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

Xiao Ci felt that if she didn't carry Jiao Zuo away, he might even reveal the bank card password.

She pulled Jiao Zuo up, "Get up, go home, it's late, Qing Luo is going to rest."

Jiao Zuo: "I'm happy, I still want to drink, don't stop me, who are you?"

Xiaoci had no choice but to be ruthless, "If you are disobedient, we will break up!"

Jiao Zuo staggered from side to side at the beginning, and immediately froze when he heard this, beeping softly for a long time, but couldn't utter a whole sentence, and obediently followed behind Xiaoci.

Xiao Ci dragged Jiao Zuo out like a big dog.

Song Ling looked at Jiao Zuo's back and smiled.

It seems that they don't know when a person will suddenly appear in their lives, and their muddled life seems to be starting to become clearer.

The little sun warmed his feet, and Song Ling lazily leaned on Zhou Qingluo's shoulder, looking up at the sky.

Zhou Qingluo smelled a faint aroma of rice wine.

Zhou Qingluo sniffed, "When did you drink?"

Song Ling: "Just now when Jiao Zuo told me to wish us a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Zhou Qingluo thought he was talking nonsense again, "When did Jiao Zuo say that? It's because you want a drink."

Song Ling: "Just now you went to the bathroom."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." When he went to the toilet, there seemed to be many people there.

Song Ling glanced at his frozen expression and chuckled, "Qing Luo, are you scared?"

Although the sentence Song Ling said was a question, it was actually an affirmative sentence.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know how to explain it. After all, in the world he lived in, same-sex love was not legal. It was better for young people. People of the older generation had almost no way to accept it.

Song Ling pointed to the sky, "Look over there."

Zhou Qingluo raised his head, looked at the sky full of stars, and leaned his head lightly on Song Ling's.

The two leaned against each other and looked at the starry sky quietly.

Song Ling: "You crossed over from there, right?"

Zhou Qingluo missed a beat, but thinking that Song Ling was a little drunk now, what he said was just random nonsense.

Zhou Qingluo followed his words and continued, "Why did I come here from so far away?"

"Come save me."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but laugh.

"Yan Sheng sent you here."

Zhou Qingluo nodded lightly, "Maybe."

Song Ling suddenly laughed, "How is that possible? It was me who stalked you so hard that you softened your heart."

"Yes, I have never seen you so shameless."

Song Ling suddenly had a lot to say to Zhou Qingluo, telling Zhou Qingluo his story, his past, everything about him.

Those unbearable pasts, those dark yesterdays, are no match for the gentleness of the night.

"Qing Luo, can I tell you a story?"

"Okay, you talk, I listen."

Song Ling said that there was a little boy who was born on the most cloudy day of the year. His parents were enemies, and he was not born with blessings and expectations.

The full moon was finally full, but on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, someone was left at the gate of the orphanage. There was only a swaddling baby and a letter full of hatred. There was no signature, no name, neither her name nor his name.

He was thrown in a corner, his whole body turned purple from the cold, but he clenched his fists tightly, crying loudly for fear that others would not notice him.

The director picked him up and he stopped crying immediately.

He is smart and sensible. He participated in competitions and won prize money, all of which were donated to the orphanage. The teachers in the orphanage treated him very well. Even though he was scolded at school as a child of unknown origin, he still endured it and hoped to grow up soon. .

He participated in the awarding ceremony of the National Programming Contest. He was supposed to go straight to the preparatory junior class of A University, but he got into a car accident on the way back.

By mistake, he was matched by a blood bank, and he found his biological father. His biological father was actually the chairman of a leading company.

Everyone thought that he flew up to a branch to become a phoenix, saying that he was smart and would be pleasing, and congratulated him one after another. Only the director's mother pulled him aside, slipped a letter to him quietly, and said: Tears hugged him, telling him to protect himself and live strong.

On the day he was taken away, the director's mother hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, asking him to be strong and protect himself, no matter what he encountered, as long as he grew up.

He returned to his biological father's house, but unexpectedly fell into the dragon's pool and tiger's den. He had an older brother who suffered from a rare blood disease and needed blood transfusion for treatment, and their blood types happened to match.

The mistress of the father's family was an only daughter and a mental patient. The doctor did not recommend marriage and childbearing, but she and her first love were pregnant before marriage, and she insisted on giving birth to the elder brother, who was also sick.

That person took him as a test subject, used various methods to make him obey, made him fear, wanted to make him like him, and then borrowed his hand to drag everyone to hell. He didn't live long, I also don't want people to live.

That person doesn't care about the family business at all, he just treats everyone as pawns, using power, money and scheming to play with others.

What that person said the most was not the so-called economy and people's livelihood on TV, but that he was a mental patient and killing people was not illegal.

But that letter said, I hope he finds a soft-hearted person, just in case he does.

In the end, he really met a person who would smile at him, speak softly to him, and be obedient to him. He once thought that this person was the soft-hearted person he was looking for.

So he listened to him and did what made him happy. He once thought that if he met such a person, he would drop everything and escape this dark world with him, away from these neurotic patients.

But he was wrong, that person was not soft-hearted, but just had plans for him, and was a tool for others to control him, using his feelings to hold him firmly.

Everything is just in other people's calculations.

Finally, on the night when he decided to destroy the world, someone pushed him in the stomach, knocked him down to the ground, and asked him, why not live well.

After that day, that person was like the sun, so powerful and dazzling that people couldn't move their eyes and chase after him.

He wanted to hide him, take him away and take him as his own, and wanted everyone to know that he had such a sun.

I want to see the world with him, but I am afraid that the whole world will covet him.

Zhou Qingluo knew all these things. From Fang Heng's mouth, from the principal's mother's mouth, and from Guan Minglang's mouth, he pieced together the words exactly as Song Ling said.

Except for Jiang Shiyan's part.

Only Song Ling knew about that part, and he said it all.

Song Ling was opening the heavy and rotten shackles in his heart, trying to walk towards him step by step.

Song Ling: "Did you know that if you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you, and then it will beckon to you, telling you to come quickly."

Zhou Qingluo gently pushed him away, straightened his body to face him, and looked at him seriously.

Song Ling's drunken eyes blurred: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Qingluo looked at him sideways and rolled his eyes, "What am I doing?"

Song Ling smiled: "Winning eyes."

"Tsk, be serious."

"Roll your eyes."

Zhou Qingluo said solemnly: "You can't always stare into the abyss, try rolling your eyes at him."

Song Ling laughed: "Okay."

Zhou Qingluo seemed to have discovered some new land, and his face was filled with joy, "Huh? You can wink at it, hook it over, and let it be a cow or a horse for you."

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to ask Song Ling if he wanted to get a new monument for Yan Sheng, and Song Ling discussed it with him.

The two hit it off.

Made a tombstone for Yan Sheng, with the date of birth and date of death written on it, and a woman with a cold expression was printed on it.

She is finally not alone.

Signed by Song Lingli.

The person who engraved the stele asked, "What is your relationship with the deceased?"

Song Ling: "Just write my name."

Song Ling stood in front of the grave, "Although you didn't want to be my mother, thank you for bringing me into the world."

Song Ling bowed deeply to her, and led Zhou Qingluo down the mountain.

The two encountered the same problem as last time, and couldn't get a taxi when they went down the mountain.

And Guan Minglang introduced Song Ling to a very professional psychiatrist, and they met at [-]:[-] pm.

In order to show Song Ling's determination to treat the disease well, Zhou Qingluo must have a good start for this matter, which is a good sign.

Looks like it's time to buy a car.

After Zhou Qingluo went back last time, he took stock of his small coffers. Although the plan to buy a house was still a long way off, it was still more than enough to buy a car, and the remaining money should be enough for Song Ling's medical treatment.

If it is really not enough, last time a publishing house asked about the copyright of "Broken Cocoon". If the price is not bad, it will be sold.

Song Ling looked at his blank stare, couldn't help turning his head, and kissed his cheek.

"What are you thinking? Missing me?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Why do I miss you? I want money."

"What do you want money for?"

"Buy a car."

Before Song Ling could speak, a white BMW X7 stopped in front of them.

Song Ling pointed at it: "How about buying it?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "Buy it brother."

"Buy a BMW X6?"

Zhou Qingluo chuckled, "Bao Jun."

Song Ling couldn't help but rubbed his head vigorously, "You."

The two were joking, but the BMW X7 hadn't left yet.

Zhou Qingluo looked down at his phone, he hadn't called an online car-hailing car yet.

He asked Song Ling, "You called an online car-hailing car?"

Song Ling shook his head.

Zhou Qingluo joked in a low voice: "Oh, let me tell you, I thought that online car-hailing is so busy now."

Brother Baojun, who was suspected of being an online car-hailing car, rolled down the window, turned his head, and shouted through the co-pilot, "A Ling? Is it really you?"

Some people speak with a gun and a stick, but this person is like a feather, and his voice is gentle, soft, and soft.

The man was wearing big sunglasses, and his bangs were also covered, so he couldn't see most of his face. Zhou Qingluo just thought he looked familiar, but he didn't recognize him.

When Song Ling heard this voice, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and he became indifferent.

The man took off his sunglasses and smiled at Song Ling, "A Ling, it's me."

Only then did Zhou Qingluo see the face of the visitor clearly.

It's Jiang Shiyan.

Zhou Qingluo was startled by Zheng, how could it be Jiang Shiyan?Didn't he go abroad?There is no holiday yet. Zhou Qingmu just sent an email saying that the holiday is still more than a month away.

Seeing the person who trapped Song Ling in the darkness before, Zhou Qingluo always subconsciously kept Song Ling behind him.

Jiang Shiyan held the steering wheel and smiled, walked around Zhou Qingluo and looked directly at Song Ling, pulled out the car key and handed it over, "A Ling, do you like this car? If you like it, I will give it to you. Come and drive."

Song Ling pulled Zhou Qingluo back to his side, took Zhou Qingluo's hand, and clasped his fingers together: "I like Baojun more."

Jiang Shiyan glanced at Zhou Qingluo indifferently, his eyes were contemptuous and provocative, as if he was Baojun Benjun who was overshadowed by his BMW.

Jiang Shiyan: "Baojun? What brand? Can this car drive?"

Zhou Qingluo was about to go all out to attack people, but Song Ling spoke first: "The main thing is to see who you're driving with."

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "Well, he's with me, and he can drive Emma."