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

The sun was sinking to the west, reluctant to take away the afterglow, leaving behind a beautiful sunset glow, which dyed the sky a romantic pink, and the white sweater on Song Ling's body was also reflected in a warm light pink.

Zhou Qingluo conceived Song Ling's caricature image in his mind countless times, either in black and white, or in black, all in cool tones, expressionless, cold eyes, lifeless.

But now he is standing in the sunset, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his expression relaxed, like a child returning from a long distance, finally unloading the heavy burden, taking off the cold shell, and turning back to his original appearance.

This seems to be what the best and best Xiaoman in the orphanage should look like when he grows up.

It's pretty good.

Zhou Qingluo smiled at him.I don't know what to say.

After all, although the two of them solved the misunderstanding about the substitute in the morning, Song Ling didn't seem very happy. Maybe it was because he painted Jiang Shiyan's painting in front of him.

Fortunately, Song Ling was called away by a phone call, otherwise he didn't know how to explain it.

Zhou Shoulin was quite surprised, "Xiao Song, you are here, just in time, Qing Luo bought crabs, and we will steam them tonight... Oh, you bought them too."

Zhou Qingluo: "I still bought so many!"

Zhou Shoulin walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Come in, we'll have dinner at home, uncle will cook something delicious for you."

Zhou Qingluo took off his helmet, and the sunflower doll attached to the helmet was grinning and swaying from side to side, as if welcoming him with joy.

Zhou Qingluo walked up to him, looked at the crab in his hand and asked, "Why do you buy so many crabs?"

Song Ling: "Crabs are so cute, they must be delicious too."

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback, and asked with a smile, "Did you see my circle of friends?"

"Ah."

"So you bought it for me on purpose?"

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, "Yes."

"you are very welcome."

Zhou Qingluo likes to eat hairy crabs, but for 40 yuan a piece, he is not willing to buy too much, and he still has to save money to buy a house.

Song Ling bought so many at once, which made him so happy.

After helping Jiao Zuo finish painting and paying the bill, Song Ling must be treated to a big meal.

He couldn't help asking again: "How many catties? Is it heavy?"

Song Ling didn't know how much it weighed, anyway, he asked the boss to wrap the biggest one for him.

"A little heavy."

Zhou Qingluo took the potted plant in his hand very consciously.

"Then let me get this for you."

Zhou Qingluo was holding the helmet with one hand, and the sunflower spring was still sucking on the helmet, swaying from side to side as he walked, and grinning.

It looks like Zhou Qingluo laughing.

Song Ling looked at some lazy people and smiled silently, thinking that the sunflower he planted by himself would surely grow sunflowers with smiling faces in the future.

Zhou Qingluo looked at the newly sprouted seedling and asked curiously, "What kind of plant is this?"

Song Ling: "Melon seeds."

"Melon seeds? What do you grow melon seeds for? Eat them?"

"Ah."

"It's good to plant flowers in pots, but it's probably a bit difficult to set seeds."

"Flowers are fine."

Zhou Shoulin took the lead to enter the room. It was already dark, so he turned on the light and asked Song Ling to come in.

"Xiao Song, sit wherever you want, don't be shy."

Song Ling: "Uncle Zhou, I have a heartless request."

"You said."

Song Ling winked at Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

"I've moved, and I haven't found a place to live yet. It's close to my work. Can I stay with you for a few days?"

When Zhou Shoulin heard it, he smiled and said, "Okay, what a big deal, Qing Luo's room is big, you squeeze him in."

Zhou Qingluo felt bad all over at the thought of sleeping with Song Ling.

"Dad! I have a single bed, only 1.2 meters."

Zhou Shoulin: "Who told you to sleep together? What are you thinking? There is still a spare single bed at home. When the time comes, we will fight it out. Xiao Song will sleep there."

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's fine."

"Then Xiao Song, when will you move? If you have a lot of things, ask Qing Luo to help you."

Song Ling put down the bag, "I brought everything here."

Zhou Qingluo and Zhou Shoulin looked at the only bag and the potted plant in their hands, and were silent at the same time.

Zhou Shoulin thought to himself, there is a dedicated nutritionist, and a child who spends 1 yuan a month to order from him must move more than this.

After a while, Zhou Shoulin asked cautiously, "Xiao Song, you must be having conflicts with your family, right?"

"Uncle Zhou, I have no father or mother."

"Then you earn all the money you usually spend?"

Song Ling was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer, so he said yes, and Zhou Qingluo revealed his secrets.

After a while, he said, "Their legacy."

Zhou Shoulin knew he shouldn't have asked, "Oh...then, where are your things?"

"Those things are quite dirty, throw them all away."

"Then you shouldn't have only one property..."

Seeing that Zhou Shoulin wanted to ask more questions, Zhou Qingluo quickly interrupted him, "Father, if you continue to ask, people will be too embarrassed to stop."

Zhou Shoulin said with a smile: "I didn't mean that, Xiao Song, I was afraid that our place is too simple and I will wrong you."

Song Ling shook his head, "No, I'm very happy to live with Qing Luo."

Zhou Qingluo frowned. It sounded like nothing wrong with what he said, but it was weird when he thought about it.

Zhou Shoulin: "Then pack up your things, Qing Luo, the small wooden bed is in the storage room in the yard, I'm going to cook."

As soon as Zhou Shoulin left, Zhou Qingluo closed the door and asked him quietly, "Did you really move out of your house?"

Song Ling: "Well, I don't have money to rent a house, please take it in."

"I don't need to transfuse that vampire in the future, do I?"

"vampire?"

"Your half-brother."

"No more."

Zhou Qingluo smiled happily, "That's right, I just wondered if you were stupid before, willing to give him so much blood."

Song Ling smiled without saying a word.

Zhou Qingluo gave him a thumbs up, "Congratulations! Have you seen "Friends"?"

"what is that?"

"It doesn't matter what it is, a line is for you, welcometotherealworld! Itsucks, butyou'regonnaloveit."

Song Ling looked at the radiant person in front of him and smiled without saying a word.

He knew the world was ugly, and he never wanted to love it, but now he kind of does.

Zhou Qingluo vacated a cabinet for him, "Just put your stuff here, it doesn't matter how long you want to live, you can move it out after you finish it."

Song Ling took out things from the bag and put them in the cabinet. There was only a set of clothes and a laptop inside.

That suit was actually the T-shirt with holes in it that he wore when it rained that day!

Zhou Qingluo: "Isn't this dress mine? You didn't throw it away."

Song Ling hung up, "It's mine now."

"Where are your clothes?"

"No more."

"Then what are you wearing these days?"

"I'll buy it again."

He has already ordered everything, and the designer will deliver it to him in two days.

"Are you rich?"

"..." careless.

After a while, Song Ling said, "Give Song Jinyi a blood transfusion, he will give you money, and he has savings."

"That's hard-earned money. You should move more, clothes, pants and shoes, and some valuable things."

Zhou Qingluo sighed leisurely, it seems that this child has never suffered a loss without money, and has no concept of money.

Song Ling: "But I don't want those things anymore."

Zhou Qingluo sighed remorsefully, "If you don't want it, you can buy it for money."

"..."

"Forget it, come with me to the storage room to move the bed."

He whispered to Zhou Qingluo: "A 1.2-meter bed can sleep two people."

"How is it possible? The two of us add up to 4 meters, let's go, move things."

Song Ling silently followed behind him, walked to the door of the small storage room, and did not follow him in.

Zhou Qingluo: "Come in and help."

Song Ling: "Turn on the light."

"Without a light, I can still see."

Song Ling didn't move.

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

Zhou Qingluo did not get an answer from Song Ling.

After a while, Song Ling said slowly, "Lie on your back if you can't lie down, just lie on top of each other."

Zhou Qingluo sneered, "Why lie on top of each other..."

and many more.

Lay on top of each other?

Seeing some people's half-smile expressions, Zhou Qingluo flushed with embarrassment.

"You're thinking about farting!"

"Can't even think about it?"

"..."

Zhou Qingluo protested silently and let him show off alone.

Song Ling: "I'm afraid that it will be hard for you to move the bed, so I think it's okay to squeeze."

Zhou Qingluo gave him a blank look, "Shut up if you don't come in to help."

Zhou Shoulin tidied up the storage room very neatly. The single bed was wrapped in foam and was very clean. Fortunately, the bed was not big, so Zhou Qingluo could take it out by himself.

As soon as he got it outside, Song Ling took the things in his hand, "You have worked hard, rest, I will take care of you."

Zhou Qingluo looked back at the cramped storage room, and then at Song Ling's back. Could it be that he is really afraid of the dark.

Looks like the storage room needs a light too.

Zhou Qingluo shook his arms and stopped working. He slumped on the sofa and ate with his legs crossed. Zhou Shoulin couldn't bear to watch Song Ling move in and out. "Qing Luo, how could you let Xiao Song work alone?"

Zhou Qingluo shrugged, "He won't let me do it."

Zhou Shoulin: "Xiao Song, take a break, I'll come back later, don't be busy, like a new son-in-law came to the door the first day."

Zhou Qingluo was eating potato chips, when he heard this, he accidentally bit his mouth.

How does his father describe this?

Song Ling smiled: "It's okay, I have to trouble Qing Luo to take care of her these few days."

Zhou Shoulin: "Look how sensible this kid is."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Parents all over the world are the same.

Zhou Qingluo snorted, "Cook well, don't act like a father-in-law seeing his son-in-law for the first time, it's good to see people anywhere."

Zhou Qingluo didn't feel right until he finished speaking, what kind of nonsense was he talking about?

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, "I feel that way."

Zhou Qingluo gnawed on the potato chips and numb himself on the sofa.

After Song Ling installed the bed, Zhou Qingluo walked into the room and was dumbfounded.

Some people even stuck the cot tightly against his bed without leaving a single gap.

The frightening thing is that the combined bed is the same style as his bed, and it feels like a bed when put together.

This room is like a double bed room.

Song Ling also said to him triumphantly, "Is it finished?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Just tell me where it is."

Zhou Shoulin found time to come over to see if he could help, and when he saw that Song Ling was ready, he said cheerfully, "It's pretty good, thanks for your hard work, Xiao Song."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

What is it called is very good, Dad, please read it again.

Zhou Shoulin: "This bed was originally the same as Qing Luo's. He used to be young, so I slept with him and put it together. Now I put it away when I don't need it."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." It really is the same style.

Zhou Qingluo dismissed Zhou Shoulin, "Dad, the dishes are all muddy, so you can concentrate on cooking."

As soon as Zhou Shoulin left, Zhou Qingluo closed the door and asked Song Ling, "Don't you feel something is wrong?"

Song Ling walked to the collage of the two beds: "There is a groove on the edge of your bed, and there is a bulge on my side. Using your electrical theory, it is called a male and a female. They are perfectly combined."

"One male and one female, isn't that biological?"

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, "Zhou Qingluo, Electric also has male and female, don't always think about physical things."

Zhou Qingluo: "Who always wants to have sex..." Forget it, let's not talk about it, this person is absolutely amazing, I admire him, he is awesome.

Zhou Qingluo could no longer follow his train of thought and be led into a ditch by him.

Zhou Qingluo went to his bed and pulled it out, trying to separate the two beds, and while pulling it back, he murmured, "I think this room should be a standard room, not a big bed room."

But no matter how hard you pull it, it won't move.

Pull it hard, but it won't move.

Song Ling looked at him with his arms folded, not coming to help.

Zhou Qingluo: "Please do me a favor?"

There was something in Song Ling's drawling voice: "They are tightly bound together, like glue, and they are inseparable."

"Can you help?"

Song Ling shrugged, expressing that there was nothing he could do.

"Okay, I'll go find the axe."

Song Ling stretched out his hand to stop the person who was about to find the axe.

Zhou Qingluo ignored it and rushed out.

Song Ling withdrew his hand and wrapped it around Zhou Qingluo's waist.

Zhou Qingluo: "?" What operation?

Song Ling leaned closer to his ear and said, "Tsk, Zhou Qingluo, you are going to beat... oh no, smash the ducks with an ax?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, he really didn't know what was going on in Song Ling's mind, "Make a bed, why do you play so much!"

Song Ling looked at his red earlobes, smiled softly, and let go of him.

He walked slowly to the side of the bed, and with a slight movement, the gluey bed in his mouth was immediately separated.

"Don't be angry, can't I get it out?"