Insomnia

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That night was so painful that Tao Ling only hated the stubbornness of his memory. He tried his best to trick himself that it was over, but he didn't expect it to reappear so unexpectedly.

His chest heaved violently several times, and he overturned the box on the coffee table. In the end, he was still upset, so he stood up and kicked him hard again.

The box was kicked from the middle of the living room to the corner, and the rose cakes that came from far away rolled everywhere.

After standing there for a while, Tao Ling hurriedly took a few steps back, pressed his back against the door, and forced himself to take a deep breath.

A few minutes later, as if fleeing, he hurriedly took his keys and cell phone and stumbled out.

After going downstairs and sitting on a bench in the garden of the community for a while, the violent mood finally calmed down. Tao Ling walked out of the community and walked to the street opposite the west gate of the school before he knew it.

By the time he reacted, he was already standing at the door of the flower shop.

Turning her head, Wen Qingying just happened to look over.

Looking at each other and smiling, Wen Qingying put down the wrapping paper in his hand and stood up.

"Sir, I just saw you on the bus." He walked closer and handed over his mobile phone.

Tao Ling was startled, and it turned out that that glance was really not an illusion.

He reluctantly curled up his lips and responded: "I made an appointment with a teacher for a meal. I'm going out for a walk now."

Wen Qingying smiled beautifully, and Tao Ling was so bright that he felt ashamed. He glanced at the branches of the sycamore tree outside, and wrote: "The weather is fine these two days, we should go for a walk, and it will get cold after a while. Come in, sir. Is it? I'll make you coffee."

Tao Ling agreed.

Sitting at the table, looking at Wen Qingying's quiet side face, the anger finally dissipated completely, leaving only the unspeakable sadness fermenting in his chest, which intensified.

Tao Ling was so uncomfortable that he couldn't describe his emotions, so he had to force himself not to think about it and focus all his attention on Wen Qingying.

Wen Qingying's hands are beautiful, beautiful when wrapping flowers, beautiful when typing, beautiful when holding a pen, beautiful when making coffee...

It must look good when holding someone else's face, holding someone else's waist, or holding someone else's hand.

The coffee is ready to be poured, Wen Qingying raised his arm to get the cup, Tao Ling suddenly stretched out his left hand involuntarily as if a ghost was on his body, and covered the back of his right hand with the palm of his hand.

Wen Qingying was startled, and the next second she turned her wrist slightly, as if trying to break free.

Tao Ling was taken aback by his movement, and immediately let go of his four fingers, which he hadn't had time to close together, and rubbed against his index finger, as if he wanted to do this in the first place.

What Tao Ling didn't expect at this moment was that Wen Qingying's movements actually seemed to be about to return his grip.

After a pause of two seconds, Tao Ling smiled sheepishly. He didn't look up at Wen Qingying immediately, but said in a hurry and awkwardly: "Sorry, I want to wipe off the coffee powder for you."

He raised his hand to show Wen Qingying, the fingertips were a little dark brown mark rubbed just now.

After seeing it clearly, Wen Qingying smiled, raised her hand and pulled a piece of paper to him.

Tao Ling took it and wiped his hands. His fingertips kept trembling uncontrollably. He had no choice but to clenched his fists, put away everything he had touched Wen Qingying, and tightly held the piece of paper in his palm.

After the coffee was brewed, Tao Ling picked it up absent-mindedly, drank it in a gulp until the tip of his tongue was tingling, swallowed half of it and spit out half, frowning and opening his mouth to dissipate heat.

Wen Qingying looked back and was startled, anxiously looking for a water glass.

Tao Ling hurriedly waved his hand to signal that he was fine, but Wen Qingying ignored him and stubbornly poured cold water for him to drink.

With water in his mouth at the end, Tao Ling felt embarrassed and was thinking about how to make amends when Wen Qingying suddenly leaned over and wiped the corner of his mouth with his index finger.

Tao Ling was startled, and gave way reflexively, using the paper just now to wipe the water stains around his mouth.

Wen Qingying's hand froze in place, and two seconds later he hooked the corner of his mouth and retracted his hand.

Today's coffee was very fragrant, but Tao Ling couldn't taste it at all.

Perhaps it was because his expressionless posture was too ordinary, and because he was used to hiding his emotions, Wen Qingying didn't seem to notice his abnormality at all, and continued cutting the wrapping paper peacefully beside him.

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