Insomnia

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Wen Qingying blinked, confused.

Tao Ling was silent. His words seemed to be asking him whether there was any meaning in doing these things. It easily made people think about the meaning of life.

This was not the first time that Wen Qingying asked questions all about his stubbornness.

Some things are simply impossible to talk about and cannot be expressed, let alone at a time when some of the ability to think has been lost.

Tao Ling was quiet for a while and said to himself: "No, on the contrary, I can't live my own life well."

He didn't speak to Wen Qingying, so it didn't count as a response.

Wen Qingying lowered her head and typed again: "Sir, I saw that you were very happy when you told me this. For a moment, I felt that you just wanted to say it and did not necessarily ask the other party to understand. Maybe this is you What’s the point of studying these?”

Tao Ling was stunned for a moment: "Maybe."

Wen Qingying rolled his eyes and continued typing: "Even if you don't ask others to understand, I will still try hard to understand. It's really interesting, thank you sir."

His expression was sincere, and his eyebrows were illuminated by the light, making him look extremely clean.

Tao Ling suddenly felt guilty, as if his violent heartbeat for the past two seconds was blasphemy.

This thought made his heart beat wildly again, and in the end he had no choice but to slightly raise the corners of his mouth while secretly despising himself.

Communicating with Wen Qingying took a lot of time, and it was already late at night after not much talking.

The next day was Saturday, and Tao Ling didn't go to work. He was just worried that the flower shop would be open. However, several attempts to mention it were interrupted, and Wen Qingying looked really energetic.

After a while, Wen Qingying picked up the pen again and drew a circle on the paper, but when he looked carefully, he found that the top was not closed.

Next to the picture were written the words "Yan Ge Xing" and the dynasty.

After glancing at Tao Ling, he typed quickly: "And the issues involving tradition are more complicated, aren't they? It is impossible to inherit a completely straight line. Even curves will be illusions, and there will be no circles, so let's ignore the influence of the inclusions in the middle. Factors, from witchcraft to magic, no matter how similar they are, they are destined to be different things."

Tao Ling nodded with interest and raised his palms in a "please" motion.

Wen Qingying smiled and continued to move his fingers: "It's like Emperor Wen of Wei's "The Song of Yan". It originally expressed the resentment of missing a wife, but slowly transitioned, the battlefield boundaries were enlarged, and in the Tang Dynasty people it became Border fortress poetry reached its peak by the time of Jia Zhi, with no trace of lovesickness or sorrow left. Later, some poets in the Ming Dynasty returned to the past and began to write about the feelings of missing a wife and conquering her husband in "Yan Ge Xing". The inheritance of this ancient poem title can be seen from It’s been a complete circle, but even if tradition returns, it can’t erase the twists and turns in the middle. After all, it’s not what it was at the beginning.”

"A circle is not actually a circle."

"Yes, it's like a broken mirror can't be reunited, and a dead person can't be resurrected. No, that's not a good analogy." Tao Ling said. After he finished speaking, he remembered that he couldn't hear, so he closed his mouth, smiled, and clapped sincerely.

Wen Qingying smiled happily.

Tao Ling thought about his behavior before and after, and the upbringing he revealed when communicating with others, and he always felt that this person should not be met by him in the flower shop.

After thinking about it, he wrote: "What school did you go to before?" Seeing this sentence, Wen Qingying visibly hesitated.

In the end, he answered honestly: "I went to a normal university in Beijing before, but I didn't finish it. I attended a little bit in my senior year, about a week."

Tao Ling was a little surprised. After observing carefully, he found that his expression was no longer strange, but he didn't feel like asking anymore. He just wrote with a sigh: "It's the last year and I haven't finished reading."

Wen Qingying smiled and replied: "I study architecture, a five-year course."

"No wonder the paintings are so beautiful." Tao Ling said, looking down at the phone screen, it was already past eleven o'clock.

Noticing that he was looking at the time, Wen Qingying stood up.

The two people seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding in a short period of time, without even the parties involved realizing it. It wasn't until they were walking together on the street and the night wind blew that Tao Ling suddenly felt in a trance.

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