Insomnia

Chapter 19: Pineapple

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Seeing this sentence, Wen Qingying was obviously hesitant.

In the end, he answered honestly: "I used to go to university in Beijing, a normal university, but I didn't finish it. I went to a little bit in my senior year, about a week."

Tao Ling was a little surprised. He observed it carefully and found that his expression was no longer different, but it was not easy to ask any more questions. He just sighed and wrote: "It's the last year.

Wen Qing smiled and replied: "I studied architecture, and the five-year school system."

"No wonder painting is so beautiful." Tao Ling said, looking down at the phone screen, it was past eleven o'clock.

Noticing that he was looking at the time, Wen Qingying stood up.

The two seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding in a very short period of time, even without the parties realizing it. It wasn't until the night wind blew that they were walking on the street together that Tao Ling was suddenly in a trance.

The night in the city center is always lively, and even more so in recent years. Although it is almost midnight, the headlights are still flashing.

At the intersection, there was an aunt who was pushing a tricycle and selling pineapples on the street. Small pieces of triangular pineapples were tagged and soaked in a glass jar.

Only this scene makes people feel that Wu City is still the former Wu City.

Tao Ling was in a daze, the green light was already on the opposite side, but he was still staring at his aunt's scooter. It wasn't until Wen Qingying patted his shoulder lightly that he regained his senses.

"Want to eat pineapple? Buy it for your husband." Wen Qingying handed over the phone.

Tao Ling couldn't help laughing and crying, as if he was talking to a three-year-old child.

He shook his head angrily, and when Wen Qingying asked the question, he was obviously joking, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

After walking two steps together, the green light had already started flashing, so we had to go back to the intersection.

Tao Ling looked at the pineapple again, raised his eyes, and saw that the aunt's hair was a little messy on the temples, and then prepared to take out the phone.

There was a small blackboard next to the trolley, with the unit price and a QR code on it. Wen Qingying walked over, and Tao Ling scanned the code one step at a time to give the money.

Tao Ling only took out half of the phone and put it back.

There are still three pieces of pineapple in the glass jar. Auntie wants to pack it in a bag. Tao Ling said, "No need for a bag, Auntie, just eat it this way."

One person took a lottery, and there was still one piece left in the jar. Auntie smiled and was still about to pack it. Only then did Tao Ling realize that Wen Qingying had given a lot of money.

Turning his head, Wen Qingying happened to be looking over. Looking at each other, Tao Ling understood and said, "Auntie, this is yours."

After the green light happened, the two walked towards the opposite side of the road together. The aunt shouted from behind, Tao Ling turned his head and glanced and smiled.

After eating pineapple, we crossed the intersection and turned side by side into the quiet street.

Smell Qingying.

Tao Ling unconsciously recited the name in his heart, and when he regained his senses, he found that he had arrived at the gate of his community.

I still have half of the pineapple in my hand.

As usual, he just waved goodbye. Seeing that people were heading towards the zebra crossing, Tao Ling turned around and wanted to enter the community. After taking two steps to swipe the card, his hand stopped, and the next moment he involuntarily took a few steps back.

Looking sideways, Wen Qingying just turned around, he had to pretend that nothing happened and waved his hand again.

Hearing Qingying smiled under the light in the distance, turned and walked away.

At twelve twelve, the door slammed softly.

The warm yellow light diffuses, illuminating the small space on this side of the living room. The room is very clean, there are not many things, so the arrangement is not messy, but it is not very neat, it is a bit of a casual attitude.

He walked slowly on the road and went around in a big circle. It was already very late, but Wen Qingying wasn't going to sleep yet.

After washing, he sat cross-legged on the sofa, took a slow breath, and felt his fingers on his throat. After two seconds, he tried to raise his head, opened his mouth, slowly closed it again, gritted his teeth, and slowly relaxed again.

After completing the four eight-beat rehabilitation exercises, he put on an "ah" mouth shape, but he didn't make a sound at all.

After trying several times, the forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Forced himself to relax, his thoughts came and went, and suddenly they landed on Tao Ling's fingers while typing. The chaos in my mind gradually calmed down, as if encountering some invisible magic.

After taking a deep breath and trying a few more times, the clock on the wall ticked lightly, pointing to one o'clock. At the same time, a hoarse "ah" exit broke the silence of the night.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Tao Ling rolled over in annoyance and sat up.

His hands were messing up his hair, and he covered his face in despair for a moment.

I really can't sleep, so I just don't sleep.

After turning on the computer and revising the thesis for a while, Tao Ling suddenly remembered what happened before going home. After sitting for a while, he clicked on the courseware of the platform course and began to add text page by page.

late autumn.

After staying up for several nights, Tao Ling submitted a paper that had been revised several times to the journal. When the ginkgo leaves were golden, he finally relaxed a little.

On Friday, the second platform class in the second half of the semester, there were many more key phrases in ppt than last week, and no one among the students seemed to notice. But it's not a pity at all, it's just a little tired-

Because Wen Qingying had more questions, the two of them chatted until twelve o'clock this time.

"Heaven, it's already midnight." Tao Ling said and stretched.

Wen Qingying appeared a little embarrassed, typed and asked, "Sir, do I have too many questions? You've been talking to me for so long, enough to do a lot of things."

Tao Ling replied, "Telling you something is also doing something."

Wen Qingying smiled restrainedly, and wrote, "Then let me invite you to a late-night snack? Do you want to eat?"

I was a little hungry, Tao Ling thought about it and asked, "What should I eat?"

Wen Qingying: "It's not good to eat too much at night, take you to drink porridge?"

Tao Ling agreed.

After closing the door, Wen Qingying and Tao Ling walked in the opposite direction from usual, turning around, and finally entered a small alley.

Tao Ling was a little surprised. He grew up in Wuchang, and he was so familiar with this place that he had never been to this place.

After walking for a while, he suddenly realized that he didn't actually leave the familiar area, but Wen Qingying took him down the path, and he recognized the place as soon as he looked into the distance. The other end of the alley is connected to the main street. There is a small square at the corner of the street, and there are several famous bars outside.

After you finish eating, you can go home from there.

I don't know how Wen Qingying found this shop. Although it was in an alley, the preserved egg and lean pork porridge was too delicious, and it didn't close in the middle of the night.

Tao Ling gave a thumbs up several times while eating, and every time he praised Wen Qingying, he would laugh, the little tiger teeth were always exposed, so that Tao Ling could only stare at the bowl.

Judging from various "intelligence" signs, Wen Qingying might really have a master. He is afraid that if he really likes it, all the current exchanges will become coveted.

Yes, Tao Ling knew from a young age that he was gay.

After eating out of the porridge shop, Wen Qingying really took Tao Ling to the other side of the alley.

The world of feasting and feasting was shining outside. The two people passed by in front of the small square and passed the entrance of a bar called "Pirate Ship" when a woman suddenly rushed out.

Tao Ling couldn't help but pause, and saw the woman holding the lamppost, as if she was drunk and looking for support.

Two men chased out, pulling the woman away, shouting "keep drinking".

"Let go!" The woman struggled fiercely, her head suddenly raised, her long hair scattered back, and Tao Ling was able to see her face clearly.

A little familiar.

Before he could react, Wen Qingying had already strode up.

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