 37th floor: "It's really a conflict, I was across the road when they were arguing that day, and I felt that the boss ran away from home. The relationship between people is nothing but boyfriends and girlfriends. If you have seen it with your own eyes, you will understand. It's too damn right! The girl is so beautiful and beautiful, my heart has been broken into scum."
Tao Ling: "..."
After watching for a while, his mind seemed to freeze, and before he could think clearly, the registration number had already started.
In the registration step, I asked for the ID and stopped on the interface for half a minute. Tao Ling glanced out, lowered his head and entered, and the registration was successful.
A minute later, the newest floor of the building appeared—
The netizen whose ID is "the first window on the left" said: "Are you guys having fun? Are you interested? It's better to read two more books than to pay attention to the lives of strangers."
Fifty-second floor: "Is there a disease upstairs? The focus is on the handsome guy, not you. I think you are lacking attention to find a sense of existence, right?"
After being scolded for several floors one after another, someone said, "Don't get excited upstairs, the one on the left, look at your ID, haven't you passed the second issue of the middle school? You are in the wrong forum, go back and do your homework."
Tao Ling: "..." The tone of the question was typed just now, not sarcasm. He didn't notice it at all. He thought he was talking about it, but it was finding fault in the eyes of others.
The floors piled up quickly, and "the first window on the left" spoke again after a long time: "To pay too much attention to other people's lives is a manifestation of possessiveness. Isn't it normal to be possessive towards strangers?"
Go to your mother's new user verification code, and they are all uncommon words, and you can't read them clearly.
After Tao Ling sent this sentence, he immediately backed out.
Putting his phone in his hand, he went downstairs, and halfway through, he suddenly felt sick.
After crossing the road to the door of the flower shop, the customer just now was gone.
Seeing Tao Ling, Wen Qingying smiled habitually, and two pointed little tiger teeth were exposed, which added a little boyishness to his handsomeness.
I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart just now, but now it's almost gone, but Tao Ling hasn't noticed the change in his mood.
Wen Qingying lowered her head and revealed her clean forehead and eyebrows to Tao Ling without any defense. He typed on his phone: "Sir, I squeezed the juice just now, and I can drink it right now. Would you like to try it?"
"Okay." Tao Ling nodded and followed him into the store.
The table at the back was emptied, a juicer was placed in the middle, and there was a coffee pot, and the aroma of coffee was lingering.
Wen Qingying washed the cup and poured the juice beside him. Tao Ling typed on his mobile phone and waited until he had finished pouring a cup before showing him, "Can I have coffee?"
Wen Qingying put down her hands and responded, "The coffee is cold, so I made it at noon."
"It's okay." Tao Ling took the empty cup.
Seeing this, Wen Qingying suddenly lifted the coffee pot, put her hand back on the highest shelf, turned around and pretended that nothing happened, and continued pouring juice.
Tao Ling: "..."
Pushing the cup in front of Tao Ling, he wrote again: "It's not that I don't want to give it to my husband, it's already six o'clock, so I don't have to sleep at night after drinking it."
Tao Ling smiled, but what he said was: "I can't fall asleep anyway, it doesn't matter." He took a sip of the juice, immediately pursed his lips and frowned, looking up to see the harmless expression on Wen Qingying's face, Finally swallowed hard.
The acid was unbearable, and the brows trembled unconsciously.
After looking at him for two seconds, Wen Qingying suddenly laughed, and the sly meaning flashed by.
Tao Ling: "… revenge on me?"
This sentence was spoken, Wen Qingying pretended not to know what he meant, and typed: "Last time, the juice that Mr. bought didn't contain sugar, I thought you liked it sour."
Tao Ling dug a hole for himself and had nothing to say.
Wen Qingying became happier the more she laughed, until Tao Ling was almost unhappy, so she put away her expression and took a honey jar from the cabinet, and added sugar to Tao Ling's cup.
"He's also not easy to bully, just like Tao Jun, he must avenge his revenge, right?" Tao Ling said to himself.
After sitting for a while, Tao Ling remembered what he was here for today. He took out a class schedule for the first grade from his bag and handed it to Wen Qingying. Originally, it was difficult to unify the timetables of graduate students, so they could just check them on the system. This one was copied by Tao Ling at noon.
His class is scheduled for Friday night, starting at 7:30.
Wen Qingying took the timetable with both hands, pressing her index finger down, she went from Monday to Friday, and finally stopped on the word "Tao Ling", looking at the person opposite her inquiringly.
With just such a glance, Tao Ling reacted abruptly. After having known each other for so long, Wen Qingying didn't even know what her name was.
Tao Jun's tombstone has his own name on it, but the characters are very small and skewed, so he probably didn't pay attention to it.
With that in mind, he nodded.
Wen Qingying smiled and typed on the phone: "Is this the reason why Mr. likes chrysanthemum? Xie Gongshan does not change, Tao Lingju still exists."
I was a little surprised to see these two poems. Seeing that his posture was naturally not showing off, he gave a thumbs up and responded, "It's okay, my brother likes it. Actually, I don't like autumn very much."
Wen Qingying had a blank piece of paper in his hand. While Tao Ling continued drinking the juice, he buried his head and wrote what he was writing according to the class schedule.
Watching his hand move on the paper, Tao Ling suddenly thought of the post just now, and instantly felt that everything in front of him was boring.
He rested his elbows on the table halfway, touched the ring on his left middle finger with his right hand, unconsciously picked the ring halfway and pushed it up the base of the finger, pushed it up, and spun around in a leisurely circle, and after a while, picked it out, and the cycle went back and forth.
This was his habit when he was in a daze. Wen Qingying looked up at his face, and finally moved his gaze down and landed on his hand.
Before Tao Ling could return to his senses, there was a guest coming outside, Wen Qingying stood up to say hello, Tao Ling finally restrained his thoughts of not knowing which hill to go to, and carried his bag out of the store.
On the table were the timetable and white paper. The half-copied course had already been copied on the paper. In the corner was another poem that Tao Ling had not seen: "Tao Ling is so sincere, lovesickness will help her look away."
The author has something to say: [Note] Xie Gongshan does not change, Tao Lingju still survives: from Huangfu Ran's "He Zhongcheng's Envoy Cheng'en Returns to Zhongnan's Former Residence";
Tao Ling has a lot of sincerity, and Acacia is a solution to his face: from Lingyi's "Reward to Chen Mingfu to see the gift in the boat".
Sorry sorry for being a little late today m(o_ _)m