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He smiled as usual, pointed at the candle, and motioned for Wen Qingying to blow it away.

Wen Qingying held up his fingers to indicate one, two, three. Counting to three, the two of them blew out the light together.

"Happy birthday Wen Qingying, I wish you find the meaning of life." Tao Ling said clearly in the darkness.

Two seconds later, the indoor lights came back on.

"This time it's really time to eat! It's time to eat!" Tao Ling looked a little excited.

Wen Qingying smiled and opened a can of wine for him.

Eating in silence, two cans of wine were bottomed out before he knew it, and the red wine was opened. His head was already slightly dizzy, and Tao Ling began to speak without expecting a response.

"Wen Qingying, you are so young. You are twenty-four years old. Let me think about what I was doing when I was twenty-four. Oh yes, I was in my third year of graduate school when I was twenty-four."

He took the cup and bumped it with Wen Qingying. Wen Qingying looked as if she had never drank, her face was as usual, and she looked at him seriously.

Tao Ling smiled: "It's good to be twenty-four years old. At that time, Tao Jun's bastard was still alive. It was so funny. There was a time when I was writing a master's thesis and I broke down. If he wanted to take me out, I would beat him up. One day I said I wanted to die, but I was just joking. Who didn’t say that he wanted to die when he wrote his dissertation? In the end, he dragged me to the roof of their company, the 22nd floor, and told me You jump..."

"He said he would forget about me immediately after I danced, and I completely disappeared."

"He's too fierce, isn't he?" Tao Ling said in a low voice, filling his glass complacently, "I'm telling you, it's his birthday in two days, but it's only a birthday for a dead person. It's so unfair, he won't let me die and kill myself died."

There was a moment of silence after saying this, Tao Ling sighed, still smiling, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's your birthday today, but I still say this, luckily you couldn't hear me...I'm sorry that didn't mean it...but I've been talking about it for a long time. I’ve never had a meal with anyone at home, it feels so strange.”

The wine in the glass ran out again, and Tao Ling wanted to pour it, but just as he grasped the neck of the bottle, Wen Qingying suddenly raised his hand, and his entire palm covered the back of his hand, preventing him from moving.

Tao Ling's heart froze, and he looked down at his hand. After a while, he stretched out his other hand, grabbed his finger, and pulled it open bit by bit.

This process is long, and the palms of the hands are pressing on the backs of the hands. No one is willing to admit defeat and move first. Finally, Wen Qingying suddenly figured it out and relaxed slightly. Tao Ling finally took his hand away smoothly and put it on the table without moving for a long time.

The hands are still stacked together, as if they are holding each other.

After a long time, Tao Ling realized that this action was wrong. He backed away calmly, knowing that he was a little drunk.

While he could still type, he dragged his phone over and wrote: "It's too late."

It's too late...and then what?

Tao Ling frowned, his fingers stopped on the screen of his phone, and he forgot what he wanted to say.

Wen Qingying looked at him for a while, then went to pick up the bottle again, but instead of trying to stop him from drinking, she took the initiative to fill up two wine glasses.

Tao Ling gave a thumbs up, got up and took two bottles of wine from the cabinet next to him, sat back, put the bottles on the table with a bang, and said loudly, "If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!"

After drinking until late at night, Tao Ling was already confused. He lay on the table for a while, then suddenly remembered something, he stumbled up and went to pull Wen Qingying.

Wen Qingying finally appeared drunk, but she looked much more sober than Tao Ling. He didn't struggle at all, just got up following Tao Ling's strength, and followed him.

The two held hands and went to the study room. At this time, no one felt that there was anything wrong with this movement. They even entangled each other's hands vigorously, for fear of breaking free.

Tao Ling walked in front and said, "I'll take you to see the roses. The one you sent me is still alive."

After entering the study, Tao Ling finally let go of Wen Qingying.

He fumbled to turn on the light, walked to the balcony and opened the French windows, Wen Qingying followed him all the time, was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly pinched his wrist.

Tao Ling struggled a bit, but didn't break away, almost out of breath from laughing. He turned his head to look at Wen Qingying, and pointed to the balcony, motioning him to look out.

There was a small pot of roses on the edge of the balcony. It was almost winter, but the flowers and leaves were still lush.

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