Insomnia

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Tao Ling went into the beef noodle restaurant next door. After lunch, he came out and looked again. The door was still closed.

I looked back and forth and saw that there was no contact information posted on the door like other stores. I was probably afraid that someone who didn't know would call and not be able to answer the call.

After standing on the side of the road for a while, his cell phone rang. Tao Ling turned around and walked home while picking it up.

I originally planned to read a book, but ended up spending an entire afternoon at home. In the evening, my colleagues in the outer courtyard seemed to be bored, so they sent another message: "Brother Ling, are you okay tonight? Come out for a drink."

Tao Ling lay on the sofa and replied simply: "I won't come."

The other side said: "Brother Ling, you are so indifferent to me."

Tao Ling: "..."

Colleague: “I’m kidding, so what are you doing tonight?”

Tao Ling thought for a moment and glanced at the washbasin still on the coffee table. He sat up and replied: "Go out and buy a vase."

Colleague: "Are you still arranging flowers?"

Tao Ling: "No?"

Colleague: "Okay, okay, you can do anything. Just change your name to Tao Xing."

After closing the dialogue window and pausing for two seconds, Tao Ling took advantage of the opportunity to get up, change his shoes and go out.

Buy a vase.

I took the usual route to work because the nearest place where I could buy vases was, of course, Wen Qingying’s shop.

Turning around the street, the lights were brightly lit all the way. Tao Ling walked along the sidewalk and saw clearly from three storefronts away - the store was still closed.

It didn't even open the door all day.

As they were about to reach the door, Tao Ling still felt embarrassed even though no one knew his true purpose. He just pretended to be passing by and walked straight without expression, entering a supermarket behind the corner.

Three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, the flower shop will have to close down sooner or later.

After picking up a bunch of extra daily necessities from the supermarket, he went home and lay down on the sofa. Tao Ling suddenly felt so boring.

Life is boring, he usually thinks this way, but tonight is different. He realizes very clearly that it's not that life is boring, but that he is boring.

Tao Ling is a boring person.

This is a common evaluation of him by others, and I have heard it openly and secretly.

Looking at the shopping bags in the supermarket, Tao Ling suddenly understood this sentence.

I didn't go out on Sunday, so I saw Wen Qingying again on Monday. Tao Ling passed by the flower shop after get off work and heard Qingying smiling at him.

Everything is the same as before.

There were customers in the flower shop, making it difficult to communicate, and Tao Ling didn't want to delay Wen Qingying's time, so he just picked a handful of flowers.

When giving the money, someone was poking at Wen Qingying, asking him to look at his phone.

Tao Ling scanned the code, paid the bill and started to leave. Wen Qingying hurriedly took a small card from the shelf and put it into his hand.

Fingers slid across the palm inadvertently.

Tao Ling turned around, heard Qingying smiled, turned his back and continued busy.

When he reached the end of the street, Tao Ling opened the card and saw a bouquet of flowers outlined with lines, just like the one in his hand.

The card read: "Sir, this is a violet, from the Brassicaceae family. When planting, cut the roots at 45 degrees, keep the water clean, and keep the petals and leaves away from water. Put it in a ventilated place to survive longer."

Sign "Wen Qingying" on the lower right.

When did you start the business? Really busy. Tao Ling was a little confused. If you sell a bouquet of flowers, do you get a corresponding small card? Girls used to start with "Ms."?

Yes, there are always other gentlemen and ladies who want to buy flowers.

The noodle shop he often went to downstairs was not open today, so Tao Ling planned to go home and cook. Unexpectedly, finding some food at home was more difficult than mining.

The refrigerator was empty except for the last egg. It was broken when opened, and the yolk had flowed everywhere, confusing the boundary with the egg white.

The beginning of rot is penetration.

In the end, I only found half a handful of dried noodles and a sprouted potato when I rummaged through the cabinets.

When he was about to throw the potatoes, he paused and simply took a bowl and threw it in. He planned to find some soil to bury it tomorrow. Maybe he could keep the rose as a companion and help the poor family become a noble.

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