There was a Saturday in the second year of the second year of research. Tao Jun went to work overtime in the company early in the morning, but suddenly came home at noon, and smashed Tao Ling, who had stayed up all night, from the bed, saying that he suddenly wanted to eat rose cake, and he would eat it soon. Can't wait a moment.
Tao Ling scolded and wrapped the quilt, but could not resist the "power", and was finally dragged and stuffed into the car. Then the two brothers drove a six-hour expressway to Huai City, the provincial capital of a neighboring province.
It was already evening at the destination that day. Tao Jun took Tao Ling to an ancient town. He walked through the crowd and walked into an alley. He found an unremarkable shop and bought the last few handmade rose cakes of the day.
Tao Ling didn't like to eat these, so he ate two bites of one piece in his hand and didn't want it, so he was taken over by Tao Jun and solved.
The contented Tao Jun looked very happy, and said while eating: "The cake with the taste of memory is the only one in the whole country, and there is no branch. Seize the opportunity, you will not be able to eat it in the future."
"Would it be over if you want to eat again?" Tao Ling yawned and rolled his eyes.
Tao Ling was not familiar with Huai Shi. He didn't know how Tao Jun found such a place in a strange city, nor why he had to come on this day.
But Tao Jun has always been like this, and he is not at all sorry for his elegant appearance in private. Tossing Tao Ling at this time is his pleasure.
It was easy to run several cities for food. He once arrested Tao Ling at 3:00 in the middle of the night and took people to Yebai Tomb on the top of the mountain in Linshi, saying that he had exercised Tao Ling's courage.
Later, he was beaten by Tao Ling on the mountain.
After a long, long time, Tao Ling slowly understood that every time Tao Jun did these things, he gained the strength to continue to support in his presumptuousness.
But that's all for later.
Speaking of that day in Huai City, Tao Jun had to go for a drink at night. Usually, he socializes too much, so he doesn't drink if he doesn't drink in his daily life, but this day he was really abnormal, the whole person was very excited, Tao Ling thought he was happy about a big business, so he drank with him. field.
At night, I found a hotel in the city. Tao Ling sat on the bed and folded clothes after taking a shower. Tao Jun watched TV for a while, and suddenly opened his arms to hug him, and said with a smile, "Xiao Ling, come, hug brother. , brother, you are the only one left."
"Go away, you Tao Jun, are you sick? Is your head caught in your boss's door?" Tao Ling returned his hand and overturned him.
Tao Jun slammed himself onto the bed with all his strength, lay on his back, and laughed uncontrollably, and his voice suddenly became hoarse. Tao Ling suddenly felt that something was wrong and immediately turned back to find that his face was full of tears.
Those eyes were too bright, but they were filled with sadness.
Even after years of recollection, that moment was still in front of him, making Tao Ling's heart pierce at the slightest touch, and he was so distressed that he was almost unable to breathe.
The two brothers have been dependent on each other since childhood. Tao Jun is both a brother and a parent. Like a god, he has never cried in front of Tao Ling. Seeing him lose his temper like this, Tao Ling panicked, and hurriedly asked, "Brother, what's the matter with you?"
Tao Jun raised his hand to cover his face, the corners of his mouth were still raised, but his smile was worse than crying.
Tao Ling was at a loss to appease him. After a long time, Tao Jun finally stopped laughing. He only hugged Tao Ling tightly and cried silently against his shoulder.
It seems that his tears for the past twenty years have accumulated, just to leave a trace in a strange city, and they will disappear when the sun rises.
That night was too painful, Tao Ling only hated the stubbornness of his memory, and tried his best to deceive himself that it was over, but he didn't expect it to reappear so unexpectedly.
His chest heaved a few times, and he overturned the box on the coffee table. In the end, he was still too angry, got up and kicked again.
The box was kicked from the middle of the living room to the corner of the wall, and the rose cakes from far away were rolling everywhere.
Standing there for a while, Tao Ling hurriedly took a few steps back, pressed his back against the door, and forced himself to take a deep breath.
A few minutes later, as if fleeing, he hurriedly took the keys and mobile phone and stumbled out.
After going downstairs and sitting on a bench in the community garden for a while, the violent mood finally calmed down. Tao Ling walked out of the community, and unknowingly walked to the street opposite the west gate of the school.
When he reacted, he was already standing in front of the flower shop.
Turning his head to the side, Wen Qingying happened to look over.
Looking at each other and smiling, Wen Qingying put down the wrapping paper in his hand and got up.
"Sir, I saw you just now, on the bus." As he approached, he handed over his cell phone.
Tao Ling was startled, it turned out that that glance was really not an illusion.
He reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth and responded, "Have a dinner appointment with a teacher and come out for a walk now."
Wen Qingying smiled beautifully, so bright that Tao Ling felt a little embarrassed. He glanced at the branches of the plane trees outside and wrote, "The weather has been good for the past two days, so it's time to take a walk, it will get cold after a while. Come in and sit down, sir I'll make you coffee."
Tao Ling agreed.
Sitting at the table, looking at Wen Qingying's quiet profile, the anger finally dissipated completely, leaving only the unspeakable sadness fermented in his chest, which intensified.
Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Tao Ling couldn't describe his emotions, so he forced himself not to think about it and focused all his attention on Wen Qingying.
Wen Qingying's hands are beautiful, they look great when they wrap flowers, they look great when they type, they look great when they hold a pen, they look great when they make coffee...
Presumably holding someone else's face, holding someone else's waist, holding someone else's hand will also look good.
The coffee was ready to be poured, Wen Qingying raised his arm to get the cup, Tao Ling suddenly stretched out his left hand as if he was a ghost, and put the palm of his hand on the back of his right hand.
Wen Qingying was stunned for a second, then turned her wrist slightly in the next second, as if trying to break free.
Tao Ling was taken aback by his movement, and immediately released the four fingers that he had not had time to close together, and rubbed the edge of his index finger, as if he wanted to do it.
What Tao Ling didn't expect at this moment was that Wen Qingying's action actually seemed to be shaking back.
After a two-second pause, Tao Ling smiled shyly. He didn't immediately look up at Wen Qingying, but said embarrassedly and hastily, "I'm sorry, I want to help you wipe off the coffee powder."
He raised his hand to show Wen Qingying that the fingertips were a little dark brown mark that had just been rubbed off.
Wen Qingying smiled after seeing it clearly, raised her hand and pulled a piece of paper for him.
Tao Ling took over and wiped his hands clean, his fingertips kept shaking uncontrollably, so he could only clench his fists, put away all the places he touched Wen Qingying, and clenched the piece of paper tightly into his palm.
After the coffee was brewed, Tao Ling took it up absentmindedly. He drank it in a big mouth and made the tip of his tongue tingle.
Wen Qingying looked back and was startled, anxiously looking for a water glass.
Tao Ling hurriedly waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, but Wen Qingying ignored him and stubbornly poured cold water for him to drink.
Finally, he put water in his mouth, Tao Ling felt embarrassed, and was thinking about how to find a remedy when Wen Qingying suddenly leaned over and wiped the corner of his mouth with his index finger.
Tao Ling was startled, gave up like a conditioned reflex, and used the paper just now to wipe the water stains around his mouth.
Wen Qingying's hand stagnated in the same place, and after two seconds, he hooked the corner of his mouth and retracted his hand.
Today's coffee was very fragrant, but Tao Ling Leng couldn't taste it at all.
Maybe it was because his expressionless posture was too ordinary, and because he was used to hiding his emotions, Wen Qingying didn't seem to notice his abnormality at all, and continued to cut the wrapping paper beside him.
After finally drinking the last sip of coffee, Tao Ling took out his mobile phone and typed a sentence: "Thank you, the coffee is delicious, I still have things to do, see you tomorrow."
Let Wen Qingying look at the screen of the mobile phone, and without waiting for a response, he got up immediately, pretended to be calm but actually left the flower shop in a panic.
The tall and thin back had disappeared for a long time, and Wen Qingying was still looking at the door.
After a while, he lowered his head and raised his right hand to his eyes.
After watching it carefully for a long time, he closed his eyes and kissed his index finger gently and with great respect.