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

Jiao Zuo has newly opened a racing-themed couple park, which is not far from his private track and has not yet been put into use.

The parking lot has two underground floors. The first floor is for people who come to play, and the second floor is for racing cars.

What Zhou Qingluo wanted to draw was on the first floor, where tourists parked.

When they arrived, Jiao Zuo and Xiaoci had already arrived.

Jiao Zuo is pressing Xiao Ci against the wall and kissing him, the kiss is as gluey as paint, and he is very selfless.

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling stopped at the same time, staring at the inappropriate scene in front of them with blank faces.

Zhou Qingluo has seen couples kissing in broad daylight with his own eyes, but they only go to the end. Such intense involvement has only been seen in small videos.

After a while, Zhou Qingluo couldn't rest his eyes, and gently tugged at the hem of Song Ling's clothes.

Song Ling turned to look at him.

Zhou Qingluo winked outwards, stretched out two fingers, and made a gesture of slipping away, signaling him not to look, and to leave quickly.

Song Ling lowered his eyes, looked at his fingers swinging back and forth, raised his eyes again, and landed on his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Song Ling: "You want too?"

Zhou Qingluo paused, frowned and said in a low voice, "I tell you to go!"

"Don't go."

"Do you want to be ashamed?"

"I want to study."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo snorted and turned to leave. Song Ling grabbed him and said, "Don't leave, you will learn too."

"I don't study!"

"Sooner or later it will come in handy."

Zhou Qingluo: "You are shameless and I will be shameless. If you don't leave, I will leave."

Song Ling let go of him, and said in a low voice, "All right, if you don't want to learn, let it go, as long as I know how."

Zhou Qingluo ignored him, turned around and left, and Song Ling followed.

Zhou Qingluo's yin and yang were strange: "Aren't you studying?"

"Understood, Teacher Zhou wants to check the homework?"

Zhou Qingluo laughed back angrily, cursing, "Are you sick, if you are sick, go and treat it."

Song Ling glanced at the time, took out his cell phone and called Jiao Zuo, and it rang several times before answering.

Song Ling: "We're almost there."

Jiao Zuo panted heavily, "Okay, okay, come here, we are here too, waiting for you in the garage."

Song Ling hung up the phone, turned his head towards Zhou Qingluo, "Let's go."

Zhou Qingluo: "You're quite polite."

"It's just ordinary empathy."

"You still think differently."

"Do you think, if I was kissing you and was interrupted face to face, would you be embarrassed?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "It's quite embarrassing."

Song Ling hooked the corner of his mouth, the words were long, and some people didn't have such a long way of thinking, so they only listened to half of the words.

Song Ling: "And I would want to kill someone."

"..."

"Understood, think differently."

Zhou Qingluo thought something was wrong, his footsteps stopped, and the tips of his ears were stained red, "What kind of stupid example did you give!"

When the two returned to the garage, Jiao Zuo and Xiaoci had already tidied up.

Zhou Qingluo acted as if he had never seen anything, and communicated with Xiao Ci calmly, only Song Ling looked at his reddish ear tips, knowing that he was still embarrassed.

Song Ling smiled, some people are so thin-skinned, what will they do in the future.

Jiao Zuo pulled Song Ling aside and said in a low voice, "Your flat is sold, go live with me."

"I have a place to live."

"I haven't decorated the villa for you yet, where do you live?"

"twin room."

"..."

After a long while, Jiao Zuo came to his senses, and his jaw dropped in shock, "No way! You, you, you... have you lived in someone else's house?"

Song Lingyun said lightly, "Yes."

"I told you to infiltrate slowly and change slowly. You are too anxious, aren't you scaring people away? His family agrees? Won't you break your leg?"

Jiao Zuo saw that he had no missing arms or legs, and asked with a smile, "How did you do it, teach me."

Song Ling: "..."

Jiao Zuo looked at Song Ling absent-mindedly, keeping his eyes fixed on Zhou Qingluo, and clicked his tongue, "Don't stare so closely, Xiaoci won't do anything to him."

Song Ling: "It's pretty."

"..." Jiao Zuo was about to vomit, "Let's get down to business, your house..."

Song Ling turned around and gave him a cool look.

Jiao Zuo was very afraid of Song Ling's eyes, which were indifferent and gloomy, as if the world would be destroyed in the next moment.

Jiao Zuo changed his words silently, "You and the Song family, what are you going to do?"

Song Ling withdrew his eyes and looked away.

In the past, he wanted to die together, but he let Song Jinyi live for one more minute, and the more hope the Song family had, the more despair Song Zhaoguang would have.

The taller the tree, the more shocking it will be when it falls.

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo and chuckled, "It depends on how honest they are."

This big tree collapsed when it was dishonest, and slowly withered when it was honest.

Anyway, I won't let it go.

Jiao Zuo took a deep breath, and said firmly, "Okay, I need my help, and I'll be here anytime."

Song Ling turned to look at him, a little incredulous.

Jiao Zuo: "I'm serious!"

Song Ling patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "What are you doing in this muddy water?"

On the other side, Zhou Qingluo had already communicated with Xiaoci.

The entire underground garage is finished, and it will take half a month to use the rest time to talk.

The walls have been painted with white latex, cleaned according to Zhou Qingluo's requirements, and the ground has been protected. Zhou Qingluo can start work.

Zhou Qingluo took out the work clothes from his bag, "Why don't you go out first, it will be dirty."

Jiao Zuo: "All right, I'll bring you lunch at noon."

Song Ling: "Bring me a copy too."

Jiao Zuo gave him a white look, "If you don't tell me, I won't bring it for you."

"Then don't take it with you."

Zhou Qingluo: "No need to deliver, we will eat by ourselves, you are busy."

Jiao Zuo hugged Xiaoci, "Then let's go, Mr. Zhou, you can ask him to color for you, he is a professional colorist."

After all, Jiang Shiyan's cartoons were all colored by Song Ling.

Jiang Shiyan’s sensitivity to color is not very good, and he seems to lack talent in this area. Every time he asks fans to choose between his own coloring picture and Song Ling’s coloring frontal picture, basically no one chooses his picture, and some even bluntly say that it is very ugly.

Zhou Qingluo: "Are you really good at toning?"

Jiao Zuo received Song Ling's murderous and arsonistic eyes, realized that he was talking too much, and dragged Xiaoci away, "Let's go, don't interfere with their work."

Zhou Qingluo put on the overalls and asked Song Ling again: "Do you really know how to color?"

Song Ling: "A little bit."

"The saturation of the printed original is a bit large, the coloring area is large, and the visual color will be darker, and it will be lighter when adjusted."

"Do you believe me?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled, and handed him the printed sketch, "Go to work."

Song Ling took it with a smile, put on his overalls and started working.

The requirements for wall painting are not high. Zhou Qingluo took the mobile phone to lay out the layout on the wall, outline it, then paint it, and adjust the details.

After all, it is his own painting, Zhou Qingluo's painting is much easier than that of the orphanage.

Song Ling likes to watch Zhou Qingluo's paintings, he is very devoted and calm, immersed in the world he conceived, enjoying the stories inside.

Only such warm people can draw warm works.

Zhou Qingluo finished drawing, let's try Song Ling's colors.

To his surprise, the color of Song Ling's tune is really not bad!Almost restored the original color of the work.

Zhou Qingluo: "Oh my God! You are too good!"

Song Ling: "I don't dare to do it, the main reason is that I got Teacher Zhou's guidance."

Zhou Qingluo was very happy. Color correction is a big project, and he said boldly: "This is a matter of getting twice the result with half the effort, and half of the bonus will be shared with you."

Song Ling smiled, "I don't want money."

"Then what do you want?"

"Can you do it?"

"..."

Zhou Qingluo was immersed in the joy of getting a right-hand assistant, and he didn't care about his flirtatious words, "Don't be poor, work, and help me paint."

"Aren't you afraid of incoordination when two people paint?"

"will not."

The two cooperated very well. Zhou Qingluo stood on the elevator and climbed to the high place to paint, while Song Ling painted on the bottom. Near noon, a small wall was painted.

The two dealt with each other casually at noon, and when they were a little tired, it was already after six o'clock in the afternoon.

The two were dirty, sitting on the ground against the wall opposite the painting, admiring their paintings.

Zhou Qingluo was very satisfied, it was much better than he expected. Song Ling toned the color very well, and the coloring was also very even.

Song Ling's sensitivity to color is even more sensitive than many professional painters.

Zhou Qing Luo Mei said happily: "It's so beautiful, isn't it?"

Song Ling nodded, "Yes."

"The two of us cooperate very well, a perfect partner."

"Yes, it's a good match. Our first time was very harmonious."

"..."

For the sake of his hard work in coloring and coloring, Zhou Qingluo stopped scolding him.

"If there are wall paintings in the future, will you still come? The money will be divided into half of you."

"Row."

"It's just a bit hard, like now, are you afraid?"

"With you, nothing is hard."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, pursed his lips, lowered his head and fiddled with the paintbrush in his hand, and said in a low voice, "I've been so nasty all day long."

Song Ling turned her head, looked at his profile, and curled her lips, "What I'm telling is the truth."

"That's fine, since you're not afraid of hardship, I'll take you with me when I make money."

"No."

"?"

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to ask why, only to hear Song Ling slowly heaving a sigh of relief, leaning on him slowly, with his head lightly resting on his shoulder.

On the newly painted wall painting is the first page of "Broken Cocoon".

The beautiful mother butterfly flew away and entrusted the little bird to take care of her offspring. In the storm, the little bird on the branch spread its wings to guard the butterfly cocoon that was fluttering with the wind and rain.

He heard Song Ling whisper, "Take me with you wherever you go, okay?"

Zhou Qingluo's heart was hit lightly, softly.

It seems that Song Ling is that cocoon that will fly one day.

After a while, he responded: "Okay."

The two sat like this for a long time when Song Ling's phone rang.

It's Jiao Zuo's call.

Zhou Qingluo pushed Song Ling's head, "I answered the phone."

Song Ling didn't move his head, he rested on Zhou Qingluo's shoulder to answer the phone.

"Hey, are you still in the garage? Xiaoci and I are coming soon."

This familiar line!

Zhou Qingluo was startled, and immediately stood up, looking around to see if anyone was around.

Song Ling couldn't sit still and almost fell to the ground.

"Here, come here."

Zhou Qingluo felt a little guilty. Did Jiao Zuo and Xiaoci have already been here and saw them...

As soon as Song Ling hung up the phone, Jiao Zuo and Xiaoci appeared at the door of the basement.

Jiao Zuo looked at Song Ling with a look of resentment, and couldn't bear to send him a message.

【I bother!You are the king of mouth power, let you rely on it for so long and you still don't kiss, you are nothing. 】

After sending warm greetings, "Let's go, go eat, stop painting."

Xiaoci was shocked when she saw the wall painting.

"Wow! God restored! Oh my god!"

Zhou Qingluo: "As long as you are satisfied."

Xiaoci was so excited that she couldn't say anything, "I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied, she's so beautiful, Brother Zuo, I'm sure he'll be popular."

Jiao Zuo didn't understand either, so he laughed along, gave the two dirty people a thumbs up, and ran to coax Xiaoci, "Just like it, just like it."

After taking a few photos, Xiao Ci picked up the paper on the ground and looked at it, asking, "Huh?"

Zhou Qingluo thought there was a problem, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"This is not downloaded from Xingchen.com, there is a watermark of the software and Sange's signature below, it seems to be a base map."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Careless, he printed it out directly from the computer.

Xiaoci opened her eyes wide, "Are you Sange?"

"I……"

Xiaoci's eyes slowly floated into a smile, "You are Sange! I can tell from the style of the painting in the orphanage that you are Sange!"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." I was quite caught off guard.

The three of them stood expressionlessly with their own thoughts on their minds. Only Xiaoci excitedly stomped around on the spot and circled around Zhou Qingluo several times. Excited but restrained, he had no choice but to come over and hug Jiao Zuo for a kiss. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say. That's good.

Song Ling couldn't bear it anymore, "Your girlfriend is like this, you can bear it."

Jiao Zuo couldn't find Bei after being kissed, "You succeeded in chasing stars."

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "Thank you for liking it, but please, your boyfriend should come over and beat me later."

"It's okay, he can't beat your boyfriend."

"...I'll draw a picture for you when I go back, can you keep it secret for me?"

Xiaoci nodded, "But can you update it quickly? Otherwise, I don't know how long I can keep it secret."

"..."

Song Ling couldn't stand it anymore, walked over and pulled Zhou Qingluo away, and said to Xiaoci in a cold voice: "Now I know it's three parties, do you want to pay more for the wall painting?"

One sentence brought the fluttering Xiao Ci back to reality, "Jia, I'll pay for it."

Song Ling: "How much more?"

"One hundred thousand."

Song Ling asked Zhou Qingluo: "Is one hundred thousand okay?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Does he not have the burden of being an idol?But adding more money is really, "OK."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Jiao Zuo was going to the racetrack. Tonight, someone had an appointment for the race car. It was Fang Heng's second-generation ancestors who were so rotten to the root.

Those people bullied Song Ling a lot when they were young. When Song Ling grew up and threatened them with a knife a few times, he became more honest. Jiao Zuo hoped that Song Ling and the others would leave quickly, so as not to run into this bunch of trash and be so disgusted that they couldn't eat overnight. spit it out,

But what to be afraid of, when the roar of the sports car came, Jiao Zuo knew they were coming.

Originally, the sports car should be parked on the second basement floor. There is a passage on the second floor that directly leads to the track. After the team drove in, they parked directly on the first floor. A dozen cars and a dozen people walked down in awesome racing suits. Yes, hula la walked towards them.

The leader, Zhou Qingluo, looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

After thinking about it carefully, I finally remembered that it was the buddy who prodded Song Ling with words in the elevator on the night of Jiang Shiyan's school banquet, and was frightened by Song Ling's neck.

Jiao Zuo knew that Fang Heng liked Jiang Shiyan, because his father was too romantic and owed too much romantic debt, he gave birth to many illegitimate children to compete with him for the family property, hated the illegitimate children, and looked down on Song Ling since he was a child.

Jiao Zuo persuaded: "Fang Heng, the brothers are here to race."

Fang Heng has a lot of people, and Song Ling is also unarmed, so he is not as scared as he was when he saw Song Ling that day.

Fang Heng glanced at Zhou Qingluo, looked at Song Ling with contempt, and laughed sensationally: "Fuck, Song Da's illegitimate son, didn't you, I really found Shi Yan's counterfeit as a substitute."

The people behind heard the words and followed suit.

Zhou Qingluo understood, it was not good.

In just one sentence, bitter and mean.

The classic plot of hooligans bullying the weak is released. I thought you were still playing with mud when I fought with netizens for [-] rounds.

How dare you act mean and mean in front of Lao Tzu?

Zhou Qingluo doesn't like this kind of villain who is arrogant. He usually doesn't get angry very much. Once he is really angry, his thinking is very clear.

He took a step forward, blocked Song Ling behind him, and moved his facial expression to curse.

"Hey, where did you get it?"

As soon as the sonorous and forceful scolding fell, the mocking laughter stopped abruptly.

Zhou Qingluo twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled, raised his chin and pointed at Fang Heng, "You grew up eating organic fertilizer, you have such a fat mouth and such a smelly mouth, what's wrong with the illegitimate child, at least it's a human being, are you human, but what? What you are talking about is not human? So you are not a human, you look like a human but not a human, whether you are sad or not, besides, do you care if he finds a substitute, whether he eats your rice or I eat your rice, yes, Whoever can eat your rice will go into your stomach, otherwise you won’t be able to survive the Spring Festival, do you know why you can’t survive the Spring Festival, the New Year’s pigs are killed to drive away evil spirits during the Spring Festival.”

Jiao Zuo was dumbfounded.

With clear logic, quick thinking and clear words, the group of people were scolded and confused.

Damn, it's the sword of the tongue.

Zhou Qingluo retreated to the fire hydrant while cursing, raised his mobile phone and pressed 110, pointed at Fang Heng's nose and cursed, "You still want to take advantage of the crowd to bully others blatantly, no matter how powerful you are, are you better than 110? In a society ruled by law, you Come on, your parents are both powerful, I took a picture of what happened just now, and broadcast it to see who has the most to lose."

Zhou Qingluo sneered, and looked at Fang Heng, "You are a coward, if you have the ability, you can fight Song Ling one-on-one, and see if he can kill you."