"I have to live a good life, and I can't let my little Ling become an unloved child."
Wen Qingying looked away from the book and looked behind Tao Ling, only to see the glass jar with the broken vases in it.
After a two-second pause, he closed his eyes tightly, and the hand holding Tao Ling became more and more forceful. He buried his face in Tao Ling's hair, wrapped one hand around his waist, and stroked his back with the other.
Tao Ling cried bitterly. He finally threw away all his reason at the moment, and vented all the unspeakable pain in the three years since Tao Jun left, even from childhood to adulthood, in the arms of his beloved.
Except for Tao Jun, no one has ever made him so unscrupulous.
Wen Qingying was his straw, which made him panic and wanted to flee, but at this moment he gave him the only support.
After crying for too long, my eyes hurt so much that I couldn't open my eyes, my mind was dizzy, and my forehead caught a cold, a bit like a bad cold, but my heart has calmed down a lot.
Reason slowly returned, Tao Ling was a little embarrassed, he wanted to let go of Wen Qingying, but Wen Qingying always hugged him and didn't let go, pressing lightly on the back of his head with one hand, letting him continue to rest on his shoulder.
This action was too intimate, and Tao Ling was nervous. He wanted to see Wen Qingying's expression, but he couldn't break free from his arms. After a stalemate for a moment, he simply gave up control over himself completely, and wrapped his arms around Wen Qingying's shoulders and neck without letting go.
Probably tired from crying, the sleepiness gradually spread over his nose and mouth, Tao Ling yawned and rubbed his eyes on Wen Qingying's shoulder unconsciously. Wen Qingying noticed the movement, so she carefully let him go.
Looking at each other, Wen Qingying's expression was as pure as before, and there was a worried expression between her brows. After watching Tao Ling for a long time, he raised his hand and touched the end of his eyes lightly.
A little itchy, Tao Ling raised his hand as if to block, but with one movement he grabbed his long and strong fingers.
After a while, they separated their hands tacitly, as if nothing had happened. Tao Ling turned around and looked for his phone on the table, but he couldn't find it, Wen Qingying just stood there watching him busy.
After a while, he opened a book accurately, picked up Tao Ling's mobile phone and handed it over.
Tao Ling smiled hastily, took it over, and typed a line: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Today is my brother's birthday, and I didn't handle my emotions well." After a while, he added: "Thank you."
After Wen Qingying read this, she suddenly grabbed his cell phone, placed it gently on the table, hugged him again, and gave him a silent answer.
The urge to cry came up again, and Tao Ling was able to hold it back, knowing that Wen Qingying knew everything.
In the second half of the night, the two of them sat together on the large sofa, shoulder to shoulder, covered with the same quilt, said nothing, and tried hard not to think about anything until they fell into a deep sleep.
Tao Ling slept so deeply that he didn't even have a dream. When he woke up, he found himself leaning on Wen Qingying's arms, resting on his arm.
In the early morning, the light was so dim that it was like fog, and Wen Qingying was still sleeping. Tao Ling tilted his head cautiously, and his lips touched the skin of his side neck lightly as if inadvertently.
Get it at the touch of a button.
Two seconds later, Tao Lingzheng turned around and saw that the study door was still wide open. The light starts from the balcony and gradually transitions to the body.
"Good morning, Wen Qingying." He said softly. Get off the sofa.
After more than ten minutes, Wen Qingying woke up.
His eyes were too swollen, so Tao Ling temporarily took a half-day leave. Wen Qingying left around noon and made an appointment with Tao Ling to have dinner together in the evening.
After get off work in the afternoon, Tao Ling smelled the fragrance as soon as he arrived at the door of the flower shop. When he went in, he saw Wen Qingying serving rice, which turned out to be claypot rice made with a rice cooker.
Seeing the surprised look on Tao Ling's face, Wen Qingying laughed.
After the torrential rain, the weather really turned cooler, the plane trees at the street were vicissitudes, and the last bit of broken greenery disappeared.
It was another Friday, and there were fewer and fewer people in the platform class. This time, only half of the classroom was taken. After ringing the bell, Tao Ling, on a whim, said that he would draw a roll call.
As soon as the words came out, the people below took out their mobile phones one after another.
Wen Qingying smiled when she saw this, Tao Ling looked at him casually, and said, "You don't need to notify your classmates to come, from now on, come in one by one, and all of them will be considered truancy. Wait for some time, didn't come. If you don't get it, you're lucky, if you don't get it but you're late, it's bad luck."
"If you come, you will surely die. If you don't come, you will have half the chance. You can choose by yourself."
There was laughter in the classroom.
Tao Ling's face was expressionless when he spoke, it could even be called indifference, Wen Qingying looked at him seriously, but thought about how he looked when he was laughing in private.
But since that day, he thinks more of his tears.
On the stage, Tao Ling was still taking the roll call, and a few people who were not afraid of death came in through the back door. He really asked him about the student number and name one by one, and no one dared to use it as an excuse for being late.
"Okay, let's go to class."
Wen Qingying sat quietly in the corner, feeling the phone vibrating in her pocket, persevering. You don't need to look at him to know who it is and what the other party will say.
After a long time, he took out his mobile phone and turned it off, and continued to watch Tao Ling's lecture.
There was a lamp just above his head, and when he was unaware, it enveloped him from top to bottom, casting a velvety light on him.
Tao Ling's eyes swept over him occasionally, and his heart would be astonished like an electric shock. He really couldn't figure out why there were people like Wen Qingying in the world.
"Based on empirical experience, James proposed that the unanimous opinion among different religions is unease, and the existence of religions needs to solve uneasiness. The phenomenology of religion, which is based on essential experience, also proposes that people in the religious background have been seeking divine liberation. We look at In the process of the formation of the Taoist supernatural lineage in the Middle Ages of China, this religious characteristic always exists."
"From the expansion of belief in the Queen Mother of the West... the inheritance and integration of the immortal system is an attempt to establish a sacred order in the turbulent times, so as to solve the anxiety of people's existence."
"In other words, in my own research, I have always used the theory of personal religion to understand Taoism, because Taoism is also concerned with personal destiny. For the convenience of understanding, we can find a more Westernized religious vocabulary - redemption. "
The class is coming to an end here. When Tao Ling said this, Wen Qingying suddenly turned the notebook and wrote a sentence on the last page:
"With concerns about life, I want to get a direct understanding with you in order to get a solution to my anxiety."
The two of them went home after chatting as usual that night. Thinking about Wen Qingying's failure to open the door on Saturday, after getting up at noon the next day, Tao Ling made a special trip out.
He wandered to the front of the flower shop, and the door was indeed closed.
Going home angrily, Tao Ling opened a school post that he hadn't seen for a long time, and wanted to go in and see if there were any posts about Wen Qingying. Scrolling down two pages, I saw a title—"About me and the florist owner".
Tao Ling: "..."
After clicking on the post, the main building said: "He said he would ride on the colorful auspicious clouds to marry me."
Tao Ling looked on, dumbfounded, when he suddenly saw the first floor and said, "I went to buy flowers and asked him that day. I asked him directly if he had a girlfriend, and he said he had a lover."
The next floor said: "Damn? Married?"
After that, the whole building was full of speculation and chaos.
Tao Ling looked and looked, and finally read the sentence back.
What do you mean when you don't have a girlfriend and a lover? Afraid of being pursued and deliberately saying this
After thinking about it and feeling bored, Tao Ling decided to ask directly next time. Since he said he was a friend, it didn't matter if he asked.
On Sunday, after lunch, Tao Ling planned to go out again. He walked along the way to work, but was stunned for a while.
There were people around the door of the flower shop, all pointing and talking about something.
There were broken pieces of porcelain everywhere on the ground, and all kinds of flowers were scattered everywhere, stained with mud and water. Even the glass door was shattered in half.
Tao Ling cut through the crowd, but there was no one in the flower shop.
He stepped forward two steps to the store to confirm, and found that there was almost no place to go, and he would step on the flower if he moved. He hurriedly helped up a pot of evergreen trees and turned to ask the people outside, "Where's the boss?"
Someone shook his head: "I don't know."
Another said: "It seems to be chasing the troublemaker."
There were different opinions at the door of the store, and he couldn't hear it clearly. Tao Ling immediately wanted to call Wen Qingying, but he froze when he took out his mobile phone.
It was only today that he discovered that he had no contact information for Wen Qingying after having known each other for so long.
The author has something to say: Hey, I will take a minute to delay everyone, there is a small announcement~
This article will be entered into v tomorrow (Monday), thank you friends for your support! (/≧▽≦)/
There will be a 4D chapter tomorrow, which will be released a little later than usual, please forgive me! On the day of entering v, there will be red envelopes in the comment area of the new chapter~~~
Then make a small advertisement for myself. I am opening a double-open, next door is called "Tingzhou on the River", and the pre-collection is called "Accidents". I will leave a brief introduction. Interested friends can move to collect it, thank you! o(*≧▽≦)ツ
Brief copy of "Listening to the Boat on the River": (sorry for being a bit long, manual dog head)
The gentle scum who has been awake but suddenly lost, and the cool little brother who has always been dazed but is sober at this time.
It is a dry wood that encounters a fire but has to hold back and not burn because I am afraid that it will burn out soon, but I didn't expect that it will burn a prairie prairie to the depths of the soul and even the end... Story.
"The Accident" text:
According to industry rumors, the hunter code-named "Six Dynasties" is a silent and reckless man who kills without blinking.
Hangwang cursed with a handsome face: "I'm the one who the fuck is talking about? You think I haven't drawn the knife for too long, don't you?"
There are rumors in the industry that the owner of the "unintentional" inn is a fighter, who will blow up people's houses at any time, and drink some blood from time to time to replenish his body.
He Lai put down the medicine bowl and wiped his hands elegantly: "Let the patient in."
Later rumors in the industry did not intend to be attacked by the Six Dynasties.
He Lai patted Hangwang's collar gently: "Go out and explain."
Hang Wang: "Never."
This article is also known as "Hangwang's Weeping Blood Record: I Can't Be Suffering"
You are bad, I am broken, the collision is accidental, but the ending is complete.
- It's not an accident, you only came after you looked at me.
PS There is a borrowed word in the sentence written by Wen Qingying, "direct sympathy", from William James, which originally meant the communication between people and gods in religion.