Insomnia

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Wen Qingying was his straw, making him panic and almost want to run away, but at the same time, she gave him the only support.

After crying for too long, my eyes hurt so much that I couldn't open them, my mind was dizzy, and my forehead felt cold, a bit like a bad cold, but my heart had calmed down a lot.

Reason slowly returned, Tao Ling was a little embarrassed. He wanted to let go of Wen Qingying, but Wen Qingying still held him and never let go. She gently pressed the back of his head with one hand and let him continue to rest on his shoulder.

This action was so intimate that Tao Ling felt nervous. He wanted to see Wen Qingying's expression, but he couldn't break free from his arms. After a moment of stalemate, he simply gave up control of himself and tightened his arms around Wen Qingying's shoulders and neck without letting go.

Probably tired from crying, sleepiness gradually spread over his mouth and nose. Tao Ling yawned and unconsciously rubbed his eyes against Wen Qingying's shoulder. Wen Qingying noticed the movement and carefully let go of him.

Looking at each other, Wen Qingying's expression was as pure as before, with a hint of worry between his eyebrows. After looking at Tao Ling for a long time, he raised his hand and gently touched the end of his eye.

Feeling a little itchy, Tao Ling raised his hand as if to block it, but in one move, he grabbed his long and strong fingers.

For a long while, each other's hands parted tacitly, as if nothing happened. Tao Ling turned around and looked for his cell phone on the table. He turned around and couldn't find it. Wen Qingying just stood there and watched him busy.

After a while, he accurately opened a book, picked up Tao Ling's cell phone and handed it over.

Tao Ling smiled hastily, took it, and typed: I'm sorry, I lost my temper. It's my brother's birthday today, and I didn't handle my emotions well. After a moment, he added: Thank you.

After Wen Qingying read this, she suddenly snatched his cell phone and placed it gently on the table. Then she hugged him again and gave him a silent answer.

The urge to cry came up again, but Tao Ling couldn't bear it, knowing that Wen Qingying understood everything.

In the middle of the night, the two of them sat together on the large sofa, shoulder to shoulder, covered with the same quilt, saying nothing, and trying their best not to think about anything, until they fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

Tao Ling had a deep sleep, without even dreaming. When he woke up, he found himself leaning in Wen Qingying's arms, pillowing his arms.

In the early morning, the light was so dim that it looked like fog. Wen Qingying was still sleeping soundly. Tao Ling tilted his head cautiously, and his lips gently touched the skin on the side of his neck as if by accident.

Stop at the touch of a button.

Two seconds later, Tao Ling turned around and saw that the study door was still wide open. The light starts from the balcony and gradually transitions to the body below.

Morning, Wen Qingying. He said softly. Got off the sofa.

More than ten minutes later, Wen Qingying woke up.

His eyes were so swollen that Tao Ling temporarily took half a day off. Wen Qingying left around noon and made an appointment with Tao Ling to have dinner together in the evening.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Tao Ling smelled the fragrance as soon as he arrived at the door of the flower shop. When he went in, he saw Wen Qingying serving rice, which turned out to be clay pot rice cooked in a rice cooker.

Seeing the surprised look on Tao Ling's face, Wen Qingying laughed.

After the heavy rain, the weather turned colder completely. The sycamore trees at the street entrance were vicissitudes of life, and the last bit of greenery disappeared without a trace.

It's Friday again, and there are fewer and fewer people in the platform class. This time, only half of the classroom is occupied. When the bell rang, Tao Ling suddenly decided to draw roll.

As soon as the words came out, the people below took out their mobile phones one after another.

Wen Qingying smiled when he saw this. Tao Ling pretended to look at him casually and said, There is no need to inform your classmates to come. From now on, they will come in one by one and sign up one by one. They will all be counted as absent from class. I will draw some points later, but if you don't come, Those who don’t draw are considered lucky, those who don’t draw but come late are considered bad luck.”

If you come, you will definitely die. If you don't come, you will have half a chance of survival. It's your choice.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Tao Ling's face was expressionless when he spoke, and could even be called indifferent. Wen Qingying looked at him seriously, but what she thought about was the way he looked when he laughed in private.

But after that day, he thought more about his tears.

Tao Ling was still taking roll call on the stage, and a few people who were not afraid of death came in from the back door. He actually asked them their student IDs and names one by one, and no one dared to use the excuse of being late.

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