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

Zhou Qingluo had never seen a man with such a small mind, and he kicked him in the year of the monkey, as far as I can remember.

Pengci was late but arrived.

Zhou Qingluo: "Didn't it be agreed before that you can't touch porcelain?"

Song Ling pursed her lips, and suddenly wanted to laugh, but finally couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Zhou Qingluo turned to look at him. Unexpectedly, some people controlled the steering wheel with one hand, freed up one hand, put it directly on his head, and rubbed it.

Zhou Qingluo turned his head impatiently, and Song Ling's hand slid across his face.

"Get up and drive hard."

Song Ling withdrew his hand and brushed his fingertips.

Some people's faces, even sunburned and blotchy, were soft.

"Zhou Qingluo, your face is really..." soft.

Before the soft words could be uttered, Zhou Qingluo looked at him wanting to kill and wipe out his traces.

He immediately shut up.

Zhou Qingluo thought he was going to say something about your face being whiter and more beautiful, so he immediately looked at him warningly: "What is my face really like?"

Song Ling: "Your face looks better if it is whiter."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Qingluo decided that if he could beat Song Ling one day in the future, he must beat him to make him really inhumane.

The car passed by the bank, Zhou Qingluo yelled to stop.

"Stop, I'm going to the bank."

"doing what?"

"Withdraw money to treat your illness."

"..."

Song Ling stepped on the accelerator to accelerate.

"It's really something, you stop."

When Zhou Qingluo finished his work, Song Ling was still waiting on the street.

Zhou Qingluo really wanted to pretend not to see, but Song Ling's eyes were so good that he honked the whistle as soon as he came out.

And he made a posture that he kept honking the horn until he got in the car.

Zhou Qingluo got into the car, holding the business receipt in his hand.

Song Ling glanced and asked casually, "Are you going abroad?"

Zhou Qingluo generously showed him the receipt, "Oh, no, my sister is going to study abroad, I have to prepare a small gift for her, this is my savings for the past two months, all converted into foreign currency, it's interesting enough. "

Seeing his triumphant expression, Song Ling slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

"Don't you regard money as your life? How can you be willing to give money to others?"

"What do you call someone else? She is my own sister, a college student in our family, who will serve the world and honor the ancestors in the future."

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo's proud eyes and smiled silently.

Family love exists, but he has never had it, and not all people are always calculating and selfish, but he has never met it.

Zhou Shoulin went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine for skin allergies, and when he was walking back, he ran into his neighbor, Sister Li.

Sister Li exchanged pleasantries with Zhou Shoulin, and then she blamed him: "Oh old Zhou, why did your Qing Luo get so tanned like that? I almost didn't recognize him when I met him that day. Qing Luo wasn't very strong at first, but now Hei, it looks dark and thin, and it makes my heart ache."

Zhou Shoulin blamed himself a little: "Qing Luo helped me deliver food recently."

Sister Li: "Boys should also pay attention to maintenance. Nowadays, little girls like boys who are white and clean, and don't like dirty old men. Qing Luo is good-looking. Finding an indoor job is no better than delivering food. .”

Saying goodbye to Sister Li, the more Zhou Shoulin thought about it, the more he felt sorry for Zhou Qingluo.

It seems that Qing Luo can't be allowed to continue to deliver food. After being dark and thin, no little girl really likes it.

When Zhou Shoulin returned home, Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling happened to be home too.

Song Ling looked contented, but Zhou Qingluo's expression was not very good-looking.

Zhou Shoulin: "Qing Luo, why are you unhappy? Are you seriously ill?"

Of course Zhou Qingluo was not happy.

Song Ling immediately took over the words: "Uncle Zhou, Qing Luo's disease is solar dermatitis, and the doctor said that he can't do outdoor work. I just advised him not to let him deliver food again. He got angry with me and said that I don't want to take care of his affairs."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Song Ling didn't change his face, didn't look sideways, and stood with a clear conscience.

Zhou Qingluo: "Dad, don't listen to him."

Song Ling: "Qing Luo is allergic to ultraviolet rays, and long-term exposure to the sun is prone to skin cancer."

Zhou Qingluo glared at Song Ling angrily: "Dad, Song Ling colluded with the doctor to lie to you."

Song Ling: "I haven't."

"You are so loud, you seem a little guilty."

Song Ling: "Why did I do this?"

The two talked to each other, Zhou Shoulin panicked, "Qing Luo, from tomorrow onwards, stop delivering food and change jobs."

Song Ling quickly agreed: "I agree."

Zhou Qingluo was silent, as if he was wavering.

Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll go out and make a phone call."

Song Ling went to call Cui Zi, "Call Zhou Qingluo now, and tell us about recruiting people for the coffee shop."

"Boss, you've also seen Zhou Qingluo's work, right? His work..." It's really exquisite.

Song Ling interrupted her: "Immediately."

"it is good."

Cui Zi who hung up the phone felt that her boss was really a good boss who was eager for talents.

Song Ling put down the phone, only to realize that Cui Zi had sent him some pictures more than two hours ago.

Cui Zi sent him a few pictures an hour ago.

It is a picture of a promotional poster.

The picture is novel in concept, with soft colors, and there is a fat coffee cup anthropomorphic in the lower right corner, which is very attractive and can be directly used as the mascot of the store.

For the first time, Song Ling felt that cute things are also cute.

[Cui Zi]: Boss, Zhou Qingluo's painting skills are really good.I finally know why you made up your mind to use his words on the cover of your souvenir card!

[Cui Zi]: Recruit him to the store, and from now on, the posters, roll-up banners, and blackboard newspapers in the store will depend on him!

[Cui Zi]: Perfect and professional, every element above is original!

[Cui Zi]: The boss has a good vision, I will definitely work hard to sign him!

Song Ling hooked the corner of his mouth, turned and went back to the room.

Zhou Qingluo was answering the phone, discussing salary, labor remuneration, etc., while Zhou Shoulin was listening.

It was Cui Zi who called, and she said: "We are in urgent need of a painter in our store, for weekly blackboard newspapers, drawing cards for customers, drawing figures, etc. I also saw your resume on the Internet, and I think you can do it. Try it, think about it, it’s definitely not to open the back door for you, it’s just to appreciate your ability, I know your ability is more than that, but you can start with us, after all, the customers who come to our shop are all comic lovers. "

Cui Zi spoke very sincerely, and he was a little moved, "Then I will think about it."

Zhou Qingluo hung up the phone, and Zhou Shoulin asked, "Is there a new job opportunity?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Last time I helped Sister Cui change the poster in her coffee shop. She was very satisfied and said that she wanted me to be a painter in the shop and help out along the way."

When Zhou Shoulin heard this, he smiled happily: "What a coincidence, Qing Luo, haven't you been submitting your resume recently? This job feels good."

After Zhou Qingmu's matter was finalized, Zhou Qingluo really wanted to switch careers instead of delivering food, but due to his lack of academic qualifications, even if he attached some works to his resume, he would probably be eliminated in the first round of screening.

But he was not related to Cui Zi for no reason, so he didn't feel that way towards her, and he didn't want to accept her mother's kindness.

But Cui Zi said that he liked his ability...

But Song Ling is the VIP of that coffee shop...

At this time, Song Ling said, "That coffee shop is pretty good. It has five insurances and one housing fund. It is said that the salary will be raised by [-]% every year."

Zhou Qingluo: "You know all about this."

Song Ling murmured, "Zhou Qingluo, it's better to act than to be moved. Think about it, if you continue to deliver food, you will be disfigured at least, and you will suffer from skin cancer at worst."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling laughed inexplicably, and said in a low voice, "Don't you want to live well? You will die from skin cancer."

Zhou Qingluo's pupils shrank, "Don't scare me, I'm not afraid."

Song Ling: "Really."

"..." Some people's two yin and yang words are simply killing people.

Zhou Shoulin came out of the kitchen after washing the grapes, "I think Xiao Song is right, Qing Luo, you should go and try it out, come out if it doesn't work, come on, Xiao Song, sit casually, eat some grapes, you two talk, we Go out and walk around."

It would be hypocritical for Zhou Qingluo to refuse again. He took the grapes from Zhou Shoulin's hand and put them on the coffee table, "Come and eat together."

The black-purple grapes were plump, Zhou Shoulin washed them very cleanly, and each one was shining brightly.

Song Ling stared straight at the plate of grapes, his chest felt tight and short of breath, his mind went blank, his eyes were dark, and a rotten and mildew smell entered his nostrils, as if he had fallen into hell.

These grapes, like human eyeballs, rushed from all directions, crawled onto his body, got into his throat, pulled his esophagus, scratched his stomach, and shouted in Song Zhaoguang's voice: "You Eat, you should eat, I can't eat you to death."

Zhou Qingluo took off a grape and put it in his mouth, only to find Song Ling who was still standing on the ground like ashes, dripping with sweat.

He kept staring at the grapes, with his mouth slightly open, but it was difficult to breathe, his hands were clenched tightly, and his eyes were disgusted and frightened.

He seemed to want to escape instinctively, but he stubbornly forced himself not to escape, trembling against the grapes in front of him like self-harm.

Zhou Qingluo also had this experience.

When he was young, he went out for an outing and accidentally fell into the pond. There were many frog eggs and tadpoles in the pond. Those slippery frog eggs wrapped around him, and the dark tadpoles burrowed into him. From then on, he Countless times, the little tadpole grew fangs and gnawed at him, and those frog eggs bound him tightly.

From then on, whenever he saw a group of tadpoles, he ran as fast as he could.

When he became an adult, the doctor gave him desensitization treatment, and he had this reaction.

For Zhou Qingluo, desensitization treatment is really a kind of self-abuse, just don't touch it, and he won't treat it unless it is a last resort.

Grapes, perhaps the most suffocating and painful fear that Song Ling encountered in childhood.

Zhou Qingluo hurriedly withdrew the grapes, then stood back on the spot, and murmured as if to comfort himself: "Okay, okay, it's okay."

Song Ling froze, staring blankly at the place where the grapes were originally placed, and stood motionless.

The terrifying hell in his mind suddenly disappeared, leaving him empty.

Zhou Qingluo stood beside him and kept looking at him.

After a long time, Song Ling's body softened, and he let out a heavy breath, as if he was alive after a catastrophe.

Zhou Qingluo also heaved a sigh of relief, and handed him a tissue, "Here, wipe off your sweat."

Song Ling turned his head and stared at him blankly, then mechanically took a tissue to wipe the sweat off his face, his eyes gradually focused, his eyelids blinked, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Feel sorry."

"If you don't dare to face it, just run away and force yourself to do something." Zhou Qingluo said solemnly: "Have you heard a saying that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to run away."

Song Ling laughed, and returned to his lazy look, as if his fear just now was just his own illusion, if it wasn't for the helplessness and tiredness in his eyes that couldn't be concealed, Zhou Qingluo would have thought he was really fine.

"Zhou Qingluo, what kind of fallacy is this?"

Zhou Qingluo is quite experienced in dealing with this kind of situation. Usually at this time, the doctor will always find a way to help him divert his attention and do something he likes to do.

Zhou Qingluo patted him on the shoulder lightly, and pointed to the room: "Shall we watch a movie together and relax?"

Song Ling was startled, looked at Zhou Qingluo's clean and tidy bed, then looked at Zhou Qingluo's sincerity, and raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Qingluo opened the drawer next to the desk, and there were neatly stacked discs inside.

Song Ling thought to himself, so Zhou Qingluo is still a bit of a collector.

Zhou Qingluo: "What type do you like? The exciting one or the mild one."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows: "It's more exciting."