What should I do if the avatar is getting more and more cute?

Seeing Zhou Qingluo counting the money with him in a serious manner, Song Ling didn't dare to say the phrase "underpants are a bit tight" on his lips.

He was cowardly.

He didn't know what happened. Some people tried their best to get into his arms, and now they even have to pay for a pair of underwear.

He froze his face, and after a few seconds of silence, he walked to the dining table with a speechless expression.

Song Ling was fascinated by the hot home-cooked food on the table, he was really hungry.

In order to transfuse Song Jinyi's blood, the meals he ate were carefully calculated. Although they were delicacies, they were tasteless.

Zhou Qingluo: "Eat quickly."

Song Ling picked up the bowls and chopsticks, buried his head in eating, and said nothing, while Zhou Qingluo picked up the tablet and started drawing.

In the small space, the two of them didn't make a sound, and they were doing their own things seriously. It was clear that they had only known each other for a short time, and they were inexplicably harmonious in this quiet atmosphere.

The dark clouds outside the house came and went, came and went, and the rain in June stopped and stopped, and it stopped and fell again. It was different from the storm outside, but the house was like an ivory tower, comfortable and peaceful.

After Song Ling finished eating, he brought the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, and Zhou Qingluo looked up at him, showing the air of a master: "Put it there, I'll wash it later."

Although Zhou Qingluo's kitchen is small, it is kept very clean. The range hood and stove are as good as new, and there is no trace of cooking a large table of dishes here just now.

Song Ling consciously washed the dishes.

Zhou Qingluo was also polite, bowed his head and continued to draw.

He suddenly found that his efficiency was a bit high, and he had already drawn several pages in just a short while. If the second-hand tablet computer was not too laggy, he could still draw one more page.

I don't know when Song Ling came to him and stared at his tablet.

Zhou Qingluo quickly put it away, with a displeased expression: "Peeping is shameful."

Song Ling: "You also signed a contract with Xingchen Comics Network?"

"Also? Who else?"

Song Ling paused, but did not answer his question, "What's your pen name?"

"Of course I can't tell you."

Song Ling laughed, "Zhou Qingluo, do you think if I want to know, will I know?"

Zhou Qingluo recalled the description in the original book, that any firewall is transparent in front of him, and combined with the fact that he cracked the takeaway backstage within 10 minutes, Zhou Qingluo subconsciously held his tablet tightly, "Don't do this, you are an honest man."

Song Ling: "I'll give you a tip to hit the list, and hit the tip list on the homepage of the website."

Zhou Qingluo shook his head: "Don't, the reward list on the homepage is dedicated to the great god's oath."

When it comes to the website, which is the top brand god, Zhou Qingluo admires him very much. His national style comics are very beautiful, and the stories are warm and artistic. Each work has been sought after by many readers, saying that it has artistic value.

And his paintings are brainless daily life, sand sculptures are nonsensical, and he has been criticized by readers countless times for fast food comics, which have no depth and no soul.

It's not that Zhou Qingluo doesn't know how to draw these deep-level things, but as a newcomer, he expresses his feelings as soon as he comes up, and he probably has a high probability of being scolded and pretending.

When it came to painting, Zhou Qingluo became a chatterbox and made an oath to Song Ling.

"Oath's work has artistic value, and it is more suitable for your way of thinking... Beautiful readers, you can go and have a look."

"can't read."

"you saw it?"

Song Ling pursed her lips and said nothing, as if she didn't want to mention it.

Zhou Qingluo didn't notice Song Ling's darkening eyes, and continued to chat.

What he envied the oath was not these technical problems of painting, but the fans who envied him.

Zhou Qingluo said with emotion: "If you want to say, the fans of the oath are really rich, especially the person whose ID is '.", a local tyrant who is popular on Xingchen.com. It's on the tipping list, tsk, envy, give me a dozen fans of the same style."

Song Ling was silent for a long time, and Zhou Qingluo realized that he had said too much to him, and seemed to treat people as someone to confide in.

The listener's expression was complicated, as if he was thinking about something, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

Zhou Qingluo silently shut his mouth.

Could it be that Song Ling has some relationship with this great god's "oath"?

Wait, Song Ling's plan to destroy the world in the original book is called "Oath Project", and Bai Yueguang's name is Jiang Shiyan. Could it be that the manga master "Oath" is Jiang Shiyan?

Wouldn't it be so coincidental!

I have the same skill as Bai Yueguang?Is it more similar to Bai Yueguang?

Zhou Qingluo looked at Song Ling with resentment.

Song Ling: "Why do you have the expression of catching a rape in bed?"

When the atmosphere was getting awkward, Zhou Shoulin came back, "Come, eat some watermelon to relieve the heat."

Zhou Shoulin brought out the sliced ​​watermelon, and just as the plate was put down, Zhou Qingluo's phone dinged.

【.I will transfer 10000 yuan to you]

Zhou Qingluo looked at this small period, thinking that the richer the person, the simpler the nickname.

Zhou Qingluo was in a complicated mood when he saw that the big fan who swore was the same type of small period.

Zhou Qingluo, who was thinking wildly, seemed to Song Ling to be in a daze with his mobile phone.

"It's the first time I've seen you hesitate for so long when you see money."

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses and didn't order, "It's too much, the fare was up to fifty just now."

Song Ling took his mobile phone and tapped to collect the money.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Song Ling pushed the screen in front of Zhou Shoulin, "Your cooking is delicious, really."

Zhou Shoulin just wanted to refute, but when he saw the empty rice cooker and dishes with only some soup left, he couldn't say a word, scratched his head and looked embarrassed.

Before Zhou Shoulin could refute, Zhou Qingluo struck while the iron was hot: "Xiao Song, you can tell that he doesn't usually like to praise others. He said that, it must be because your cooking is really delicious."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, he touched Song Ling with his arm, turned his face to take advantage of Zhou Shoulin's inattention, and quickly blinked his left eye at him, full of hints.

"Yes, Xiao Song."

Song Ling was stunned, and looked away in embarrassment. Some people never discriminate between occasions.

Song Ling cleared his throat: "Zhou Qingluo, please be serious, I will talk business with my uncle."

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Where is he not serious?

Song Ling: "The money is the lunch money and delivery fee I ordered from you for a month. I transferred it to him, and he also took it."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Zhou Shoulin: "This... this is too much."

Song Ling: "My private nutritionist earns [-] yuan a month, but the cooking is not as delicious as yours, so I suffer from anorexia."

Zhou Shoulin: "But..."

Song Ling: "If you don't agree, I'm afraid I will starve in the future."

Zhou Shoulin: "This..."

"If you don't agree, I will break up with Zhou Qingluo."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Zhou Shoulin: "OK!"

Song Ling increased the stakes, and the balance finally tipped in his direction, and he said, "Uncle Zhou, the food you cook is really delicious."

Zhou Shoulin scratched his hair and smiled embarrassedly, but his eyes were bright, "Really?"

Some people are cool, "I never take a joke."

Zhou Shoulin happily agreed.

Zhou Qingluo: "?" That's it?

Zhou Qingluo was a little dazed. He and Zhou Qingmu had been persuading him for half a month. Song Ling said two or three sentences with such a blank face, and it was settled?

Hungry?break up?Just this coaxing a three-year-old kid?That's it?

It was because he was a postdoctoral fellow in psychology, so he figured out Zhou Shoulin so thoroughly just after meeting him.

Prescribe the right medicine to cure the disease.

Wait, it should be a good thing for Song Ling to break up with him.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly wanted to persuade Zhou Shoulin to reject him, but seeing the gleam in Zhou Shoulin's eyes when he was affirmed, he couldn't bear to speak.

Zhou Shoulin threw the watermelon rind outside the door, looked up at the sky, and shouted excitedly: "Oh, there's a rainbow."

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling ran out to see that there were clouds floating in the blue sky, the clouds blocked the sun, and there was a colorful archway between the clouds, as if passing through the archway, there was a world that was getting better and better inside.

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling stood side by side, looking up at the rainbow.

Zhou Qingluo: "You're amazing. You got rid of my dad in just a few words. No matter how much I tried to persuade him before, he refused, for fear that he might not do well and others would dislike him."

Song Ling glanced at him indifferently: "Excellent people are always excellent in all aspects."

Zhou Qingluo turned his head and glanced at the people around him. He lowered his eyes and looked rebellious. Zhou Qingluo actually saw some light from his usually gloomy face.

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, if he is more rational, less paranoid, and uses this talent to make money, it will not be a matter of time before he gets rich.

What does the newspaper office have to do?

"Zhou Qingluo, what are you staring at me for?"

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses, but he didn't take his eyes back. He raised his eyelids and looked at the top of his head, "You don't look taller than me, how could..."

Song Ling cocked his head a little violently, and moved his palm to the tip of his nose, "Half a head taller than you."

"..."

At this time, the sun peeked out from the thick clouds, and a ray of light came in powerfully.

Song Ling narrowed his eyes, and remembered the community that suddenly lit up when he heard Zhou Qingluo's name that night.

He turned his head sideways, looked at the people around him, hooked the corners of his mouth, and asked, "Zhou Qingluo, what are you thinking?"

"When I was young, I always thought, since there can be such a beautiful rainbow in the sky, why can't it rain money."

"..."

The rainbow is fleeting, followed by another storm.

After half an hour of wind and rain, it finally cleared up completely. There were no clouds in the sky, and the sky was clear and bright.

Zhou Qingluo glanced at the alarm clock in front of the bedside table, and reminded Song Ling very tactfully: "The rain has stopped, and it's getting late."

Because the house didn't have a living room and it was raining outside, Song Ling could only stay in Zhou Qingluo's room.

Two big men stayed in the same room, so Zhou Qingluo could feel awkward whenever he thought about it. Fortunately, his room had a small balcony, so it wouldn't be so closed.

Song Ling had been staring at the computer in a daze for half an hour, but he couldn't write a single line of program.

His program has already run nearly [-] lines. He obviously still had thoughts when he was in the hospital just now, but now none of these symbols of hatred appeared in his mind.

He seemed to have had a short, very short dream. The dream was peaceful and serene, and he didn't want to wake up.

Song Ling glanced at his watch: "It's still early."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Why can't this person understand the meaning in human words?

Song Ling glanced at Zhou Qingluo and read his mind, "We are wearing the same pair of pants now, why are you embarrassed?"

"Do you know what it means to wear the same pair of pants?"

"Literally," Song Ling pointed at his pants, "I'm wearing your pants now."

Zhou Qingluo gave him a thumbs up, and said in a low voice, "Sure enough, I didn't graduate from high school."

While Song Ling was talking, he tapped his fingers on the computer, and his fingers didn't stop when he turned his head to talk to him.

Zhou Qingluo knew what program he was writing, and he must be writing a program that could break through any firewall in the world and make the world mess up.

However, Jiang Shiyan will definitely come out to persuade him in the end, and this program will not come out, so let the relationship between the two of them develop well, as long as he doesn't act like a monster and Song Ling doesn't assassinate him.

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he thought that Song Ling would end up feeling deeply guilty, committed suicide, donated his organs to many people, and became a tragic figure.

Zhou Qingluo's heart suddenly tugged.

If it was just the setting of the novel, Zhou Qingluo would think it was dramatic, but when a living Song Ling stood beside him, the person who was excluded by his family and abandoned by Bai Yueguang really existed, he felt that such an ending was absurd.

Does Song Ling really like Jiang Shiyan so much?I love it so much I have his name tattooed on it.

How does it feel to love someone so sincerely and passionately?

Some time ago, when Zhou Qingluo was reading a novel, he once read a sentence——

When he smiled, his life could be lost.

Is that right?

Then if you fall in love with a sand sculpture and laugh all day long, wouldn't that be a tragedy?

Song Ling paused with his fingers, and suddenly turned his head to look at Zhou Qingluo, their eyes met unexpectedly.

Zhou Qingluo felt guilty and dodged subconsciously, but after thinking about it, he didn't know that I had traveled through time, so he was afraid of farts.

So he looked straight at Song Ling without blushing and without heartbeat.

"Zhou Qingluo, you've been looking at me for almost a minute again."

God damn again.

"Yes."

"Psychologically speaking, when a person looks at another person for more than seven seconds, he has feelings for that person, either love or hate."

"..."

Seeing his triumphant look, Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but put him down: "You haven't graduated from high school yet, and you know psychology."

"Not graduating from high school doesn't mean you don't study less," Song Ling snorted, with a look of 'I hope you know', "So what kind are you?"

Zhou Qingluo: "I am the third type."

"tell me the story."

"curious."

"Curiosity is the beginning of liking."

"..."

At this very moment, Zhou Qingluo wanted to go over and shake his body, roaring hysterically.

You fucking wake up!

He closed his eyes resignedly, leaned on the recliner and continued to conceive the manga, and said slowly: "If narcissism breaks the law, you have already committed a heinous crime."

Song Ling smiled silently, and his voice became a little colder: "This is a heinous crime, so how about destroying the world?"

Zhou Qingluo's breathing stagnates.

Song Ling looked ahead, smiling both righteously and evilly, with deep eyes, as if staring into an abyss.

Before he had time to speak, Song Ling withdrew his gaze, and pressed the Enter key with a click, turned the computer to face him, "I'll show you something."

Zhou Qingluo raised his eyelids, Song Ling pressed the Enter key, it was a small animation.

It started to rain heavily, and the two stick figures rode their bikes and were drowned. After a while, the rain stopped, and a rainbow appeared in the sky. The two stick figures looked at the rainbow, and suddenly it began to rain again.

But it was raining gold coins. A small man picked up the washbasin and rushed out, and it was full after a while.

The villain walked back happily, drooling while laughing.

This little animation still had sound, and the room was immediately filled with this magical 'hahaha' sound.

After reading it, Zhou Qingluo couldn't help laughing out loud. He really is a soul painter with a clear mind.

Seeing his smile, Song Ling couldn't help laughing.

Some people have a really low point of laughter, which is really easy to coax.

"Zhou Qingluo, helped you realize your childhood dream."

"Thank you," Zhou Qingluo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes when he laughed, "The drooling part is so expressive."

"That's teeth, laugh your teeth out, not saliva."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for two seconds, and couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

Zhou Qingluo played it again, "Fuck, you know how to use this software? This is the software used for movie stunts!"

"Don't be so serious about being a human being. Black cats and white cats are good cats as long as they can catch mice."

"..."

Song Ling took back the computer, pressed the DEL key, and was about to delete the animation made on a whim, but when the dialog box popped up, his fingers subconsciously paused.

He pursed his lips, clicked the right button, renamed the folder, and saved it.

【laugh】.