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

Zhou Qingluo didn't know the reason, he tried so hard but couldn't break it apart, Song Ling just buckled it lightly and it was fine.

Zhou Qingluo stood on the spot and shut himself up. He spent a long time here, but some people were watching.

Song Ling moved the bed, and Zhou Qingluo quickly moved the bedside table over and put it between the two beds.

The sweet and warm big bed room has finally become a pure business standard room.

Song Ling looked at some busy people: "Zhou Qingluo, what are you afraid of?"

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath. It seemed that some people just pretended not to know something if they didn't say it directly.

"I'm afraid that if you push the bed over and fasten it in the middle of the night, I won't be able to pull it out. Do you understand?"

"Do you think if I want to push it over, this bedside table can block it?"

Song Ling laughed softly, swallowed again, and his flamboyant Adam's apple moved accordingly, flirting blatantly.

Zhou Qingluo: "...This represents my attitude of rejection."

"Or, need to push the bed?"

"..."

Zhou Qingluo really wanted to hit him.

One second before he erupted, Song Ling put away his unrestrained expression, and said slowly, "Zhou Qingluo, brute force is not enough to tear down this bed, you need skills and methods."

Zhou Qingluo had already become angry from embarrassment, he couldn't choose what to say, "Yes, you have skills, you are the most skilled in the whole world."

Song Ling got up, walked to him, faced him, turned her head, and smiled badly, as if holding back some bad idea.

"Not only skills and methods, but posture is also very important."

"?"

"The posture you just did not work."

Although Zhou Qingluo blushed, the setting of staying calm in times of danger cannot collapse.

He looked at Song Ling with a straight face, and walked out with a stiff neck, "I'm going to get the axe."

"They're separated."

"Slash you."

Song Ling laughed happily, "Zhou Qingluo, don't be shy and blushing all the time."

"..."

Song Ling put his hand on Zhou Qingluo's shoulder, curled his fingers, and gently scraped his face, "You are so pale now, and your face is so obvious when you blush."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore, and bent his elbow to push his stomach.

Obviously they didn't use much force, but some people let go of their hands in pain, with distorted expressions and clutching their stomachs.

"Zhou Qingluo, the body is 1 in the front, skills, posture, and method are 0 in the back."

Seeing him begging for nothing, Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, "You'll have to cover me from now on, you'd better restrain yourself, and cover up that whole gallon bucket of yellow waste in your head, don't let it go!" Out all day."

Someone dragged his tongue, "Okay, I'm sorry, I was wrong, and I will peel the crabs for you later to apologize."

Zhou Qingluo didn't bother to talk to him, cooking was more important, and today there was his favorite hairy crab.

Zhou Shoulin steamed eight crabs and made three dishes, twice-cooked pork, stir-fried cabbage heart and winter melon soup with pork ribs.

He glanced at Zhou Qingluo, puzzled, "Qing Luo, why is your face so red?"

Zhou Qingluo was stunned, and stared at Song Ling without a trace, "It's hot."

Song Ling saw his white eyes in the blink of an eye, "Qing Luo helped me pack my things just now."

Zhou Shoulin laughed and said, "Xiao Song, treat yourself as if you were at home, be more casual."

Zhou Shoulin even packed the rice for him, and the chopsticks were placed beside him, with the square ends facing in and the round ends facing out, so he could eat with just raising his hand.

Because I want to eat crabs, I also prepared plates and tools.

Song Ling has never experienced this kind of feeling. It turns out that warmth and belonging can make people feel at ease, not a piece of meat hanging by the chopping board.

Zhou Qingluo picked a big crab for Zhou Shoulin, and then pissed off the people around him, "Are you eating male and female?"

Song Ling came back to his senses: "Anything you want."

Zhou Qingluo randomly took one and put it on his plate, "Here comes a random crab."

Zhou Shoulin put the crab back: "I don't like to eat this stuff, you young people should eat more."

Zhou Qingluo: "Dad, there are so many, let's eat."

Zhou Shoulin picked up the rice, "If you don't want to eat, it's troublesome."

Zhou Qingluo knew that Zhou Shoulin was reluctant to eat, and he couldn't resist him. When he was about to attack the crab with his bare hands, Song Ling put on the disposable gloves slowly, and then gracefully picked up the tweezers.

tweezers!

Zhou Qingluo paused while holding the crab's hand, and was silent for a while, thinking that Song Ling was a son of a rich family, so it was understandable to be particular about it, but he was from a grassroots background, so there was no need to be so particular about it.

He adjusted his mentality, and with a bang, he opened the crab's shell.

The crab roe of the female crab was plump and very attractive. Zhou Qingluo picked it off with a chopstick and put it in Zhou Shoulin's bowl.

Zhou Shoulin looked at the small pile of crab roe in the bowl, and said with a smile, "Okay, you can eat."

After Zhou Qingluo picked out the crab roe, he snapped the crab in half with a squeak, sucked up the remaining roe, and bit it with his mouth.

Different from his unrestrained school, Song Ling of the graceful school held tweezers and used them to methodically peel off the shells, remove the gills, take out the crab roe, and pick out the meat...

After Zhou Qingluo ate a crab, Song Ling also finished peeling a crab. The crab meat and crab roe were piled up in the crab's shell. The whole shell was full, and the rest of the shell was neatly placed beside it.

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a moment, and compared what was left over from eating crabs by himself and others. Song Ling's was called the peeled crab shell, but he could only see that it was a pile of food scraps.

It looks like the face of a top student and a scumbag.

Zhou Qingluo quickly adjusted his mentality. Song Ling ate it in a five-star way, but he ate it in a food stall, the method was just different.

When Zhou Qingluo reached for the second crab, Song Ling put a shell full of crab meat on Zhou Shoulin's plate.

"Uncle Zhou, you eat."

Zhou Qingluo paused the hand that was catching the crab, hooked the corner of his mouth, turned his hand, and put the crab into Song Ling's bowl.

Zhou Shoulin: "Okay, okay, eat it, don't peel it for me again, the crab is cold, I'm old, I can't eat too much, my stomach can't take it, it's really enough."

Elegance belongs to others. In the field of eating crabs, Zhou Qingluo has always been a hero. When the second pile of food scraps was born, Zhou Qingluo smacked his lips contentedly.

It's delicious, but if you eat it with your mouth, your mouth and tongue will feel a little numb.

Just as his claws were about to reach the third one, Song Ling put a shell full of crab meat on his plate.

Zhou Shoulin and Zhou Qingluo said in unison, "You eat, why don't you eat?"

Song Ling smiled, "Just now I promised Qing Luo to help him peel the crabs."

The dining table was a small square table, with one side leaning against the wall, Zhou Shoulin and Song Ling were facing each other, and Zhou Qingluo was facing the wall.

Some people explained to Zhou Shoulin in a serious manner, but they stretched out their legs in a non-serious way, and hooked his calf, "Is it Qing Luo?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Shoulin: "Child Qing Luo will bully Xiao Song Honest."

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Dad, what did you say?Who is honest?You looked at him with a smug smile and said it again?

Zhou Qingluo felt that if he didn't eat this crab meat, he would lose a lot of money.

He picked up chopsticks and ate.

It's so cool, it's all crab meat, there is no shell at all, and the mouth is not numb, and you don't have to worry about being cut by the shell.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered that he didn't know what subjects he had learned before, and said that the biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans can use tools.

The tweezers smell so good!

Song Ling: "Isn't it more delicious this way?"

Careful thinking was seen through, Zhou Qingluo said calmly, "It's okay, it's all about eating."

Song Ling smiled without a trace, picked up a crab and continued to peel it. Zhou Qingluo glanced at the humans around him from time to time to see how he used the tool.

Then find a step down for yourself, "I'll try this tweezers too, it looks fun."

But in Song Ling's hands, they looked like tweezers with a head and eyes, but in his hands they turned into ordinary iron clips.

Why is this so, he is clearly an ingenious painter, and he can also make dolls!

After being prodded a fifth time with tweezers.Zhou Qingluo frowned and put down the tweezers, smashing the jar, but unexpectedly it still had a temper, and fell to the ground with a bang.

At the same time, Song Ling's crab was peeled, and a shell full of crab meat was placed on his plate. He took a look at him, and then took the crab that he had ruined a bit to size up, and clicked his tongue .

"Uncle Zhou, you feel a little wronged when you see Luo's crab clearly."

Zhou Shoulin laughed loudly, "Qing Luo, it's fine if you don't know how to use tweezers."

Zhou Qingluo looked at the crab: "...I don't think it's wronged, but owes a beating."

Song Ling gently shook the tweezers in his hand, "Okay, I'll beat it with the tweezers right away to avenge you."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

After a long while, he couldn't hold back anymore, and burst out laughing, "What a mess."

Song Ling took a look at Zhou Qingluo, and also smiled. He was peeling the crab, his little sun was in his peripheral vision, and he wanted to stop time at this moment, and also wanted to watch the vivid sunrise and sunset.

I want the years to last forever, but I also want to grow old slowly.

He is becoming more and more greedy.

Zhou Shoulin went for a walk after eating, Zhou Qingluo ate and drank enough, and slumped on the sofa to watch short videos.

Song Ling gave him a disgusted look, "Zhou Qingluo, you will grow belly if you continue like this."

Zhou Qingluo lazily said: "Lie down after a meal, live longer than a tortoise, and a person with a small belly is called happy fat."

"go for a walk."

"Tomorrow weekend, I'm going to paint the underground garage for your friend, let me take a break."

"That's not going."

Zhou Qingluo patted the empty seat beside him, "Yes, come and sit."

"I said don't paint the wall, take a good rest."

Zhou Qingluo put down his phone and looked at him straight, "No way. It's a fool to have money and not make money, but I'm not stupid."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo continued to watch short videos.

In the short video, a small Internet celebrity is showing off the newly bought Daping layer.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly remembered his 300-square-meter flat in his last life.

Zhou Qingluo didn't row away, watching him take pictures.

Zhou Qingluo sighed: "Fuck, this house is so beautiful."

Song Ling walked over to look, "What?"

"Hey, this."

When Song Ling saw it, his face immediately collapsed, because what Zhou Qingluo was looking at was the Daping floor he had just sold.

Zhou Qingluo watched the video immersively, "The color tone is my favorite Morandi color system, wow, there is also a studio, the decoration is so beautiful, I can do this big painting table! I love the high-end gray in the master bedroom, it is cold and cool Cool, damn it. The big balcony in the master bedroom! Drinking a glass of red wine at night and sitting here overlooking the lights of thousands of houses, you suddenly feel like the most awesome man in the world, right?"

The camera pans to the living room.

Zhou Qingluo continued: "The living room is a bit ugly. The grand piano is so abrupt and pretentious here. Isn't it good to put the piano room? This row of display cabinets is so low. Is this a home or a museum? I feel that the style of the living room is as good as the whole house. Out of place, like the design of two people with much different tastes."

Song Ling drew the design drawings by himself for the decoration. Jiang Shiyan said he didn't like it when he saw it, and said he wanted to redesign and redecorate it himself.

Jiang Shiyan just smashed the living room, following his own style.

There is a saying that if you haven't seen the good ones, how do you know the bad ones?

He hadn't really seen a good one before.

The camera panned to the coat rod and suddenly got stuck, and the picture was frozen on a limited-edition coat.

Zhou Qingluo handed the phone to Song Ling: "Huh? Do you also have this coat?"

Song Ling: "..."

The video got stuck, Song Ling took Zhou Qingluo's cell phone and dragged him up from the sofa, "You should at least follow me to buy some daily necessities."

The mobile phone was confiscated by Song Ling, Zhou Qingluo didn't see the end of the video, and didn't read the title of the video carefully, #选流#

Zhou Qingluo clicked his tongue and blamed: "Are you stupid? You don't take these from the Song family. Are you saving them money? Now you have to pay for it yourself."

Song Ling: "..."

"Do you have any money with you?"

"……have it."

"You can go to paint with me tomorrow, and I will earn money to take you with me after I tell you."

"Justice."

"If your friend asks you, just say, you go over and help him oversee the work."

"thoughtful."

"And the VIP member of Sister Cui's coffee shop, when will you recharge?"

For the first time, Song Ling felt that his head was getting bigger, and he realized that lying was like rolling a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

Zhou Qingluo: "When will it be charged?"

"...by the end of the year."

"There are still three months until the end of the year. I will discuss with her whether I can give you a refund."

Song Ling: "Go shopping first, we'll talk about these later."

Song Ling thought that everything was over, but he didn't expect that it would not be so easy to pretend to be poor.

Song Ling thought that Zhou Qingluo would take him to the supermarket, let alone a large shopping mall, it must be a chain of small convenience supermarkets, and in the end, Zhou Qingluo took him to the small commodity wholesale market.

Small Commodity City is full of people, with a wide range of products, and there is also a snack street where vendors shout. Stinky tofu and roasted gluten dominate, spicy duck neck and roasted pig's trotters dominate, and Oden and Beef Offal Soup is not to be outdone, and wants to occupy a place.

The taste is very layered.

Song Ling hasn't been to this kind of place for a long time, so long that he almost forgot that the last time he came, he should have participated in the mental arithmetic competition on behalf of the orphanage and won the championship. The dean's mother brought him here for his birthday. He bought a small cake.

Zhou Qingluo took him around and went to various small shops to buy a toothbrush for five yuan, a towel for six yuan, slippers for seven yuan, a vest for eight yuan, and shorts for nine yuan.

Fortunately, the underwear he bought was a serious brand, and the boss even gave him a pair of socks and a stainless steel washbasin.

The boss will not give it away.

Zhou Qingluo: "Boss, we buy so many, it's not too much for you to give a pair of socks and a washbasin."

"Young man, this is the wholesale market. Is it too much for you to buy two boxes?"

"I have worked in your factory. It is in XX County, XX City. The cost is not much. You can send it. If you send it more, it will be more popular, right?"

In the end, the boss had no choice but to give it to him, "The young man is too good at calculating."

"It's not that I plan carefully, it's that the boss is generous, thank you boss, business is booming."

Zhou Qingluo bought him an electric razor, chose the cheapest one, and used the same method, saying that he had worked in a razor factory, and pestered the boss to give him a night light with a USB interface.

The boss smiled helplessly, "You young man, you are too good at living, let me give it to you."

Zhou Qingluo took it with a smile, "It's not that I know how to live, it's that the boss is generous."

"Stinky boy, it's getting late, hurry up and go home."

"Thank you boss, business is booming."

Zhou Qingluo used the words "I used to work in the factory" and "The boss is generous" to grab a lot of things.

Song Ling followed in silence all the way, dumbfounded.

In the end, I couldn't help asking: "Zhou Qingluo, at what age did you start working part-time?"

Zhou Qingluo suppressed a smile: "You don't understand, the children of the poor have long been in charge of the family."

"..."

When he got home, Song Ling looked at the two large bags of things that he had bought for less than 200 yuan, and asked politely, "Zhou Qingluo, are these things of good quality?"

Song Ling thought of bleeding gums, skin allergies, and cuts when shaving.

"It's a wholesale market over there. Although it's chaotic, there are also serious and good things. I can find them. Don't worry, many brands are purchased here, and the price of a set is 10 times higher."

Before he became popular in his last life, he brought goods live, went to many factories, knew some tricks, and could always pick up some cheap and useful things.

The socket at the head of the bed has a USB port, and Zhou Qingluo plugged in the small night light he bought, "The boss of the wholesale market is still very good, so give this to that. Look, this light is not very good. It's warm, soft, and not too dark. .”

Song Ling smiled, "I don't think it's because of the boss, but because of some people's mouth."

Zhou Qingluo also laughed, "Never mind him, just send it off, sleep like this at night, you should be fine with this light, right?"

Song Ling was startled.

He had a night light in his bag, fearing that Zhou Qingluo wouldn't get used to it, so he even bought an eye mask.

He was thinking about how to explain to Zhou Qingluo his habit of sleeping with the night light on, but Zhou Qingluo discovered his weakness first.

He is afraid of being alone in a dark enclosed space.

Song Ling asked directly: "How do you know?"

"Guess."

People like Song Ling who have been tortured for a long time are afraid of grapes, and they probably stayed in the little black room for a long time. Fear of the dark is a standard feature.

"Are you sure you don't have a tacit understanding?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly. "..." If you don't flirt, you will die.

"You lie on the bed, let me try turning off the light? If it doesn't work, just change it to something brighter."

"This is a gift, is it still a replacement?"

"What's the use of a long mouth, lie down on it."

Song Ling lay obediently on the bed, Zhou Qingluo turned off the light with a snap, and then turned it on again immediately, "How is it?"

Song Ling: "It's too fast to see clearly."

Zhou Qingluo closed it again.

The light in the room is much darker, the warm yellow night light glows softly, and the space is quiet and ambiguous.

Song Ling turned his head, Zhou Qingluo was staring at his expression seriously, "Is it okay?"

Seeing that Song Ling didn't respond, Zhou Qingluo immediately turned on the light, "Is it too dark?"

"good."

"Okay or not, what is it?"

"Okay, but it's a bit like a fun themed room."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo didn't bother to talk to him, and lay down on the bed, "Then I'll turn off the light and go to sleep."

The light in the room was dim, Song Ling turned his head, Zhou Qingluo turned his back to him, the quilt was tightly covered, only his fair shoulders were exposed.

Song Ling asked: "Zhou Qingluo, why are you working so hard to make money?"

Zhou Qingluo turned to face him, and said solemnly: "Buy a house, you have to buy a house, do you know that? You have come out of the Song family, you must have your own house."

"...makes sense."

"We work hard and save together, and then we can buy next door and be neighbors."

Song Ling didn't expect that he would appear in Zhou Qingluo's future plans.

Song Ling: "Why don't we buy a house together and live together."

"That won't work, whose name should I write?"

"Write your own, okay?"

"Then you are not at a loss."

"Then you sleep with me."

"..." Here it goes again, the gallon bucket of yellow waste in someone's head is about to pop the lid off again.

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes at him, turned around, and turned his back to him.

"Zhou Qingluo."

"..."

"I can massage, it's very comfortable."

"..."

"I'll give you a free night in the future."

"Sleep! If you talk again, I'll turn off the night light!"

"If you want to pull it out, I will pull it out. You also said that I have skills."

Zhou Qingluo felt that a wall had to be built between the two beds.