Insomnia

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"It's a pity," he looked at the broken pieces of porcelain beside him, "these two flower pots should be very beautiful, the color of the sky, the ancients called this blue sky blue."

"I'm really boring, I can talk to people who can't hear me." Tao Ling sighed, "I have to go back to write the report and work overtime. There is still a paper to be submitted to the religious studies conference. I have to do it. For the courseware in the second half of the semester, there is a platform course that can be taken."

Say so, but don't move.

The rose was replanted in the flowerpot, and at first glance it could not be seen that it was ravaged/ravaged, but if you look closely, you can still find that the two flowers at the edge are different. The lace seemed to have rubbed on the ground, and there was a slight crease, because the petals were too thin and white, and the tissue at the crease looked transparent.

Pathetic.

And the transparent traces will turn black after a long time.

Not only pitiful, but also dirty.

Tao Ling noticed this because Wen Qingying touched the lace with her fingers.

He raised his eyes and saw that Wen Qingying was staring at the flower, as if he was in a trance, and he couldn't help but feel more certain that the girl just now should be his girlfriend, and the two may have had a conflict.

"Let's go." Tao Ling stood up.

Wen Qingying looked up at him, her expression blank and her eyes clear. Tao Ling paused for a moment and said in his heart that he was as pitiful as this flower.

He took out his phone to type.

"Do you want to treat the wound on your neck?"

Wen Qingying saw the words he handed over clearly, and stood up holding the flower. The height difference made Tao Ling feel a little pressure.

Although Tao Ling is not strong, he is still 1.81 meters tall, and he doesn't like to laugh very much. Usually, he is the only one who feels oppressed by others. How can he be oppressed in his own turn. The situation at this time suddenly made him a little annoyed.

Fucking pathetic. Tao Ling involuntarily took a half step back.

He continued typing: "Need my help? I'm going to the pharmacy at the end of the street to buy medicine. By the way, I will bring you iodine and a Band-Aid."

Wen Qingying looked down at the bag in his hand.

The school hospital does not give a bag for prescribing medicine. Tao Ling picked up an old one in the office just before he left.

He didn't change his face and continued to write: "I just remembered that I forgot to buy some medicine."

Handing over the phone again, Tao Ling suddenly found that Wen Qingying was wearing a half-length apron, navy blue.

The tall man wears an apron, and the scene does not seem to violate the harmony, and even the apron becomes a little better.

Just when Tao Ling pretended to look at people casually, Wen Qingying put the flowers on the shelf, and then he patted the soil on his apron and looked around, as if he was looking for a mobile phone, but he didn't remember it for a while. Where is it.

Seeing this, Tao Ling was a little impatient and stopped typing. Whether he could hear him or not, he simply said, "Wait."

Tao Ling suddenly felt like a fool when he went out.

Tao Ling, who thought he was a fool, ran to the pharmacy. There were too many people in it, and it was already a quarter of an hour after buying something.

When he was about to reach the door, Tao Ling suddenly didn't want to go in.

After hesitating for a moment, he stopped.

A boy stood in front of the flower shop, with one hand in his pocket and a rose in the other, he was looking up at Wen Qingying, his body was swaying from side to side, and he looked like he was acting like a spoiled child.

"Brother, can you help me pick another one?"

Tao Ling stood behind and saw the boy reaching out to touch Wen Qingying. Wen Qingying stepped back and stroked a flower and leaf on his shoulder.

Dead little gay.

Tao Ling stepped forward, and Wen Qingying smiled when she saw him.

The boy turned his head to see Tao Ling with an indifferent face, and frowned.

"Guest, do you want to buy flowers?" Tao Ling pushed up his glasses, "My brother can't hear you."

"Can't you hear?" The boy was stunned. "What do I say." He looked a little upset, but he couldn't say anything else. He just raised his orchid fingers and drew another rose from the flower bucket.

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