Insomnia

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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, give them to roses. I want 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 the way you are sending flowers, the shop 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 well judged. Wen Qingying was still a little anxious when she was rejected just now, but at this moment 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, but the rose is still blooming warmly. The injured petals softly rubbed against Tao Ling's chest, like a butterfly that has temporarily stopped.

Perhaps 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 papers to be submitted to the academic conference.

The rose is placed on the table and can be seen 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 world of witchcraft...the importance of language perfection in the process of transformation from 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 shocked, 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 with him 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 are not many people, just me as a colleague, and I'm not a noisy person. If you are busy, we will choose at the school gate.

This is not good, you all 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 the same as killing your life. You won't come if you are far away. It's just the three of us. I'll take him to St. Maiden's Town for a walk tomorrow. , 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.

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