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

Song Ling stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped forward.

The sun has set, and there is a thin layer of clouds floating on the blue sky, which echoes the afterglow and turns into a pink sunset glow.

Someone outside the window is holding a mobile phone to take pictures of the sky, enjoying the gift of nature.

The sports car roared, the street scene reversed, and soothing piano music played in the car, but Zhou Qingluo's mind echoed Song Ling's words——

Are you hiding from me these two days?

Zhou Qingluo bent his fingers subconsciously, and rubbed the plastic bag containing the medicine with his fingertips, making a slight noise.

Song Ling: "It seems that they are really avoiding me."

Zhou Qingluo let go, and the plastic bag made another sound.

He turned his head and looked at Song Ling, "Why should I hide from you?"

Song Ling shook his head: "I don't know either."

Zhou Qingluo didn't really want to continue this topic, he couldn't say, we are people from two worlds, I am afraid of death but you are not, I don't want to have any contact with you, I don't want to be Jiang Shiyan's substitute.

The best way to end a topic is to start another.

"Not to mention whether I can hide from you, why did you appear at my door today?"

As soon as Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, Song Ling tightened his hands on the steering wheel, "Passing by."

Zhou Qingluo imitated his yin and yang and doubtful look, and said: "Really."

Song Ling raised his voice: "Yes, passing by, do you want tickets for passing by your house?"

"..." Sure enough, the more emptied his heart became, the louder his voice became.

In the spirit of 'everyone needs face to live', Zhou Qingluo didn't intend to expose the fact that Song Ling had parked under the camphor tree opposite his room for more than two hours, lazily leaning on his seat, watching the sunset through the glass window.

Song Ling glanced at the person who was still ignoring him, and sighed, "I'm here to confirm whether you have been kidnapped."

He didn't even realize how compromised he was with this sigh.

Zhou Qingluo: "What do you mean?"

Some people are justifiably angry: "If you send so many messages and don't reply, I'm afraid you're in some danger."

Zhou Qingluo laughed, but didn't expose him. Seeing that some people were gradually withdrawing from their hearts, he was actually in a good mood. He didn't feel irritable when the car stopped and went during the rush hour.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Song Ling said helplessly, "Okay, I reluctantly promise you that I won't use such bloody and terrifying pictures in the future."

As soon as this person pretended to be aggressive, Zhou Qingluo looked at Song Ling trying to talk to him, and the more hypocritical he didn't want to talk to him, he teased him like a prank.

Who told him to always make himself happy when he had nothing to do?

Song Ling frowned and turned to look at him, wishing to beat up some people who pushed their noses in the face, but thought that some people would probably go to heaven after a beating, so he gave up on this idea.

Song Ling patted the steering wheel angrily, "Zhou Qingluo, are you dumb?"

Zhou Qingluo turned his head to look out the window, pretending to be a mute.

Song Ling clenched his teeth and did not speak.

Of course he knew what Zhou Qingluo was angry about. People like Zhou Qingluo who were working hard every day would probably hate people who didn't take their lives seriously.

Song Ling never cared what people outside thought of him. Whether they called him crazy or paranoid, he always did whatever he wanted.

And Jiang Shiyan, as Song Jinyi's soft pawn, in order to safeguard Song Jinyi's interests, played the role of giver conscientiously, giving him warmth and taking care of his emotions all the time. He always thought that Jiang Shiyan would not hate him, so he devoted his heart and soul to Jiang Shiyan.

Jiang Shiyan showed his true face, his only hope of living was choked, as if he had been betrayed, he was angry, lost, sad, thinking of dying with this world, but he had no fear or fear.

But at this moment, he knew clearly that he was afraid that Zhou Qingluo would hate him.

"I will not take my own life as a joke in the future."

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback when he heard this, and turned to look at him.

Song Ling gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, as if he was using too much force. The strength of the back of his hands was slightly raised, and the muscle lines of his forearms were also revealed, as if he was very tense.

But he had a calm face, staring at the front, with a casual look, "So don't be angry."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Song Ling's tone seemed a little compromised, like a proud child carefully admitting his mistake.

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself that Song Ling might have completely regarded him as Jiang Shiyan's substitute, so he genuinely worried whether he was really angry.

Zhou Qingluo kind of understood the original owner's mental journey, being cared for by a handsome and rich man, carefully caring about emotions, is indeed heart-warming.

Others are crazy and indifferent in front, but they can compromise and apologize in a low voice. At the age of hormonal rush, how can we not be pampered and act recklessly.

If he didn't know in advance that he was a substitute, he would probably follow the old path of the original owner, right?

He wasn't too sure either.

Zhou Qingluo withdrew his gaze, lowered his head to fiddle with the medicine in his arms, and smiled silently, "Okay."

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Ling's chest heaved, he let out a breath, and leaned lazily on the seat, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and resting the other hand outside the window, returning to the most hanging state of the world.

For some reason, the atmosphere at this time actually had a sense of dissatisfaction, as if there was not so much love and resentment between the two, and they were just two ordinary friends.

Maybe the sunset glow is so beautiful that people are prone to illusions.

"Zhou Qingluo, you'd better look whiter."

Zhou Qingluo: "I don't think so."

Of course you think it looks better if it is whiter, because it looks like your white moonlight.

"One white covers one hundred ugliness."

Seeing some people holding the steering wheel with one hand, looking far away, and remembering some pictures, Zhou Qingluo wanted to poke his eyes blind.

"Shut up, and please drive civilly and hold the steering wheel with both hands, thank you."

"Don't worry, my driving skills are not that bad."

Although some people said so, they still held the steering wheel honestly with both hands.

"By the way, how much is the medicine, I will transfer it to you."

"Guan Minglang invites guests."

Zhou Qingluo discovered for the first time that it turned out that such a treat could still be done.

"Don't talk nonsense, how much is it?"

Song Ling turned his head and glanced at him, took out his mobile phone and called Guan Minglang, "How much is the medicine?"

Guan Minglang was silent for a while, "You should come to my hospital earlier, I think you are not far from going crazy."

Song Ling: "Don't talk nonsense, how much is it, the medical insurance has been discounted."

Guan Minglang: "40 yuan and thirty-five cents."

Song Ling hung up the phone, but Zhou Qingluo didn't hear what the other party said. It seems that his phone really leaked a lot.

Song Ling: "40 yuan and thirty-five cents."

Zhou Qingluo nodded, picked up his phone and transferred money to Song Ling.

Song Ling picked up the phone and rang it. He picked it up and saw that Zhou Qingluo transferred him 41 yuan.

He clicked to collect the money and smiled, "It's quite generous."

Zhou Qingluo: "In the future, don't transfer money to me for no reason."

"No way, some people's nicknames are too domineering."

"You are real."

"I said I was honest."

"..."

"Would you like to replace your avatar with a payment QR code?"

Zhou Qingluo gave him a thumbs up.

Song Ling moved his gaze down, then raised it up quickly, and said with a half-smile, "However, I'm not as real as you."

"?"

"It's just a body check, but you actually want to take off your pants."

"..."

"I don't know, I thought you had some hidden disease."

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, Jiang Shiyan is really a living Bodhisattva in the world, and he accepted this god-man who shouldn't have a long mouth.

It is indeed an illusion, bubbles, all bubbles.

Some people are still suitable to be cool guys who can't spit out a word for a long time, and the chattering appearance is really annoying.

"Doctor Guan calls you Duke Huan of Cai," Zhou Qingluo said word by word, "I'm afraid you are the one with the disease."

Song Ling suddenly laughed, a deep, cool and playful laugh.

As if there is a hidden disease.

Zhou Qingluo cautiously probed: "Do you really have a hidden disease?"

Song Ling curled her lips, "I was kicked by you last time, and it's the root cause of my illness."

"..."