Insomnia

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Seeing that Wen Qingying was sitting firmly, he cleared his throat and clicked on the slide show: Today we will continue the topic of the previous class and discuss personal religion and religious groups...

After class, two girls came to ask a few questions. During this period, Tao Ling restrained himself from looking up because he was afraid that Wen Qingying was waiting for him.

I'm also afraid that he won't wait for me.

It can be seen that the students are paying attention to the class. Although the questions asked are not very in-depth, they are all on point, so they talk for a long time.

When it was over, the aunt had already come in with a bucket. Tao Ling nodded and smiled at the aunt, and looked up.

The classroom was completely empty.

Tao Ling couldn't explain his feelings at that moment, and didn't want to go into details. He just got off the podium as usual and walked towards the back door.

However, as soon as I left the classroom, I saw someone leaning against the railing not far away.

Outside this classroom is a short corridor. At the end of the corridor is a small pool with some water lilies planted in it. Wen Qingying leaned against the railing, her eyes falling on the pond under the light, but her face was slightly facing the other side of the classroom.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tao Ling coming out. He slowly stood up straight and smiled.

The light on the top of the corridor was not very bright, at least not as bright as the street lights outside, but it was enough for Tao Ling to see the face and his eyes clearly.

Wen Qingying walked towards him, and he suddenly felt like he was suffocating.

The scene was the same as the previous two weeks. The two of them went down the stairs together, exited the graduate school, and slowly walked through the small half of the school toward the west gate.

When he arrived at the door of the flower shop, Tao Ling wanted to stop as usual, but Wen Qingying had no intention of entering the shop.

As they were about to arrive at the community, Tao Ling finally couldn't help it and typed: Don't you have any questions to ask today?

Wen Qingying shook her head, then immediately nodded again.

Seeing Tao Ling raising his eyebrows under the street light, he also took out his mobile phone: I think sir is a little tired, so I'll ask you next time. Is that okay?

Tao Ling didn't know what expression he should put on. He struggled for two seconds and finally just nodded and pointed at the gate of the community, meaning he was leaving.

Hearing Qingying raised her index finger, Tao Ling guessed that it meant she wanted one more minute.

So he waited. After a while, Wen Qingying's cell phone came over again. It read: Sir, I want to visit my mother tomorrow. Do you want to visit my brother?

The author has something to say: Last time he said that there is no predecessor and no current one o(*≧▽≦) Tao Ling didn’t move after reading the words. Wen Qingying seemed to understand what he meant and slowly took back his hand and pressed the button. cell phone.

After a while, Tao Ling looked up and saw Qingying's sincere expression, and that unspeakable feeling of suffocation came over him again.

Afraid that his mood would become even weirder, he smiled and typed: I won't go there tomorrow. There is a paper I want to submit that hasn't been revised yet, so I have to take advantage of these few days.

After receiving the answer, Wen Qingying curled her lips and nodded.

Tao Ling entered the community. He didn't get rid of his bad mood until he went upstairs. He kicked off his shoes and walked toward the house. He suddenly felt extremely tired.

There was a kind of depression wrapped around his body like a thread, and even his breathing was dragged down. He seemed to be floating in the water, unable to step on the ground or touch the oxygen.

It's been a long time since I felt this way.

Too tired to take a shower, Tao Ling lay down on the sofa and stared at the withered violets in the basin. As he looked at them, he didn't know when he fell asleep.

I woke up at three o'clock in the middle of the night, took a shower, and felt energetic until dawn.

In the dim light of the morning, Tao Ling stood up from the chair in the study and stretched out to make coffee.

Walking to the window, he opened the curtains and glanced inadvertently, just in time to see a ray of light cutting through the chaotic sky. The lower part was gray and blue, and the upper part was already white.

The study room is the room with the best lighting in the house. There is a small balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window. When I woke up early yesterday and saw that it was going to be sunny, Tao Ling put the roses next to the balcony.

The late autumn wind came from afar, and the soft petals swayed. Tao Ling walked to the balcony, squatted down and observed the small pot of flowers, trying to find out why it bloomed so prosperously.

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