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

Jiao Zuo subconsciously asked, "What if he doesn't come back?"

Song Ling's eyelids trembled, but he didn't speak.

Jiao Zuo sighed, he didn't know why he had a long mouth, and he stabbed Song Ling's heart at this time.

The knife was inserted, and if it was pulled out again, the bleeding would probably stop, so Jiao Zuo silently closed his mouth.

After a long while, Song Ling said slowly: "Then I will live well, be a good person, and then slowly grow old and die."

Jiao Zuo: "..." It is said that people who break up in love are poets, and it is true.

Song Ling lay on the carpet, staring at the crystal lamp in a daze.

It's strange to think about it, sometimes people can't figure it out, and just stop abruptly, and their minds become clear instead.

The moment the phone was disconnected, his mind went blank, and after the panic, a sense of helplessness followed.

He frantically disassembled his phone, trying to turn it on quickly.

Maybe Qing Luo also has a lot to say to him.

Maybe Qing Luo wanted to scold him, wanted to quarrel with him severely.

After working for a long time, he finally came back to his senses. Zhou Qingluo was indifferent to his hysteria.

What Zhou Qingluo said and what he did flashed through his mind one by one.

Qing Luo said he wants an ordinary future and wants to live happily.

Song Ling couldn't help thinking, what would happen to Qing Luo without him.

He will be carefree, enthusiastic and cheerful, will always work hard to live, will sympathize with poor people, will be grateful to everyone who has helped him, and then repay him with gratitude.

There will be many, many friends, and many people will surround you.

Instead of being by his side like now, thinking about him wholeheartedly.

And he never gave him a sense of security, he always ran when he said he wanted to, was strong and domineering.

To Jiao Zuo and the others, Qing Luo was just his lover, not their friend.

Qing Luo must feel lonely, he wants to return to his original life, or just wants to go to a place without him to take a breath.

Did Qing Luo have endured it for a long time, and his heart softened until he recovered from his illness before leaving.

He was so gloomy and dark that he extinguished the sun.

Qing Luo must be very tired to like someone like him.

"I'm going to rest, you go."

Jiao Zuo: "You really don't want me to accompany you? After all, it's the first time you've truly broken up in love."

Song Ling sneered, and said disdainfully: "You think that everyone is like you. When you lose love, you will cry like ghosts and wolves, and you will lose your face."

Jiao Zuo knew that this kind of person liked which pot he didn't open and carried which pot: "I was like this when I was broken up for the first time."

"One time isn't enough?"

Jiao Zuo: "Are you all right?"

Song Ling clicked impatiently, "Do you think I really look like you?"

Jiao Zuo looked at the scattered mobile phone parts on the coffee table and laughed.

To disassemble the phone like this for a few photos, I am afraid that some people are more embarrassed than these parts.

What does this have to do with people, there are so many decent breakups, the one who let go hysterically is the one who loves deeper.

Jiao Zuo: "If Xiaoci wants to break up with me, I have to seek death and life."

"..."

Jiao Zuo sighed: "A Ling, so many tests have passed, let's look forward and don't be too preoccupied to do stupid things."

"I'm going to sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow."

"?"

"Contributing to the cause of network security."

Jiao Zuo: "..."

Song Ling got up from the ground and walked upstairs, "Remember to empty the underground garage, I will pay for the loss."

Zhou Qingluo rested overnight, and when he got up the next day, he subconsciously glanced at his phone.

He thought he would receive a lot of long speeches from Song Ling again, but he didn't expect that there were only a few text messages.

【. ]: I was too anxious yesterday and couldn't control my emotions. I apologize to you.

【. ]: The phone was broken yesterday, I didn't mean to pinch your phone.

【. 】: Everything before, thank you, and, sorry.

He thought of Song Ling's out-of-control tirade yesterday, and he couldn't help but laugh.

These are all inexplicable remarks, hysterical, I am afraid that he has gone crazy after drinking.

He had never seen Song Ling in a state of dismay.

He never thought that Song Ling would be so flustered when it came to the past.

Zhou Qingluo wanted to ask him how the hangover felt, but after thinking about it, he put down his phone and got up.

He thought something was wrong, took back his phone and looked at it.

Song Ling's WeChat name changed.

It turned back to that little [. 】

When Song Ling changed it to [Qian], he smiled and told him, because I have money, and Qing Luo likes money the most, so I am money.

Zhou Qingluo was silent, put away his phone, and took a taxi to the orphanage.

Zhou Qingluo promised Zhang Chao to start painting the walls today, and Zhang Chao sent him a WeChat message early in the morning, saying that he went to buy paints overnight last night, and all the paints have been delivered this morning, and he can start work at any time.

The winter in the mountain city is warm and comfortable, the sky is blue and the sun is shining, it is not as humid and cold as in Qingling City.

If you were in Qingling City, painting in this weather would definitely freeze you into a fool.

Zhou Qingluo put on the overalls, sat on the iron frame and began to compose the picture with chalk.

He was drawing and drawing, but the chalk broke, "Song Ling, help me get..."

He turned his head, only to find that there was nothing around him.

When he was painting, the glib man would try to make him happy, and would run errands for him under the iron shelf with a smile on his face. When he was tired of painting, he would climb up on the shelf and sit beside him, rubbing his arms.

Of course, some people would not help him rub his arms for nothing, and they would always play shamelessly as a hooligan to take advantage of it.

"Teacher Qing Luo?"

Hearing someone calling him, Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses.

Zhang Chao stood under the iron shelf and looked up at him.

Zhou Qingluo: "Are you here?"

Zhang Chao: "Did you come up with any interesting idea? It looks very happy."

Zhou Qingluo: "No, oh, yes."

Zhou Qingluo withdrew his expression, frowned, drew a few strokes vigorously, and tightly pursed his lips without speaking.

Because the painting was his own, and he and Song Ling had also painted it in Jiaozuo's underground parking garage, Zhou Qingluo made a quick layout. In order to catch up with the schedule, Zhang Chao came to help him when he was out of class.

Zhou Qingluo painted seriously, and subconsciously stretched out his hand: "Song Ling, pass me a brush."

Zhang Chao: "Teacher Sange, who are you calling?"

Zhou Qingluo was stunned for a moment, then recovered and smiled, "Oh, pass me the brush."

Zhang Chao handed him a brush, "Is this one?"

Zhou Qingluo took the brush, "Yes, thank you."

In fact, what he wanted was not this one, but a smaller brush.

It was only then that he realized that it seemed that Song Ling had never missed anything for him.

It didn't take long before he and Song Ling had a tacit understanding.

Zhang Chao raised his eyebrows. In one morning, Zhou Qingluo had subconsciously yelled 'Song Ling' several times.

When he called Song Ling's name, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and the corners of his mouth were raised. After he realized it, he was startled again, his eyes were a little lonely, and he seemed unhappy.

Perhaps melancholy and closedness are the unique temperament of the artist.

"Mr. Qing Luo, did Song Ling paint with you before?"

Zhou Qingluo hooked his lips, "Yes."

"What about her now?"

Zhou Qingluo paused, "He's in Qingling City, very good."

In the freezing Qingling City, Song Ling was also doing the same thing as Zhou Qingluo.

Jiao Zuo is very interesting, the underground parking lot is closed, allowing Boss Song to play freely.

Song Ling worked hard during the day and went to the underground parking garage to paint at night. Every day, he turned into a disgraced clay figurine and returned home dirty.

The weather is really too cold, and the snow is falling heavily. I was still sleeping with the heating on at home, but I had to come here to cross the catastrophe.

Jiao Zuo couldn't stand it anymore, and brought him a warm baby.

Song Ling looked at him contemptuously with a runny nose, "Do I need this?"

Jiao Zuo: "..." Forget it, let him fend for himself.

Jiao Zuo didn't really want Song Ling to paint. If Baomu Group came to destroy it again, then Song Ling would go crazy.

A man who is broken in love can't be brought back by nine cows, what can he do.

Jiao Zuo didn't know what the meaning of Song Ling's doing was, but seeing him stubbornly sketching the pattern stroke by stroke and coloring it bit by bit, he felt that what he did was very meaningful.

He sighed and asked Xiao Ci, "Do you want to tell Qing Luo?"

Xiao Ci glared at him, "Don't meddle in your own business."

Jiao Zuo: "Do you think they will reconcile?"

Xiaoci looked at Song Ling, such a paranoid and gloomy person, who could bear his temper, and slowly traced stroke by stroke, as seriously as repairing a treasured cultural relic, trying to slowly restore the scene and mood at that time.

Xiaoci sighed, "It's not so easy to be together."

"I think it's easy for us to be together."

"...Then you don't know how old you are."

Neither of them knew that at the same time, in different places, two people were doing the same thing.

They both want to become better people for each other.

The days are very peaceful, Zhou Qingluo is very busy every day, and he has no time to think about other things. He is immersed in the painting, calm and serene, needless to say, everything is in the painting.

Zhou Qingluo can draw ten square meters every day. After a week, he has drawn nearly 20 meters.

Early on Saturday morning, Zhou Qingluo went to the orphanage to continue painting.

Zhou Qingluo was concentrating on drawing when he heard a familiar voice calling him, "Qingluo?"

Zhou Qingluo turned around and found that it was Dean Lin of the Truth, Goodness and Beauty Welfare Institute. She was accompanied by some people, including Zhang Chao.

Zhou Qingluo got off the iron frame, took off his gloves, hat and mask, and walked over, happily said: "Dean Lin, why are you here?"

Dean Lin said with a smile: "I came here to exchange and study. I heard Dean Ma said that there is a young man painting here. Xiao Zhang said it was you, so I will come and have a look."

Dean Ma is also a kind-hearted middle-aged woman. She smiled and apologized to Zhou Qingluo, "I'm really sorry, I've been on a business trip and I don't have time to come over to thank you."

Zhou Qingluo: "You are being polite."

Dean Lin was very happy to see Zhou Qingluo. She liked this enthusiastic and caring boy from the bottom of her heart. This Lin Xiaoman found a treasure.

Dean Lin asked, "Why did you come here?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Come here for the interview, and it happened that Zhang Chao sent me a private message saying that there is going to be painting here, so I came here a week in advance."

Zhang Chao: "Yes, yes, yes, I am a fan of Teacher Qing Luo. I told Teacher Qing Luo about this need, and he came over."

Dean Lin asked: "Interview?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Yes, a manga studio called me for an interview."

Dean Lin was a little surprised.

Dean Ma immediately took over the conversation: "Is it Zero Point Comics Studio?"

Zhou Qingluo was very surprised, "Yes, how do you know?"

Of course Dean Ma knew.

The boss of Zero Point Comic Studio is her lover Su Mingkuan. He quit his job as the chief designer of comic products in a big factory. He came out to start his own business when he was almost 40 years old. After three years of ups and downs, he finally didn’t get photographed dead on the beach. It's impressive, and you can't make a lot of money, but it's passable.

I don’t know how to catch up with his hair boy recently. It is said that his hair boy is still the boss of a small broken game company. He is working on some online game. He said that the script has been written, and the only thing left is hero design and scene design.

But Boss Xiaopo is small and shabby, but his vision is still very high. He even dislikes the character image designed by Su Mingkuan himself, saying that it has a greasy smell that has been soaked by a big factory, and it is not innovative and not outstanding.

But the confidence of the two people who share similar tastes comes from somewhere, and they are very confident in this script. They must match it with good characters and scenes, and it will definitely become popular in the future.

So cast a wide net to recruit people, throw out high salaries, and recruit people from all over the world.

In the past few days, Lao Su has been looking at resumes when he goes home, and he doesn't know how many people have been dismissed.

Dean Ma: "Coincidentally, Zero Studio is my lover's studio. If you really like this company, I'll go back and tell Old Su."

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that it would be such a coincidence.

Dean Lin: "It's another good relationship!"

Zhou Qingluo smiled modestly, pointed to the first scene he had drawn, and joked: "President Ma, look, I should be able to pass with my strength, right?"

Dean Ma nodded in satisfaction, the young man is really nice, and his words of refusal were decent and generous.

Dean Lin: "Dean Ma, the visit is almost over, you go to work first, we are old friends, so don't accompany me, I will chat with Qing Luo for a while, and then I will wait for you in your office."

Dean Ma also said straightforwardly: "Okay, I happen to have a meeting too, so I'll see you later."

After bidding farewell to Dean Ma, Dean Lin walked up to Zhou Qingluo and asked with a smile, "Does Qingluo plan to live in this city?"

Zhou Qingluo thought for a while, and there was nothing to hide, "No, my family is all in Qingling, I just want to come here to learn something from a project, and I want to go back and open my own studio in the future."

Dean Lin: "No wonder Xiaoman went to the orphanage two days ago to complement the wall painting you painted. He even told me that you would go with him, which made me happy for nothing."

Zhou Qingluo pursed his lips, "That's unlucky."

Of course Dean Lin could see that these two young people were having conflicts, but it was not appropriate to speak up for anyone, so he said: "Then Qing Luo, you are here alone, take good care of yourself and contact us more, we all Miss you very much."

"Don't worry."

"Don't worry about working hard when you come here, eat something good, go out to play and relax, you see, you have lost weight through tossing."

Zhang Chao: "I was negligent."

"Zhang Chao takes me to eat delicious food whenever he is free, and brings me fruit every day."

Dean Lin's words inspired Zhang Chao, "Teacher Qing Luo, tomorrow I will take you to the treasure land of our mountain city."

The treasure land of the mountain city is actually a temple.

Zhou Qingluo originally wanted to catch up with work on weekends, but Zhang Chao insisted on taking him out to relax.

Zhang Chao: "Everyone is here, so we can't just squeeze you to work. Aren't we planning to paint before the Chinese New Year? There are still many days before the Chinese New Year, and this day is not bad."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't resist, so he went.

Zhang Chao first took him to Tongxin Bridge.

The concentric bridge is built between two mountain peaks, facing the sea, with many red ropes and locks hanging on it, engraved with many wishes about eternity, pious and romantic.

But in this pious and romantic place, a young couple quarreled over whose name was written on the front.

The boy lost his composure a bit, he coaxed in a low voice for a while, argued a few words unwillingly for a while, and explained helplessly for a while.

And the girl kept a cold face, her mouth was tightly shut and she didn't speak.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly thought of Song Ling.

Zhang Chao smiled lightly, "Mr. Qing Luo, have you noticed an interesting phenomenon?"

"what?"

"When couples quarrel, the one who talks too much gives in first, and it is often the one who loves the most."

"why?"

"Because I want to fight, I want to explain, I want to get the other party's attention, even if I know I'm wrong, I still want to try to get forgiveness, I can't wait to open ten mouths and tell the other party what is in my heart."

"how do you know?"

Zhang Chao took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and smiled easily, "Because I just fell out of love too."

Zhou Qingluo was stunned. Before he could react, Zhang Chao dragged him up the mountain, "Go, I'll take you to burn incense."

There is really a temple on the mountain, and it looks like a marriage temple.

The incense in the temple is very prosperous. After burning the incense, you can ask for a concentric lock, engrave your lover's name on the lock, and lock it on the concentric bridge just now.

He didn't believe in this stuff, but seeing Zhang Chao's pious and serious appearance, he went to do as the Romans did, but he didn't worship so carelessly.

Zhang Chao said in a low voice, "Teacher Qing Luo, be serious."

Zhou Qingluo felt a little funny: "To be honest, I don't really believe in these things."

Zhang Chao said with a smile: "People are too sober and rational to live, and it is boring. Come on, think of the most important person in your heart, and then think of a wish. Sincerity will lead to spirit."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but laugh.

If people live too rationally and too soberly, it is meaningless.

Think of the most important person, think of a wish.

Holding the incense stick, Zhou Qingluo prayed devoutly.

God.

I fell in love with a patient, but I longed for him to understand me like a normal person.

Can he do it?

If he can't, should I continue to love him?

Am I going to give him up?

At this time, my heart can hold the world, but his heart can only hold me.

In the future, if his heart can hold the universe, can he still hold me?

Will we have a bright future?

What responded to him was the clear mountain wind. He knew that no one could give him the answer. He was the master of this relationship, and everything was just his choice.