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

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that even on Qixi Festival, the business of hotels and flower sellers would be so difficult.

But being asked with an ambiguous but prejudiced face if he wanted to open a room, Zhou Qingluo was still a little angry.

Before he had time to analyze why he was angry, his angry tone took the lead.

He said to the hotel owner: "Do you think we are going to open a room?"

The innkeeper looked him up and down, back and forth between the two, and finally fell on the rose basket.

"It looks like everything."

Zhou Qingluo looked down at Rose, and for the first time was at a loss for words.

Although the words are poor, but the momentum cannot be lost, he still glared at the boss aggressively, "You fart!"

The hotel owner is not easy to provoke, seeing that Zhou Qingluo is more friendly and easy to bully, he wants to warn him.

He was about to put on a warning and threatening expression, but before he could say anything, he heard two clicks that stretched his muscles and bones.

It turned out that the taller man was moving his fingers. Unlike the man holding the flowers with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his eyes were fierce and cold, and there was an arrogant tattoo on his neck, like a vulture hovering in the sky, and it would open in the next second. Open minions and tear him to pieces.

This person has a seven-apertured exquisite heart or something, he hasn't shown his expression yet, how can he see it.

The hotel owner has also seen the world, and knows that if he hasn't been on the road for more than ten years, he won't be able to develop such arrogance.

The one next to him baring his teeth and claws is actually a little white rabbit, and the one who is silent is the real devil.

The man swallowed his saliva, swallowed the words back, and put on a smiling face, "You've eaten your meal, you've collected your flowers, it's getting late, and it's time to go to bed," the man looked at Song Ling obsequiously, He continued: "You can't be a white wolf with empty hands and let the elder brother lose money, right?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Make an empty-handed white wolf.

He turned his head to look at Song Ling. Brother Song Ling's cool character was not broken, and his face was expressionless.

This man looks ten years older than Song Ling. His name is Brother Song Ling?

Zhou Qingluo pointed to the man and asked Song Ling, "Your brother?"

Ku Ge Song Ling's expression froze: "?"

Zhou Qingluo handed over the flower basket: "Since the two of you are brothers, how about paying the room fee with flowers?"

The man smiled and waved: "Excuse me."

After finishing speaking, he ran away, thinking that he had encountered some kind of neuropathy.

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes at the man's back, "What eyes, go."

Zhou Qingluo walked towards the car with the flowers in his arms, and he was relieved until he closed the car door and put on his seat belt.

On the night of Qixi Festival, holding roses and Song Ling on the road, it is really stupid.

Song Ling said in a dazed manner: "Zhou Qingluo, don't get angry from embarrassment."

"Furious? Who are you talking about?"

"You want to stay with me, and you want to pay the room fee with flowers."

Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes, and patiently explained, "It's a tactical persuasion and illegal marketing."

"Then why are you upset?"

"..."

In Zhou Qingluo's heart, Song Ling's positive image built up today has been wiped out.

"Theme room, round bed room, good sound insulation."

Seeing some people repeating the story with great interest, Zhou Qingluo shut himself in place.

"I feel pretty good, should I go live?"

"you shut up."

Zhou Qingluo was silent all the way, and when Song Ling's car stopped when he arrived home, he couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the car to go home.

Song Ling: "The flowers in the trunk."

Zhou Qingluo stopped, turned around to get into the trunk, took out the flowers and walked back.

"Zhou Qingluo, after all, today is also a festival. I gave you so many flowers, but you didn't show any sign?"

Zhou Qingluo turned around and dealt with him perfunctorily, "Happy holidays."

Song Ling stretched out his hand, picked out a rose from the flower basket, and waved to him, "Happy holidays."

"Hurry up and go back, slow down on the road, and tell me when you get home."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away.

The roar of the sports car gradually faded away, and Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but laugh. He spent the Qixi Festival with Song Ling inexplicably, and received roses by accident.

What a coincidence.

But no matter what, Zhou Qingluo was still in a good mood after receiving the roses on Qixi Festival.

When Zhou Qingluo entered the house, neither Zhou Shoulin nor Zhou Qingmu slept.

Seeing him coming in with a big basket of roses in his arms, the two exclaimed, "Wow!"

The two said in unison: "Are you in love?"

Zhou Qingluo said with a smile: "What's the matter, what's left over from the activities in the store, everyone divides it up, and everyone gets some."

Zhou Qingmu: "The face is full of spring breeze, the corners of the mouth are almost grinning to the back of the head, I thought it was given by some girl."

"?" Is he laughing?

Zhou Qingluo pinched the corners of his mouth, suppressed his smile, and denied: "Who is full of spring breeze."

He just finished speaking, went to the sink to wash his hands, looked up in the mirror, and was almost numb to death by himself.

This spring-faced person is definitely not me!

Zhou Qingluo hurriedly washed his face and calmed down.

"Dad, sister, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Your sister has a gift for you."

Zhou Qingmu took out a box and handed it to him with a smile, "Here."

Zhou Qingluo: "Pizza?"

Zhou Qingmu: "I'm so low?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled and opened the package, and inside was a brand new laptop!

"Wow! For me?"

Zhou Qingmu: "The configuration is not very high, but the graphics card is very good. It should be enough for drawing. After I finish my studies and earn money, I will buy you better ones."

Zhou Qingluo's eyes were a little sore.

In the last life, many fans gave him gifts, this is the first time he has received gifts from his family.

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

The atmosphere was too sensational, Zhou Qingmu got up first, "It happens that there is a vase at home, I will put the flowers in it."

Zhou Shoulin: "I'm coming, you go to bed quickly, Qing Luo goes to take a shower, and you have to catch a plane tomorrow."

After Zhou Qingluo took a shower, he looked at the new computer on the computer table, and there was a bottle of inserted roses next to it. The whole room became more warm with these two things.

He took pictures of the computer with his mobile phone, and just about to press the camera button, the mobile phone moved to the side.

Fiery red roses enter the picture.

Zhou Qingluo bent the corner of his mouth, pressed the camera button, and the picture was frozen.

Song Ling sent Zhou Qingluo home, and it was already one o'clock in the morning when he returned to his residence.

Tanabata is over.

He remembered Zhou Qingluo's words, and took out his cell phone to send him a text message.

【. ]: I'm home, don't read.

Text messages returned shortly.

[Xiang Qianjin]: I didn't read it.

Song Ling leaned lazily against the wall, laughing dumbfoundedly.

Zhou Qingluo put aside the relationship between the two of them everywhere, like a primary school student drawing a [-]-point line on a wooden desk.

But people always have a strange desire to conquer, like Zhou Qing Luoyue, he wanted to make fun of it.

【. ]: Zhou Qingluo, why did you change your nickname again?Wasn't it 'Leave me alone' before?

After a while.

[Don't look for me if you have nothing to do]: See words like faces. /bye.

"..."

Song Ling was about to quit, and there was an update from Zhou Qingluo in Moments, so he clicked in to read it.

Zhou Qingluo posted a picture of a bouquet of fiery red roses next to a brand new computer, accompanied by two emoticons.

[Xiang Qianjin]: /Bull/beer.

Thinking of some people lying on the bed and changing their nicknames non-stop, Song Ling laughed and nodded.

He suddenly felt that likes were too thin, so he commented on a rose emoji, thought about it, and added X120.

He didn't feel satisfied just commenting, so he also posted a circle of friends.

/ Rose X120.

It's the same as the comment in Zhou Qingluo's circle of friends.

He turned off the phone, and on the black screen was himself with a smile on his face.

Song Ling opened the door, and the lights in the house were actually on.

Only Jiang Shiyan knew about his residence. He originally bought it, and after Jiang Shiyan graduated, the two lived together.

Jiang Shiyan fell asleep on the sofa, and there was a birthday cake on the coffee table with numbered candles 2 and 3 on it.

Song Ling just remembered that today is Jiang Shiyan's 23rd birthday.

Jiang Shiyan was seven days older than him, and they used to celebrate their birthdays together.

Song Ling looked away and walked straight to the bedroom.

Jiang Shiyan was in a light sleep, and when he heard movement, he opened his eyes and said in a hazy voice, "You're back."

This was how Song Ling fantasized about being happy, but now, he was a little tired.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Shiyan bit his lip, "I'm going abroad tomorrow, and I'll come here to celebrate your birthday."

Song Ling laughed mockingly, "Today should be your birthday? My birthday is July [-]th, Ghost Festival, have you forgotten?"

Jiang Shiyan didn't expect Song Ling to talk to him like this, he was stunned for a while, and then said: "It's not that your birthday is unlucky, didn't we spend it together before?"

Song Ling didn't bother to talk to him, so he said coolly, "Just go if you have nothing to do."

Song Ling walked towards the bedroom without looking back, as if thinking of something again, he stopped and turned around.

Jiang Shiyan took a small step forward.

"Your things here, pack up what you can tonight, or leave an address and I will pack it for you."

"Didn't you say that this house is our future..."

"I have already signed the house sale contract, and the new owner will come to collect the house in one month."

"You sold it?" Jiang Shiyan's eyes were sore, "Song Ling, don't do this."

Song Ling clicked his tongue impatiently, and didn't even bother to be perfunctory.

"Is it because of that person today?"

Song Ling didn't answer him, and looked away silently, the answer was ready to come out.

Jiang Shiyan was actually ready to go to sleep, but Fang Heng took a picture of Song Ling and that person pressing the road in the middle of the night, and that person was holding a big basket of roses in his arms.

Fang Heng was the one who was strangled by Song Ling in the elevator on the day of the school entrance banquet.

[Fang Heng]: Dude, why did you reconcile with that lunatic Song Ling?You're going abroad tomorrow, why don't you go back and rest?Did you forget what he did on the day of your school entrance banquet?

Of course Jiang Shiyan knew that that person was not him.

But he didn't believe that in just two months, Song Ling, who had always been deeply in love with him, would change his heart so quickly.

That person obviously looks so similar to him, and that person is obviously just his shadow.

Jiang Shiyan was angry, and began to take off his clothes, as if giving up on himself, "I know what you want, I can't give it to you, but what I can give, I will definitely give it to you."

Song Ling walked over, grabbed his hand that was unbuttoning it, and said without emotion: "Don't insult yourself."

Jiang Shiyan couldn't control his emotions, and tears fell down, "Didn't you always want to be with me, didn't you just want to get me?"

Song Ling let go of his hand and handed him the tissue box, "I used to think it was."

Jiang Shiyan: "What do you mean?"

Song Ling sat across from him, and said calmly, "I know you're going abroad, I thought about forcing a relationship and keeping you by my side, but I can't."

Jiang Shiyan walked towards him, "Then you can do it now."

Song Ling took a step back and looked at him calmly: "Guan Minglang asked me if I worshiped you like a god before, would I have sexual impulses towards you?"

Jiang Shiyan didn't speak.

Song Ling: "I thought it was because I didn't dare, couldn't bear it, but actually I didn't."

Song Ling paused, and then said, "But I have feelings for him."

Jiang Shiyan was dumbfounded. He knew that Song Ling was always direct and never beat around the bush. If he didn't tell the truth, he would never say it.

When Song Ling said this, he did not hide the desire and longing in his eyes. He had never looked at himself like this before.

The impact of these words on Jiang Shiyan was too strong, "You are looking for him because he looks like me, he is just my substitute."

"Except for that night when I was drunk, I never regarded him as you, not even once." Song Ling paused, and then said, "But that night, as long as it was someone, I could treat him as you."

Jiang Shiyan sat quietly on the sofa without saying a word.

"I didn't think of you when I was with him, and I think you must also want to know why." He took a step back, "Listen carefully, I only say these words once."

"Even if I use him to disgust Song Zhaoguang, he will still speak for me in front of the Song family."

"He would hide the grapes for me, instead of telling me to face it hard, and told me frankly that he actually has a shadow, so don't force yourself to face it if you are afraid. It's not a big deal to escape."

"He didn't just persuade me to do what I didn't want to do, and forced me to compromise with so-called warmth."

"He was afraid that I would jump off the stairs, and even though he had already gone far, he ran back and grabbed me, telling me that it was good to be alive."

"He still remembers that I don't eat green onions."

As Song Ling spoke, his tone became more gentle.

Jiang Shiyan remained silent, he had never done any of these things.

But he was not reconciled, "He approached you because he was trying to plot something wrong. It is said that his family is very poor, and everything he did was for money!"

Song Ling smiled, "He loves money very much."

In order to make Jiang Shiyan give up, Song Ling called out the money transfer records returned by Zhou Qingluo.

"During this time, he didn't take any extra money from me, and he even converted all his savings into foreign currency, and planned to leave it to his sister to study abroad."

Jiang Shiyan blushed.

"I have always believed that human nature is evil, and the law of the jungle is the norm. Even if it is a family relationship, it is for the benefit of each other to calculate and use each other."

"But I understand now that I haven't felt it, but it doesn't mean I don't have it."

"In front of him, I feel that I am a normal person, not a tool of the Song family, and I have the right to live with a smile."

"I know that the person who has been devoted to you for more than ten years got out of the puzzle in a few days. You are unwilling and unconvinced, so you need to do this to save you, but it's really unnecessary."

"Humans, like moths, are phototropic. When they find a little light source, they will rush to it."

"I know very well that he is not you."

"You are the fire, he is the light."

"If the Song family and you have any thoughts on him, I will not let them go."

"I'm done, do you understand?"

The huge flat is empty, and the soft furnishings are also in gray tones, like a cold metal room. The only color in the room is the flamboyant red rose in his hand.

Song Ling's voice had nowhere to hide, hit the wall, reflected back, and all fell into Jiang Shiyan's ears.

It was obviously very quiet, but Jiang Shiyan seemed to have a dozen people arguing in his ears, which was very ear-piercing.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the dark night sky, even the moonlight is shining white, like a sharp blade in the night, it is so cold and dazzling.

Song Ling said that he is Juliet Rose, precious, classic, elegant, delicate and charming, and he wants to hold it in his palm all the time.

But at this time, he was actually holding a gaudy ordinary red rose in his hand.

Song Ling has the ability to perceive other people's emotions and hearts different from ordinary people. He has always known that everything he does is half true and half purposeful.

"Since you know all about it, why are you still being nice to me?"

Song Ling was silent, and then said: "Because when you were ten years old, you rescued me from the swimming pool and later taught me to swim. You were sincere. I also hoped that what you said about being together after graduating from college was also true."

Jiang Shiyan covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath, not knowing what to say.

Song Ling said "hope", not "feel", he has always known.

Ever since the Jiang family began to take care of the Song family's business, he has always known that he was hypocritical and unpredictable towards him.

He remembered that when Song Ling was ten years old, just after returning to Song's house, he was pushed into the swimming pool by a group of children, and Song Jinyi watched indifferently behind him.

He was afraid of these people, but still couldn't bear it, so he jumped down and dragged them up. He was even beaten that time.

From then on, Song Ling treated him with all her heart and soul. Even though she was exhausted by the Song family's torture, she was willing to listen to him and stay at the Song family with peace of mind.

Only today did he realize that all along, in Song Ling's world, he was the only one who was willing or not. When he wanted to, he could lie to himself to live in an illusion, and when he didn't want to, he could get out.

The Song family, including him, thought that they had completely controlled Song Ling and used him as a tool, but they were all wrong.

They were all under Song Ling's control.

Everything they saw before was only Song Ling's wish.

Song Ling's phone dinged, breaking the suffocating silence.

Song Ling glanced at the phone, hooked the corners of his mouth, and left with the phone in his arms, without looking at Jiang Shiyan again.

The door of the room was locked, and the living room was empty, as if in Song Ling's world, there was no trace of him anymore.

[Xiang Qianjin]: Song VVVVIPPPPP, as someone who hasn't posted on Moments for thousands of years, do you post something specific once in a while?Don't post such ambiguous things to mislead the public?

Song Ling clicked on the circle of friends, and the two circles of friends were next to each other. No one liked his post, but the one posted by Zhou Qingluo had more than a dozen likes.

There are also comments from cafe staff.

[Lou Yang]: In the circle of friends late at night on Qixi Festival, rounding up is the official announcement.

[Cui Zi]: 120 roses, thinking about it is a bit wrong.

[Zhao Cheng]: There are melons here, sweet and big.

[Li Lu]: Huh?You all rhyme, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains are always love, can you talk about it?

……

Zhou Qingluo seems to be very shy and likes to keep things out of the way. Once he beat around the bush, Song Ling couldn't help teasing him.

Song Ling replied him.

【. 】How specific?Late at night on Chinese Valentine’s Day, you invited me to eat wontons, remembering that I don’t like chopped green onions, and then I will send you 120 roses.Is this specific enough?

"The other party is typing" appears immediately above the dialog box.

[Xiang Qianjin]: That's not what I mean.

[Xiang Qianjin]: What I said was specific, referring to the concrete and meaningful things that you taught the brats a lesson today, helped the coffee shop staff, etc.

[Xiang Qianjin]: It's not such an ambiguous, somewhat coincidental, and daydream-inducing thing.

[Xiang Qianjin]: I don't know, I thought we had something to say, right?

Song Ling laughed dumbfounded. The frequency of the messages showed how panicked the other party was.

【. ]: Is there something between us?

At this time, the "the other party is typing" on the top of the dialog box flashed and went off, flashed off and on again, and one could imagine the scene where the other party was so angry that he was rolling on the bed with his legs kicking the quilt.

After a long time, he received several dynamic expression packs, showing various poses of a giant panda.

[Xiang Qianjin]: /Panda in a daze.gif, you make me very speechless.

[Xiang Qianjin]: / Panda turns around. gif, bad brain, go back to take medicine.

[Xiang Qianjin]: /President Panda Countdown.gif, I'll give you three seconds.

[Xiang Qianjin]: /Panda pinches face.gif, guess what, it's shameless.

It seems that some people are shy.

Song Ling lay down on the bed, unbuttoned a button, turned her face to cover the tattoo on her neck, compared her heart, took a selfie, clicked on the dialog box, and sent it.

【. ]: Selfie Comparing Heart.jpg.

【. ]: I'll send you a selfie if you don't order anything?