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

As soon as Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, the atmosphere seemed to freeze.

He felt relieved when he said it, and the strange relationship between the three became clear immediately.

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, turned around first, and tugged at Song Ling beside him, "Let's go, go back."

Zhou Qingluo walked a few steps, but didn't hear the footsteps behind him, so he turned his head.

Song Ling was still standing there, still in the same posture, like a scarecrow watching in the wheat field, motionless.

Zhou Qingluo shouted again, "Song Ling?"

Song Ling turned around, his movements were as stiff as a robot whose program was running abnormally, and he stared blankly at him.

Zhou Qingluo looked at his lost soul, a little funny, "Let's go, go home."

Song Ling didn't know which foot to take first.

Like a child who has never eaten candy, suddenly fell into the honey pot, his heart was already ecstatic, but his body was very hesitant.

is this real?

But no one ever liked him.

He didn't dare to move, for fear that it was just a dream, and if he moved, he would wake up and the dream would be shattered.

But everything was so real, Zhou Qingluo stood opposite him, smiling and telling him to go home.

He suddenly remembered that Zhou Qingluo asked him that night, have you thought about the future?

He thought about it.

The dean told him that he did not come to this world with expectations and blessings, so his life is destined to have a long and dark road to go, but don't give up hope.

But after the age of ten, he was tortured physically and threatened mentally day after day, and everyone told him that he had no future.

When he is strong enough to protect himself, his future is destruction.

But at this time, the hopes he had planted when he was a child sprouted one after another, took root and sprouted desperately, grew up, and bloomed. The cocooned butterfly had a place to go, and finally there was a pure land of singing birds and flowers in the gloomy heart. Qing Luo moved in and tried her best to take good care of her.

It turned out that he had always had hope, but the light was missing.

Song Ling took a deep breath and walked towards Zhou Qingluo.

The street lights were dim and the night was beautiful. He could look up at the starry sky and look down at the lights. He could really try not to be afraid of the dark anymore.

Zhou Qingluo stood there waiting for him, "Song Ling, do you think your walking is a bit strange?"

Song Ling: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Qingluo suppressed a smile, "You walk with the same hands and feet."

Song Ling froze on the spot, looked down at his outstretched right hand and right leg: "..."

Zhou Qingluo finally couldn't hold back his laughter, "Why are you so dumb."

Song Ling continued to laugh, without embarrassment, and said calmly: "Why, you have already confessed, so I am not allowed to react abnormally."

Zhou Qingluo froze for a moment, shut his mouth and turned around to leave. Some people are always shameless and don't know what embarrassment is.

Song Ling ran over in two steps in three steps, hugged Zhou Qingluo, turned his head sideways, and kissed next Zhou Qingluo's face with a bang.

Zhou Qingluo clicked his tongue, "What are you doing?"

"Qing Luo, I like you too."

Zhou Qingluo rubbed his face in disgust, shutting himself up.

"I will definitely love you well, protect you well, plan our future well, and grow old together with you."

"..."

"I will marry you and give you a stable life."

"..."

"Qing Luo, how many beds are there in the big master bedroom you mentioned?"

"..."

"Can I just put one?"

"!!!"

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, "Song Ling, do you know what embarrassment is?"

"do not know."

The two said in unison: "Why are you so shameless!"

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Song Ling: "Prediction."

"..."

The place where Wu Han lived was not far from Zhou Qingluo's house. The two of them walked home slowly. It was late at night and there were no people on the road. to the pit.

As soon as Song Ling spoke, Zhou Qingluo stepped on the pit. Every time, Song Ling had quick eyes and quick hands, even if he supported him.

As soon as he stood firmly, he immediately shook off Song Ling's hand, and walked forward quickly in silence, but he stepped into the pit again within two steps.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know what was wrong, walking tonight was like a recurring decimal, he kept falling into the pit, and was picked up by Song Ling again and again.

Some people just said that they liked him in front of Wu Han without blushing, but now they are alone, but they are so embarrassed that they can't even walk.

Song Ling stepped forward, bent over with his back to him, "Come on, I'll carry you."

Zhou Qingluo: "No need."

Song Ling laughed, "You don't want to carry it, do you want the princess to hug you?"

"No! Go your way."

"Could it be possible to hug her waist?"

Zhou Qingluo had never heard of a waist hug, so he sneered, "What the hell."

"Holding around the waist means, you jump on top of me, your legs wrap around my waist, your hands wrap around my neck, and I hold your..."

Zhou Qingluo interrupted him angrily, "Shut up!"

Of course Song Ling wouldn't shut up, "You hang on me like a sloth, that's called waist hugging."

Zhou Qingluo was speechless and walked forward in silence.

Unexpectedly, some shameless people pulled his arm onto his shoulder with one hand, clasped his thigh with the other, and jumped up. Zhou Qingluo somehow fell onto his back.

When Zhou Qingluo was a child, he saw people working on the construction site, and the workers carried sandbags on their shoulders.

"Carrying a daughter-in-law, I realized the joy of Zhu Bajie."

Zhou Qingluo was amused, and pushed his back, "I don't want you to carry it, you let me down."

Song Ling took a breath, "Don't push my wife, she will fall down in a while."

Zhou Qingluo let go, "Who is your wife, let me down."

"I won't let it go, but don't be so stiff, lie on my back and put your arms around my neck, I can save some effort."

"I don't."

"Qing Luo, you are hard all over now, why is the hard place not hard, huh?"

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore and struggled for a while. Song Ling seemed to lose control and staggered a step forward. Zhou Qingluo quickly lay on his back and hugged his neck.

Song Ling smiled lowly, "You're so cute."

Now that this is the point, no matter how hard Zhou Qingluo struggles, it will be hypocritical. Anyway, some people have strength, so let him carry it on their backs. Isn't it better not to walk.

Zhou Qingluo leaned on Song Ling's shoulder, raised his eyes, and saw the tattoo on his neck.

What kind of scum would force a ten-year-old child to get a tattoo.

How many needles had to be inserted at that time to grow so big and still be able to clearly recognize his pattern.

It must have hurt.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help reaching out and touching it.

Song Ling immediately turned his head to avoid his touch, took a deep breath, and said in a slightly cold tone, "Qing Luo, don't touch it, bad luck."

It turned out that he had always felt that this tattoo was unlucky.

What a humiliation it is to have something that you want to hide the most but in the most conspicuous position.

Zhou Qingluo withdrew his hand, put his arms around his neck, and said in a low voice, "You are not unlucky, but the person who forced you to get a tattoo is unlucky."

Song Ling was silent and did not speak.

Zhou Qingluo stared at Song Ling's tattoo, "Those people should go to hell."

It was already late autumn, and the sky suddenly changed at this time, a strong wind blew, the cold wind howled, and the fallen leaves on the ground danced wildly. In this silent night, it was especially ghostly and depressed.

Just like the gates of hell opened, the messengers came out to find the evil spirits still in the world.

But on such a night, Song Ling heard the sound of flowers blooming.

"Qing Luo, let me sing you a song."

"Okay."

/There are only you and me and the starry sky/

/When did you approach me quietly/

/When did you secretly save me/

/put a candy in my palm/

……

/The deepest story, the most eternal legend/

/It's just you and I can live an ordinary life/

As Song Ling sang, his heart felt sore, his throat was astringent, his vision was blurred, and the last sentence was out of tune.

He swallowed, took a breath, "Qing Luo, let's play a game."

"what game?"

"You pinch my ears, wherever you pull, I will go in the opposite direction."

"childish."

Zhou Qingluo said that he was childish, but he pinched his ears with both hands to cooperate with him.

As soon as Zhou Qingluo raised his hand, tears dripped down the place where his hand was resting just now, one drop or two, and it couldn't stop.

The wind was very strong, Song Ling didn't sing any more, Zhou Qingluo didn't pull his ear, but covered it, and pressed his palm against his cold earlobe.

The two remained silent and walked home like this.

Song Ling said as if nothing had happened, "Qing Luo, just confessing, you are so ashamed that you won't go on your way, and you still want to kiss, hug, touch, do this and that, and sing and sing every night..."

"Who confessed to you? I just said that to make Wu Han give up."

Song Ling stopped, then quickened his pace, put the man down, and pushed him against the wall.

The fence was built by the brick factory before, and it is a bit mottled now.

"We're almost home, what are we going to do?"

Song Ling didn't speak, but leaned down and kissed his lips.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

"This mouth is not hard, isn't it really a confession?"

"You..." Have some face.

Zhou Qingluo just said a word, Song Ling lowered his head, and kissed his mouth again, "Are you confessing your love?"

Zhou Qingluo was held down by him, and said: "You want to..." Nod your face.

Before he finished speaking, Song Ling kissed again, "Are you confessing your love?"

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but speak faster this time, "You have to show some face."

Zhou Qingluo finally said the whole thing, but he had no chance to speak again.

Song Ling held his face in both hands, tilted his head, and kissed his lips, "Qing Luo, once you say something you like, you can't go back on it."

Song Ling hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would not feel the hot heart, burning himself with all his strength, showing him the hot heart.

He kissed jerky and disorderly, but kissed warmly and sincerely.

I wanted him to know that those absurd and straightforward love words were only spoken to him.

The wind suddenly stopped, and the night was quiet and peaceful.

Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes, his sanity had completely collapsed.

He opened his mouth gently, accepting all his sincerity and affection.

He couldn't help being soft-hearted towards this person, and couldn't help being attracted to him. Even though he was riddled with holes, he never looked back.

He often asks himself why.

Now I know, there is no reason.

It's just a heartbeat.

I just like it.

Hope he is well.

There is no reason.

A night without dreams.

Song Ling got up early, and Zhou Qingluo was woken up.

Zhou Qingluo opened his eyes dimly, "What are you going to do today, Sunday?"

Song Ling replied subconsciously, "I have something to do, I need to go out."

Zhou Qingluo paused, hummed softly, lay back and turned over.

Song Ling put on his coat and looked back at the person on the bed. He was curled up, with his head resting on his arms, and his eyes were open looking ahead.

Song Ling walked over and kissed him on the cheek: "I'll go find Wu Han."

Zhou Qingluo turned around and looked at him, "Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, I forbid you to be nice to others, especially Wu Han."

"Then what are you going to do with him?"

"You said that if a person asks for help, normal people will reach out and give him a hand if they can."

Zhou Qingluo nodded.

"Qing Luo, Wu Han is very much like me before, and I want to be a normal person and live a good life with you."

Zhou Qingluo smiled and scratched the tip of his nose.

Song Ling kissed, "It's early in the morning, don't you want to get out of bed?"

Zhou Qingluo pushed him away, "Get lost, I want to sleep late."

Wu Han is used to getting up early, and this Sunday, he will go to the library to work part-time.

Unexpectedly, a luxury sports car with an exaggerated shape was parked downstairs in the dilapidated unit, which was out of place with the shanty town awaiting demolition.

The male students in the class often discuss luxury cars, and Wu Han also paid attention to them silently. This car is a Bugatti Veyron and costs tens of millions.

Wu Han walked over and couldn't help but take a second look. The man in the driver's seat took off his sunglasses and looked at him coldly.

Wu Han was taken aback for a moment, and took a step back subconsciously.

Song Ling, why are you here?

How can he afford such an expensive car?

Wu Han checked Song Ling's information, but found nothing, as if there was no such person in the world.

He squeezed his schoolbag tightly, turned and ran subconsciously.

Song Ling started the engine, and the arrogant roar was especially harsh in the quiet neighborhood.

Wu Han turned his head, and the car was hitting him.

Wu Han was so frightened that he couldn't move.

This man is crazy, is he going to kill him?

Wu Han closed his eyes, hit him to death, and die together, anyway, he is the only one left in the world, so what is he afraid of.

Unexpectedly, the car stopped, and the front of the car just hit his pants.

Wu Han: "Why don't you hit me?"

"You want to die, I don't want to."

Wu Han turned and walked forward.

Song Ling snorted, "Get in the car."

"I do not."

Song Ling turned the steering wheel and started the accelerator. The car's rearview mirror scraped off his leg. Wu Han lost his footing and fell to the ground.

Song Ling asked coldly: "Tell me, do you want to die directly or have your legs disabled?"

Wu Han lay on the ground, gasped, and watched the wheels of the luxury car pointing at him. The people in the car were indifferent and stern, as if standing opposite the car was an ant, not a person.

"You have the ability to kill me."

Song Ling laughed disdainfully, and said slowly: "Or expose the fact that you attacked the school's information system and recharged the meal card without permission?"

Wu Han was startled: "How do you know?"

"I know more things. For example, you were the champion of the last programming competition, and you programmed a Trojan horse program to monitor the organizer's background."

Wu Han was scared, and slowly got up from the ground and got into the car.

Song Ling raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, "Fight with me, you can live another 500 years."

Wu Han looked at him, the dark glasses covered his cold eyes, but the tattoo on his neck was showing off his power, and there was an indescribable cruelty all over his body.

Why would Zhou Qingluo like a man who seemed to crawl out of hell.

As soon as he fastened his seat belt, Song Ling stepped on the accelerator and drove at lightning speed all the way to a hospital in the suburbs.

Wu Han clung to the chair tightly the whole time, and felt a little cramped, and vomited wildly on the lawn as soon as he got out of the car.

This man is really mentally ill.

Song Ling pushed Wu Han in front of Guan Minglang, "Take care of him."

Wu Han felt that he had been kidnapped, and this hospital might be a black-hearted hospital that wanted to pick his internal organs and throw him into the sewer.

Guan Minglang looked at Wu Han, whose face was pale with fright, and said with a smile, "It's okay, young man, why did you provoke him?"

Wu Han tremblingly replied: "No, I didn't mess with him."

Song Ling answered the question for him straightforwardly: "You're pestering Zhou Qingluo, you're messing with me."

Wu Han was also confident: "I didn't pester Brother Qing Luo, Brother Qing Luo treated me well, and I wanted to treat him well, what's wrong with that?"

Guan Minglang: "Young man, that is a big mistake."

Song Ling gave Wu Han a cold look, ignored him, and sent a document to Guan Minglang.

Guan Minglang clicked on it, and there was Wu Han's basic information on it. The information was complete, including his ID number.

Guan Minglang sneered, which website did this guy hack to get this information.

Guan Minglang took a look. Wu Han had no father or mother since he was a child, and he has been living under the fence and being abused by others. Like Song Ling, he is a character that everyone hates. He usually acts a little paranoid and has done some shameful things for money. , although the amount is not much, but it is enough to sentence a sentence.

He was sent to university with a high IQ. The last time he was bullied on campus, Zhou Qingluo came to his rescue, and he followed Zhou Qingluo like a chick following an old hen.

After reading it, Guan Minglang roughly understood what Song Ling meant.

Song Ling saw his shadow in Wu Han.

Guan Minglang once told him that his feelings for Jiang Shiyan were a kind of sick and paranoid dependence, not love.

After all, when facing his lover, how could it be possible for a man with full blood to control his impulse in four years, not to kiss, hug, or flirt, but to enshrine him like a god?

Totally impossible.

And the Wu Han in front of him was a bit like Song Ling, which was an early symptom of Song Ling.

It seemed that Wu Han was pestering Zhou Qingluo, and some people were so anxious that they sent Wu Han to him with their own hands.

People dissuade their rivals by improving their charm, while Song Ling drives them away by relying on a psychiatrist.

Guan Minglang asked Song Ling with a smile, "Hey, you finally admit that you are sick?"

Song Ling didn't answer him directly, "I will pay for his treatment, and I will give him 100 yuan to take a taxi back soon."

After Song Ling finished speaking, he left without even looking at Wu Han.

Guan Minglang: "Wait, wait for me in my office."

Song Ling didn't look back.

"Last time you said you wanted to buy a house, a high-rise building that could win stars, and a friend happened to be developing a project."

Song Ling stopped and looked back at him, "You can look up at the starry sky, and look down at the lights."

Guan Minglang: "Tsk, you're so disgusting, hurry up and get out."

Boss Song is so rich, he can live in a star, no matter what star he looks at.

Song Ling raised his foot and walked towards his office.

Guan Minglang glanced at the reserved Wu Han, and could see Wu Han's vigilance, like a tortured and extremely insecure little beast, "Mingde Hospital is a regular hospital, don't worry."

"What kind of doctor are you?"

Guan Minglang's posture was casual, "Psychiatrist."

Wu Han said with a cold face, "I'm not sick."

Tsk, it really is Song Ling's copycat low-end version, this problem of hiding diseases and avoiding medical treatment is absolutely gone.

Guan Minglang didn't even raise his head, "You have a bright future. If you have a disease in your heart, it will ruin everything. You have to know that the society is not so tolerant of a mentally ill person in school."

Wu Han stood still and did not speak.

Guan Minglang sighed faintly, "It will be too late if you don't get cured, these diseases will haunt you for the rest of your life, and make you miserable."

Parents died early, so many years of living under the fence has been blinded, and stumbled to this day. Although I have been recommended to the university and the tuition has been paid, I still don't know where the living expenses will be for the next four years.

How can such a growth environment be mentally healthy?

But he has no money to see a psychiatrist, so he can only adjust by reading books by himself. Although he is an amateur, he barely survived until now.

After another four years of college, he will be free. As long as he works and earns money, he can live a normal life like ordinary people.

But why is Song Ling so kind to help him? He obviously doesn't look like a good person at all.

Guan Minglang put down his pen, and said in a leisurely manner, "Think about it first, come here once a week if you want treatment, and you heard the cost just now, that person will reimburse you."

Wu Han: "Why did he help me?"

Guan Minglang said seriously, "He has money."

"He is also sick, why is he not cured?"

Guan Minglang smiled: "He is very good."

That's why he dared to face his past self and sent someone who had a similar experience with him to him.

He believed that Song Ling would come next.

Guan Minglang: "Think about it first, I'll go talk to him first."

Guan Minglang walked to the office, and Song Ling sat on the sofa, pressing his phone with a smile on his lips.

As soon as Guan Minglang came in, he immediately put away his phone and returned to his indifferent look.

Song Ling: "Give me your friend's business card, I have something else to do."

Guan Minglang: "I'm in love."

Song Ling didn't answer.

Guan Minglang: "What's the difference between being with Jiang Shiyan?"

Song Ling looked at him and didn't speak.

Guan Minglang said foolishly: "I'm not studying you, I'm just curious. You know that although I'm 30, I haven't been in a relationship yet. So let's help the poor, Boss Song."

Song Ling was silent for a moment, "Didn't you say that I am a pathological dependence on Jiang Shiyan?"

Guan Minglang: "What? What did you say? Say it again?"

Guan Minglang was very shocked. He never expected to hear Song Ling calmly talk about this matter with him in his lifetime, and it took him a while to recover.

Obviously Song Ling didn't want to repeat it a second time.

Guan Minglang nodded: "Well, that's right, that's right, I've told you many times that you don't love him because you don't have sexual desire for him, and you offer him like a life-saving straw, someone uses him to control your mind , is a sick behavior that needs to be treated, but you refuse to come out."

"You are right."

"?"

"Because I have a sexual desire for Zhou Qingluo."

"..." I also said a long list after sexual desire, you didn't hear a word of emotion?

"Very strong."

"!!!"

Guan Minglang closed himself in place, thinking that you are so direct, I don't know what to say.

Song Ling got up to leave: "Cure Wu Han, don't let him pester Zhou Qingluo."

Guan Minglang: "Song Ling, are you sure that you want to associate with others like this? It's not fair to them."

The world is dark, the heart is fragmented, and it doesn't know when it will collapse.

Song Ling got up and left, "I won't."

Guan Minglang smiled, and his answer was 'I won't', not 'I'm not sick'.

"Wait a minute, mental illness is also a disease, and if you die for a long time, you will also have sexual dysfunction, do you know?"

Song Ling looked at him speechlessly.

Guan Minglang chased after the victory: "Think about it again, Zhou Qingluo is around 21 years old, a boy of this age is full of energy, like a wolf like a tiger, if you can't..."

Guan Minglang paused tactically.

Song Ling stood up and walked out with a cold face, "Take care of yourself, anyone can be the dean."

"..."