Insomnia

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Wen Qingying took his cell phone and entered her own cell phone number.

Tao Ling immediately called him. The two of them saved each other's numbers and added WeChat messages. Tao Ling felt a little more at ease.

Finally, he smiled, touched Wen Qingying on the shoulder, and signaled him to go home quickly. Wen Qingying received this meaning, but did not move for a while.

Tao Ling was about to ask if there was anything else. He had already lowered his head and wrote a line on his phone and showed it to Tao Ling: "Sir, can I hug you?"

His eyes were too clean, like a young man asking for his brother's love introspectively. Even though Tao Ling's heart trembled at these words, he couldn't think of going anywhere else.

The two of them put away their mobile phones in unison, as if they were going to complete some kind of ritual and had to clean up the venue in advance and tidy up themselves.

After a long while, they looked at each other and smiled. Tao Ling leaned over and hugged Wen Qingying.

One was standing on the low steps and the other was standing at the bottom. It was obviously just a coincidence, but it made it easier for Tao Ling to hold Wen Qingying's shoulders as a protector.

Under the bougainvillea bushes on the courtyard wall of the community, in the corner where light and shadow intertwined, Wen Qingying pressed his forehead against Tao Ling's shoulder, hugging each other for a long time. He opened his mouth, tried back and forth several times, and finally said silently One sentence.

Then they separated from each other, and Wen Qingying walked home under the moonlight.

Tao Ling stood at the intersection and watched his figure disappear, returning home with overflowing thoughts.

The security door separated the world. Tao Ling pressed his back against the door to calm down for a long time, and finally said the words he didn't dare to say just now, the words he still dared not say even though he knew Wen Qingying couldn't hear him -

"like you."

Before falling asleep, Wen Qingying sent a message: "Sir, good night. Actually, I'm not sad."

Tao Ling smiled, took a sip of water, swallowed the Valium, and replied: "Good night, sweet dreams. I'm sad, so I want you to hug me."

Wen Qingying: "Dreams like dreams."

After seeing the news and turning off his phone, Tao Ling turned sideways. He held Wen Qingying's pajamas that he had worn all day in front of him, and gradually fell into a rare dreamland.

While Tao Ling closed his eyes, Wen Qingying sat in the living room without turning on the lights, clicked on Yun Xin's profile picture, and wrote a sentence: "Yun Xin, what do you want to do?"

Yun Xin replied very quickly: "What do you mean Wen Qingying?"

Wen Qingying: "Literally."

Yun Xin: "Wen Qingying, let me tell you, you are just a white-eyed wolf. Don't pretend to be good. Don't act like a pig and eat the tiger in front of my sister and father. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking!"

Wen Qingying was too lazy to tell her more, gritted his teeth and replied: "Sister Yun Xin, I call you sister for the last time. If you continue to destroy the things I care about, I really won't give in anymore. Also, you are immersed in I've been living in my imagination for too long, and maybe I'm a bit paranoid about being persecuted. I suggest you see a psychiatrist."

Yun Xin exploded at the first moment: "Wen Qingying, bastard, tell me clearly! What do you mean? What kind of dirty water are you throwing at me?"

Wen Qingying let out a sigh of relief and deleted her.

After a while, news from Bai Guan popped up: "If you don't make it clear, I'm not done with you!"

Wen Qingying wrote: "Brother Bai Guan, if you don't get your phone back, I will delete your account. I'm tired and don't want to play games with you at all."

This time the message came after a full two minutes: "I'm sorry Qingying, I don't know what happened today, but it has nothing to do with your sister. She has been at home all day today."

Wen Qingying: "I'm going to bed. Brother Bai Guan goes to bed early."

Bai Guan: "Good night."

After taking a bath and doing vocal cord rehabilitation and pronunciation exercises, Wen Qingying sat on the bedside and looked at her mobile phone.

He read the contents of Tao Ling's WeChat account several times, and even remembered his WeChat ID, even though it was just a string of random letters. He then clicked on the dialog box with him and read the two sentences just now carefully. After a while, I finally changed to a chat background picture.

He sat there until he became unbearably sleepy, then reluctantly slumped down, covered himself with a quilt, and looked forward to daylight coming soon.

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