Insomnia

Chapter 8: card

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Tao Ling was startled, his palm touched a small piece of hard/hard thing, and at the same time as the conditioned reflex gripped, he accidentally pinched Wen Qingying's fingertips.

After a while, Wen Qingying pulled out her hand.

Tao Ling lowered his head and looked at the lights spilled from the roadside shop. There was actually a fruit candy lying in the palm of his hand.

He curled his lips, looked at the golden wrapping paper and said, "Whose big boy is putting candy on his body? Coaxing girlfriends or children?"

Wen Qingying just lowered her eyes and looked at him, as quiet as always.

Tao Ling held the candy and looked up at Wen Qingying.

The young man's face was calm, and between light and dark, Tao Ling suddenly remembered a very old-fashioned metaphor, and felt that this person's facial features were carefully carved out of marble.

It turns out that many old and disdainful words are truths, and if you are not in them, you will not know why they can always exist.

Wen Qingying didn't know what he was thinking, so he showed him the screen of his mobile phone, which read: "After drinking and eating sugar, it can slow down."

Tao Ling smiled, passed him, and walked straight to the flower shop: "Can I come and sit at your place?"

Wen Qingying followed him after he walked to the door and stopped.

Entering the store, Wen Qingying pulled away the chair by the table and motioned for Tao Ling to sit.

After settling down, he took the cup and went to the back to wash and wash, turned around and poured a cup of warm water for Tao Ling, and then started to clean up the shop and prepare to close.

The fresh cut flowers outside were brought in first and placed in buckets one by one, followed by potted plants.

I didn't realize it just now, but now I feel a little dizzy when I sit down. Tao Ling drank half a glass of water and sat quietly at the table watching Wen Qingying busy, and didn't want to get up to help.

After a few minutes, like a conjuration, the entire space in the store was suddenly filled with bright purples and reds, leaving only a narrow path in the middle, as if the immortal's long sword swiped in the air, directly swept the waves into the road from the sea of flowers.

Wen Qingying is tall, although not strong, but the whole person looks very powerful, especially when doing things. That sense of power does not come from being able to lift heavy things, but another form of youthful vigor.

It is similar to the sunshine posture of sweating on the basketball court, but it is more calm.

Nearly 20 minutes later, Wen Qingying closed the glass door and sat opposite Tao Ling after washing her hands.

Seeing that Tao Ling had no intention of communicating with himself, he took out a stack of small cards from the gap under the table and began to draw simple strokes on it.

After watching for a while, Tao Ling suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the corner of the paper he was using to cushion his hand.

The paper under his hand was pulled away, and the paper slipped over, leaving a sudden coolness on the side of the little finger. Wen Qingying observed Tao Ling's expression and drew a pen from the side for him.

Tao Ling wrote on the white paper: "Are these cards for guests?"

Pushing the paper over, Wen Qingying Tixing wrote: "Yes sir, the bouquet needs a card and can be used. If the guest doesn't like it, replace it with a blank one."

Tao Ling's handwriting is thin and elegant, but he is habitually scribble, while Wen Qingying's is more generous and more regular. When the two lines were placed together, Tao Ling suddenly felt quite artistic.

Like weeds and wild daisies growing together.

Wen Qingying is a flower, he is a dog's tail.

It's a broken analogy. Tao Ling rubbed his eyebrows.

He thought that maybe because he didn't speak, Wen Qingying would use some written language when communicating with people, but it was not offensive at all.

This habit perfectly matched his quietness, as if he were someone who was always living in letters.

"Why do you want a flower shop?" Tao Ling wrote.

Wen Qingying tilted her head, looked at a blue hydrangea by the table, and finally wrote: "My mother told me that she used to be a flower shop, and she really wants to open another flower shop."

Tao Ling thought of the cemetery, and pretended to look at his face casually. He didn't notice the abnormal expression. After thinking about it, he asked, "Are you tired?"

Wen Qingying answered frankly: "Tired, I have to get up very early every day, and it is very troublesome to purchase goods, and I am clumsy, so I am not very good at wrapping flowers and arranging flowers. But I am very happy. Sir, are you a teacher at the provincial university? "

"Yes, but I'm currently in an administrative position, and I only attend classes occasionally."

"Can I go and listen when Mr. is in class?"

"Yes, but..."

"A lot of things don't have to be heard with ears, I can feel the classroom."

This is true, but Tao Ling is still a little helpless. The classroom is where the ears and voice are most needed, and many things that come out of impromptu collisions are more valuable. However, he didn't want to brush Wen Qingying's intentions, and wrote back: "Okay."

"What did Mr. teach? I can make up my homework first."

"Graduated from religion, Chinese Taoism."

After receiving the answer, Wen Qingying blinked, his eyes were clear, his expression sighed slightly, and he continued to write: "Can studying religion help us face the disappearance of life?"

The characters are not small, and there is no deliberate arrangement of space. At this point of the conversation, an A4 paper is almost full.

Tao Ling spread out his left hand and pressed the edge of the paper, and read the last sentence back and forth several times.

The fingers holding the pen gradually tightened, and the knuckles stretched out bluish-white. He did not continue to write, but still looked at the paper and said, "No, it can't be for me."

The taste of alcohol was actually still in his forehead, causing Tao Ling to continue to feel dizzy.

After a long while, he closed the cap of the pen, put the pen and paper aside gently, and opened the candy that Wen Qingying had just given.

Lemony. Tao Ling looked down at the candy paper, and folded it again and again at his fingertips in a bored manner. Wen Qingying was quiet for a while, and continued to draw on the card.

The paintings are all flowers and plants, but with a few strokes, all kinds of flowers appear on the paper.

By the time Tao Ling felt that it was time to leave, it was already twelve o'clock in the night.

He was startled when he saw the time, and he clearly felt that he had just sat down.

"I'm leaving, which will delay you from closing the store and resting." He typed on his mobile phone, and after Wen Qingying watched it, he got up immediately.

Wen Qingying smiled and followed him to stand up.

At the door, Tao Ling realized that Wen Qingying was going to leave, so he stood in the corner and waited.

The stepped flower stand is still outside, and after closing the door, it still shows the nature of the store. Wen Qingying walked over to Tao Ling and handed him the bunch of daisies just now. He had already wrapped a layer of kraft paper on the outside.

"What a waste." Tao Ling said.

After walking side by side for a while, and approaching the end of the street, Tao Ling asked, "Which way are you going?"

Glancing sideways, Wen Qingying looked straight ahead.

Tao Ling then remembered that he couldn't hear, and felt a little tired to type on his phone, so he simply poked him and pointed in the direction he was going.

Wen Qingying smiled and pointed in the same direction.

Turning into a slightly quieter street, Tao Ling stopped after ten minutes.

This is an old community, the street lights are dim, Wen Qingying turned to look at the gate of the community, pointed to the intersection in front, and waved at Tao Ling.

Before Tao Ling could respond, he had only left a back for him.

There is a short zebra crossing not far away, Wen Qingying is stepping on it.

It was cold in the middle of the night, and a phoenix tree leaf floated from nowhere, spun around and bumped into his shoulder, and was grabbed by his hand at the moment when it was about to fall.

Hands are not stupid at all.

Tao Ling watched the figure drift away, smiled, turned around and swiped his card into the community.

Entering the house, Tao Ling threw away everything in his hand, except for the bunch of daisies.

He wanted to find a glass bottle immediately, unbuttoned the collar with one hand and walked towards the storage room. When opening the door of the cabinet, he put the flowers beside him, and swept his eyes inadvertently.

After a two-second pause, Tao Ling grabbed the bouquet again.

The kraft paper is opaque, so I didn't notice it immediately—a small card tucked between the stems at the bottom.