A knock on the door started.

"Shh." Qin Yinong made a gesture to Qin Jianing in the video, "Mom goes and opens the door and comes back later."

"Okay." Ning Ning said obediently.

Qin Yinong put his phone upside down on the bedside table, adjusted to a light but polite smile, and walked towards the door. At this time, only Tang Ruoyao would come and knock on her door.

Less than an hour ago, Qin Yinong had just refused her request to come and take a shower in the bathroom. One reason was that the child had exceeded his arduousness today, and the other reason was that she and Ningning made an appointment to have a video.

What excuses does she have now?

Qin Yinong opened the door and greeted warmly, "Teacher Tang." A trace of just the right doubts and troubles appeared on his brows, "Is there anything wrong with looking for me so late?"

Tang Ruoyao stood in a daze at her door, pursing his thin lips slightly, and didn't say anything.

"Teacher Tang?"

"I'll borrow something." Tang Ruoyao opened his mouth and stuttered.

“What to borrow?”

"Borrow..." Tang Ruoyao's eyes flashed and hesitated.

Qin Yinan's lips curled slightly, and there was no way she could tell that she was temporarily editing.

"Borrowing books." Tang Ruoyao had a sudden inspiration and said, "Yes, I'm here to borrow books. It's still early. I'm bored in the room. I want to ask Teacher Qin for this book."

"Didn't you bring a lot of books?" Qin Yinong raised his eyebrows, but this time he didn't act so foolishly.

"I've seen it all." Tang Ruoyao looked at her and said without changing his expression.

Qin Yinong silently and said, "Come in."

Like Tang Ruoyao, Qin Yinong is a book lover who is very concerned about dust. Except for the one that is usually flipped on the bedside table, the rest are kept in a special box. It is worthy of carrying a helping person with him. This box of books is like a mobile library, and ordinary people will not bring them at all.

Qin Yinong glanced at the cell phone not far away, withdrew his gaze, and looked at Tang Ruoyao who was squatting on the ground and carefully selected books.

"Teacher Qin doesn't like reading e-books?" Tang Ruoyao scraped his head and found a gossip and chatted with her. Although she came over with an impulse, it did not mean that she didn't know what to say. Because of this, she realized more clearly that she was not qualified to say it now, but was not discouraged by it, but became more and more full of fighting spirit.

Qin Yinong is like a puzzle treasure hunting game. After joining the crew, she has been in the process of getting to know her. Every time she gets a little information, she can piece together more parts of the content, and finally complete the content of the puzzle and find a unique treasure in the world hidden in the cave.

The more precious it is, the longer the road to it will be, and she is already ready.

"There is no sense of immersion in the e-book." Qin Yi urged her in a low voice, "Have you picked it? You can take the whole box back and pick it slowly."

"..." Tang Ruoyao paused his knuckles and said, "Teacher Qin has something to do?"

Qin Yinong nodded.

"Then I'm not polite." Tang Ruoyao followed the serene, closed the lid of the box and pushed the heavy box out.

Qin Yinong sat at the head of the bed: "Close the door by the way, thank you."

When Qin Yinong heard the door lock click, he was still worried. He got up to confirm it and then picked up his phone with confidence. Ningning was already familiar with Tang Ruoyao's voice, and he knew it was her without confirming it with Qin Yinong.

The child had a mysterious persistence towards his mother's friend, and once again asked when he would get to know each other. Qin Yinong continued to perfunctory words such as "having time".

Qin Jianing curled his lips.

Qin Yinong coaxed her: "Mom brings you a gift next time she goes home. What do you want?"

It doesn't work for a smart child like Ningning. She turned her face away and played a rare trick.

An old female voice came from the video, and Qin Yinong said, "Mom."

Ji Shulan put the snow-treading Jiabai, who was raised at home, on the sofa, and Ningning's attention was immediately attracted, and she lowered her head and played with the cat. Ji Shulan unknowingly adjusted the flat camera and aimed at herself.

Qin Yinong: "How are you in good health recently?"

"It's pretty good." Ji Shulanzai looked at her carefully and said, "How are you? You've lost weight again."

"I haven't lost weight, I'm still fat." Qin Yinong pinched his cheek and smiled.

Ji Shulan: "Well, my face seems to be a little round."

Qin Yinong smiled.

Ji Shulan paused and said clichély: "Take care, don't work too hard."

"I know." Qin Yinong asked with concern, "How is Ningning in kindergarten?"

Ji Shulan couldn't help laughing: "Okay, before I videotape with you today, the teacher called to praise her, saying that she was obedient and sensible, had strong self-consciousness and discipline." Ji Shulan thought of something, her smile faded, looked at Ning Ning who was playing on the side, and whispered, "The teacher said she was too quiet, a little introverted, and didn't play with other children. It was okay last semester, but this semester became more and more obvious."

"Has she been bullied in the garden?" Qin Yinong knew that children nowadays like to compare themselves regardless of age. When they didn't understand material things, they would compare themselves with their parents so that they could look different. Qin Jianing's situation was even more serious. She had no father, and Qin Yinong didn't let her talk about who her mother was outside, so it would be better not to mention it at all, so she could only hide quietly in the corner and not participate in the topic.

Ji Shulan was silent for a moment and said, "It's... a child is talking about her."

Qin Yi's thick eyebrows and eyes were stained with a sharp look, and he said in a deep voice: "I understand."

Qin Yinong and Ji Shulan deliberately avoided Ningning and chatted for a while. Ji Shulan asked Ningning to come over and say good night to Qin Yinong, and hung up the video.

Qin Yinong folded his hands and pillowed behind his head, opened his eyes wide, and stared at the bright white chandeliers above his head in a daze.

***

Tang Ruoyao, separated by a wall, flipped through all the covers of Qin Yinong's box and took pictures. Except for psychology, most of them were philosophy. Tang Ruoyao chose the "Biography of Wittgenstein" and placed it on the bedside table that he could easily get, and went back to return the book.

Another chance to knock on the door.

Qin Yinong didn't get up this time, but shouted directly: "Come in." She didn't lock the door.

Tang Ruoyao pushed the door and returned the box to its original position, reporting what he had taken away. Qin Yinan nodded absent-mindedly.

"Mr. Qin has something to worry about?"

"Yes." Qin Yinong replied to her.

Tang Ruoyao came over, stretched out his hands with his arbitrary intention, put his finger on her temples, and gently massaged her.

Qin Yinong did not expect her to be so bold, but did not scold her. Instead, he closed his eyes gently and felt the pressure of the temples appropriately pressing the pressure, and his tense nerves slowly relaxed.

Tang Ruoyao did not take the opportunity to take advantage of Qin Yinong, and pressed it in a regular manner.

Recently, due to the progress of the plot of the movie, the two seemingly progressive relationship has blinded Tang Ruoyao's eyes. Qin Yinong's attitude is indulging in a 180-degree turn compared to before, but this does not mean that she accepts or is trying to accept herself. It is just another way of passive resistance. Once the movie is finished, Qin Yinong will bring their relationship back to its original position without hesitation.

A woman who is heartless to her and even more heartless to herself.

Compared to physical closeness, what she wants more now is to contact Qin Yinong's blocked heart as much as possible. Because of this calmness, she is particularly free of distractions.

The indoor quietness may be because of her precipitated temperament that affected Qin Yinong, and the soreness and swelling of Qin Yinong's temples relieved a lot of it.

"Okay." She opened her eyes, looked soothing, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"Teacher Qin is polite." Tang Ruoyao took his hand back and said humorously, "If you feel sorry, just send me money."

Qin Yinong touched her mobile phone and transferred money to her on WeChat. She looked at the red envelope records coming and going inside and fell into deep thought.

Tang Ruoyao did not bring his cell phone over, so he leaned over and took a look, and smiled immediately, with melancholy hidden in his smile.

It has been so long since they joined the group. They have been staying together all the time and have never had a serious text chat in private. Doesn’t this mean anything?

After a brief pause, Qin Yinong tapped his fingertips on the keyboard a few times and sent a red envelope.

"Good night."

"Good night." Tang Ruoyao pursed his lips, slowly retreated, and closed the door gently.

Qin Yinong took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, poured out a glass and placed it on the small table next to the balcony lounge chair. She sat in the lounge chair herself, reading through the light of the balcony. After a long time, the mobile phone next to the red wine glass shook.

She slid open the screen, and a message popped up below the red envelope record just now: [Wittgenstein's last words said, "Tell them, I have had an excellent life." He has obviously been in pain and despair all his life. Do you think he is really open-minded or pretending to be open-minded and becoming famous after all]

Qin Yinong: “…”

What a boring topic I looked for in the middle of the night.

But Qin Yinong replied: [Have you finished reading the book?]

Tang Ruoyao answered obediently: [No, I just read ten pages]

Qin Yinong: [Temporarily search for other people's information online?]

Tang Ruoyao scratched his ears and foreheads in his room, and was about to be scolded.

Qin Yinong typed: [I used to ask you to write reading notes, so you can also go online to read the introduction?]

Tang Ruoyao hurriedly said: [No! I'm going to read a book]

She wanted to talk to Qin Yinong, so she put her ideas into the book she had just borrowed, and hurriedly searched for a famous quote and ran over to ask Qin Yinong. Sure enough, Qin Yinong exposed it.

Qin Yinong: [[If I hit you, I will hit you. Do you still have to choose a life?jpg]]

Tang Ruoyao stuck out his tongue, hugged the book and chewed it seriously, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

At least Qin Yinong is willing to discuss with her, right?

Qin Yinong stared at the news that the red envelope records on the screen was no longer there, and was stunned. He quit and sent a message to Guan Han: [Buy another copy of "The Legend of Wittgenstein" for me and put it in the drawer of the bedside table in my room tomorrow]

She just happened to have not read this book yet. She was afraid that she would not know anything after Tang Ruoyao finished reading it.

***

"Good morning." Tang Ruoyao, who came out of the room, yawned, his voice hoarse and low, his face without makeup was a little pale, and he was in poor spirits.

"Before morning." Qin Yinong asked, "When did you go to bed last night?"
To be continued...