"I am back."
Tao Ling entered the room, sat down on the sofa, and unbuttoned his shirt.
There is a pot in the center of the coffee table in front of me, which contains a bunch of roses that I bought two days ago.
I've been wanting to buy a new one since I broke the vase last time, but I don't know why I haven't bought it yet. Sometimes when I go to Wen Qingying's flower shop, I can't help but buy some flowers. When I come back, I have nowhere to put them, so I have to sacrifice the idle washbasin.
When the branches are immersed in water, they can't even be called plugs, at most they are "dropped" in.
However, the flowers in the pot were blooming just right. Wen Qingying introduced it, saying that this variety is called "Camellia Lady", and it looks really good-looking, and the complex petals do have a camellia-like demeanor.
Why not just call Margaret? Tao Ling thought for a while.
Looking at the flower paralyzed for a moment, the post that I saw after get off work surfaced in my mind again.
After a while, Tao Ling went into the post bar by surprise to find the post, flipped through it, and found that no one cared about the sentence he posted behind him, but was scolded a few floors and said that it was a disappointment, and then everyone's attention was focused on Wen Qingying. body.
The building is already very high, there are all kinds of guesses, and some people even start to make up stories, but the familiar IDs are those few.
Fortunately, the scope of the spread should not be wide.
Tao Ling browsed boredly, and was suddenly caught by the first floor, which replied with his own words: "This so-and-so on the left, you said that we pay too much attention to other people's lives, if you don't pay too much attention to it. Why do you click on this post about other people's lives? Are you saying that you have an abnormal possessiveness towards the flower shop owner? Are you not getting it yourself and not letting others see it?"
This article was submerged in a mess of speeches, and there was no further text or thread.
After reading those words back and forth twice, Tao Lingyang threw away the phone.
Excessive focus on other people's lives...
No, just passing by every day, at most a few words more than ordinary guests to communicate.
Sliding the mouse back and forth on the word interface, the paper to be revised did not move a word, and it was already eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye.
Fuck your mother's excessive attention, other people have girlfriends, fuck your mother's possessiveness!
I know all day long to talk nonsense on the Internet!
Tao Ling glanced at the time, turned off the computer in annoyance, got up and went to the bathroom.
Insomnia like the old, almost all night.
The next day's class was in the large lecture hall of the graduate school. The entire college must choose for the first year of graduate school. There are nearly 200 students on the course selection list.
This class was taught by another teacher for the first half of the semester, and it was related to anthropology.
Tao Ling knew that this kind of platform class was not effective. Every class was like a lecture. There were many students who escaped. In addition to the experience of the previous teacher, he was prepared for a very cold field, but unexpectedly, although people did not Maybe all of them, at least the classrooms look nearly full.
I laughed at myself, in fact, I should be content if I didn't sit sparsely.
The school bell rings.
Tao Ling didn't like to introduce himself, so he just wrote his name on the blackboard and said simply, "Hello everyone, I'm Tao Ling from the Religious Institute. I will teach this course in the second half of the semester. The class will start now."
The classroom was buzzing until the ppt was opened and there were whispers.
There are too many people, and although they all claim to be high-quality talents, they are inevitably like sparrows in everything.
"Ugly speaking, I like to read books and play with my mobile phone during class, but I am not allowed to speak or eat. It is adults who give each other some face. I love to listen to it and I don't like to listen to it. I don't care about it. , don't force yourself." With the fixed microphone above his head, Tao Ling's face was cold, and his emotionless voice spread.
As soon as these words came out, it became a lot quieter.
Tao Ling pushed the glasses lightly with the back of his hand, his eyes swept across the entire lecture hall, stopped somewhere in the middle for half a second, and then moved away without a trace.
At the back of the classroom, Wen Qingying sat against the wall with a pen and paper in front of her.
He was sitting peacefully in the crowd, looking at Tao Ling seriously.
That gesture belongs to Wen Qingying's quietness alone, and I don't know why, at this moment, just this moment, Tao Ling suddenly felt that this quietness also belonged to him.
The first class didn't cover much, it was just a brief introduction to early Taoism. You can see things you can read in any monograph. It's just that Tao Ling inserted a kind of Taoism formed in the Middle Ages based on his own research when preparing the class. Way.
Although they are all things that they think are valuable, but seeing that the people below are not very interested, he just passed by.
"From this we can see that the fuja developed from witchcraft has a continuation in Taoism... Let's take a look at this stone carving..."
Tao Ling skipped to the next ppt while summarizing. In order to "cater" to the public, most of the ppts were pictures. Just looking at it like this, he suddenly felt that it was a little bad. There are some keywords on the slides, but there are too few. .
Wen Qingying couldn't listen, and it seemed that she would be tired and feel clueless.
This thought flashed through my mind, and the bell rang at the right time.
The people who were still lying on their stomachs a second ago straightened up. Tao Ling glanced at him, feeling helpless, and his face remained calm: "get out of class is over."
The messy noise suddenly became louder, and someone said: "The stone carvings on the ppt are not as cold as his face."
The speaker was relatively close to the podium, and he didn't even think of the existence of a microphone. His voice was amplified several times, and everyone burst into laughter.
Tao Ling: "..."
The classroom was almost almost gone, and only a few procrastinators were left. Tao Ling turned around after cleaning the whiteboard, and saw Wen Qingying still sitting in the same place.
After waiting for a while, the classroom was finally completely empty, and the cleaning aunt came in with a bucket.
Wen Qingying got up and stood at the back door, Tao Ling got off the podium and walked towards him across the classroom.
After leaving the graduate school together, Tao Ling actually wanted to ask Wen Qingying how she felt, but it was inconvenient to type while walking, so she had to give up.
The two walked side by side, and Tao Ling suddenly discovered the fact that as someone who was used to being alone, he was actually quite used to walking with Wen Qingying.
However, I have only known him for more than a month.
Wen Qingying stopped when he went out from Ximen and reached the door of the flower shop.
Thinking he had something to do, Tao Ling waved his hand and continued walking, but just as he lifted his foot, Wen Qingying grabbed his wrist.
Wen Qingying's fingers were not only long, but also very strong, making Tao Ling unable to struggle. The warm palm pressed against the cooler wrist, and a slight strange feeling suddenly climbed up the back.
This was not the first time Wen Qingying had pulled him like this, but Tao Ling was shocked.
Looking back, Wen Qingying's strength just now disappeared suddenly, as if it had never appeared. He let go of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he was already polite and raised the paper in his hand with a smile.
After a two-second pause, Tao Ling also smiled.
The rolling shutter was only halfway open, and when he entered the store, Wen Qingying closed the glass door.
The flowers in the store are still piled up in a shoal, leaving a trail in the middle.
Sitting down, Wen Qingying pushed the note in her hand towards Tao Ling.
Randomly flipping through it, Tao Ling was shocked, he raised his eyes to look at Wen Qingying, straightened his body and started to read from the first page.
The front is full of Wen Qingying's reading notes, and the last two pages are today's class notes.
Maybe it was because he couldn't speak or listen. Wen Qingying wrote very fast. The focus of Tao Ling's ppt was on his notebook, and he also had his own thoughts.
After observing for a while, seeing that Tao Ling was obviously shocked, Wen Qingying showed a happy expression, and there was even a hint of shyness between her brows.
Tao Ling was looking at the last page, he raised his finger and pointed to a question mark on it.
There is a sentence under the question mark, which is a summary of Tao Ling's class today: "The relationship between witchcraft, fuja, and truth is complicated, can't it be summarized in this way?"