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Mausoleum AN9835 just stopped when the driver got out of the car and opened the door for Song Ling respectfully, "Sir, please."

The people around Song Ling booed, "Wow, special car, the most expensive one."

Before Song Ling got into the car, he looked back at everyone.

Jiao Zuo: "Damn it, he really needs to be beaten."

Guan Minglang: "It's just pointing the nostrils at people."

"I don't know, I thought he was riding a manned rocket. If you are proud, you will go to the sky."

Song Ling closed the door expressionlessly, blocking everyone's teasing from the window.

The driver was a talkative person. He glanced at the rearview mirror of the car, and then glanced quietly at Song Ling twice.

During the third glance, Song Ling raised his eyes, and the eyes of the two met in the mirror unexpectedly.

Seeing the familiar indifferent eyes and the brazen tattoo on his neck, the driver said firmly, "Young man, it really is you."

Seeing the driver's benevolent and smiling face, which looked a bit like Zhou Shoulin, Song Ling said in a good mood, "Oh? You know me?"

The driver laughed twice, "You took my car before."

"You have a really good memory."

The driver thought it wasn't because of his good memory, but because Song Ling was so memorable.

That night, he had a sullen face, his eyes were as cold as if he had just crawled out of hell, and he had a world-weary expression that was an enemy of all mankind. Coupled with this tattoo on his neck, he was simply a typical image of harming society.

He also took out 100 yuan to tell him to shut up.

"Why is your friend making a fuss?"

Song Ling slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "They haven't had a private car, they're jealous."

The driver laughed, "You should be jealous, this special car was called for you."

"Yes."

The driver glanced at Song Ling. In the past three months, although the young man's eyes were still cold, his expression had warmed up, he was able to laugh, and exchanged polite greetings.

Driver: "Young man, you have changed a lot. This boy, after the painful period of youth, he grows up. My son is like this. A 20-year-old boy is just the best age. He is so young and should be happy."

Song Ling was a little familiar with the conversation, but he was too lazy to think deeply or perfunctory, and turned his head to look out the window.

The car radio broadcasts the financial channel, and the experts inside are commenting on the stock market, and they speak clearly and logically.

"Baomu Group is slowly recovering after the turmoil of the previous period. In the long run, it is a positive situation. Now should be the best investment period."

The driver sighed for a long time, "This world is changing every day, young man, you are getting better and better, but this Baomu Group is really hard to describe."

Song Ling blinked, and finally remembered when the driver picked him up.

That night, Zhou Qingluo helped him hold back the alcohol until he fainted. He called 120 to take him to the hospital, and after he got out of the hospital, he took a taxi to Jiang Shiyan's community.

Really three months have passed.

At that time, he planned to drag the world to go to hell with him three months later.

But in the past three months, the virus program that can destroy any set of network systems has not increased by a single line.

If he hadn't met Zhou Qingluo, where would he be now?

The name is abused, the body is in the morgue, the soul is in hell, and in short, it is not in the world.

The driver continued to complain, "A local leader, a well-known company, actually poisoned seafood to harm its own people."

Song Ling: "If you have Baomu shares, sell them all and don't keep a cent."

Driver: "I sold it a long time ago. Anyone who invests money to buy this kind of stock and develop this kind of company will commit crimes. But, some capitalists don't care so much. How big is Baomu Group? If you invest, you will make a steady profit. Sorry, no one can touch it."

Song Ling smiled, "Soon."

The driver was familiar with the road, and Song Ling arrived at Zhou Qingluo's house one minute earlier than Jiao Zuo.

Jiao Zuo: "The private car is amazing, it really is fast."

Song Ling ignored him, and walked straight into the small courtyard, with Jiao Zuo following behind, carrying big bags and small bags.

Xiaoci is very happy, she actually came to the home of her idol Sange.

Sange has a small fan group, Xiaoci often praises Sange fiercely in the group, she is gentle, kind, humble and handsome, the group owner proposed her as an administrator.

But Sange painted in the Buddhist department, and she didn't want to explode her vest, so she worked so hard.

Zhou Shoulin and Zhou Qingluo were already waiting at the door. The three of them walked over, stunned, and stopped moving forward.

Why is there a charcoal brazier at the entrance of the courtyard?

Is this going to cross the brazier?

Who wants to cross the brazier?

Didn't the bride step over the brazier when she came to the door?

Zhou Qingluo suppressed a smile, and waved to Jiao Zuo and Xiaoci, "You come in first, you don't have to step over."

Zhou Shoulin: "Yes, Xiao Song can do it alone."

Jiao Zuo and Xiaoci were a little apprehensive, they kept staring at the burning brazier devoutly, and walked around it cautiously.

The two walked around the brazier and stood beside Zhou Qingluo. The three of them stood side by side, looking at Song Ling across the brazier.

Song Ling: "..."

As long as there is a bit of mystery, the atmosphere will become pious and weird, but also a little nonsensical and subtle.

Jiao Zuo looked at Song Ling's expression dominated by superstitious activities, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and finally didn't even dare to vent his anger.

Zhou Shoulin did not know where to find a bundle of rattan that was as thick as a small arm and about 1 meter long, and walked over with a serious expression.

Jiao Zuo felt that if Zhou Shoulin was wearing a Taoist robe and waving the Sanqing bell, it would be an act of opening the altar.

Jiao Zuo was a little flustered. In this atmosphere, it seemed that he might be punished by God if he spoke, but he still said cautiously: "Uncle, Song Ling has just been discharged from the hospital, and he is going to be beaten. It's not appropriate."

Zhou Shoulin glanced at him and signaled him not to speak.

Jiao Zuo swallowed, clasped his hands together, and said in a low voice, "It's done, listen to the gods, let's fight."

Zhou Qingluo looked at Jiao Zuo with a worried face, Xiaoci who was curious, and Song Ling who Shihua felt very fucked in place but had to cooperate with Zhou Shoulin to finish the performance.

Zhou Shoulin said that when he was a child in the countryside, every time someone in his family came back from the hospital, the old man would let him step over the brazier, and then sweep him up and down with vines made of moxa sticks, saying that it was to drive away evil spirits and keep healthy.

Then write the wish on the red paper, stick it on the bedside for three days, and it will come true.

Zhou Qingluo felt a little funny when he heard his rhetoric, "Dad, only when a bride is married in will she step over the brazier."

"The customs are different in different places. Xiao Song came back from a business trip this time and became ill like this. Maybe he was infected with something unlucky."

"There is nothing unlucky."

"It's auspicious, in case it's useful, hurry up and write your wish on the red paper, and stick it on Xiao Song's bedside at night."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't beat him.

But the old man just wanted to have fun, and Zhou Qingluo followed him.

Obviously, Song Ling also has this mentality now.

Zhou Shoulin walked over, and the vine made of moxa sticks covered Song Ling's body like passing through the security check of an airplane. He scanned it back and forth several times, and then decisively threw the moxa stick outside, saying righteously, "Cross."

Jiao Zuo was startled.

Song Ling pursed her lips, raised her legs, stepped over the brazier, and stepped into the yard.

Very ceremonial.

As soon as his feet landed, Zhou Shoulin smiled happily: "Okay, from now on, we Song Ling will be safe and healthy for the rest of our lives."

Finally, Zhou Qingluo couldn't hold back anymore, he burst out laughing, and echoed, "Safe and healthy."

Song Ling smiled contentedly, "Thank you Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Shoulin: "It's okay, it's okay, just don't make jokes."

Song Ling: "No."

Jiao Zuo breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself, "It's over, now we can talk."

Zhou Shoulin: "It's fine, it's fine."

Jiao Zuo asked softly: "Uncle, I was taken aback when you said just now, will the soul fly away?"

Zhou Shoulin laughed cheerfully: "Don't worry, it won't fly far, at most it will fly to the girl, and it can't go any farther."

Everyone laughed.

Jiao Zuo thought to himself, Zhou Qingluo's father is also so good, no wonder Song Ling sold the Daping floor, and ran to live here even if he sharpened his head.

This is where it feels like home.

Jiao Zuo's parents divorced when he was a child, and he grew up beside his grandma. At this moment, he actually envied Song Ling a little bit.

"Uncle Zhou, what did you say about the ceremony just now? Didn't you only step over the brazier when the bride or new son-in-law came to the house? Stepping over the brazier in my house is my family."

Jiao Zuo said while looking at Song Ling who stepped over the brazier.

Zhou Shoulin: "It's different in different places. The saying in our hometown is to get rid of evil spirits and keep healthy. After a while, we have to stick the red paper with wishes on Xiao Song's bedside, and this ceremony will be over."

Jiao Zuo: "Oh, I see, I will have one next time."

Song Ling: "..."

Jiao Zuo then looked at Zhou Qingluo's home.

It is obviously a house where two big men live, but it is as clean as if a snail girl cleans it up every day. The small yard is empty and clean. Although the house is not big, it is very tidy. Even the cushions on the sofa are smooth and clean, with a breath of life. Very strong and very warm.

Jiao Zuo sighed, "Uncle, your family is really nice."

Zhou Shoulin: "Hey, a small broken house."

Jiao Zuo: "It's not broken, it's not broken. I lived in a flat like this when I was a child, but my house is much messier than yours."

Jiao Zuo looked into the room and wanted to laugh.

This room with a balcony should be the room of Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo.

There is a bedside table between the two single beds, and there is a small night light on the bedside table.

It's really like a standard room.

Jiao Zuo quietly asked Song Ling, "What's the matter with you? You've lived here for so long, and the two beds haven't been joined together yet, is that okay?"

Song Ling squinted at him.

Jiao Zuo made a gesture of sealing his mouth with tape.

The four of them were playing cards in the small yard, and the sound of Jiao Zuo could be heard from time to time.

"Song Ling, aren't you? You asked Qing Luo again, are you still human?"

"No, Yourang, can you be more partial?"

Zhou Shoulin was cooking in the kitchen, and the four of them were playing cards in the small courtyard. Sometimes they slapped each other down, and sometimes they laughed heartily. Everything was peaceful and peaceful, regardless of the hustle and bustle, just as carefree as when they were young.

Until late at night, Jiao Zuo still didn't want to leave.

Zhou Qingluo's house has magic power, people don't want to leave when they come.

He hugged Zhou Shoulin's arm, "Uncle Zhou, let's add an extra bed in your living room, I want to live in it too."

Xiaoci: "I also want to live here. I sleep in the kitchen, and the food uncle cooks is so delicious."

Zhou Shoulin: "From now on, I will often come to play with Qing Luo."

Song Ling was not so polite, and directly issued an order to evict the guests, "It's so late, you should go back."

Jiao Zuo reluctantly left, Song Ling called him back, "Wait a minute."

Jiao Zuosuo raised his eyebrows angrily: "Do you want to keep me tonight?"

Song Ling stuffed a flyer into his arms with a blank expression, "Master Zhou's bento is delicious and healthy. Boss Jiao, see if the employees need to order lunch."

Jiao Zuo: "Yes."

Xiao Ci: "Give me one too."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Jiao Zuo and Xiao Ci left, Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling helped Zhou Shoulin clean up the room, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Zhou Shoulin slapped his head, "Oh, it's a bad thing."

Zhou Qingluo: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"What about the red note on Xiao Song's bedside? Hurry up and paste it, it won't work after twelve o'clock, otherwise Xiao Song will have to cross the brazier tomorrow."

Zhou Qingluo: "...Okay, okay, let's go."

As soon as Zhou Qingluo turned around and entered the room, Song Ling followed behind him. He closed the door, and the person immediately stuck to him. He put his arms around Zhou Qingluo's waist, his chest was pressed tightly against his back, and he also freed up one hand to lock the door behind him. Burying her face into Zhou Qingluo's neck, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The person in his arms is his belief, his light, the person he desperately wants to protect, and also his most instinctive desire, the most primitive desire.

"Qing Luo, I miss you so much."