Tao Ling came out of the shower and saw Qingying sitting on the edge of the sofa by the corner, holding in his hand "Like Water for Chocolate" that he was watching for the past two days, a Mexican story full of greed, hatred and love.
Tao Ling remembered a few words just after reading it. The story said that if strong emotions can light all the candles in our hearts at once, then the dazzling light will illuminate the way people usually cannot see, calling people's souls to find the lost. sacred homeland.
Desire and violence are far away from Wen Qingying. He is too clean, Tao Ling thought, but his heart caused waves because of him, and behind the waves were all things that were contrary to him.
Fortunately, this book seems to be talking about where to go, and the deepest part of desire seems to be connected to the soul.
He walked closer with confusion, squatted in front of Wen Qingying, leaned one hand on his knee, and looked up at him.
At this moment, only such an angle can clearly see Wen Qingying's eyes.
Wen Qingying put down the book in her hand in surprise, and their eyes met each other. Tao Ling was stunned for a moment, only to realize that his behavior seemed to be evil.
Between the electric light and flint, he raised his hand in a heartfelt way, deliberately enlarged the movement, took out a small pair of scissors from the corner next to him, and showed it to Wen Qingying for a look.
It's as if he's propped up on his knees just to make things easier.
Wen Qingying smiled clearly, and put a hand on his elbow to get him up.
What do you do with small scissors
Tao Ling's mind was spinning rapidly, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of the express box on the table, and immediately took it with a restrained expression.
Wen Qingying moved to the side and gave him a seat. Tao Ling sat down and was forced to open the box.
Because of the rain just now, the box has been soaked in water and softened. I thought the contents inside would be damaged, but I didn’t expect that it was full of protective foam, which was torn open layer by layer, and finally a dark blue brocade was revealed. box to come.
Tao Ling was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wen Qingying. Wen Qingying was also looking at the box, and found that he was looking at him, and smiled.
Gritting his teeth, Tao Ling opened the brocade box, which contained a platinum ring, exactly the same as the one in his hand.
Tao Ling was so surprised that he picked up the ring and looked at it, and found that the back of the ring was engraved with fine lines of petals. What other people don't know is that this one is also engraved with patterns on his hand.
The patterns on the ring are divided into one picture. At first glance, there will be no problem, but if the two pieces are put together, it will be surprising. After they overlap, they are complete petals.
It's a ring at all.
Almost in an instant, Tao Ling finished recalling the first meeting with Xia Chaoyang. At that time, Xia Chaoyang did not pay attention to the ring on his hand.
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Wen Qingying, who was next to him, could also clearly see the contents of the box. In places that Tao Ling couldn't see, there was a gloom in his eyes.
He had also seen the name on the courier.
Tao Ling was confused for a while, put the ring back in the box, turned his head to look at Wen Qingying again, Wen Qingying was still the gentle look just now, and there was no other reaction at all.
There was chaos in his mind, and the news urging the report came, Tao Ling had to throw away these thoughts first, typed and said to Wen Qingying, "I'll deal with the work, you can do it yourself."
Wen Qingying nodded, showing little tiger teeth, as if to reassure him.
Tao Ling grabbed the brocade box in which the ring was placed and entered the study.
After finally finishing the matter at hand, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Tao Ling sat at the table for a while longer, thinking about how to inadvertently tell Wen Qingying that Xia Chaoyang's ring had nothing to do with him.
The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, but then he thought of Wen Qingying's calm just now, and he didn't seem to care at all.
Yes, why should he care
Taking a deep breath, Tao Ling walked out of the study and saw Wen Qingying facing his direction, sitting at the dining room table with two bowls on the table.
As soon as he saw him come out, Wen Qingying smiled and straightened up, pointing to the table.
Tao Ling went over to sit down and saw that there was noodles in the bowl, and there were dishes that were left unfinished yesterday. Obviously it looks much better than what I usually cook, and it definitely tastes much better.
"It's been a long wait." Tao Ling typed on the phone.
Wen Qingying simply smiled, lowered her eyelashes and looked at the bowl.
The two of them ate a meal together, not sure if it was dinner or supper. Tao Ling didn't want Wen Qingying to wash the dishes, so he took the initiative to clear the table.
After tidying up the kitchen, he threw the clothes into the dryer by the way, and went out to see Wen Qingying reading the book just now.
Tao Ling originally wanted to turn on the TV, but after thinking about it, he sat next to Wen Qingying and played with his mobile phone.
Seeing that he was looking too seriously, Tao Ling didn't want to disturb him, and only occasionally glanced at him.
After a long time, Wen Qingying put down the book, took the phone and asked, "Sir, do you have anything to say?"
Tao Ling gritted his teeth lightly and pointed out the notepad: "I will go to Beijing in a while, maybe before the end of the term." Afraid that it would be too troublesome to ask and answer, he immediately wrote: "There is a meeting, There was a lecture. I remember you used to go to university in Beijing?"
After Wen Qingying finished reading, she paused for a while before replying briefly, "Yes."
Tao Ling had summoned the courage to ask him if he wanted to go back to Beijing, but seeing his reaction, he suddenly stopped asking.
"What do you want to see? I'll take it back for you." He typed again.
Wen Qingying smiled gratefully, but shook her head.
The communication could no longer go on, Tao Ling suddenly felt very tired and didn't know what to say. I had to ask one last question: "Are you going to sleep?"
Tao Jun's room has been closed all the time. What he wanted was for the two of them to squeeze each other. Wen Qingying also took the mobile phone to answer him: "Okay sir, can I borrow a quilt? I'll sleep on the sofa."
Well, you don't have to be nervous and sleepless because of sharing a bed with him.
Tao Ling nodded and went to the house to hold the quilt.
At two o'clock in the night, Tao Ling rolled over and got out of bed.
He really couldn't sleep, so he got up and went to the living room, where Wen Qingying was fast asleep on the sofa.
When his eyes got used to the darkness, he walked to the sofa and squatted down, watched him for a while in the dark, and finally got up and went into the study.
Turning on the lamp and opening the half of the bookcase that belonged to Tao Jun, Tao Ling took down a book in order, took it out and found it was "Please call me by your name".
Tao Ling had seen the movie of the same name before, so he naturally knew what the book was about, so he habitually flipped through it first, the pages of the book slammed past his eyes, and suddenly a note flashed in the middle.
He was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned back to find that there was a small place that Tao Jun had drawn.
"My whole life hangs in the balance."
What attracted Tao Ling was not the words in the book, but the things Tao Jun wrote beside him—
"He said goodbye. I said yes."
Tao Ling's fingers trembled a little, and continued to turn back, and found that Tao Jun had written on this book intermittently, like a diary, but without the date:
"I made a mistake with Xiao Ling before, and I finally found out what the real cowardice is? Cowardice is that I can't face summer after this summer."
"Take a line from dusk and never make it to day."
"There are many frustrations in life. I knew from a young age that becoming a big orphan with a little orphan is the first helplessness, hiding the real self is the helplessness to become stronger, wanting to scold the big boss but swallowing it for the salary is helpless The helplessness. The most helpless thing is that I know that some results are inevitable, but I am still sad about the inevitable. "
"When did I become such a person who likes to sigh? It's disgustingly hypocritical."
"Humans are such ignorant things."
These headless words were scattered everywhere, as if the plastic wrap was suddenly torn open in front of Tao Ling, revealing a Tao Jun who had been hiding from him.
He put down the books, reopened the bookcase, and rummaged through them one by one, and found that occasionally a book was used as a diary, so he read more than 30 books, and this was the first time he saw one with notes.
After searching for a while, Tao Ling simply turned on the headlights, took out the books one by one, and turned over them one by one.
The more you turn, the more blurred your eyes are.
Wen Qingying slept until the middle of the night and woke up in a daze. After a while, she found that Tao Ling's study door was left open, and there was some light inside.
Looking at the phone, it was nearly three o'clock. He lifted the quilt and stood up.
Afraid of scaring Tao Ling, he knocked on the door a few times before pushing it open. As soon as he entered, he saw Tao Ling holding a book and standing beside the bookcase.
For the first moment of looking past, Tao Ling looked up at him, tears all over his face.
Wen Qingying felt a sudden stagnation in her heart, and strode up to him, unable to ask any questions, so she raised her hand and wiped his tears in a panic.
The corners of his mouth pulled down uncontrollably, which was a physiological reaction to extreme grievances and grief. Hearing Qingying's movement, the grief suddenly covered the sky, and Tao Ling swept over Tao Ling like a tsunami.
He put the book on the table, took a step forward, hugged Wen Qingying, buried his face in his neck, and burst into tears.
Wen Qingying pursed her lips, and immediately returned her hand to hug the person tightly. She glanced over the pinna of his ear to the table, and saw the sentence on the page.