The suffocating silence lasted for half a minute, Tao Ling lowered his head and replied to Wen Qingying: "I didn't see anything, I was talking to my colleague."
If it weren't for the suspicious red on the tip of the ear, this sentence would still be very convincing.
Wen Qingying didn't ask any further, but said, "Mr. has such a good relationship with his colleagues, I rarely see you smiling like this."
Tao Ling was startled: "Really? What are you laughing at?"
He clearly felt that he was angry just now, and Wen Qingying said, "I can't tell, it's just a good smile, I feel like you are really happy."
When the words came to this point, Tao Ling couldn't hold back the throbbing in his heart, so he lied half-truth: "The content is you."
Wen Qingying stood by the flower stand at the door, and saw this sentence for a while, then suddenly put the phone in his pocket and entered the store.
Tao Ling was a little nervous when he watched him walk towards him.
But before Wen Qingying came closer, someone stuck out his head outside and shouted to Wen Qingying, "Great nephew!"
Tao Ling raised his eyebrows at the roar.
Wen Qingying noticed the shift of his sight, followed his gaze and turned back to see Wen Tongwei.
Wen Tongwei walked into the store with a smile and patted Wen Qingying on the shoulder: "My nephew, I didn't talk to you well last night!"
Tao Ling immediately knew the identity of this person. He stood up, seeing that Qingying had no response, and said, "Hello."
"Hey, hello." Wen Tongwei seemed to have just noticed him, his body tilted slightly, and he glanced at him from Wen Qingying's side.
Tao Ling was not sure what Wen Qingying's attitude was, so he simply walked up to him, glanced at him, and saw that there was no conspicuous expression on his face, so he said to the person who came, "May I ask who you are?"
"I'm his uncle." Wen Tongwei pointed at Wen Qingying and asked, "Who are you?"
Tao Ling replied calmly, "I opened the store in partnership with him. Uncle, sit down first, and I'll pour you some water."
Wen Qingying finally took out her mobile phone and typed, "Sit down, uncle, and I'll pour water for you." After reading it for Wen Tongwei, he walked over and pulled out the chair under the table, motioned for Wen Tongwei to sit, and turned around to wash the cup.
Wen Tongwei took the opportunity to turn to Tao Ling: "My nephew really can't hear at all?"
"Yes." Tao Ling said.
Wen Tongwei: "Then how do you communicate?"
Tao Ling: "Mobile phone. But I'm also learning sign language now."
Wen Tongwei: "Is sign language difficult?"
Tao Ling thought for a while: "It is still difficult to communicate fluently, and it takes a long time to learn."
Having said that, Wen Qingying poured water and turned around, took out his mobile phone and typed again: "Little uncle, are you here today for something?"
Wen Tongwei obviously went to the Three Treasures Hall without incident, but with such complicated communication with Wen Qingying, he seemed a little hesitant. After reading Wen Qingying's question, he said to himself, "Let me talk to your partner."
Wen Qingying didn't say anything, Wen Tongwei smacked his mouth slightly, and still turned to Tao Ling: "Let me tell you, can you help me convey it to him?"
Tao Ling: "Alright." After saying these few words, he could see that this uncle was probably not a true relative, so he took his usual attitude in the office and asked: "Then who are you? Do you want me to translate at the same time, or talk to him later?"
Wen Tongwei said tentatively, "I said you type?"
Tao Ling's face was expressionless, and if he changed his face, he would have turned his face.
But this is Wen Qingying's uncle. He is not good at saving face, so he sent a message to Wen Qingying: "He said he was talking to me, and I will pass it on to you."
Wen Qingying was still typing, and Tao Ling said again, "I'll listen first, don't worry about me, I'll tell you, don't type when you're too lazy to type, okay?"
The news came almost at the same time: "Sir, just listen, you don't need to convey it to me at the same time, it's too tired. Please sir."
Tao Ling said to Wen Tongwei, "Go ahead." He sent a message, "Why do you say such things again? What trouble is there with me? It's okay if you don't want to know a word, or you don't want to drop a word. Listen to you. If I can answer some things, I'll make my own decisions, okay?"
Wen Qingying stood beside him, smiled and nodded.
At the same time, Wen Tongwei said, "Is my nephew still living at Yun's house?"
Tao Ling: "No longer, I haven't lived there."
Wen Tongwei: "Why? Although my sister is dead, she is married to the Yun family after all. My nephew is also a member of the Yun family."
Tao Ling glanced at Wen Qingying and said, "His surname is Wen, not Yun. Uncle, haven't you met his sister? It would be strange if we Qingying could stay in Yun's house."
Wen Tongwei had obviously expected the answer, and his expression was a little regretful: "How could he just come out like this? At least the Yun family should take care of his life. After all, he is a disabled person."
"Uncle, look, if the Yun family can take care of his life, would he still need a flower shop here? If you can't say anything, you'll open a small shop. You haven't finished college, and you're even more likely to find a job. I can't find it anymore." Tao Ling said, "And for so long, no family member has come to help him."
When Tao Ling said this, he pushed his glasses and pretended to be puzzled: "Uncle, where were you before? Why hasn't anyone seen Qingying?"
Wen Tongwei rubbed his hands and smiled: "I haven't seen each other for many years."
"No wonder." Tao Ling smiled, "I didn't know Qingying had an uncle before."
Having said that, it seems that there is no need for Chao Wen Qingying to translate, Wen Tongwei still does not give up: "Although it is like this now, it is still good for my nephew to go to his father and say something?"
Tao Ling gave a puzzled "um": "His father? Where is he?"
Wen Tongwei said, "I mean his stepfather."
"Alas." Tao Ling sighed and deliberately did not speak.
"This Yunhe is too much." Wen Tongwei said angrily, "Even if it's not his own son, he's still in a household registration book, right? He treated her son like this when my sister died?"
Tao Ling: "It's not like Uncle Yun. Think about this situation, uncle, aunt... Auntie is gone, and there is no blood relationship. Qingying has left the door of Yun's house, at most it is like a distant relative. How else can we be a family? The Yun family is not a charity, and the money and power must be left to their own family."
Having said that, Wen Tongwei didn't seem to have much to say anymore, Tao Ling took advantage of him not to notice and raised his eyebrows at Wen Qingying. Wen Qingying blinked in response to him, then turned to arrange the flower stand.
Seeing that Tongwei was about to speak again, Tao Ling said first, "Little uncle, that, there is something I want to tell you."
Wen Tongwei: "You said."
"That's right," Tao Ling cleared his throat, a little embarrassed, "I'm here with Qingying, the initial investment of the flower shop is quite large, and the rent in the city center is also expensive. During this time, I encountered some problems and lacked money. You are an elder, this shouldn't be said... But look, if you have money, can you lend us a little?"
Wen Tongwei looked embarrassed and said, "I'm embarrassed too."
After this sentence, the two sides fell into an awkward silence. After hearing Tongwei for a long time, he said, "I still have something to do, so I'll go first."
"You walk slowly." Tao Ling stood up.
Seeing Wen Tongwei going out, Wen Qingying put down the kettle and sent him out.
Seeing people disappear by the door, Tao Ling shrugged: "Who can't say these words? Hey."
Wen Qingying didn't ask anything when he came in. Tao Lingxin knew that he probably knew his uncle's virtue, so he didn't say much.
Tao Ling was always thinking about what Xia Chi said. In the afternoon, he went back to Wen Qingying's place and sat on the sofa to rest. He grabbed Wen Qingying's hand and played it back and forth, pretending to inadvertently opened the inside of his arm. , see a small scar.
Wen Qingying's complexion was cold and pale, the scar was faintly pink, but the surrounding area was abnormally pale, so it wasn't too difficult to recognize.
The moment he saw it clearly, Tao Ling's heart suddenly tightened, but he remained calm and maintained the state just now. After seeing it clearly, he turned his hand over again and stroked it gently.
After a while, Wen Qingying sent him a message: "Sir, you seem to be very interested in my hand today?"
Tao Ling was stunned, not knowing why, it was more and more easy for him to choke when talking to Wen Qingying. After a while, he responded, "When did I stop being interested in your hands? It's so pretty."
Wen Qingying smiled gently, Tao Ling lowered his head and kissed him on the wrist, Wen Qingying grabbed his chin with a light twist.
Tao Ling didn't struggle, just raised his head according to the strength of his hand, opened his mouth slightly, and waited for his kiss.
He was obsessed with Wen Qingying's hugs and kisses, not like oxygen, but like sunshine and wind. He can live without them, but never be happy.
It may even become an unknown puppet on a cloudy day, but you will never find it impossible to get rid of it.
fortunately.
The last class of the platform class was an in-class exam. The grades were assigned and uploaded, and some year-end summaries were dealt with. Even if Tao Ling ushered in the winter vacation.
As the New Year is approaching, the business of the flower shop is very good. Tao Ling helps out in the shop every day. Sometimes, when I think about the previous years, I feel that life has suddenly become a real life.
But life is really hard.
Even though the purchase of goods and most of the trivial matters were taken care of by Wen Qingying, Tao Ling still felt exhausted and physically exhausted.
He couldn't help but admire Wen Qingying, who got up early in the morning and went to bed late, worked hard, and was still in good spirits, never complaining of tiredness.
Sure enough, the physical strength of young people should not be underestimated.
On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, after lunch, Wen Qingying was sorting fresh cut flowers at the door. A woman came across the street. She was beautiful, but her expression was a little gloomy.
She stood in front of the flower stand.
Wen Qingying raised her eyes and nodded at the woman. Tao Ling just came out of the store and asked Wen Qingying's shoulder, "Hello, what flowers do you want?"
The woman looked at Tao Ling and didn't move for a long time. Tao Ling turned to look at Wen Qingying, and raised his voice: "Hello, guest, do you want to buy flowers?"
"Hello, I want a bunch of zinnias." The woman said softly.
Tao Ling felt that this woman was a little strange, but didn't go into it, and replied, "I'm sorry, it's not the blooming season of zinnias, you can look at other things."
The woman asked, "Isn't it all grown in the greenhouse? I thought it was always there."
Tao Ling smiled: "Although they are all artificially cultivated, the climate is still an important factor. Zinnia is not cold-resistant, and even if it blooms, the flower shape is not perfect."
The woman nodded: "Yes, zinnias are not cold-resistant, just like love."
Tao Ling frowned slightly, a little surprised. The woman said, "Sorry, thank you."
She turned around to leave, but after two steps she suddenly turned back, looked at Tao Ling and asked, "I take the liberty to ask, are you gay?"