Insomnia

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Just after turning two pages, someone suddenly rang the doorbell outside. Tao Ling thought it was an auditory hallucination at first, but the sound continued.

With a strong premonition, he opened the door and was immediately greeted with a firm hug.

When the door closed, Tao Ling hugged Wen Qingying back in a daze.

When they finally left, Wen Qingying kissed Tao Ling and was about to leave. Tao Ling followed him to the door and grabbed his hand.

Wen Qingying turned around, touched his face, then gently licked the corner of his mouth, and typed on the mobile phone: "I didn't hug Mr. tonight, so I'll make it up. Fortunately, someone swiped his card to enter the community just now, Mr. I I have to go, my sister is still at home."

Tao Ling raised his head to kiss him, then watched him go out, then entered the study and went to the balcony, and soon saw his leaving figure.

I don't know if this hug has any magical power, but after Wen Qingying returned home to report that she was safe, Tao Ling retreated into bed again, and dreamed of Duke Zhou in less than half an hour.

The next day I got up early and went to the Cultural Palace. I followed the signs to the door of the sign language class. Before I stepped in, Tao Ling was stunned when he glanced at the stage. In the middle of the class, there was a half-hour break. Tao Ling and Wen Qing were reflected on the top floor of the Cultural Palace and stood by the window in the corridor. The two had their first conversation of the day.

The sign language training classes at the Cultural Palace are divided into two types. The class Tao Ling attended was for able-bodied people. Most of them come from people with disabilities at home. There are two teachers in the class, one is able-bodied and the other is Wen Qingying, who is teaching as a deaf-mute.

Tao Ling had made up his mind to learn sign language until this morning. He didn't think anything of it at first, but when he suddenly saw Wen Qingying, his mentality suddenly became strange.

When he was learning from below, he was always reluctant to look at Wen Qingying, as if his selfishness had been caught, he was a little ashamed, and his gestures were always bad.

He recovered from the previous class, took out his mobile phone and asked, "Have you been working here all this time?"

Wen Qingying nodded and replied: "Yes sir, I and several other colleagues will alternate between morning and afternoon classes. I studied here before."

Tao Ling looked at him for a long time, smiled, shook his head mockingly, and asked, "Is it obligatory?"

"Yes." Wen Qingying replied.

Seeing that Tao Ling didn't respond, he continued to bow his head and type: "Sir, I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't know what to say. I didn't see you on Saturdays before. I really wanted to stay with you on weekends, but I'm here I have been helping here for a long time. Sometimes I go to the next class and many children come over. They are all used to me."

During this period, Tao Ling didn't look at his phone, but only looked at him, showing an expression of fascination without even realizing it.

After Wen Qingying finished sending the message, she looked up, saw his features clearly, opened her mouth slightly, and was startled.

Tao Ling took a step forward, touched his face and said, "Wen Qingying, you are so kind." After speaking, he raised his head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Wen Qingying pursed her lips, grabbed his hand and held it tightly, leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

The Palace of Culture is right in the city center, not too far away. We walked home together after class at noon, and Tao Ling was still replaying the class in his mind.

There was actually nothing difficult about the first class, but as soon as I recalled it, some things became blurry.

I heard the teacher say that the most difficult thing for able-bodied people to learn sign language is word order. The expressions of deaf-mute people have their own characteristics. Written language is linear, but sign language is not.

After thinking about it, Tao Ling began to regret that he didn't do his homework in advance, his hardware didn't keep up, and he still had to buy a sign language dictionary first. This felt like learning English for the first time when he was a child.

Just as he was thinking silently, a message came from Wen Qingying next to him: "Sir, don't keep thinking about it. When Zhang Sanfeng taught Zhang Wuji, he taught him to forget, and forgetting will succeed."

Tao Ling smiled, looked at him sideways, and typed: "My surname is Tao, not Zhang, and I don't have a sword in my hand."

After sending it, he wrote: "Teacher, can you teach me again when you get home?"

Wen Qingying narrowed her eyes with laughter after reading the words. She tried to look serious for a while and nodded seriously.

When they reached the corner of the street, a black car parked next to two people.

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