Insomnia

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I've been wanting to buy a new vase since I broke it last time, but I don't know why I haven't bought it until now. Sometimes I go to Wen Qingying's flower shop and I can't help but buy some flowers. When I come back, I have no place to put them, so I have to sacrifice the idle washbasin.

The branches are immersed in water and cannot even be called inserted. At most, they are "poured" in.

However, the flowers in the pot are blooming just right. Wen Qingying introduced it and said that this variety is called "Camellia". It looks really good-looking, and the double petals do have a bit of a camellia look.

Why not just call Margaret? Tao Ling thought about it one way or another.

After looking at the flower paralysis for a moment, the post I saw after get off work came to mind again.

After a while, Tao Ling accidentally entered the post bar and found the post. He flipped through it and found that no one paid much attention to the sentence he posted at the end. He was just scolded for being a disappointment for a few floors. Then everyone's attention was focused on Wen Qingying. body.

The building is already very high, and there are all kinds of speculations. Some people have even started to make up stories, but the familiar IDs are just those.

Fortunately, the scope of influence should not be wide.

Tao Ling browsed boredly, and suddenly his eyes were caught by one of the floors. The reply from that floor was exactly what he said: "This so-and-so on the left, you said that we pay too much attention to other people's lives. If you didn't pay too much attention, Why did you click on this post about someone else's life? Are you saying that you have an abnormal possessiveness towards the flower shop owner? Are you not getting it yourself and not letting others see it?"

This article was buried in a mess of comments, with no further follow-up and no comments.

After reading those sentences twice, Tao Lingyang threw away the phone.

Paying too much attention to other people's lives...?

No, I just pass by him every day, and at most I have a few more exchanges than ordinary guests.

Sliding the mouse back and forth on the word interface, not a word of the paper that should be revised was touched, and it was already eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye.

Screw you for paying too much attention, other people have girlfriends, screw you for being possessive!

All day long, I know how to talk nonsense on the Internet!

Tao Ling glanced at the time, turned off the computer angrily, got up and went into the bathroom.

Insomnia as usual, almost all night.

The next day's class was in the large lecture hall of the graduate school. It was a must-select for first-year students in the entire college. There were nearly two hundred students on the course selection list. The roll call became a problem, so the monitors of each class reported it and that was it.

This class was taught by another teacher in the first half of the semester, and it was related to anthropology.

Tao Ling knew that this kind of platform class was not effective. Every class was like a lecture, and many students skipped. Coupled with the experience of the previous teacher, he was originally prepared for a very cold place, but unexpectedly, although no one was there, Probably all, at least the classroom looked close to full.

I was laughing at myself in my heart, but I should be content if I didn't sit there sparsely.

The school bell rings.

Tao Ling didn't like to introduce himself. He just wrote his name on the edge of the blackboard and simply said: "Hello everyone, I am Tao Ling from the religious institute. I will teach this course in the second half of the semester. Classes will begin now."

The classroom was buzzing until I opened the ppt and there were still whispers.

There are too many people, and even though they all claim to be high-quality talents, they still look like sparrows when put together.

"The ugly thing is up front. When I'm in class, I like to read and play with my mobile phone, but I'm not allowed to talk or eat. We're all adults and give each other some face. If you like listening but don't want to lose it, you don't want to get this credit. , don't force yourself." There was a fixed microphone above his head, Tao Ling had a cold face, and his emotionless voice spread.

As soon as these words came out, there was a lot of silence below.

Tao Ling pushed his glasses gently with the back of his hand and scanned the entire lecture hall, pausing somewhere for half a second before moving away without leaving a trace.

At the back of the classroom, Wen Qingying sat against the wall with a pen and paper in front of him.

He was staying peacefully among the crowd, looking at Tao Ling seriously.

That gesture was the tranquility that belonged to Wen Qingying alone. He didn't know why, but at this moment, just this moment, Tao Ling suddenly felt that this tranquility belonged to him too.

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