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For the next few days, Song Ling didn't come to the cafe, and Zhou Qingluo didn't see him.

Zhou Qingluo had been clean for a few days, but his heart was empty. It was okay when he was busy, but as long as he was clean, he remembered Song Ling's empty eyes, and the thorn in his heart became restless.

Zhou Qingluo wanted to ask him why he didn't come, but he couldn't find an excuse. Cui Zi had already mentioned his daily breakfast, so there was no need to prepare it.

Song Ling even informed Zhou Shoulin that he didn't have to cook his lunch these days.

It seems that everything is reasonable, but everything deliberately bypasses him.

He looks like a scumbag who is indifferent!

Several times I picked up my phone and wanted to text him, but I didn't know what to say.

Seeing his resentful expression, Zhao Cheng asked, "Qing Luo, what are you thinking? The lunch box was torn by you."

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses suddenly, only to find that the lunch box was smashed to pieces by him, and the chopsticks were about to break.

I thought to myself that people are really scumbags, and it is terribly annoying when someone is jumping around all the time, but now they are inexplicably engaged in a cold war, and they feel weak.

Zhou Qingluo lied casually: "Oh, thinking about the novel I read yesterday, the plot in it was too irritating, and I couldn't calm down."

Li Lu also poked the lunch box resentfully, "The novel I read yesterday was also infuriating. The scumbag is hot and cold and violent, and the heroine keeps posting it in a mean way. The scumbag The bitch has a look on her face, bah."

Zhou Qingluo was drinking water and was out of breath.

Everyone looked at him inexplicably.

In order to cover up, Zhou Qingluo changed the subject, "Zhao Cheng, has the dean thought about what to draw at the orphanage on weekends?"

Zhao Cheng said: "The dean said that he wanted to paint sunflowers, and some classic cartoon characters, such as Ultraman, Pikachu, Doraemon, Luffy, etc. I bought all the paints."

Zhou Qingluo: "Sunflower? It's not the same type as a cartoon character, will it be a bit abrupt?"

Zhao Cheng: "The dean said that the big boss who has been funding the welfare home likes sunflowers. The boss also grew up in the welfare home. It happened to be his birthday on July [-]th. The dean wanted to give him this painting. .”

Zhou Qingluo: "July [-] birthday?"

"Yeah, this day is quite evil, why is it not his birthday in the Gregorian calendar?"

Zhou Qingluo's eyelids twitched. For some reason, he thought of Song Ling's anticipation asking him if he was free on July [-]th.

Hey, why do I keep thinking of him.

Zhou Qingluo sighed softly, regretting that he agreed to Zhao Cheng too early.

In the past few days, Song Ling was under house arrest in the Song family's own room.

Before Song Jinyi's blood transfusion, Song Zhaoguang locked him up in advance and didn't let him go anywhere.

The Song family in Qingling City turned their hands into clouds and their hands into rain, their roots were rotten to the bone, and they really thought they could cover the sky with one hand.

Song Jinyi brought up the dinner himself, with abalone, ginseng, wings and belly, everything you need.

Song Ling lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, his cold white skin contrasted sharply with the navy blue sheets, like a little white rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.

Song Jinyi likes psychology. The entire wall of his study is covered with psychological books. Over the years, Song Ling has been under his control like a test subject.

Song Ling was afraid of getting an injection when he was a child, so he secretly drank alcohol in order not to get an injection. The alcohol concentration in his blood was too high, which delayed the blood transfusion. So he was beaten by Song Zhaoguang with a broken left hand and locked up in the basement.

It was he who taught Song Ling to drink.

When he grew up, Song Ling accidentally ate a lot of grapes, his blood sugar was too high the next day, and the blood transfusion was delayed. Song Zhaoguang stopped beating him, but locked him up, and let him eat without food or water. Three days of grapes.

He let Song Ling eat the grapes.

He hated Song Zhaoguang, and he also hated Song Ling. With Song Zhaoguang's hand, torturing his illegitimate son, he actually obtained a morbid pleasure.

A man like Song Zhaoguang, who relies on his wife to get ahead, is ungrateful after his success, and he is most afraid that others will repeatedly jump on his stains and trample his dignity under his feet.

For so many years, Song Zhaoguang has completely lost his self-esteem in the Song family, living like a dog.

And Song Ling will also be destroyed.

Everything was going according to his plan, but an accident happened at Jiang Shiyan's point.

When Jiang Shiyan left, Song Ling didn't collapse, didn't burst out the huge destructive energy in his body, committed suicide after dying with this world, and lived in this world well.

His test subject had an accident.

Song Jinyi said with a smile: "Dad and my mother asked you to go down to have dinner together, but you don't want to."

Song Ling found it ridiculous.

In order to control him, Song Jinyi and Song Zhaoguang have been singing double reeds for so many years, one singing red faces and the other singing bad faces, and they haven't gotten tired of singing.

Who would have thought that Song Jinyi, who could shake the GDP of Lingcheng by stomping his feet, would need blood transfusions from others to continue his life.

He slowly got up from the bed, stared straight at Song Jinyi, and laughed inexplicably.

Song Jinyi took out a card in a gentle manner from his pocket and put it on his desk, "It's almost my birthday, buy yourself something you like."

Song Ling got up from the bed and walked to the desk, picked up the card and shook it. The gold card reflected the light, and it was golden, matching the amount inside.

With a bang, Song Ling put the clip on the table lightly, and the inverter air conditioner started to start, and the cold wind blew out, making the atmosphere inexplicably tense.

"Brother, you saved my life, when are you going back?"

Receiving Song Ling's mocking eyes, Song Jinyi lightly pursed his lower lip, not changing his usual gentleness, "What are you talking about, let's eat."

Song Ling leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You're not in a hurry at all, you want to use me to slowly torture Song Zhaoguang, you want to use my hands to destroy everything, and then use Jiang Shiyan to destroy me."

Song Jinyi was taken aback, but returned to normal without any trace.

Song Ling smiled coldly, "Did I miscalculate?"

Song Jinyi's eyes darkened for a moment, then he laughed softly, returning to his beautiful appearance.

Song Ling laughed suddenly, he took a step back, straightened Song Jinyi's shirt collar, and stared straight into his eyes.

"You still have to find a way to get me to sign the organ donation agreement, otherwise you won't get anything if I die."

Song Jinyi's smile froze on his face.

"Jiang Shiyan persuaded me before, but who will persuade me to give you blood transfusions and organs in the future? Brother."

Song Jinyi never thought that Song Ling would be so sober and everything was under his control.

Song Ling let go of Song Jinyi's neckline, took another step back, and paused.

"One more suggestion to my brother, the company's network system needs to be upgraded."

"I went to see the financial system when I was 12 years old, and I went up to take a look two days ago, and now the loopholes are still there."

"I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it. Your account, tsk, it's so beautifully done. If I'm in a bad mood and accidentally upload it to the Internet..."

Song Jinyi smiled, "After a while our dad will find out, he should be angry again."

Of course Song Ling knew what Song Jinyi was implying. Song Zhaoguang had always sung red faces, closed the small black room, and forced him to eat grapes...Sometimes he used tricks to force him to submit.

Song Ling laughed, "Didn't our dad like seafood? It is said that the company recently bought a batch of good ones."

Song Jinyi's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

Song Ling leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Close relatives are not allowed to receive blood transfusions. Guess whose father is he?"

Song Ling didn't continue, and patted Song Jinyi's shoulder, Yun Danfeng smiled lightly, "I've eaten, go get busy, brother."

Song Jinyi barely maintained his superficial gentleness, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Go and eat."

Song Ling turned around immediately after speaking, hiding his indifferent face and clenched teeth.

Maybe Song Ling is no longer a little white rabbit who is slaughtered, but a nine-tailed demon fox who has practiced for thousands of years.

This was Song Ling's first declaration of war against him. He was straightforward, straight-forward, and not procrastinating.

It seems that I underestimated him.

Song Jinyi impatiently loosened the collar of his shirt, made a phone call, and gritted his teeth, "I ordered you to check for loopholes in the company's firewall. Hurry up, if you can't find out, get out. Something happened to that batch of imported seafood, you all get out."

He had to find Song Ling's weakness and weakness immediately.

As soon as Song Jinyi left, Song Ling sat down at the desk, fingertips flying on the computer keyboard, these ordinary symbols and letters, connected together became a sharp sword, those seemingly impenetrable firewalls of the banking system , In front of this sharp sword that cuts iron like mud, it fell apart.

At this time, Song Ling's brain was excited, and there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, and even his lips were exaggeratedly bright red, like a beast licking blood.

At this time, the director of the orphanage called.

"I found the painter. He is a friend of a child who left our orphanage. What do you want to paint?"

Song Ling smiled, "Draw something the children like."

"Sunday is your birthday. You have done a lot for the orphanage over the years, and we have nothing in return for you. Just draw a picture you like in the courtyard."

"Then draw sunflowers, full of vigor."

Like some people, delivering food in the wind and rain, it is obviously hard work, but it is as comfortable as walking on the Kangzhuang Avenue, as if there is endless light ahead.

Because some people still live in this world, this world still needs to exist, and there is no need to go to hell with them.

He even had a little nostalgia for this world.

But such a person hates him, no matter how close he is, he is always repulsed, even unwilling to help him paint a wall painting, wishing to be far away from him.

Song Ling rubbed the center of his brows, closed the computer with a snap, and laughed at himself.

On July [-]th, evil spirits come and go.

He's just an evil spirit, so he doesn't deserve his attention.

Then let this rotten business empire go to hell with him.

On the weekend, Zhou Qingluo came to the Zhenshanmei Welfare Institute, and the staff led him to the wall that needed to be painted.

That wall is actually a fence of the playground, about 20 meters long. The wall has been painted white. Children often play in the playground. If there are paintings on the white wall, it will indeed add a lot of childlike fun.

The paint is ready, but this is outdoors. Although the beginning of autumn has passed, the sun is a bit bright.

Zhao Cheng: "I didn't expect this wall to be so big, can you finish painting it in a weekend?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Leave it on me."

Zhou Qingluo put on his overalls and began to draw on the wall with chalk.

He wanted to paint the background in sky blue, just like in a fairy tale world, under the blue sky, in the sea of ​​sunflowers, a group of cute cartoon characters live happily together.

When he was a child, he also hoped that his favorite cartoon characters would live happily together.

Zhou Qingluo focused on drawing. In one morning, he had already sketched out the layout of the entire wall.

The dean said that the project should be finished before 7 o'clock on Sunday night, and it was to celebrate the birthday of the boss who has always supported the work of the orphanage. On Saturday night, Zhou Qingluo was busy until twelve o'clock, and started painting at [-] o'clock the next morning.

Finally, at 07:30 on Sunday night, it was finally completed. On the fence of the playground of the orphanage, there is a wonderful cartoon fairy tale world.

Zhao Cheng, Li Lu, and Lou Yang came to help after get off work these two days. When they saw the finished product, they hugged Zhou Qingluo excitedly.

Zhao Cheng laughed and cried, "Qing Luo, you are amazing, thank you Qing Luo, you are awesome, I will wash your socks for you in the future."

The onlookers cheered.

"There is my favorite Ultraman."

"And Pikachu."

"And Luffy."

"The big-headed son and the little-headed father are also here."

"And Bear Big Bear Two."

Zhou Qingluo arranged the remaining colorful paints, smiled and said to the children: "Come here to print your little palms."

The children swarmed up, and after a while, colorful little palms were printed on the wall. After a while, the white shirt specially put on for the big brother who had been helping them for his birthday was also dyed in colorful colors.

The dean pretended to criticize a few words, but he couldn't hold back and laughed first, and the children cheered again.

Zhou Qingluo's face was stained with a lot of paint, and his overalls were all dirty and gaudy, but his smiling eyes were very clear, like an elf who came from a colorful world and was accidentally stained with paint.

The dean looked at the lifelike wall paintings, and those cartoon characters seemed to come out of the paintings, vividly.

The dean walked up to him and said with emotion: "It would be great if there was such a painting 20 years ago. He also liked these cartoon characters when he was young."

Zhou Qingluo: "Is that the boss who has been subsidizing the orphanage?"

"Yes, it is him. Without him, the living conditions of the children would not be so good. This painting is for him."

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "I hope he likes it."

Dean: "He also grew up here. 23 years ago, he was thrown at the gate of the orphanage. He only had a date of birth, not even a name."

When the dean mentioned this person, he seemed to have a lot to say. Zhao Cheng, Li Lu and Lou Yang took the children to play and play games. There was a lot of noise, and Zhou Qingluo listened quietly.

"That day was August [-]th, and I had only been working for a month, and the child had just been full moon. It was supposed to be a day of reunion, but he was thrown away by his parents. When I picked him up, I named him and told him My surname is Lin Xiaoman."

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "Good name."

"Xiaoman is the smartest, most sensible, most kind-hearted and motivated child in the whole school. At the age of 7, he participated in the mental arithmetic competition, won the junior group, and won No.1. The conditions were poor at that time. Xiaoman was self-taught, and no one taught him. So smart, he will definitely become a pillar of the country when he grows up."

Zhou Qingluo admires Xueba the most: "The talent is extraordinary."

"When I was 10 years old, I went to participate in a programming competition. When I was in a car accident on the way back, I found out that Xiaoman had RH negative blood. Through the blood bank, I found his biological father. It is said that his half-brother gave him a blood transfusion to save his life. he."

"By the time the championship trophy of the programming competition was delivered to the orphanage, Xiaoman had already been picked up."

When the dean said this, the pride on his face disappeared, and he let out a long sigh.

Zhou Qingluo: "Is Xiaoman doing well after returning home?"

The dean smiled helplessly, "If they had treated Xiaoman sincerely, they wouldn't have thrown him away on the reunion day. They had plans for Xiaoman."

Zhou Qingluo's ability to empathize is too strong, and he can imagine Xiaoman's helplessness and struggle in just a few words.

Zhou Qingluo: "A child, what are they planning for him?"

"Human pursuits are nothing more than money and rights." The dean turned his head, looked at him, and continued: "There is life."

Zhou Qingluo thumped in his heart, "Fate?"

The dean smiled, and did not answer his words directly, but looked into the distance and said slowly: "Xiaoman is sick, his friend Xiaoguan is a psychiatrist, he came here secretly to tell me, let me find a way to persuade Xiaoman to go to treatment , but his family is too powerful, they control Xiaoman, I can't help him, and the most important thing is that Xiaoman is not willing to treat the disease."

"Why are you telling me this? Do you want me to help him?"

The dean smiled, "I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, and I think you are kind, so I can just talk to you casually."

It's nonsense to hit it off at first sight, but Xiaoman told her triumphantly a few days ago that he found a very good painter to paint the wall, and then put the photos of the two together, and asked her casually with a cool face. Handsome, but his eyes are full of smiles.

But when he learned that he couldn't come because of something, his face was full of disappointment.

Unexpectedly, the painter Zhao Cheng hired was also him.

This may be fate.

Xiaoman is a smart and kind child, he shouldn't live such a glamorous and empty life, he should have a bright future, and shine in the field he is good at.

"You can't tell Xiaoman, I told you this."

Zhou Qingluo nodded: "I won't tell, is Xiaoman okay now?"

It wasn't until he finished speaking that he realized that he didn't even know Xiao Man, so how could he tell him.

Just as the dean was about to answer, someone called her, "Dean."

Zhou Qingluo's scalp felt numb when he heard this familiar voice, his blood seemed to be frozen, and he froze in place, not daring to turn his head.

How could this be?

How is this possible.

On that day, he shouldn't have said that the night of July [-] was an unlucky day for ghosts and ghosts to come and go.

He shouldn't have said it.

In July and fifteenth, there are few bright stars, and a clever little Man was born, which should be a good day.

The man's footsteps were getting closer, the dean stepped forward to hug him, and whispered, "Happy birthday, Xiao Man."