The news was sent out, but there was no movement on the other side for a long time.
Tao Ling waited quietly, listening to the sound of boiling water in the kitchen, thinking about it and reposting: "Yunnan, I'm sorry, I'm too abrupt, but it's not good to ask your brother directly, if you don't want to say it. does not matter."
Several minutes later, the phone vibrated, Tao Ling was about to turn it on, and Wen Qingying came out with the boiled water.
Tao Ling hurriedly put the phone on the table and took the cup.
"What are you doing?" Wen Qingying poured the water and gestured.
Tao Ling smiled and shook his head, indicating that he was thirsty and waiting for water.
The water in the kettle was cold before, and he would boil the water for fear that Tao Ling would drink it and hurt his stomach. At this moment, it was just warm when mixed together. Wen Qingying touched it with the back of her hand and brought it to Tao Ling.
Tao Ling took a sip, saw that he took another cup, and handed it over to him.
Wen Qingying put down the kettle and was about to pick it up, when Tao Ling suddenly put his hand away, stood up at the same time, put the other hand on the back of his neck and directly blocked his mouth.
Wen Qingying was stunned when his lips parted, Tao Ling saw his Adam's apple rolling up and down uncomfortably, and suddenly felt that he was too arrogant, to do such a thing to the artwork that should be held in the palm of his hand.
He wanted to sit on the sofa and reflect on himself, but just as he turned around, Wen Qingying grabbed his wrist.
Tao Ling was forced to turn around, his eyes drooping, not daring to look into his eyes.
Wen Qingying pursed her lips, held up the cup and handed it to him, took a half-step in front of him, and her right hand, which was not ready, had already wrapped around his waist.
Dizzy, Tao Ling couldn't control his bloodshot mind, but there was still a thread of thought hanging on the unread news.
In the end, he separated from Wen Qingying with difficulty, lowered his head against his chest and panted for a while, he pointed to the bathroom, and said, "Help you take a bath and change the dressing."
He also helped Wen Qingying take a bath two days ago, but Tao Ling played Liu Xiahui, so today's impulse is double, no, triple.
Forget it, it can’t be quantified, in short, burn yourself.
It was late at night when he came out of the steaming bathroom. Tao Ling's eyes were flushed red, his lips were a little dark, and his palms seemed to retain the smell and temperature that belonged to Wen Qingying.
Entering the bedroom, he said he was going to the study to read for a while, Wen Qingying sat beside the bed, blinked, and nodded obediently.
If he hadn't felt his strength in the bathroom just now, Tao Lingyi would have thought he was easy to bully.
Thinking that the person was about to burn again, Tao Ling immediately turned around and headed for the door, but after taking two steps, he was suddenly reluctant, turned around and bent over, licking and kissing Wen Qingying's lips before it was over.
Taking the phone into the study, Tao Ling immediately closed the door.
He hesitated to open the dialog box with Yunnan, and saw a long message:
"Mr. Tao, it's nothing, I know you care about my brother, I was just organizing the words, because I didn't say it before, and I wasn't there at the time, I don't know the specific process, and I don't know what to do. Say.
The reason why my brother was hospitalized is quite long. That is, in the year of my college entrance examination, my brother had a tumor on his vocal cords and underwent surgery. After about half a year, he came home from school for a re-examination. At that time, he could speak simply. , one day my mother suddenly said that she had something to tell him. Later, I didn't know what they said, so my mother... jumped off the roof in front of him...
After that, my brother couldn't hear or speak, so he stayed in the hospital for a while. The doctor said that he didn't cry or make trouble, and he couldn't find a way to vent. He might have blocked himself. "
Tao Ling's breathing became heavier as he watched, and it took a long time for him to reply with trembling fingertips, "I'm sorry, Yunnan, for reminding you of such a sad thing. Something happened just now, so I couldn't reply to you in time."
Yunnan quickly replied: "It's okay, Teacher Tao, I also hope that my brother can be happy. Since you are his friend and he trusts you very much, you care so much about him, and I should say this."
Tao Ling: "Then his deafness is a mental reason? After all, he was able to speak before the accident."
Yunnan: "Most of them should be due to this reason. I couldn't hear before because of the perforation of the eardrum. After the vocal cord surgery, it was acutely defused. I don't know if it was because of this that the infection became acute otitis media. It is said that this can be cured by itself, and even if it cannot be cured, it can be cured, but if he does not perform surgery, we can’t hold him back.”
Speaking of which, Tao Ling raised his hand helplessly, tapped his index finger on his forehead unconsciously, pressed his brow bone and continued to ask, "So there are two reasons for the inability to hear?"
Yunnan: "It should be."
Tao Ling thought about it for a long time and asked the most crucial question: "Yunnan, do you know what your mother said to your brother before the accident?"
Yunnan: "I don't know, no one knows. My brother doesn't listen and doesn't pay attention. Later, when I can communicate, I ask him and he doesn't say anything. No one asks him, and I don't ask him."
"Only once he said he wanted to take me away. I asked him where he was going. He said he went to Yunnan to find our mother. Later, he said that he was too impulsive. When my mother was gone, he stayed here to watch over me."
Tao Ling leaned back on the chair, let out a long breath, and finally said, "Thank you Yunnan, I'm sorry. Be happy, your brother will be happy when you are happy."
Yunnan: "It's okay. Thank you, Teacher Tao."
Sitting in the study until twelve o'clock, Tao Ling finally suppressed his emotions and returned to the room.
Wen Qingying was still lying on his side, but he was lying on the side that Tao Ling was used to. When he saw Tao Ling coming in, he immediately stepped back and left him the already warm half of the bed.
The tip of Tao Ling's nose was sore, he quickly got into bed, and immediately went to hug him, Wen Qingying wanted to hug him back, but when he raised his hand, he restrained his wrist.
After being silent for two seconds, Tao Ling leaned up and kissed Wen Qingying on the forehead, then kissed him down between his eyebrows, kissed his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and then kissed his chin and neck.
Wen Qingying was stunned at first, but after a while, she regained her senses, and easily knocked back Tao Ling's hand. He lowered his head to kiss his lips, but Tao Ling raised his head tacitly to meet him.
After tossing and turning, Tao Ling had nowhere to vent his emotions, and could only wish to eat Wen Qingying.
This time he kissed too warmly, and Wen Qingying's reaction came very quickly, and after a while, his breathing was extremely heavy.
Clearly aware of his surging desire, Tao Ling was secretly startled and excited, but he did not take the next step, instead he took a cooperative gesture, hugged Wen Qingying, and put his forehead against his neck. panting.
Wen Qingying always respected him and felt that he didn't want to continue, so he let go of his strength.
Tao Ling couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was because of his emotions. He only knew that there was a tide in his heart, and the turbulent sea water made him want to cry.
"Baby, I love you, I love you very much," he said.
It took too much time to calm down, and it was too late to close my eyes. The next day was New Year's Eve, and the flower shop was not open, so the two slept until noon.
When Tao Ling was completely awake, Wen Qingying was no longer in the bedroom.
I heard him go out just now. I don't know if he is in the living room or the kitchen. Tao Ling just sat up and received a message: "Sir, what happened to you last night?"
Tao Ling rubbed his temple with his left hand, feeling that he was too impulsive and shouldn't be so excited, thinking about him and replying: "I read a sad story, thinking that life is too short, I feel a little emotional. What are you doing? "
It took a long time for Wen Qingying to reply: "Then you can feel more emotional in the future, can you?"
Tao Ling was stunned for a moment, then slowly put down his hand, Wen Qingying said again, "The porridge is ready. Get up, sir!"
Out of the bedroom door, Tao Ling was immediately attracted by the coffee table, with a large bunch of small purple flowers on it, which looked a bit like fog from a distance.
He glanced at the kitchen door, sat on the sofa with the corners of his mouth raised, picked up the card on the flower and read—
"Sir, this is forget-me-not, Comfrey. Cut the length of the branches and insert water, the amount of water does not need to be too much, and pay attention to the excess branches and leaves.
In addition, happy New Year's Eve, please take me with you when you are happy. "
The lower right corner is still the forget-me-not shape outlined by lines, and there are three words "Wen Qingying" signed.
Tao Ling stood up, Wen Qingying just came out of the kitchen, he walked over, Wen Qingying showed his little tiger teeth without reservation, and opened his arms.
"Happy New Year's Eve, you are happy."
Tao Ling and Tao Jun have been orphans since they were young, and they have long since lost contact with any relatives. Wen Qingying has a home and can't go back. Neither of them has anyone to look up to.
During the day, they read books together, or stumblingly communicated in sign language. At night, they handed themselves over to each other's lips and hands. Although they never made it to the next step, they were already the happiness they had never felt before.
I haven't lived a decent life for a long time, and the happy time flies too fast, so Tao Ling hardly reacted when the school started.
This year passed very late. At this time, all kinds of spring flowers in the school were already in full bloom. The day before going to work, at Tao Ling's house, Wen Qingying asked him for a brocade box for the ring, and took off the ring.
Tao Ling felt uncomfortable, held his hand to stop him, and said, "Either wear it, it doesn't matter."
Wen Qingying looked at his lips and knew what he was talking about, she gently pulled him away and typed: "I'm right across from the school, there are many students and teachers buying flowers, in case someone who knows Mr. The ring. Mr. is a teacher, and it will be difficult to be a person in the unit by then."
Tao Ling remembered the school posts that always discussed Wen Qingying, and finally nodded.
Wen Qingying smiled, took his hand, and kissed his ring reverently.
It was very busy at the beginning of the school year, and the two began to go back to their respective homes.
A week later, before leaving get off work, Tao Ling received a call from the publishing house where he submitted his doctoral dissertation. The application for the topic selection was passed a long time ago. Tao Ling thought that the other party wanted to tell him about getting the book number, and he said that the efficiency was quite high.
After a few greetings, the editor said, "Mr. Tao, that's the case. I'm very sorry, but your manuscript failed the third trial."
Tao Ling was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you say last time you could get a book number soon?"
"Your academic ability is here, and your writing is of course very good. There is no doubt about this, but it is a little accidental." The other party said apologetically, "I sent you an email, you can see if you can find a way to correct it. There are A very sensitive position issue…”
Tao Ling frowned, and continued: "Religious works are more likely to step on the thunder than other types of works, you know, some issues are indeed beyond our publishing house's decision, publishing and distribution, the incidental responsibility is here, we can't get over it. ."
"Yes." Tao Lingying, "I'll check the email, thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Tao Ling opened his mailbox and carefully looked at what the editor had circled. It was a question of historical cognition.
The question is whether it is big or not, because it is an ancient thing, and it is not small if it is said to be small. It is indeed contrary to existing knowledge. If it is more serious, it is not legal.
The difficulty is that this is one of the basic footholds of his research. If this judgment is changed, most of the research is equivalent to an overhead building.
His face was colder than usual, and Teacher Zhang asked, "What's wrong with Teacher Tao?"
"No," Tao Ling smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your concern. It's about publishing papers, and most of them are yellow."
Teacher Zhang knew that he couldn't help, so he nodded.
Not long after work, Tao Ling was not busy walking.
Wen Qingying can feel his mood too well, he has to adjust his mood first, not to hide it from him, but just to take care of his heart first.
When the people on the entire floor were almost gone, Tao Ling circled around to the end of the corridor on the side of the religious house. After looking at the flower shop for a while, he went down to the atrium and saw a person sitting by the flower table in the corner.
Tao Ling immediately turned around and wanted to leave, but a sob suddenly came from behind him.