I had seen this notebook before. It was used by Wen Qingying to take notes on reading. Tao Ling flipped through it and accidentally turned to the last page.
There is a sentence on it, written in the middle, solitary, and the blank space around it is like a wasteland.
After seeing the content clearly, Tao Ling was stunned and couldn't help but look up.
Wen Qingying's back was the same as the first sight, tall and straight. Because he had touched and hugged, Tao Ling knew how stable his shoulders were and how strong his narrow waist was.
He especially wanted to rely on it in the past.
After watching for a while, Tao Ling tore off the eyes that stuck to him with difficulty, and took a pen to write a line under the sentence.
Not long after Wen Qingying started to move the flowerpot, Tao Ling got up and went to help, but he lightly pressed his shoulder and blocked it. Tao Ling said dissatisfiedly: "Why can't I move?"
Wen Qingying knew what he was complaining about, and wrinkled his nose slightly with a smile, and pointed to the fresh cut flowers outside.
Tao Ling couldn't help but want to laugh, but he was habitually thinking about his face, and finally bit his lower lip to prevent the corners of his mouth from rising. This action has never appeared on his face before, and now he is not clear, but his expression is clearly reflected in his eyes.
In the end, he was about to get up, but he was caught off guard by Wen Qingying kissing him on the face.
Tao Ling was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the empty storefront, and turned to see Wen Qingying's clean face, as if nothing had been done.
Looking at each other for two seconds, Tao Ling bumped his forehead in retaliation, and immediately walked to the door to go to the jacquard bucket.
After packing up, Tao Ling washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom, and saw Wen Qingying pulling down the shutter.
"Huh? Aren't you going?" he said, taking out his phone to ask him.
Wen Qingying had washed her hands just now, and immediately took his phone and put it aside, then leaned over and hugged him.
Tao Ling immediately put his arms around his neck and buried his face in his shoulder, only to realize that he had been expecting this hug all day.
He was astonished to the extreme. It turned out that he liked hugs so much, and he clearly didn't mind having physical contact with people. Maybe it's just because the other party is Wen Qingying.
After quietly hugging each other for a long time, Tao Ling struggled slightly, then separated his arms a little, Wen Qingying lowered his head.
It feels moist and cool to the touch.
After dinner, he walked home and approached the gate of the community. Tao Ling sent a message: "I haven't been to your house yet."
Wen Qingying hugged the glass vase, did not reply immediately after reading the news, only pursed her lips lightly.
Tao Ling took a closer look at his expression, noticed something, and then typed: "It doesn't matter, when you're ready, go to my house first. Want to watch a movie?"
When he was writing the last sentence, his mind was lost, and he suddenly realized something was wrong after posting it. He immediately clicked to withdraw, but Wen Qingying had already seen it and replied, "What are you looking at?"
Tao Ling smiled: "What do you want to see?"
"What do you like to watch, sir?" Wen Qingying asked.
Tao Ling felt a little disappointed and replied, "I only watched half of Wuthering Heights before, watch this with me."
Wen Qingying nodded, and the two entered the elevator together and went upstairs.
On the sofa, Tao Ling leaned against Wen Qingying's arms, Wen Qingying hugged his shoulders, and watched a movie next to each other.
This person was right next to him, but Tao Ling suddenly felt that he was far away. After thinking about it for a long time, although the person was still staring at the screen, his mind seemed to be divided into two halves. Half of them speculate on how Wen Qingying's silent world feels, and half of them are a very unfamiliar emotion.
is grievance.
He really wanted to ask Wen Qingying why he couldn't go to his house, but it wasn't his character, and he couldn't ask if he really wanted to.
Halfway through the movie, Wen Qingying seemed to notice his absent-mindedness, moved slightly away, and looked down at him.
Tao Ling felt his gaze, but did not turn his head to look at him.
After a long silence, Wen Qingying raised his hand to gently break his face. Tao Ling could only raise his eyes. The two of them looked at each other and kissed again. At the end of their lips, Tao Ling sat back a little and leaned on the back of the sofa.
The phone vibrated, and Wen Qingying said, "Sir, can I invite you to my house?"
Tao Ling turned his head, saw the clean smile on his face, couldn't hold back for a while, leaned over and licked his tiger teeth, then immediately got off the sofa and went to the bathroom.
When Tao Ling came out, the two went out again.
Wen Qingying took Tao Ling through the small intersection next to the community, turned a corner, almost bypassed the entire community, and finally returned to the intersection of the street where the flower shop was.
Tao Ling was a little puzzled at first, and the more he walked, the more surprised he became. It was not until he passed the street and walked to the right side that he finally made up his mind. He wanted to laugh a little, and lowered his head to type: "So it's not by the way, you always take me home?"
Wen Qingying blinked after reading this, then nodded after a long while.
The waves in my heart surged again, and before Tao Ling could calm down his emotions, the two had already entered the community.
Wen Qingying lived on the sixth floor, with two bedrooms and one living room. It was much smaller than Tao Ling's, but it was very clean and tidy. Only the books on the table were a little messy. There is a note in the middle.
Seems like several books are being read at the same time.
The door had just been closed, and Wen Qingying immediately went over to collect the book, but Tao Ling had already seen the general situation.
He basically has those books. The covers of several books are Taiji pictures. Tao Ling is too familiar with them. It is a series of Taoist classics published by Zhonghua Book Company. In addition, there are books on religious experience and shamanistic research, all of which were introduced by Tao Ling in class.
There was another stack of printed things next to him. Tao Ling took two steps closer and found that it was the courseware that he had copied to Wen Qingying some time ago.
Tao Ling turned around and suddenly saw a book beside the sofa. The first few words of the title were "trauma therapy".
Before he could see it clearly, Wen Qingying hugged the book and turned around, and finally found that there was this book behind him, and immediately stretched out his arms to grab it, before he had time to look at Tao Ling, he immediately moved it into a pile in front of him, and carried it in. bedroom.
Tao Ling stood in the center of the living room, and after a while, he heard the clear reflection, pulled him to sit down, and took the cup on the table into the kitchen.
The kitchen space is not large, Wen Qingying is tall, standing in it always looks a little embarrassed.
He was fetching water with a kettle in his hand when Tao Ling suddenly came over from behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist firmly, resting his chin on his shoulder, and the air of his breathing brushed past his ears.
"Wen Qingying," Tao Ling said, "I love you."
Wen Qingying was stunned for a moment, and the kettle in her hand fell, making a loud noise.
Tao Ling only thought it was his actions that disturbed him, so he immediately raised his hand to turn off the water, pulled him around and hugged him eagerly.
I don't know if Shen is calm or not, but it is certain that the heart is closed.
Tao Ling originally thought that it was impossible for him to say this sentence, but after spitting it out hastily, he found that his heart was surging to the extreme.
Relying on Wen Qingying's inability to hear, he suddenly became reckless, holding a sour and swollen heart, and said in one breath, "No matter what wounds or problems you have, it doesn't matter if you can't hear or speak for the rest of your life, what It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I still love you."
"I think I loved you from the first day I saw you."
"When you gave me flowers, I gave you my heart."
"I've never loved anyone, I mean the kind of love that I like."
After saying this for a long time, Tao Ling took a breath and finally said: "Wen Qingying, you must always like me, please."
His face was buried in Wen Qingying's neck, so he couldn't see Wen Qingying's expression, but he could feel his arms tightening. Not to be outdone, he also used all his strength to wrap his arms around his shoulders until it was no longer tight.
until the body temperature is indistinguishable from each other.
Returning home that night, Tao Ling remembered what he had said when he lay down.
When he was alone, he calmed down. He suddenly felt that his words and deeds were too dramatic. If Wen Qingying could really hear him, he would definitely not say these, otherwise he would be ashamed to death.
Although every word is true.
It was Friday again, and Tao Ling's class was in the penultimate class. Under the bright white light, his emotionless voice spread throughout the classroom.
"All along, when we talk about topics such as salvation theory and the connection between man and god in preaching, we are actually talking about mystic experience. In other words, even if the monastic group is exercising social control, the source of personal religious experience is still spiritual. , the mental state of the psychic is ecstasy, and irrational things occupy an important place in it. Rational thinking is philosophical experience, but religious experience points to mysticism.”
"Mysticism is a common feature in all religions, which is why we can use Western religious theories to discuss Taoism. Of course, religions in different cultural environments have different characteristics, but we should also see the more essential things behind cultural differences. , this kind of thing comes down to the human itself in the end, and the experience is the common experience of human beings.”
Speaking of this, Tao Ling suddenly remembered that someone seemed to have asked related questions before. At the same time, he glanced towards the back of the classroom, and after passing Wen Qingying, his eyes suddenly landed on the other corner of the classroom.
He was stunned for a moment, and the bell rang just in time for the end of get out of class.
"get out of class." Tao Ling said, he immediately lowered his head and sent a message to Wen Qingying: "Your sister is here."
When he looked up, Wen Qingying was looking towards the far end of the classroom, and apparently saw Yunnan as well.
Tao Ling was hesitant, and packed his things a little slower. He saw Wen Qingying go out the back door first, and Yunnan Chong waved to himself and followed.
By the time they left the classroom, the students had almost walked. Tao Ling looked towards the railing at the end of the corridor. The two brothers and sisters stood silently opposite each other.
Seeing him come out, Wen Qingying stood up straight, and Yunnan turned around and shouted, "Teacher Tao."
Tao Ling approached: "Hello, came to see your brother?"
"Well," Yunnan said with a smile, "I just came to listen to Mr. Tao's lecture. I didn't have the opportunity before. It's a good coincidence that the last point that Mr. Tao said just now cleared up a doubt for me."
Tao Ling nodded in response, his face was expressionless, but he thought in his heart that he would not be able to hug Wen Qingying today.
The three went downstairs and walked out together. When they reached the street, Yunnan waved to Tao Ling: "Goodbye Teacher Tao."
Tao Ling: "Goodbye."
Wen Qingying had no choice but to wave her hand.
After walking a few steps, Tao Ling turned around and saw Wen Qingying taking Yunnan in the other direction. After a while, he turned around and went home by himself.
The next day the sign language training was about to start, but Tao Ling couldn't fall asleep even after eating Valium.
Just after turning two pages, someone suddenly rang the doorbell outside. Tao Ling thought it was a hallucination at first, but the voice didn't stop, and then he was stunned for a moment, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
With a strong foreboding, he opened the door and was immediately greeted with a firm hug.
When the door closed, Tao Ling hugged Wen Qingying back in a daze.
At the end of the separation, Wen Qingying kissed Tao Ling and was about to leave. Tao Ling followed to the door and grabbed his hand.
Wen Qingying turned around, touched his face, sipped softly at the corner of his mouth again, and typed with his mobile phone: "I didn't get a hold of Mr. tonight, I'll make it up. Fortunately, I met someone who swiped their card into the community just now, sir, I I have to go, my sister is still at home."
Tao Ling raised his head and kissed him, then watched him go out, then went into the study to the balcony, not long after he saw his back.
I don't know if this hug has any magic power, but when Wen Qingying returned home to report safety, Tao Ling indented into the bed again, and even dreamed of Duke Zhou within half an hour.
The next day, I got up early to go to the Palace of Culture and followed the sign to the door of the sign language class. Before stepping inside, Tao Ling was stunned when he glanced at the stage.