Tao Ling was startled and turned around.
Wen Qingying let go of his hand, pointed to the mark on the side of his neck, and lowered his head to type on his mobile phone.
Tao Ling reacted and took out his mobile phone.
The two put their hands in front of each other at the same time—
"Sir, I haven't given you the money for the medicine."
"It's okay, just a few Band-Aids."
Tao Ling smiled lightly and shrugged.
Wen Qingying was afraid that he would turn and leave immediately, raised his arm to hold his wrist again, and typed quickly with one hand: "If you don't want the money for the medicine, can I send you flowers?"
After thinking about it, Tao Ling nodded.
Wen Qingying's eyes lit up and finally let go. He strode to the door, held a pot of Phalaenopsis on the shelf blocking the glass door, turned around and was about to stuff it into Tao Ling's arms.
"Hey, this is too expensive! Band-aids are only a few dollars!" Tao Ling frowned.
Wen Qingying could see clearly that Tao Ling's expression was of obvious resistance, the hand holding the flower paused, and then slowly retracted it, the golden-yellow brocade of flowers was leaning against his heart.
He lowered his eyelashes, his expression suddenly a little hurt, and his lips pursed slightly.
Tao Ling's heart softened, and he said that it was like I was bullying the small.
After a long confrontation, he typed again on the notepad. Wen Qingying didn't rush, she just stood holding a large pot of flowers, looking resigned.
After Tao Ling finished typing, he glanced at him and handed it over: "Orchids are too expensive. It's a pity that I died. If you want to give me flowers, just give them roses, just the pot you just planted."
His expression was fairly calm, but his posture was a little bit more solemn than usual in the office. Wen Qingying looked at him for a while, as if judging whether he could continue to persevere.
In the end, he put down the Phalaenopsis in his hand and hugged the pot of white roses just now.
Tao Ling took the flowers and said in a low voice, "With your attitude of sending flowers, the store will close in less than two months."
Wen Qingying knew what he was muttering, and after handing over the flowers, he typed a line: "I didn't give flowers to others, only to you, sir."
"Why?" Tao Ling raised his brows, brought out some provocation out of thin air, and looked at him with great interest.
The mouth shape of these three words should be very good to judge. Wen Qingying was still a little anxious when she was rejected just now, but at this time, she suddenly regained her impeccable peace.
The eyes he looked at Tao Ling were still sincere, and the corners of his mouth slowly drew a slight arc.
Tao Ling: "..."
Half a minute later, he walked out of the store with a pot of small roses in one hand.
The autumn is getting deeper and deeper, but the rose is still blooming warmly. The injured petals softly rubbed against Tao Ling's chest, like a butterfly that has temporarily stopped.
Maybe the last of the butterflies this fall.
After taking a shower in the evening, Tao Ling turned on the computer, while working on the courseware for the platform course for the second half of the semester, while writing the paper to be submitted to the academic conference.
The rose is placed on the table, and you can see it every time you look up.
An hour later, his eyes fell on the flower and he never looked away. He gently rubbed a leaf while thinking about how to arrange the teaching content.
"Non-classical meditation and early hermitic spirit... How to adapt to the lawfulness of witchcraft... The instrumental element in the wizarding world... The importance of language perfection in the transformation of witchcraft to religion. Language, language, language... "
What is the relationship between deaf people and language
Tao Ling frowned and was in a daze when the phone suddenly vibrated beside him, and he was startled, his body straightened involuntarily, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Taking a rough breath, he turned his head to look at the caller ID, it was a former senior brother. Senior brother is now teaching at S University. He has been in the same class for many years and has always taken good care of him.
When the phone was picked up, the other side asked with concern, "Tao Ling, are you busy?"
"Senior brother, I'm not busy. I was thinking about the question and lost my mind, but I didn't hear the call." Tao Ling took out his glasses and rubbed his brows.
Senior brother laughed: "Have you stayed up late again? Don't be too nervous. I'm going back to Wu City tomorrow, and I'm going to have a meal after work?"
Tao Ling didn't answer for a while, and the other end said, "Don't worry, there aren't many people. I'm just a colleague, and I'm not a noisy person. If you're busy, we'll choose it at the school gate."
"This is not good, you come all the way." Tao Ling said.
Senior Brother: "Come on, I don't know you yet? Asking you to come out for a gathering would be like killing you. If you want to be far away, you won't come. It's just the three of us. Tomorrow I'll take him to St. Maiden's Town for a walk. , you call me after work. What do you want to eat? You decide."
"Ximen..." Tao Ling said, sighing halfway through, "Forget it, that hot pot outside the East Gate, I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time."
"Okay." Senior brother replied, "It's settled, see you tomorrow. You don't need to bring anything."
Tao Ling: "Don't worry, I didn't want to bring it either."
Senior brother laughed heartily: "I like you like this."
After hanging up the phone, Tao Ling was bored and dragged his phone around, swiping around, and without knowing how, he clicked on the notepad that came with the system.
He doesn't have the habit of cleaning up his mobile phone at any time, so the record of talking to Wen Qingying in the past two days is still there.
Looking at it casually, and finally his eyes fell on the rose again, Tao Ling suddenly felt that he was too useless.
I was so ecstatic just now, it was clear that my mind followed Wen Qingying away. He is already a near-standing person, and his behavior today is too "young".
"Men like to look at beautiful women no matter what their age", what Tao Jun said was right.
But like watching and liking are two meanings after all, Tao Ling is free, because he has always just liked watching.
He expected that he would still not be able to sleep today. Seeing that it was already half past eleven, Tao Ling turned off the computer, opened the medicines he brought back, and picked them up. Finally, he took Bao Ganmaoling and took a chlorpheniramine with the granules.
I don't know what happens to chlorpheniramine mixed with tranquilizers? Does the central nervous system's inhibitory effect double
Tao Ling sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs and pointed his toes, thinking about things in a mess, quietly waiting for sleep.
The next day when I went to school, Teacher Zhang opened the office door and asked, "Mr. Tao, did you make such a strong coffee again? The scent is all over the corridor."
Tao Lingying: "Mr. Zhang, I didn't sleep well last night."
Teacher Zhang joked: "Why do you have insomnia at such a young age? What should I do when I am in my 40s and 50s?"
"Teacher Zhang is in his prime." Tao Ling smiled and started to do things.
"This child." Mr. Zhang held the thermos cup, hummed the tune of "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau", and sat down in his seat leisurely.
The work content was still fragmented, and Tao Ling started to get restless after doing what he was doing. He had to keep sipping coffee, and after finishing a meeting report, he brought the cup, and found that it was empty.
Go to your mother's work.
Why does Teacher Zhang do these things so leisurely
Tao Ling turned his head to look at the canopy of the plane trees outside, and slid his cup to the tea room.
After receiving the hot water, he habitually walked through the corridor at the top of the atrium and went around to the religious house.
At the entrance of the flower shop on the opposite corner, Wen Qingying was busy. He was wearing a black sweater and jeans today. He was tall with long legs and looked extremely youthful.
Tao Ling looked by the window and saw that he had brought the daisies in the two buckets together. Someone passed by in company and looked back several times.
This flower really attracts bees and butterflies. Tao Ling chuckled lightly.
The flowers are too beautiful to look at.
Turn away.
After work in the afternoon, Tao Ling did not go directly out of the west gate as usual, but walked in the opposite direction through the entire campus. Thinking about being polite, he called his senior brother when he was about to get to the hot pot restaurant.
After waiting for nearly ten minutes, Tao Ling was looking at the menu when he suddenly heard a sentence: "Tao Jun?"
The tone of the speaker was very surprised, Tao Ling was stunned for a moment, and turned his head.