Some things cannot be said or expressed at all, let alone at the moment when part of the ability to think is lost.
Tao Ling was quiet for a while, and then said to himself: "No, on the contrary, I can't live my own life well."
He didn't speak to Wen Qingying, so it didn't count as a response.
Wen Qingying lowered her head and typed again: "Sir, I see that you were very happy when you told me about this. For a while, I felt that you only wanted to say it, not necessarily asking the other party to understand. Maybe this is you. What does it mean to study these?"
Tao Ling was stunned for a moment: "Maybe."
Wen Qingying rolled her eyes and continued typing: "Even if you don't ask others to understand, I will still try to understand. It's really interesting, thank you sir."
His expression was sincere, his eyebrows and eyes were illuminated by the light, and he looked extremely clean.
Tao Ling suddenly felt guilty, as if the previous two seconds of violent heartbeat were blasphemy.
This thought made his heart beat wildly again a few times, and finally he had to raise the corner of his mouth slightly while secretly spurning himself.
It took a long time to communicate with Wen Qingying, and it was already late at night.
The next day was Saturday, Tao Ling didn't go to work, he just remembered that the flower shop was still open, but he was interrupted several times when he tried to mention it, and Wen Qingying seemed really energetic.
After a while, Wen Qingying picked up the pen again and drew a circle on the paper, but upon closer inspection, the top was not closed.
The three words "Yan Ge Xing" are written next to the picture, and the dynasty is also marked.
Glancing at Tao Ling, he quickly typed: "And the issues related to tradition are more complicated, right? It's impossible to inherit a complete straight line, and even the curve will be an illusion, and there will be no circles, so let's ignore the influence of the middle. Factors, from sorcery to realism, are destined to be different things."
Tao Ling nodded with interest, palms up, and made a "please" gesture.
Wen Qingying smiled, and her fingers jumped: "It's like Emperor Wei Wen's "Yan Song Xing", which originally expressed contempt for women and resentment at first, but slowly transitioned, the frontier of the battlefield was enlarged, and it became a Tang Dynasty people. The frontier poems reached their peak at the time of Jiazhi, and there was not a trace of lovesickness and sorrow left. Later, there were poets in the Ming Dynasty who went back to life and began to write about the feelings of thinking about their wives and their husbands in "Yan Ge Xing". The inheritance of this ancient poem can be seen in the I went up and went around a circle, but even if the tradition returns, it cannot erase the twists and turns in the middle, after all, it is not what it looked like at the beginning.”
"A circle isn't really a circle."
"Yeah, it seems that a broken mirror can't be reunited, and a person can't be resurrected from the dead. No, it's not a good analogy." Tao Ling said, remembering that he couldn't hear him, so he closed his mouth and smiled and applauded sincerely.
Wen Qingying smiled happily.
Tao Ling thought about his behavior before and after, and the upbringing he revealed when he communicated with people, and always felt that this person should not be met in the flower shop by himself.
After thinking about it, he wrote: "What school did you go to before?"