Chapter (18)
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Wen Qingying stood up and Tao Ling pointed back vaguely: "A friend's shop."
Xia Chaoyang smiled: "No wonder you said you had an appointment with someone."
Tao Ling simply curled his lips and said nothing more.
Xia Chaoyang picked two handfuls of flowers, and Tao Ling and Wen Qingying pointed to the QR code on the door at the same time.
After paying the bill, Xia Chaoyang didn't rush to leave. Instead, he stood there, as if he was hesitant to speak. Wen Qingying was also standing nearby. The three of them stood in a triangle, and the store was extremely quiet for a while.
After half a minute, Tao Ling asked, "Teacher Xia, do you want to buy anything else?"
Xia Chaoyang shook his head: "It's nothing." After a long while, he finally asked: "Junior brother Tao, is your brother... in the western suburbs?"
Tao Ling said "hmm".
"See you later." Xia Zhaoyang said.
Before turning around, he took a deep look at Tao Ling, his eyes extremely gentle. Wen Qingying saw his face clearly, but felt that his eyes were covered with moisture.
It was as if he wasn't looking at Tao Ling.
After waiting for a long time, Tao Ling took the flowers and said goodbye to Wen Qingying.
The store was completely silent this time. Wen Qingying took two more sips of the glass of juice and frowned slightly.
A strong wind blew outside, and the scattered fallen leaves on the roadside were stirred up. After a while, they gathered together and swirled around an invisible center.
Like a wild dance, like a sacrifice.
Wen Qingying stood up and walked to the door, leaned against the flower stand, and looked up at a cloudy sky that was gathering dark clouds.
It rained heavily that night, and starting the next day, the air suddenly became colder. It was barely enough to wear a long-sleeved shirt in the office.
After more than half a week, the large bunch of daisies that had been put together finally showed signs of decline, and then quickly died within two days.
That pot of roses is still growing well. It blooms and fades, and there are always flowers to see.
On Saturday, Tao Ling got up early.
This day is Tao Jun's death day, and he is going to the cemetery.
I walked on my usual way to work, turned the corner, and saw a luxury car parked on the street in the distance, right in front of the flower shop. At first he didn't think of Wen Qingying, but as he approached half a minute later, Tao Ling saw a strange man standing in the store.
The man was wearing a black suit, with his back to the store door, and was gesticulating something to Wen Qingying.
Wen Qingying pursed her lips and frowned slightly, her mood seemed a little unstable.
When the man stopped, he gestured skillfully, and when the man was about to express his words, he stretched out his palm and pushed it outward quickly.
If Tao Ling guessed correctly, this action should mean rejection. After making this gesture, Wen Qingying glanced outside and suddenly saw Tao Ling standing at the door.
The eyes of both parties met, and the anger disappeared from Wen Qingying's face. The process was not fast, but it was extremely natural, and there was no awkward look of being hit or anything.
The man turned back following Wen Qingying's gaze, and Tao Ling could clearly see his appearance. He was tough and handsome. At least it didn't look like he was forcing or threatening Wen Qingying.
Just when Tao Ling was about to enter the store, the window of the luxury car on the roadside suddenly rolled down, revealing a face that was as beautiful as a poster star.
Tao Ling's eyebrows raised unconsciously, thinking to himself, was this a TV series?
The woman glanced at him and quickly looked away. Although there was no obvious contempt, the disdain was obvious.
You and other civilians.
Tao Ling could almost translate her attitude into words.
"Bai, let's go." The woman called, her voice low.
But the man in the black suit obviously knew her very well. Even if he couldn't hear clearly, he could confirm the order and responded respectfully: "Okay, ma'am."
Wen Qingying stood there with an expressionless face, quickly made a series of gestures, and then lowered her arms, no longer paying attention to the person in front of her, and never glanced at the car.
Tao Ling could tell from his attitude that he didn't want to have any contact with the woman outside.
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