He asked in vain, Wen Qingying looked at him and pursed his lips.
Tao Ling thought that this question was probably out of bounds, so he didn't ask any more words, just nodded.
The two stood on the side of the road in front of the community gate, face to face in silence. After thinking about it, Tao Ling took out his mobile phone to find a remedy for himself: "I was a little tired just now, and I was startled when you suddenly reached out."
Wen Qingying smiled clearly and replied, "Sorry sir, I'm a little bit, I shouldn't do it, I'm just afraid that sir will misunderstand."
Tao Ling gritted his teeth and didn't type again. Instead, he put away his phone and said quietly, "Even if there is a misunderstanding, it's nothing. It's none of my business. You have your own life."
After another moment of silence, he waved his hand and pointed to the gate of the community.
Wen Qingying showed her little tiger teeth at him again and nodded.
The two are separated.
After entering the door, Tao Ling let out a long sigh of relief. For a moment, his scalp was numb from embarrassment. Fortunately, Wen Qingying didn't say much.
His mind was pure, and he probably wouldn't understand Tao Ling's inner embarrassment.
This feeling is unsettling, almost beyond Tao Ling's control over himself.
It was almost two o'clock when he got home. Tao Ling was a little surprised. He had stayed with Wen Qingying for so long, and he didn't know if Wen Qingying would be able to open a store as usual tomorrow.
After taking a pill, I lay down in a state of confusion, but slowly became confused.
The next day, before I could turn on the computer, I received a call from Teacher Zhang, asking him to go to the school to process a document. Tao Ling washed up in a hurry, bought two buns downstairs and left.
When I passed the flower shop on the road, it was more than ten o'clock, and the door of the shop hadn't even opened yet.
Usually Tao Ling goes to work early, and sometimes Wen Qingying doesn't open the door, but Wen Qingying is usually earlier than him, and most of the time he can say hello in the morning.
It was estimated that Wen Qingying was up late, and Tao Ling didn't care much and went to school directly.
It's almost time to get things done, but the flower shop hasn't even opened yet.
Tao Ling entered the beef noodle restaurant next door, and came out after lunch to look again, but the door was still closed.
Looking back and forth, the door is not like other stores with the contact information, probably because I am afraid that people who don't know will call but won't be able to pick it up.
Standing on the side of the road for a while, the phone rang, Tao Ling turned around, and walked towards the house while picking it up.
I originally planned to read a book, but ended up wasting an afternoon at home. In the evening, my colleagues in the outer courtyard seemed to be bored, and sent another message: "Brother Ling, is there anything at night? Come out for a drink."
Tao Ling lay on the sofa and replied simply, "No."
The other end said, "Brother Ling, you are so indifferent to me."
Tao Ling: "..."
Colleague: "Just kidding, so what are you doing tonight?"
Tao Ling thought for a while, and glanced at the washbasin that was still on the coffee table. He sat up and replied, "Go out and buy a vase."
Colleague: "Are you still arranging flowers?"
Tao Ling: "No way?"
Colleague: "Xing Xing Xing, you can do anything, you can change your name to Tao Xing."
After closing the dialogue window, after a two-second pause, Tao Ling got up and changed his shoes to go out.
Buy a vase.
The way I usually go to work is because the nearest place to buy vases is, of course, Wen Qingying's shop.
Turning across the street, the lights were brightly lit all the way, Tao Ling walked along the sidewalk, and there were three facades across, and he had already seen clearly—the shop was still closed.
It didn't open the door all day.
When he was about to reach the door, even though no one knew his true purpose, Tao Ling still felt embarrassed. He just pretended to pass by, walked straight with a blank face, and entered a supermarket behind the corner.
After three days of fishing and two days of drying the net, the flower shop will close down sooner or later.
After picking up a bunch of extra daily necessities from the supermarket and going home to lie down on the sofa, Tao Ling suddenly felt so boring.
Life is boring, he usually thinks like this, but tonight was different. He realized very clearly that it was not life that was boring, but that he was boring.
Tao Ling is a boring person.
This is the general evaluation of him by others, and I have heard it overtly and secretly.
Looking at the shopping bags in the supermarket, Tao Ling suddenly understood this sentence.
I didn't go out on Sunday, so I will see Wen Qingying again on Monday. Tao Ling passed by the door of the flower shop after get off work, and Wen Qingying smiled at him.
Everything is the same as before.
There were guests in the flower shop, it was inconvenient to communicate, and Tao Ling couldn't delay Wen Qing's screening time, so he just picked a bunch of flowers.
When giving the money, someone was poking Wen Qingying, wanting him to look at his cell phone.
Tao Ling scanned the code, and while paying the bill, he raised his foot and was about to leave. Wen Qingying hurriedly took a small card from the shelf and stuffed it into his hand.
Fingers inadvertently slid across the palm.
Tao Ling turned his head, Wen Qingying smiled, turned his back and continued to work.
At the end of the street, Tao Ling opened the card and saw a bouquet of flowers outlined with lines, just like the one in his hand.
The card reads: "Sir, this is a violet, cruciferous. Cut the roots at forty-five degrees when inserting, keep the water clean, keep the petals and leaves free of water, and live longer in a ventilated place."
The inscription on the bottom right reads "Wen Qingying".
When did the business start? Really busy. Tao Ling was a little puzzled, do you sell a bunch of flowers to get a corresponding small card? Girls used to start with "lady"
Yes, there are always other gentlemen and ladies out there to buy flowers.
The noodle shop downstairs that I often go to is not open today, Tao Ling plans to go home to make it himself, but I didn’t expect that it is more difficult to find food at home than mining.
The refrigerator was empty, except for the last egg left. It was broken when opened, and the yolk had flowed all over the place, confusing the line with the egg white.
The beginning of rot is penetration.
In the end, I rummaged through the boxes and found only half a handful of dried noodles and a sprouted potato.
When I was about to throw the potatoes, I paused for a moment, and I simply took a bowl and threw it in, planning to find some soil to bury tomorrow, maybe I could be a companion with the rose, and let the poor family climb the gentry.
I knew that I went to the supermarket to buy all the food the night before.
While waiting for the water to boil, Tao Ling suddenly remembered Tao Jun's previous sigh: "What would you do if I was gone? Your life can be a mess."
Damn you, Tao Jun, you still go away knowing that life will be messed up by me? The more Tao Ling thought about it, the more angry he became, and in the end he was almost angry.
The water had just boiled, and the phone rang.
Tao Ling ordered the noodles, hurriedly pulled a tissue and blew his nose, and answered the phone, but there was an advertisement on the opposite side: "Hello, sir, do you have children between the ages of six and ten at home? We provide..."
"Do you provide vacuum childbirth service? If you do, please send it to me first and then I will take your order." Tao Ling said quickly, and hung up the phone.
After eating the noodles with anger, my stomach suddenly had a dull pain in the evening. I wanted to endure it, but after a while, I became more and more uneasy, so I had to get up and boil water.
After eating Wei Kangling, huddled in the corner of the sofa and continued to read, just in time to see a sentence: "The thing you don't want to lose the most is the easiest to let go."
Tao Ling closed the page and stared at the cover in a daze.
He rarely read novels before, and the bookcase at home was divided into two halves, the obscure on the left and the popular on the right. It was this year that he opened the half that belonged to Tao Jun, reading from left to right, top to bottom, book by book.
This is the thirty-first book.
Thirty-one was exactly the age when Tao Jun left.
The stomach was still hurting, Tao Ling put down the book and curled up on his side, took the phone and looked blindly unconsciously.
At the end, I opened the school post bar, and when I entered, I saw a very conspicuous post: "Mourning News! The boss of the flower shop opposite Ximen (Bah! There is no brother) is a scumbag! He has two boats! There are pictures and the truth!"
Tao Ling: "..."
The author has something to say: The book Tao Ling is reading today is "The Right Bank of the Ergun River"~~~