Insomnia

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When the man received Wen Qingying's response, he paused, bowed to him, turned around and left the flower shop. He kept his gaze straight when he passed by Tao Ling, and got straight into the driver's seat.

The woman in the back seat looked arrogant and disdainful. She glanced at Wen Qingying, her eyes inexplicably vicious, but not as simple as hatred, just like...

Before Tao Ling could figure out what it was like, the car window had slowly closed, blocking everything in the car.

Watching this inexplicable scene, Tao Ling couldn't help but be speechless. He suddenly remembered that Wen Qingying had his neck scratched. This might be the woman who came back to him last time.

What kind of love, hate, and hatred are so clinging to? Or the love and hatred in a wealthy family.

Maybe it was a pot of blood that splashed all over the wall, no, the whole villa.

As the car drove away, Tao Ling was extremely curious, but in line with the principle that it had nothing to do with him, he still didn't ask anything when he entered the flower shop.

Wen Qingying's face was blank, but his expression was no longer as cold as before. He reached back and took a large bouquet of wrapped chrysanthemums and handed it to Tao Ling.

Sir, it's ready for you. There was also a small note attached.

Tao Ling mentioned it when he passed by here yesterday afternoon. The flowers in front of him at this time were all the freshest and fullest, the result of careful selection.

Tao Ling smiled, took it and scanned the code at the door. After paying the bill, he turned around and saw Wen Qingying holding the same bouquet of flowers.

Just as she raised her eyebrows inquiringly, Wen Qingying handed over her cell phone, which had already been typed: I also want to visit my mother. Can I go with my husband?

Tao Ling nodded and turned his gaze to the empty flower stand outside. The flowers had not been put out yet.

After Wen Qingying closed the store door, the two of them turned the corner together and went to the other side to take the subway.

Except for the first glance, Wen Qingying didn't have any strange look on her face. However, he didn't know if it was Tao Ling's misunderstanding, but he had a gut feeling that Wen Qingying was very unhappy.

The ultimate level of unhappiness.

This was the first time he took the subway with a deaf-mute person. Tao Ling was observing Wen Qingying along the way, but Wen Qingying looked like a healthy person who was thinking about things at most. His behavior was very normal, but he never looked around. He is unmoved by whatever sound he hears, that's all.

After all, he was still afraid that something would happen if he didn't hear the warning, so Tao Ling paid attention to him when he got in and out of the car, taking care of him intentionally or unintentionally. Wen Qingying didn't struggle. He went left when Tao Ling asked him to go left, and he went forward when Tao Ling asked him to go forward. He was very obedient.

After getting off the bus, Tao Ling suddenly thought about how great it would be if he was his younger brother. Even if he was a younger brother to a disabled person, it would definitely be more worry-free than being a younger brother to Tao Jun.

Because he was in a trance, he grabbed Wen Qingying's wrist and forgot to let go.

It wasn't until he approached a lamppost, Wen Qingying fell two steps behind to avoid bumping into it, and had to pull his hand, that Tao Ling suddenly reacted.

He let go and didn't say much. Wen Qingying naturally took two steps to follow.

It was already past ten o'clock when we arrived at the cemetery.

Except for the day Tao Jun was buried three years ago, this was the first time Tao Ling came to the cemetery with others.

Slowly climbing the stairs along the gentle slope, he reached the fork in the road that he encountered last time. He originally thought that Wen Qingying was going to continue going up, but he still followed Tao Ling.

Tao Ling turned his head, and he immediately caught his eye, blinked, and looked like he was asking for advice.

Let's go. Tao Ling smiled.

The tomb was as clean as ever. Xia Chaoyang must have been here on the day of the heavy rain. Tao Ling could be sure.

It's just that the flowers he bought have been cleared away long ago, and now they are abandoned in a dark corner. The petals that were once clean and pure may be rotting, and the corpse is black and mutilated. Starting from any place, it merges into the soil little by little, and slowly moves towards complete death.

It takes longer to die than to bloom, as if being unbearable is the truth.

But people don't like to face the truth.

Tao Ling turned around and saw Wen Qingying looking at the photo on the tombstone seriously. He smiled and said without expecting a response: It's exactly the same, isn't it?

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