Insomnia

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Wen Qingying washed the cup and poured juice beside it, while Tao Ling typed on his mobile phone, and then showed him after he finished pouring a cup: Can I have coffee?

Wen Qingying put down her hand and responded: The coffee is cold, it was ground at noon.

It doesn't matter. Tao Ling took the empty cup.

Seeing this, Wen Qingying suddenly lifted the coffee pot, returned her hand and put it on the highest shelf, turned around and pretended nothing happened, and continued pouring juice.

Tao Ling: ...

Pushing the cup in front of Tao Ling, he wrote again: It's not that I don't want to give it to my husband, it's already six o'clock, and I don't need to sleep at night after drinking it.

Tao Ling smiled, but what he said was: I can't sleep anyway, so it doesn't matter. He took the juice and took a sip. He immediately pursed his lips and frowned. He looked up to see the harmless look on Wen Qingying's face. Finally, he swallowed it with difficulty.

The sourness was unbearable, and the brows trembled unconsciously.

After looking at him for two seconds, Wen Qingying suddenly laughed, with a flash of slyness.

Tao Ling: ...Retaliate against me?

This sentence was spoken, Wen Qingying pretended not to know what he meant, and typed: The juice that Mr. bought last time did not contain sugar, I thought you like sour ones.

Tao Ling dug a hole for himself, and having nothing to say, he raised his eyelids and rolled his eyes that didn't look like white eyes.

The more Wen Qingying laughed, the happier she became. She laughed until Tao Ling was almost upset, so she put away her expression and took a honey jar from the cabinet, and added sugar to Tao Ling's cup.

It's also not easy to bully. Just like Tao Jun, revenge must be revenged, right? Tao Ling said to himself.

After sitting for a while, Tao Ling remembered what he was doing today. He took out a Yanyi class schedule from his bag and handed it to Wen Qingying. Originally, it was difficult to unify the class schedules for postgraduate students, so they had to check it on the system by themselves. This one was hand-written by Tao Ling at noon.

His classes are scheduled for Friday nights, starting at 7:30.

Wen Qingying took the timetable with both hands, pressed it with her index finger, from Monday to Friday, and finally stopped at the word Tao Ling, and looked at the opposite person questioningly.

With such a glance, Tao Ling suddenly realized that after knowing each other for so long, Wen Qingying didn't know her name at all.

Tao Jun's tombstone did have his name on it, but the characters were small and skewed, so he probably didn't pay attention to it.

Thinking of this, he nodded.

Wen Qingying smiled and typed on the mobile phone: Is this the reason why Mr. likes chrysanthemums? Xie Gongshan does not change, Tao Lingju still exists.

Tao Ling was a little surprised when he saw these two lines of poetry. Seeing that his posture was naturally not showing off, he gave a thumbs up and responded: It's not bad, my brother likes it. Actually, I don't like autumn very much.

Wen Qingying had a blank piece of paper in his hand, and while Tao Ling continued to drink the juice, he lowered his head and compared what he was writing on the schedule.

Watching his hands move on the paper, Tao Ling suddenly thought of the post just now, and instantly felt that everything in front of him was boring.

He half-supported his elbow on the table, and touched the ring on the middle finger of his left hand with his right hand. He unconsciously took off the ring halfway and pushed it up to the base of the finger. After pushing it up, he slowly turned around in a circle. After turning for a while, he took it out again, and the cycle continued.

This was his habitual action when he was in a daze, Wen Qingying raised her eyes to look at his face, then finally moved her gaze down and landed on his hands.

Before Tao Ling could recover, a customer came outside. Wen Qingying stood up to greet them. Tao Ling finally put his thoughts behind him and walked out of the store with his bag.

There are still class schedules and white paper spread out on the table. The half-copied lessons have been compared with the paper. In the corner, another poem that Tao Ling didn't see was written: Tao Ling really means it, and I can understand the beauty of lovesickness.

The author has something to say: [Note] Xie Gongshan has not been changed, but Tao Lingju still exists: from Huang Furan's He Zhongcheng Fengshi Chengen Returns Zhongnan's Former Residence;

Tao Ling is more sincere, and lovesickness relieves his face: from Lingyi's Rewarding Chen Mingfu for Seeing a Gift in a Boat.

Sorry I'm a little late today m(o_ _)m I'm back.

Tao Ling entered the room, sat down on the sofa, and unbuttoned his shirt.

There is a pot in the center of the coffee table in front of me, and inside it is a bunch of roses I bought two days ago.

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