Insomnia

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After a while, Jianwen Qingying lifted the lid of the pot on the fire and looked in. Tao Ling was curious and walked in.

The ribs were stewed in the pot over low heat. Wen Qingying used chopsticks to poke the meat. Tao Ling stood behind him and was leaning forward to look into the pot. Unexpectedly, Wen Qingying suddenly turned around.

The two people almost bumped into each other. Tao Ling was so frightened that he immediately stepped back. Wen Qingying frowned and put one hand around his waist to prevent him from moving any further. The other hand pressed on the back of his head.

Tao Ling's mind went blank for an instant, and he looked at the person in front of him without moving.

The distance is too close, Wen Qingying's face is more breathtaking than in the distance. Those eyes were extremely clear, and the dense eyelashes almost trapped Tao Ling, making people forget to breathe for a moment.

In a daze, Wen Qingying moved away the left hand that was holding his back waist, and lifted it up.

There was a soft bang, and Tao Ling turned his head following the sound, only to realize that the cupboard door on the top was not closed just now, and almost hit the back of his head.

He turned his face, Wen Qingying let go of the hand holding the back of his head, and looked down at him apologetically.

Tao Ling couldn't feel himself anymore. He waved his hand to indicate that nothing was wrong, took two steps back, pointed at the fire, and turned around to leave the kitchen while Wen Qingying went to check the situation in the pot.

He went into the bathroom, poured cold water on his face in frustration, and cast aside his clumsiness while recalling the scene just now.

Like a reckless young man who is at a loss when facing his crush, he is not only reckless but also weak, living so many years in vain.

When he got ready and came out, Wen Qingying's last dish had been cooked. Tao Ling hurriedly went over to wipe the dining table with a rag, straightened the table mat, and washed two wine glasses.

After setting out three dishes and one soup, and sitting down facing each other, Wen Qingying seemed a little nervous, looking at the dishes and then at Tao Ling.

Tao Ling smiled and said, "I'll try it."

After picking up a few chopsticks and tasting each dish, Tao Ling gave a thumbs up and began to praise it endlessly.

After receiving the feedback, Wen Qingying finally felt relieved, smiled restrainedly, and picked up the bowl.

"Ah, I forgot to buy a cake!" Tao Ling said, and asked with his mobile phone while eating, "Wait to buy a cake?"

After reading it, Wen Qingying waved her hands and wrote: "No need sir, I don't like sweets."

Tao Ling thought for a while, then got up suddenly, Wen Qingying put down his chopsticks to look at him, and he pressed Wen Qingying's shoulder, telling him to sit still.

Fortunately, he had just bought some fruit. Tao Ling washed a bunch of grapes and found a large fruit plate that had not been used for a long time. He hurriedly went through several drawers and found a pair of small candles and a lighter.

Wen Qingying sat where he was, watching him busy, and finally cleared out a small side table cooperatively.

After finally arranging the props, Tao Ling sat back, took his cell phone and asked, "How old are you today?"

Wen Qingying wrote "24" in the air with her index finger. Tao Ling casually sighed, "It's so small." He thought to himself that it was really inconvenient to communicate like this. It would be great if he could also sign language.

After placing numbers on the fruit plate with grapes, Tao Ling lit the small candle and turned off the lights at home. Are questions of survival and order only solved in apocalyptic myths?

The candlelight was dim, and the image of Wen Qing in front of him seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass, no, like a layer of indifferent moonlight.

He was silently acknowledging his wish with his eyes closed. Tao Ling looked straight at him, and suddenly this question came to his mind. This question has nothing to do with the current situation, but at this moment, Tao Ling feels that he is outside the world.

If the end comes, he is willing to die immediately in order to escape this chaotic world and lightless life. Use an upright attitude to break free from meaningless existence and meaningless order.

But there is no doomsday now, and there is Wen Qingying in this world.

The first moment Wen Qingying opened her eyes, she saw Tao Ling's eyelashes twitching. It seemed that he was frightened, but he was calm. Only this slight movement was fleeting.

Was he in a daze just now? What are you thinking about when you are in a daze?

Wen Qingying put her hand under the table and gently pinched the fingers of her left hand with her right hand.

Catching Wen Qingying's eyes, Tao Ling finally got out of his messy thoughts. He felt that he was not far from going crazy, and he didn't want to be beautiful and think about the end.

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