Chapter (52)
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Tao Ling said proudly: "Isn't it awesome?"
Wen Qingying smiled, understood what he meant, and let go of it a little embarrassedly.
Tao Ling took two steps forward, stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the night, then turned around again, Jianwen Qingying bent slightly, and looked at a wooden shelf in the corner.
On that shelf stood a glass jar containing a collection of fragments of vases.
Tao Ling wanted to walk to him, but when he lifted his foot, he accidentally tripped over the edge of the carpet, staggered, and rushed towards him.
Wen Qingying took a step forward to pick it up, and Tao Ling bumped into his arms.
After pausing for two seconds, Tao Ling rubbed his face against Wen Qingying's shoulder.
He only felt that his chest was very warm, and his mind was sticky, and he knew that he should get out of the way, but he couldn't get out of it no matter what.
After a moment of silence, he seemed to be looking for something, and because he was greedy for the temperature, he even moved closer. Just as he always feels that the quilt is not tight enough when he sleeps every night, at this moment he also wants to be wrapped tightly.
To escape the world.
Wen Qingying froze, holding her hands behind his back, keeping a little distance from him without moving. It wasn't until he realized that Tao Ling was silently seeking a hug that he gently closed his arms and put them around his back.
"You are looking at this," Tao Ling smiled, looking over his shoulder to the glass jar, and said intermittently, "This, this is Tao Jun's vase, it was broken. I picked it up and put it in the glass jar... …”
"The glass jar is full of broken moons. You can't even pick them up and put them back together."
"I have a jar of broken moons," he said.
Wen Qingying tightened her arms again, and opened her hands completely to cover his back, as if she wanted to cover him completely. Tao Ling's forehead was pressed against the side of his neck, and her breath fell hot on his skin.
The autumn moon is bright, and when I peek into the study from the balcony, a few rays of cold white frost want to enter the room, but are cruelly dispersed by the lights in the room.
Or merge into one.
"Wen Qingying," Tao Ling was still mumbling drunken words, "I don't have a moon anymore. My brother died... I don't have a moon since he died."
"Actually, I think my life is meaningless, but I, I don't dare to die. If I die, no one will remember him."
"What did you ask me about last time? About the relationship between studying religion and life. I really don't live a good life at all."
"Wen Qingying, Wen Qingying, your name is so nice... Wen Qingying," Tao Ling's last murmur before completely falling into a drunken dream was, "Happy birthday."
The person in his arms was completely silent. After a few minutes, Wen Qingying patted his arm twice, but there was no response. After confirming that he really fell asleep while standing, Wen Qingying couldn't help but smile.
But the smile only lasted for a moment, and the curve of the corners of his mouth quickly narrowed, and his lips were straightened into a line.
He stood quietly supporting Tao Ling, feeling the warmth of his body, which was so real. But because he was drunk, his vision was blurred, and this hug seemed like a dream.
The moonlight was silent and the world was silent. Wen Qingying lowered her head and placed a kiss on the top of Tao Ling's head. You can fall asleep quickly after drinking alcohol, but the quality of your sleep is actually not very good.
Tao Ling woke up because he was thirsty. He sat half-sitting in a daze and took a sip of water from the bedside. After drinking it, he was stunned for a moment - when was this water put here?
After a two-second pause, he suddenly woke up.
He was asleep, but where was Wen Qingying?
He hurriedly got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom door and looked into the living room, and suddenly fell silent.
Tao Ling likes to lie on the sofa and read, and sometimes he falls asleep while reading. Therefore, Tao Jun installed a night light next to the sofa to avoid inconvenience for him in the middle of the night.
At this time, the pale yellow light illuminated a small area. Wen Qingying was sitting in the corner of the sofa, with his head tilted and leaning on the backrest, half of his face was shrouded in weak light.
The sleeping face was extremely peaceful.
Tao Ling walked over slowly, intending to wake him up and go to sleep in the room, but after squatting next to him for a while, he saw that he was sleeping too soundly, so he gave up.
After a while, Tao Ling went back to the house and picked up a pillow and quilt.
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