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

Zhou Qingluo left Song Ling on purpose.

He knew Song Ling too well. If he confessed to Song Ling that Song Ling would not just move out, but would use all his strength to stalk him, then he would have little chance of getting out.

He knew that Song Ling was not stupid, as long as he reported to Zhao Dayu, he would know about his resignation.

With everything connected together, Song Ling will soon see through his plan.

But he bet that Song Ling would respect him this time, and would not use his own means and methods to drag him out along the network cable.

He won the bet.

The network at the airport was not down, his mobile phone was not tracked, and Song Ling did not follow.

Song Ling learned restraint and restraint, and gradually learned to live in peace with this world.

Song Ling has been getting better. Li Kanghe said that Song Ling is a person with strong willpower and self-control. As long as he sees hope, he will not give up easily.

Those who have hurt him are no longer his opponents.

Zhou Qingluo was sincerely happy.

Zhou Qingluo left Qingling City on purpose, but the business trip was not intentional. Strictly speaking, it was not a business trip, but an interview.

The day Song Ling admitted that he was rich, Zhou Qingluo had the idea of ​​resigning. After all, he didn't need to worry about Song Ling's medical expenses.

However, Song Ling wanted to treat his illness, so the plan was delayed.Song Ling's condition improved quickly. He thought that within a year or so, Song Ling's condition would definitely improve. He originally wanted to wait for Song Ling to recover before opening a comic studio.

Now it's ahead of schedule.

But it's not too early, after all, Song Ling's illness is also cured.

Zhou Qingluo has drawn original comics for many years, and sometimes he really runs out of inspiration.

He really wants to try to adapt other people's writing works, resonate with the characters written by others, and then design a character image that meets the expectations of the original work, which may also be a particularly fulfilling thing.

But he has no experience in starting a studio. During this period of time, he intends to find those start-up but very powerful comic studios, and wants to join them and learn something.

Unexpectedly, he really found it.

A company called Zero Comics Studio accepted his resume and asked him to go for an interview.

The owner of the studio is Su Mingkuan, who was originally an animation designer for a major game manufacturer. He encountered a career bottleneck when he was nearly 40 years old.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help thinking of Zhao Dayu, thinking that the big factories in this world are really miserable, and the backbones all resigned to start their own businesses.

This studio is good at everything, except that it is located in Shancheng, a southern city more than 1000 kilometers away from Qingling City.

The mountain city is close to the sea, a tropical city, and it doesn't snow.

Coincidentally, a die-hard fan named [Big Bang Chui] had privately sent him a private message, saying that he was a staff member of the Shancheng Orphanage. Painted on the wall of the orphanage.

He said that he also made a point of going to the underground parking garage where the Internet celebrity painted "Broken Cocoon" to check in. He wanted to come again, but he saw the news that it was splashed with red paint, and he felt it was a pity.

There is also a gossip that the painting in the underground garage was painted by Sange himself, and the paint was splashed by Sange's black powder. He was so angry that he couldn't sleep for three days.

[Big Stick] sent him a [-]-word private message, hoping to get his authorization.

[Big Stick] He is a loyal fan, half of the posts about Sange in the comic forum are from him, and the other half are from him.

His post [Three are not popular, natural reason is too much], from the story structure to the painting technique, praised the three to the sky, and was pushed to more than 5000 floors.

Some people suspected that he was just Sange boasting himself. How could he bear it, so he contacted the administrator to clarify.

Not only did it clarify that he is not Sange, but the ip is not in the same place as Sange.

The forum just stopped.

Zhou Qingluo made an appointment with Zero Point Comics Studio for an interview after a week. He came a week in advance, and immediately came to see the Shancheng Orphanage after getting off the plane, to see if the wall painting could be completed in a week.

The big stick is called Zhang Chao, an art teacher at the orphanage, and sincerely sent Zhou Qingluo a personal photo and a work permit.

Zhou Qingluo checked the Xiashancheng Welfare Institute on the Internet, and Zhang Chao was still an advanced worker.

Zhou Qingluo arrived at the orphanage and told the security guard that he wanted to find a teacher named Zhang Chao to talk about the wall painting "Broken Cocoon".

The security guard notified the people and asked Zhou Qingluo to wait in the reception room.

After a while, Zhang Chao came.

Zhang Chao is about the same age as him, very tanned, but very energetic.

Zhou Qingluo smiled and stood up, reaching out to him, "Hello, I am..." Sange.

Zhang Chao patted his thigh and said enthusiastically, "Oh! I recognize you!"

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Zhang Chao smiled and stretched out his hand towards him, and Zhou Qingluo also stretched out his hand.

Zhang Chao grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, "Mr. Zhou Qingluo, hello, hello, I'm Zhang Chao."

Zhou Qingluo was a little confused, shouldn't he call him Teacher Sange?When did he drop his vest?

Zhang Chao said with a smile: "We went to the Zhenshanmei Welfare Institute in Qingling City for exchange and study before, and saw the wall you painted. Dean Lin introduced you solemnly, and painted for the orphanage for free. Later, we searched for TV stations to interview you video, I will remember you."

In fact, Zhang Chao didn't have the nerve to say that Zhou Qingluo was too handsome. He remembered this face first, and then remembered what he did.

Zhang Chao's [-]-word private message seemed to mention that he went to Qingling City to study and communicate, and then he went to the underground garage to check in.

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "What a coincidence, hello, hello."

"Are you here to help our orphanage paint?"

"Yeah yeah."

"Thank you so much."

"Unkind."

Zhang Chao said cheerfully, "Thank you for having caring people like you in the society."

"It should be."

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Chao calmed down and asked, "No, Sange hasn't replied to me whether he can draw, and I haven't posted the news on the Internet yet. How do you know that we are going to draw here?"

Zhang Chao's brain circuit suddenly took a big turn, and Zhou Qingluo slid along with him, almost being dragged into the ditch by him, and he almost didn't hold back with such a big idol burden.

Zhang Chao's smiling face suddenly froze, and he looked straight at him.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Zhou Qingluo saw that his face was gradually turning red, his eyes were gradually shining, his expression was gradually getting out of control, his lips were trembling, but he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to speak for a while.

Zhou Qingluo asked softly: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Chao patted his head and stomped his feet: "Fuck! Lolololololo! The three are Luo!"

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhang Chao was so excited that he sped up his speech: "Yes, yes, yes, I only sent private messages to Sange, and only Sange knew that I wanted to paint a wall painting, so you came here, you are Sange, and Sange is you !"

Zhang Chao is very happy. The author of his favorite cartoon is not only handsome but also caring. He received a private message from his little fan and came here from a long distance to paint a wall for him. Before that, he helped the orphanage paint for free. There are also three people who painted the wall.

The burden of being an idol as big as Zhou Qingluo was lifted again, and he smiled deeply, "It's me."

Zhang Chao took out his mobile phone, "Can we take a photo together?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "Yes, but..."

Zhang Chao: "Yes, I won't post on Moments, post on Weibo, or tell other fans."

Zhou Qingluo decided to come this trip, and he is not afraid of losing his vest, but he will not lose it if he can, "Thank you."

"I thank you, I thank you!"

"..."

Zhang Chao was excited for nearly 10 minutes, finally calmed down, put away his little fan mentality, and entered the topic.

Zhang Chao walked through the process in a regular manner: "Teacher Sange, first of all thank you for coming to our orphanage in your busy schedule and adding a touch of beautiful scenery to our orphanage."

Zhou Qingluo nodded with a smile, "You're welcome."

"Our welfare home mainly provides for the society..."

Zhou Qingluo interrupted him with a smile, "Let's go to see the venue first? I just got off the plane, and after seeing the venue, I have to find a hotel."

"Okay, okay, teacher Sange, please."

Zhang Chao took him to the playground.

The Shancheng Children's Welfare Institute has a standard 400-meter playground. One side of the playground is a wall, 200 meters long, 600 meters high, and about [-] square meters. He has to paint for two months by himself.

Two months later, it's the Chinese New Year.

Zhang Chao was a little embarrassed to see Zhou Qingluo thinking deeply and counting on his mobile phone, "Teacher Sange, I know our wall is several times that of the Zhen Shan Mei Welfare Institute, but don't worry, we have a budget... "

Zhou Qingluo: "I don't need money, but I have other jobs here after a week, and I only come to paint after get off work and on weekends, so the time will be longer."

Zhang Chao: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm an art teacher, and I can help you too. I'm familiar with your cartoons too. I originally wanted to draw them myself after getting your authorization."

Zhou Qingluo laughed, "Then your budget should be used to buy better paints. I'll go to the hotel to have a rest first, and then I'll contact you."

Zhang Chao nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Sange, you are so busy, your phone keeps ringing."

Zhou Qingluo: "Oh, harassing calls."

Zhang Chao bid farewell to Zhou Qingluo, turned his head and went to the comic forum to post the post [Three are not popular, the law does not allow it].

[Big mallet]: Three are gods! ! !Rebuttal not accepted! ! !

It was Song Ling who was tirelessly making harassing calls to God.

Song Ling sent Zhou Qingluo a lot of messages and made a lot of phone calls, but he didn't reply. He didn't know what to say, but it seemed hypocritical to block him.

After a while, when everyone calms down, it is not impossible to be friends.

They're all adults, and it's not like there's any deep hatred, and it's really unnecessary to stay away from each other forever.

[Qian]: Zhou Qingluo, if you don't reply to my text messages, I will go over to find you immediately.

[Qian]: Do you want to break up?Impossible, impossible in this life, you should die.

[Qian]: If you don't reply to my message, I will really come to see you tomorrow, not a joke.

[Qian]: Send me a message?

[Qian]: Wife?

[Qian]: Zhou Qingluo, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person?Run after sleep?If you get pregnant, will you bring me back three smaller versions of me in a year?

[Qian]: You scumbag me.

[Qian]: Do you want the kind of romance where I search for you all over the city?

Seeing the text messages pouring in non-stop, Zhou Qingluo couldn't laugh or cry.

Song Ling was watching all sorts of nonsense all day long, never talking about serious things, but a lot of nonsense.

Zhou Qingluo didn't bother to pay attention to him, threw the phone aside, lay on the bed in the hotel, staring at the ceiling lamp in a daze.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt that he had been quite lonely.

In his last life, because he had a heart attack, he actually didn’t have many friends. They were all at an age where they were easy to play and have fun with. Few people were willing to play with a heart patient all the time. They always had concerns in their hearts. If something happened to him What about accidents?

Zhou Qingluo is also unwilling to cause trouble for others. Gradually, he can get along well with himself, can vent his emotions with comics, can do what he likes to do, can take good care of himself, live a good life, and then grow old slowly , live a peaceful life.

He never imagined that another person would intrude into his life, someone who would desperately cling to the glimmer of hope.

So he wants to get along with him, do what he likes to do with him, live well with him, and grow old with him.

What was done by one person before, now has one more person.

He was trying to get close to this person. He thought he understood this person, but he didn't expect that everything was different from what he thought.

He thought he had friends, but they were not what he imagined.

All the efforts went in the wrong direction and caught him off guard.

He was very sad and lost, but he didn't want to linger in the same place for too long, after all, he was a person who died once, and he knew that there were still many things to do in life.

He needs a little time to adjust his mentality.

[Qian]: Wife, I don't have the network system of the black airport, and I don't want to track your location. At least tell me, have you arrived yet?are you safeDon't worry, I won't look for you.

Zhou Qingluo felt that it was too naive to play missing, and there was no point in letting him worry about hanging around like this, so he texted him back.

[Three Greens and Three Ges]: Don’t worry about safety, take good care of yourself.

[Sanqingsange]: Stop calling me wife.

But he replied to the text message, and some people didn't stop.

At this moment, he stopped sending voice messages and text messages, and directly sent small videos on WeChat.

He got into the taxi slightly drunk, "Honey, I didn't drink and drive."

The taxi driver rushed in: "Young man, is your wife strict?"

"Well, my wife told me to obey the law."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." His sentimental phrase 'Don't call me my wife' didn't send out or something?

Song Ling returned home, humming softly to the empty villa, "Loving someone who doesn't come home, waiting for a door that doesn't open..."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and took a close-up of another toothbrushing cup, "I made up the same cup for you."

He also spread a 1.2-meter quilt on the two-meter bed, the quilt they messed up that night, he lay down on it, as if reminiscing about something, with an ambiguous expression, "Sleeping here is really sweet."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

[Qian]: You won't reply to my text messages, will you?Is this forcing me to seduce?

The message was followed by a dark video.

Zhou Qingluo didn't dare to click on it again, fearing that it might be something unsuitable for children, he just wanted to throw away the phone when another text message came in.

[Qian]: Qing Luo, I will never give up on the fact that I love you. Anyway, it's not the first time I've chased you. This time I will chase you better than last time.