Insomnia

Chapter 22: question

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So boring, this was Tao Ling's first thought.

Clicking in, this was Tao Ling's first reaction.

The main building is a very long complaint. After reading it, it doesn't actually say anything. After removing all kinds of expressions of anger and sadness, the whole article can be summed up in one sentence—

Wen Qingying is a scumbag.

Someone on the second floor immediately followed: "Lord, hurry up, there is no evidence to sue you for slander. Are you a man dressed as a woman, and see that our boss brother is more popular than you, will you take revenge?"

The landlord: "Don't worry, I'll just vent my emotions first, and let the backup team be mentally prepared. Will I talk nonsense without a picture?"

Fan club

Tao Ling: "..."

After being urged several floors, the picture was actually posted. It was still in the flower shop. Wen Qingying was standing at the door, and a girl threw himself on top of him.

It's a continuous shot, so five or six photos together are just the process of hugging.

In the last picture, Wen Qingying and the girl hugged each other. He bent slightly to match the girl's height, and he was clearly spoiled in his movements. Although the girl turned her back to the camera, Tao Ling could tell at a glance that she was not Wen Qingying's sister.

Because this is short hair.

The familiar IDs in the building have already exploded. After talking nonsense for a long time, someone asked, "Calm down, did the beauty cut her hair earlier?"

Someone below replied: "You are selectively blind, can one go wrong with one royal sister and one cute girl?"

Like a farce, the forty-eighth floor said: "I announce that the support club is disbanded. The four of us sisters will go back to their respective homes to find their own mothers. The scumbag is not worth our time for him."

The forty -nineth floor: "Woohoo, no wonder he did not open the store on Saturday, it must have been dating, I broke my heart."

Tao Ling was stunned when he saw this. It turns out that the flower shop is not open on Saturdays

But the day of Tao Jun's death was also Saturday. The two went to the cemetery together and came back. In the afternoon, Wen Qingying clearly opened a shop.

Then he looked down, and the fifty-fifth floor said, "But he's so handsome, can I just be a dog without looking at his character?"

Fifty-first floor: "Bah! There are no three views! A dog will have no room for a lifetime!"

Fifty-second floor: "I'll be fair, since handsome guys have two boats, I don't mind being the third one."

Fifty-third floor: "I just said, it's you upstairs again, and the deep cabinets are gone? Damn gay!"

The post was new, and the floor was not high. Tao Ling slid up again when he saw the bottom, and looked at the photos carefully.

He had to admit that Wen Qingying's temperament was really special, and the masculinity and youthful air blended just right, which was undoubtedly revealed when he was close to women.

The girl was petite, and she seemed to be shrunk in his arms no matter how much she stood on tiptoe. His big, articulated hand was on her back, which looked indescribably beautiful.

Enlarging the picture and looking at it again, people are still smiling, and they can see Xiaohuya without any effort.

The previous one was my sister, this one is not my sister, right

Tao Ling tickled the corners of his mouth mockingly, that's right, Wen Qingying said that he was afraid of misunderstanding, because he was afraid that he was just stepping on two boats, and it had nothing to do with whether he was single or not.

What's more, there is no need to clarify Wen Qingying's emotional state to him.

Tao Ling didn't pay attention to the direction of the post, his stomach was really hurting so badly that the medicine just went into his throat and disappeared without a trace.

No role at all, no responsibility at all.

He threw away his phone, took off his glasses, faced the back of the sofa, and curled himself up harder.

For the next half of the week, Tao Ling stopped staying at the flower shop, and only said hello every day when he passed by. Apart from that, he did not have any communication with Wen Qingying.

The situation continued into Thursday afternoon.

There was no one in the store when he passed by after get off work, and Wen Qingying was standing at the door. Tao Ling beckoned to leave immediately, Wen Qingying took a few steps ahead with long legs and turned to block in front of him.

"Is something wrong?" Tao Ling raised his eyes inquiringly.

Wen Qingying pursed her lips, and put her mobile phone to his eyes. On it was a typed word: "Sir, is the violet still open? This flower easily loses its petals."

Tao Ling took out his mobile phone and replied, "Thank you soon, the petals fell off the table." Originally, he wanted to say that the pot was dropped.

Wen Qingying asked again, "Sir, are you busy these days?"

Tao Ling lowered his eyes, knowing that his deliberate actions caught his attention, but he wrote without changing his face: "Yes, I have to work overtime during this time."

Wen Qingying made an "oh" mouth and nodded.

After a moment of silence, Tao Ling typed: "Then I'll go first?"

Wen Qingying wanted to say something else, so Tao Ling waited patiently, stiffened for a while, and finally said, "Then can I still go to see Mr. for class tomorrow?"

Tao Ling was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that his "no reason" alienation was too much.

Wen Qingying was very keen, and it wasn't the first day he knew this. The pretense of these few days fell into his eyes in a hurry, maybe he thought he had done something wrong.

In order to prevent him from continuing to misunderstand, Tao Lingying: "Of course you can."

Wen Qingying smiled, but she wasn't as cheerful as before, and even Xiaohuya was only half exposed.

Tao Lingxin sighed, lowered his head and wrote again: "Don't ask this kind of question, you can listen to my class if you want, it doesn't matter if you don't want to."

It's okay not to say this, but when he said Wen Qingying, he became nervous. He gestured a few times, and then woke up from a dream and remembered that Tao Ling didn't understand mute language, so he had to continue typing: "Sir, I don't want to listen to your class, I'll be there anytime. I love your class, really."

Tao Lingxin said that you are very fond of learning. With a simple smile on his face, he waved his hand.

Wen Qingying stood there and watched him walk away.

On Friday night, Tao Ling almost stepped to the classroom, and when he inserted the USB flash drive, he looked up and swept around, but Wen Qingying hadn't come yet.

For the past two weeks, I can see people as soon as I look up.

It wasn't until he said "Class" that Wen Qingying bent down and came in through the back door and sat on the seat next to her.

Tao Ling's heart suddenly calmed down.

By the third week of the class, the number of people visibly decreased. Tao Ling knew that many people came to watch the fun in the first two classes, but he didn't care much about it.

Seeing that Wen Qingying was sitting firmly, he cleared his throat and clicked on the slideshow: "Today we will continue the topic of the lesson and discuss individual religions and religious groups..."

After class, two girls came to ask a few questions, during which Tao Ling restrained himself not to look up, he was afraid that Wen Qingying would wait for him.

I'm also afraid that he won't wait for him.

It can be seen that the students are serious about the class. Although the questions asked are not very in-depth, they are all on point, so they talked for a long time.

When it was over, Auntie came in with a bucket, Tao Lingchong nodded and smiled, and looked up.

The classroom is completely empty.

Tao Ling couldn't tell how he felt at that moment, and he didn't want to go into it. He just walked down the podium as usual and walked towards the back door.

However, as soon as he left the classroom, he saw a person leaning against the railing not far away.

Outside this classroom is a short corridor, and at the end of the corridor is a small pool with some water lilies planted in it. Wen Qingying leaned against the railing, her eyes fell on the pond under the lights, but her face was slightly towards the classroom.

When Yu Guangsao saw Tao Ling coming out, he slowly stood up and smiled.

The lights on the top of the corridor were not bright, at least not as bright as the street lights outside, but it was enough for Tao Ling to see his face and his eyes clearly.

Wen Qingying walked towards him, and he suddenly felt that he was about to suffocate.

The scene was the same as the previous two weeks. The two went down the stairs together, left the graduate school, and slowly walked through the small half school towards the west gate.

At the door of the flower shop, Tao Ling habitually wanted to stop, but heard Qingying didn't mean to enter the shop.

When he was about to arrive at the community, Tao Ling finally couldn't help it and typed: "Is there any question to ask today?"

Wen Qingying shook her head and nodded again immediately.

Seeing Tao Ling raising his eyebrows through the streetlight, he also took out his mobile phone: "I think Mr. is a little tired, so I'll leave it to ask next time. Is it okay?"

Tao Ling didn't know what expression he should make, struggled for two seconds, and finally nodded, and pointed to the gate of the community, meaning he was leaving.

Wen Qingying raised her index finger, Tao Ling guessed that it meant another minute.

He then waited, and after a while Wen Qingying's mobile phone came over again, and it said: "Sir, I want to see my mother tomorrow, do you want to see my brother?"

The author has something to say: Last time I said that there is no predecessor, and there is no current o(*≧▽≦)ツ