Insomnia

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The boy approached, as if to greet Tao Ling, and silently pouted the corner of his mouth at him.

But Tao Ling was taking out his phone and didn't notice his expression. Looking up again, Tao Ling only saw an overly handsome expressionless face, which was even more heart-pounding than when he saw it from a distance.

What is an adjective called, yes, Jianmei Xingmu.

Tao Ling asked, "Boss, how much is it?"

The boy looked at his lips seriously, as if to discern the content of his words. When Tao Ling finished speaking, he raised his arms, his right hand pointed out his index finger, and his left hand folded into a circle.

Tao Ling nodded and said in his heart that sure enough, then it was a pity. While scanning the QR code on the glass door.

The transfer page appeared, and the avatar of the payee was a light green daisy, exactly the same as the one in his own hand, and the id was "Wen Qingying". The account should be verified by real name, so it is in brackets, the first two words in it are asterisks, and the last one is "ying".

The clear reflection is in the Chengyuan, and the solitary roar is among the absolute ridges.

It's really a good name if it's called Wen Qingying.

After Tao Ling transferred the account, he saw that Wen Qingying had entered the store, and he didn't care whether he paid or not.

There is a small table against the wall in the room, and it is covered with flower-wrapped material. Wen Qingying is rummaging for things, and when he raises his hand, the shirt at the back waist is wrinkled along the lines of the muscles.

Tadao Yoshikawa said that the flow of social classes ultimately boils down to people's free will. How to be a mute in a flower shop and a healthy person called a "teacher"?

Fuck your free will.

Tao Ling stood there for two seconds and was about to leave when Wen Qingying suddenly turned around with a piece of kraft paper and shook it at him. The paper shakes out in the breeze, making a slight noise.

Tao Ling paused, Wen Qingying waved again, pointing to the flower in his arms.

Judging from the proficiency of smelling Qingying Baohua, Tao Ling concluded that this was definitely his first time in a flower shop, and he might have to catch a duck on the shelves.

Wen Qingying's movements are not clumsy, but only for Baohua, that hand seems to be too big. After pressing the flower branch and the wrapping paper, when I pulled the transparent adhesive with one hand, I always couldn't pull it out.

Tao Ling wanted to laugh more and more, and finally helped to suppress the flower stem. Wen Qingying let go of her arms, went into battle with both hands, and finally stumbled and wrapped the flowers.

The slender hand holds the dark yellow kraft paper, the blue veins on the back of the hand are dark, and the knuckles are stretched and beautiful. Wen Qingying held the flower and handed it to Tao Ling, while picking up a card on the table to show him.

The card reads: "You can live a long time with frequent water changes."

Wen Qingying still had a calm expression on her face, not as embarrassed as Tao Ling imagined, nor was she embarrassed, just like it was only natural for him to have a flower shop but not knowing how to wrap flowers.

"Thank you." Tao Ling said.

When he took the flowers, Wen Qingying turned around and took out a hydrangea to trim the branches and leaves.

Tao Ling slanted the corner of his mouth and went out of the store.

The cemetery is in the suburbs, and you have to transfer to the bus if you take the subway. Although you got off work a little earlier today, it was already 6:30 when you arrived at the destination.

The location of the tomb to go to is a bit high. Since the semester started, Tao Ling has been busy since the beginning of the semester. Tao Ling has a lot less time to exercise, and when he climbed up, he felt a little tired.

Holding the flower in one hand and a coat on his wrist, he sat down on a tomb platform, leaning on his side against the icy stele.

The black and white photo on the tombstone was very clear. It was a man in his thirties. He was described as elegant and elegant. At first glance, he looked almost exactly like Tao Ling, but his eyes were much calmer than Tao Ling.

"Tao Jun, I'm fucking exhausted. What do you think you chose this place? Are you tossing me on purpose?" Tao Ling complained.

Taking the opportunity to put Daisy aside: "Here it is. It's a big handsome guy, no, it's a little handsome guy, and that's not right, it's a little big handsome guy who wrapped it up for you, it's a bit scattered, for the sake of being handsome, you will just do it. a bit."

Crows flew by, and twilight was approaching.

"But to be honest, you have a good environment here, so you don't have to worry about dust allergies." Tao Ling continued, "You see that crows are bigger than the city's crows, so fat, I don't know if they will taste good after roasting. Don't eat wild animals."

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