Insomnia

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The night in the city center is always lively, and even more so in recent years. Although it is almost midnight, the car lights are still flashing.

When we got to the intersection, there was an aunt selling pineapples on a tricycle on the side of the street. Small pieces of triangular pineapples were soaked in glass jars with skewers inserted into them.

Only this scene makes people feel that Wu City is still the same Wu City as before.

Tao Ling was in a daze. The light on the other side was already green, but he was still staring at his aunt's cart. It wasn't until Wen Qingying tapped him lightly on the shoulder that he came back to his senses.

"Want to eat pineapple? Buy it for your husband." Wen Qingying handed over the phone.

Tao Ling couldn't laugh or cry. He sounded like he was talking to a three-year-old child.

He shook his head angrily. Hearing Qingying's question, he obviously meant it as a joke, and raised the corner of his mouth when he saw it.

After taking two steps together, the green light started to flash, so we had to return to the intersection.

Tao Ling looked at Pineapple again, raised his eyes, saw clearly the aunt's somewhat scattered hair on the temples, and then prepared to take out his mobile phone.

There was a small blackboard next to the trolley, with the unit price written on it and a QR code attached. Wen Qingying walked over, scanned the code before Tao Ling, and paid.

Tao Ling only took out half of his phone and put it back.

There were three pieces of pineapple in the glass jar, and Auntie wanted to put them in bags. Tao Ling said, "No need for bags, Auntie, just eat them like this."

One person took a stick and there was still one piece left in the jar. The aunt smiled and was still ready to pack it. Only then did Tao Ling realize that Wen Qingying had given him too much money.

Turning around, Wen Qingying happened to look over. Looking at each other, Tao Ling understood and said, "Auntie, this is for you."

After saying that, the light turned green, and the two of them walked towards the opposite side of the road together. The aunt behind them called out, and Tao Ling turned to look at it and smiled.

After eating pineapple, we crossed the intersection and turned side by side into the quiet street.

Wen Qingying.

Tao Ling unconsciously recited the name in his mind. When he came to his senses again, he found that he had arrived at the gate of his community.

There is still half of the pineapple in my hand.

Still just waving goodbye, seeing people heading towards the zebra crossing, Tao Ling turned around to enter the community. He took two steps to swipe his card, but his hand paused, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

Looking sideways, Wen Qingying turned back just in time, so he had to pretend that nothing happened and waved again.

Under the distant light, Wen Qingying smiled, turned around and walked away.

At 12:12, there was a slight knock on the door.

The warm yellow light spreads out, illuminating the small space in the living room. The room was very clean, there weren't many things so they weren't arranged cluttered, but it wasn't very neat either, it was a bit careless.

We walked slowly on the road and took a long detour. It was already very late, but Wen Qingying didn't want to sleep yet.

After washing, he sat cross-legged on the sofa, took a slow breath, and put his fingers on his throat to feel it. After two seconds, he tried to raise his head, opened his mouth, then slowly closed it, gritted his teeth, and then slowly relaxed.

After completing four eight-beat rehabilitation movements, he made an "ah" mouth gesture, but no sound came out.

After trying several times, my forehead was already covered with fine sweat.

Forced himself to relax, his thoughts came and went, and suddenly they fell on Tao Ling's fingers while typing. The chaos in my mind gradually calmed down, as if I encountered some invisible magic.

After taking a deep breath and trying a few more times, the clock on the wall clicked softly and pointed to one o'clock. At the same time, a hoarse and almost breathy "Ah" came out, breaking the silence of the night.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Tao Ling turned over and sat up angrily.

He messed up his hair with both hands, covered his face in despair for a moment, then hit the bed hard with his hand, got up and left the bedroom.

If you really can't sleep, then just don't sleep.

After turning on the computer and correcting the paper for a while, Tao Ling suddenly remembered what happened before going home. After sitting for a while, he clicked on the courseware of the platform class and began to add text page by page.

late autumn.

After staying up for several nights, Tao Ling submitted a paper he had revised several times to a journal. When the ginkgo leaves turned golden, he finally felt a little more relaxed.

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