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

Zhou Qingluo knew that Song Ling was doing everything possible to get his attention, and desperately wanted to communicate with him, trying his best to get his response.

But he needs time to digest all this, and then come out slowly, let everything return to calm.

He had always done this before, and he had never regulated himself in any other way.

But Song Ling couldn't wait for a moment, and he didn't want to wait either.

Song Ling is different from him. He doesn't need to be slowed down in what he does. He has strong execution ability. He never weighs the pros and cons.

He was bold and straightforward.

Zhou Qingluo's rationality was disintegrated step by step by his reckless and rampant appearance, and he continued to lose control.

Zhou Qingluo was about to turn off the phone when Song Ling's message came in again.

[Qian]: I have something to tell you, can you answer the phone?You at least give me a chance to explain.

【Qian】: This is not the same as a tadpole, it cannot escape.

Is he running away?

Zhou Qingluo didn't know either.

Regarding feelings, Zhou Qingluo has never tried to express his thoughts very straightforwardly. He has no way to say what he wants like Song Ling, and never hides it.

He can hate the world, but he avoids talking about his own heart.

At this time, Song Ling's call came in again.

Zhou Qingluo gritted his teeth, he didn't escape, why did he escape, what did he have to escape.

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, answered his phone like a puff, and said indifferently: "What's the matter with you, just tell me, hurry up and get down, and then let me clean up."

The other end was silent, Song Ling was not as chattery as texting.

Zhou Qingluo sighed softly, and just about to hang up, Song Ling immediately said, "Qingluo, don't hang up."

"Look, we have nothing to talk about now, so you should stop for a while. If you drink, go to bed early."

Song Ling sneered, "My wife has run away, and I'm not allowed to drink?" He paused, and then said, "After drinking, my slouching will become more reasonable, otherwise you will have to say that I am tight-knit. Forced, irrational, not sober, shameless."

Zhou Qingluo was silent, a little annoyed, why did he use parallelism?

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, "We need to calm down, do you understand? What's the point of you being so stalking? The questions between us, calm down for a while, and there will naturally be answers. Don't call me again. Don't send me text messages anymore, okay? If you look like this, it will be of no use except to deaden your phone's battery, do you understand?"

Song Ling suddenly sneered, and cursed: "You fucking fart!"

Zhou Qingluo: "?" You fucking say it again?

"Zhou Qingluo, have you ever seen lovers reconcile after they have calmed down? Calmness is just an excuse to break up. I'm going to fucking calm down and reunite with a fucking broken mirror. I want to hug this mirror to death before it breaks." Hold on, lovers can't leave problems overnight, do you understand? Since you are so angry, why don't you quarrel with me? Hold it in your heart, and run away when you can't hold it, just like farting. "

Zhou Qingluo listened to his unscrupulous words, "...you calm down, you are drunk, rest."

Song Ling laughed angrily, "Fucking wives all ran away! How can you calm me down? I'm a bloody man, such a good wife. Tell me how to calm down! You Do you know that the more painful thing than not having it is having it, and I still don't fucking have it."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

"If you quarrel with me, I will definitely let you go and try to make you happy. Really, believe me, are you disappointed in me to the extreme and don't bother to quarrel with me? Don't be disappointed, I'm trying to get better gone."

Song Ling was impassioned for a while, and humbled for a while. Zhou Qingluo lay on the bed and rubbed his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Song Ling always has the ability to make the atmosphere very strange.

He begged: "Qing Luo, speak up, don't keep silent."

Zhou Qingluo: "If you just want to talk nonsense, you can shut up."

Song Ling stood on the balcony, took a deep breath of the cigarette, swallowed it all, and then squeezed out the cigarette butt: "That's right, that's right, the Daping floor and the coffee shop were indeed built by me for Jiang Shiyan."

Zhou Qingluo pinched the phone and didn't speak.

Song Ling: "But I sold them all. In my opinion, what does it mean to sell them? They don't exist anymore. What kind of things are they? They can affect the relationship between us? If Jiang Shiyan came to you and said , I built a large flat for him, and you go back, just like everyone else, tell him that Song Ling did it when he was insane, Song Ling regards them as a shame, and he doesn't even bother to tell me! Or Tell me, I'll beat him up, I'm your husband, what are you afraid of?"

"I lied to you, I was wrong, but if I didn't lie to you, would you let me live in your house? Would you take me all over the city to paint? Would you let me near you? Would you Take me everywhere? Will you be so calm and rational, will you pester me? Will you let me approach you?"

"You won't, you will run away without a trace like now."

"I'm bad, I use your compassion and kindness, step by step, I'm wrong, I can change, I really can."

Zhou Qingluo was completely agitated by what he said, "Everyone knows that the big flat is yours, and the coffee shop is also, I am the only one who doesn't know. If it was you, what do you think? You obviously have many Opportunity can tell me, why don't you tell? Why let me know these things through an insignificant person?"

"These things related to my past remind me that I am the child of a rapist, and I was born on the ghost festival, the most cloudy day of the year. The day of the full moon is the mid-autumn festival on August 24th, which is the day of reunion. , but was thrown at the gate of the orphanage. Even my mother’s suicide note said that I was not a person who was blessed and expected. In order to destroy the program of the Internet trading system, I am ready to die with the world, I have lived for [-] years, and I have nothing to show you."

And Song Ling was standing on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, smoking a cigarette, looking at the empty night, clenching his teeth, and showing Zhou Qingluo his heart.

"Not only did I have a mental illness in the past, but I was also paranoid and dangerous. Even so, I still long to love you like a normal person."

"Qing Luo, I'm really getting better, but if you really want to break up, I respect you, after all, you deserve better."

At this moment, Song Ling felt that his whole body was empty, and those ugly wounds that he had always wanted to hide were all open.

He has never been so frank with anyone, with all his heart and soul.

"It has nothing to do with your past. How many times have I told you that I won't be afraid of you. It's your concealment and deception that make me feel bad."

"Whatever happens to you in the future, as long as it is a little unfavorable to you, you will keep me outside and try to deceive me, right?"

"How the hell did I keep you out? I only have one circle, and you are the only one in the circle. Those messy things are all outside the circle. I want to keep these things out of the circle. I just want you to have a Pure land stands."

Zhou Qingluo was also taken aback by his anger, "Your attitude is wrong! You are eloquent! You are talking nonsense."

"I was wrong! I won't lie to you anymore! I love you! Really!"

But God was biased towards Zhou Qingluo, and the phone was cut off at this time.

Song Ling was dumbfounded, and stared blankly at the phone with a black screen, thinking that Zhou Qingluo was right, he would just let the phone run out of battery.

He hurriedly found a charger, but he couldn't charge it.

The phone is hot and broken.

It turned out that the mobile phone was not only out of power.

So just now he said something, and then the phone broke.

Hold.

The sudden silence made Song Ling suddenly feel a little dazed, as if whatever he did was wrong.

Jiao Zuo was worried about Song Ling's extreme reaction after breaking up in love, so he kept calling Song Ling, but the line was always busy, and then he couldn't get through.

Jiao Zuo was really worried, and drove to the villa overnight.

After knocking on the door for a long time, Song Ling didn't open the door, Jiao Zuo was a little flustered, but luckily he still remembered the password, so he just broke in.

When Jiao Zuo walked into the villa, Song Ling was sitting on the carpet in the living room, holding a screwdriver in his hand, tinkering with a bunch of parts.

Jiao Zuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Ling glanced at him, "Why are you here?"

Jiao Zuo smiled: "I'm not worried about you."

Song Ling: "I'm just a normal person, what are you worried about?"

"..."

Jiao Zuo could hear that there was something in Song Ling's words, Xiao Yang scolded him in his heart and treated him as a patient, Jiao Zuo smiled and didn't bother with him.

It seems that some people's illnesses are really cured, and Zhou Qingluo is quite sensible, leaving him at this time, it seems that he is sure that he will not do anything out of the ordinary.

Jiao Zuo walked over to take a look. Song Ling was fiddling with a cell phone that was in pieces.

Jiao Zuo: "What is the big hacker doing here in the middle of the night? Do you want to wiretap your phone or locate it?"

Song Ling didn't even lift his eyelids, "The phone is broken."

Jiao Zuo was stunned for five seconds, unable to speak, "Why are you living so frugally now?"

Song Ling didn't stop moving his hands, and said calmly: "There is a picture of Qing Luo inside."

Jiao Zuo: "..." He hurried over to eat hot dog food.

"Do you still need to repair your technology? Just move your finger and connect a data cable to export it?"

"The hardware is broken, a tantalum capacitor is broken."

"Tantalum capacitor... what is it?"

Song Ling looked at him with illiterate eyes, "There are positive and negative capacitors for voltage regulation."

"..."

Jiao Zuo couldn't continue, so he gave him a thumbs up, as expected of a hacker who can make a signal transmitter.

Song Ling looked at the table of parts and felt a little regretful: "I knew I would bring the soldering iron and solder wire with me when I moved."

Jiao Zuo: "...Are these two things expensive?"

"Whether you want to use it now has nothing to do with you."

Jiao Zuo: "Okay, let's take it to the mobile phone shop for repair tomorrow. It's late now, so hurry up and go to rest."

"No, what if they broke it for me."

"What's wrong with your phone?" Jiao Zuo thought that he had called Song Ling several times last night, and the line was always busy, so he quietly asked, "Did you blow up?"

"I was moved by my sincerity."

"... Qing Luo needs to be moved by your sincerity, what's the use of being moved by you on the phone."

Song Ling lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

Jiao Zuo sighed, "We have gone too far, so many people lied to him, no wonder he is angry."

Song Ling: "I won't lie to him again in the future."

"Then what are you going to do now?"

Song Ling put down the tools in his hand and lay directly on the carpet.

"Qing Luo said to calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down is equivalent to breaking up, so you just let him calm down?"

"He can calm down now and I respect him."

After all, he has confessed everything to Zhou Qingluo, and he will work hard to become a better person, and leave the rest to Zhou Qingluo to choose.

He's getting better, but not good enough.

There is no rule that Qing Luo can only choose him.

He didn't know what to do either.

Song Ling: "By the way, your parking garage has been vacant for two months, and I will compensate you for the loss."

"What are you doing?"

"draw."

"?"

"Qing Luo and I's first time, how can we just say no."

"...Let's paint again in spring, it's freezing cold, what kind of painting do you want to paint?"

"That won't work, three months later, what if Qing Luo comes back."

In case he comes back and sees the painting, he will be happy.