Tao Ling didn't move after reading the words, Wen Qingying understood what he meant, slowly retracted his hand, and pressed the phone off.
After a long while, Tao Ling raised his head, seeing Qingying's sincere expression, the unspeakable suffocation came up again.
Afraid that his mood would become more strange, he smiled and typed: "I won't go tomorrow. There is a paper to be submitted that hasn't been revised yet, so I have to take advantage of these few days."
After getting the answer, Wen Qingying curved the corners of her mouth and nodded.
Tao Ling entered the community. He didn't get rid of the bad mood until he went upstairs. He kicked off his shoes and walked towards the house. He suddenly felt extremely tired.
There was something depressing like silk thread, wrapped around him thinly, and even his breathing was dragged heavy. The figure seemed to be floating in the water, unable to step on the ground or touch the oxygen.
Haven't felt this way in a long time.
Too tired to take a shower, Tao Ling slumped on the sofa, staring at the violet that had withered to the extreme in the basin, and fell asleep without knowing when.
Woke up at three in the middle of the night, took a shower, and was in a state of mind until dawn.
As the morning light faded, Tao Ling got up from the chair in the study and stretched out to make coffee.
Walking to the window, he opened the curtain and glanced inadvertently, just to see a ray of light cutting through the chaotic sky, gray-blue below, and white above.
The study is the room with the best lighting in the house. There is a small balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Yesterday morning, it was clear that Tao Ling put the rose on the balcony.
The wind of late autumn came from a distance, and the soft petals swayed. Tao Ling walked to the balcony and squatted down to observe the small flower, trying to find out why it was blooming so prosperously.
As soon as I saw it, I saw the sun leaping over the horizon, and the light spilled from the building, leaving a distinct trace on the flower, like a veil, but it only brought out the double beauty.
Tao Ling stretched out his hand, trying to catch the light, so he also had a bright white ribbon in his palm.
After staring blankly for a while, he stood up abruptly.
After squatting for too long, he felt dizzy for a moment, and after enduring the dizziness, Tao Ling immediately rushed to the bathroom to wash.
Tao Ling felt sick when he went out, felt sick when he got on the subway, and felt sick when he was transferring to the bus.
Entering the cemetery, Tao Ling felt that he was terminally ill.
Stepping up the steps, one step over three steps, the sun rises, and the sky is still light and cloudy. It's not a special day, the cemetery is extremely quiet.
Tao Ling unzipped his jacket, his heart beating fast.
Not because of tiredness.
Although Wen Qingying's mother's tombstone was a little higher, it was actually closer to the main road. Tao Ling hesitated for a while, but followed the memory of the last time and went to the Arborvitae Cong first.
Tao Ling had expected that it would not be such a coincidence before he opened the bushes, but when he saw that the tomb was empty, his heart still sank.
Taking a deep breath, Tao Ling felt that he was not only terminally ill, but also extremely laughable.
Wen Qingying had already been there, and in front of the tombstone stood a bunch of white roses with fresh petals.
After a while of silence, Tao Ling stepped forward and bowed.
After sorting out his emotions a little, he took a shortcut and walked down through the bushes, preparing to see Tao Jun. When walking through the grass, I accidentally encountered a ghost needle grass, and a bunch of black thorns were stuck on the trousers.
Stepping on the horizontal path, he bent over to pick up the thorns, and just after cleaning up, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in his sight.
Tao Ling felt a stagnation in his heart, he released his two fingers, and the last thorn dropped lightly. He got up and saw Wen Qingying standing in front of him with clear eyes.
After two quick turns in his mind, Tao Ling confirmed that he should not have been seen when he came down, with a faint smile on his face.
Seeing that he was smiling, Wen Qingying approached, smiled too, took the phone and asked, "Why did Mr. come suddenly?"
Tao Ling pressed his heartbeat and took out his mobile phone to answer: "I slept late last night, I got things done, and I came here in the morning after thinking about nothing."
After Wen Qingying finished reading, he wrote again: "What a coincidence, you got up early, I thought you had already left."
Wen Qingying showed her little tiger teeth, and instead of communicating with him, she turned sideways and let him go inside.
The road is narrow, Tao Ling nodded, walked past him, shoulders close to his chest, almost felt the body temperature collide for a moment.
After walking a few steps, Tao Ling saw at a glance that there was also a bunch of flowers in front of Tao Jun's tomb. It was also a white rose. The outermost petals were slightly green, and the late autumn was dyed with the taste of summer morning.
He looked back, Wen Qingying's expression was extremely calm, it seemed that bringing Tao Jun a bouquet of flowers was the right thing to do, and it was not worth Tao Ling to say anything more.
Standing silently in front of the tomb for a while, Tao Ling crouched down, touched the petals lightly, and touched the tombstone again.
Tao Jun, what should I do
His face was expressionless, but his heart turned back and forth a few times, and finally returned to silence.
But this is the same as when Wen Qingying once talked about tradition, because the waves have passed, and although the current calm is calm, it is no longer the previous calm.
When I got up, the sun was high, and the two walked out together. The wind was blowing, and the weather was so refreshing that I wanted to close my eyes.
Wen Qingying didn't propose to go to Saintess Township like last time, and didn't even ask Tao Ling what he planned to do, but just walked with him, as if he could go anywhere.
Although Tao Ling would never take him to an unexpected place.
Finally got on the bus and then transferred to the subway, Tao Ling was in a trance all the way. At the entrance of the flower shop, standing on the side of the road, Tao Ling asked, "Do you want to open a shop?"
Wen Qingying lowered her head to type and asked, "Sir, do you want to have lunch together?"
After thinking for a while, Tao Ling bit his back molars gently and asked, "Aren't you going to have dinner with your girlfriend?"
After reading this, Wen Qingying blinked in surprise. Glancing at Tao Ling, he wrote, "But I don't have a girlfriend."
He answered frankly, Tao Ling observed his expression, either he didn't lie or he was too used to lying.
Between the two, Tao Ling naturally chose the former.
But after thinking about it, he remembered the photos he saw in the post bar. He wanted to ask, but couldn't ask. If he really asked the question later, he would become like a voyeur.
Before he could think about it, Wen Qingying's cell phone came over again: "Sir? I still have a few questions to ask Mr. Can I have dinner with him?"
The plane tree above his head had withered its leaves and was very desolate, but when the bright sun shone, it suddenly showed a kind of gentle gentleness.
Like Wen Qingying.
After a long and brief moment of hesitation, Tao Ling wrote: "I've been fine all weekend."
In the last class, I talked about the psychic media group of Middle Ages Taoism. After the meal, the two returned to the flower shop. Wen Qingying covered the shutter and turned on the light. He took out his notebook and listed a few very targeted questions.
After seeing his thoughts, Tao Ling began to type on the notepad on his mobile phone: "The concept of 'individual religion' is actually not contradictory to the religious group nature. The Taoist school is accustomed to using the same expression, and the cultivators In forming groups, a lot is relied on religious experience.”
When he wrote this, he turned his head to look at Wen Qingying, Wen Qingying showed an expression of sudden realization, got a little closer, picked up his mobile phone and said, "I understand, religious experience unites cultivators, and there is a group in the group. The core is the psychic, and the psychic is the recipient of the religious experience in the process of creating a school.”
Tao Ling smiled: "Yes, this is the question of acceptance in religious experience."
"Martin Buber's research shows that the most different aspect of religion and witchcraft is that religion attempts to create an 'me-you' relationship between man and God, and the core of the relationship is the 'personal encounter'."
Looking up again, just in time to find Wen Qingying staring at him, Tao Ling's heart jumped fiercely and asked, "What?"
This sentence was spoken, but Wen Qingying received his meaning without hindrance.
Wen Qingying pursed her lips and typed a few lines: "Sir, if one person wants to establish this kind of personality relationship with another person, does this count as creating a religion between two people?"