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

Song Ling's apples were finally peeled, and Zhou Shoulin's heart was relieved.

Fortunately, it didn't cut it.

Song Ling held up the apple and handed it to Zhou Shoulin with a smile, "Uncle Zhou, did you cut it better than the last one?"

Zhou Shoulin took it with a smile and took a bite, "Thank you Xiao Song, it's very sweet."

Zhou Shoulin took a bite and almost bit the core. Song Ling pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's still not well cut."

Zhou Shoulin: "It's just peeling apples, and there is no technical content. There are many tools for peeling apples on the market. I haven't heard of anyone who can't peel apples and can't eat apples. Besides, Xiao Song has improved a lot."

Song Ling smiled when he heard the words, as happy as a child who was recognized by others, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

"Okay, you have been guarding for two days, go back and rest quickly, isn't there a nurse here, don't worry."

"I can't sleep when I go back," Song Ling slowly laid down beside Zhou Shoulin's hospital bed, with his head resting on Zhou Shoulin's hand, and his face buried in the quilt, "I'll just lie down and sleep with you for a while, okay?"

Zhou Shoulin sighed, raised his hand, patted his head lightly as if to comfort him, and then smoothed his hair, "Sleep, good boy."

Although Zero Point Comic Studio doesn't seem to be very formal, and its employees are lazy, I didn't expect that many popular projects in the market are actually produced by this small workshop, no wonder it has the confidence to offer such a high salary.

Zhou Qingluo himself is a cartoonist with a strong ability to empathize. He carefully ponders the game script during the day, and goes to the orphanage to continue painting wall paintings at night.

Except that Lin Qi left Zhou Qingluo speechless, everything in the company was fine.

Lin Qi is Dean Ma's cousin. He was previously a demon king in the e-sports circle and retired last year.

The reason for retiring is very simple, because there is no opponent, it will be the top of the mountain, and it is meaningless to look at the mountains and small mountains.

I bought the copyright of a favorite game script this year. If I wanted to invest in the development of the game, I took my brother-in-law to develop it together.

It turns out that Lin Qi is Party A's father.

Su Mingkuan asked him why he invested in games, and Lin Qi only answered two words: a lot of money.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly understood what it means to be rich and self-willed.

It seems that what Song Ling said "I didn't expect money to be so easy to make" was not Versailles, but a question from the heart.

Ever since Lin Qi knew that he was Sange, whenever he had time, he would ask all kinds of strange questions.

"Zhou Qingluo, are all the cartoonists on Xingchen.com as good-looking as you? Do you have to upload your ID photo to sign on Xingchen.com, and if you don't look good, you don't sign a contract?"

Zhou Qingluo usually just smiled and ignored him.

"If I can draw a little bit, I will definitely be able to sign it when I look like this."

It is necessary for Zhou Qingluo to rectify the name of Chenxing.com, "When signing the contract, you need to take a photo with your ID card in hand, but you should not look at your face, just look at your talent. A little bit of knowledge may not work."

What Lin Qi must do every day is to go to Zhou Qingluo to ask this and that while there is no one in the office, or discuss the content of the comic "Chasing the Light", and complain about the villains in it with righteous indignation.

The leader who entered the studio with Zhou Qingluo was also the leader in the group discussion without a leader. Seeing that Lin Qi and Zhou Qingluo were so familiar, it suddenly dawned on him that Zhou Qingluo was a related household. No wonder he traveled into space all the way during the group discussion without a leader. interview.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know what kind of strange aura emanated from him that made Lin Qi so eager to talk.

"Zhou Qingluo, how could there be such a bad person in the world? How could they treat us Ling Aotian like this? They actually want to dig out our Ling Aotian's kidney? How can a man not have a kidney?"

Ling Aotian is the protagonist in "Chasing the Light".

Zhou Qingluo immersed himself in drawing, and said perfunctorily, "Yes."

"I've never seen such a bad supporting role. Zhou Qingluo, your plot is too old and too distorted. Can you change it?"

When Zhou Qingluo was contemplating, Party A's father was reading comics in his spare time, but he still read his own comics, and even complained to his face.

What kind of God's operation is this.

Zhou Qingluo felt that going to work was really too difficult.

Zhou Qingluo: "Two-dimensional, free creation."

"What do you set up to break so many levels, when will Ling Aotian be able to clear the level and torture these scumbags to death? Don't wait until the day lily is cold."

Zhou Qingluo gave him a speechless look, and if he wasn't Party A's father, Zhou Qingluo would have fired at him with full force.

But he could only hold back a smile, "The painting is finished, and it can't be changed, so just let it go."

Lin Qi was silent, and compromised: "Okay, I will pay first, can you send it to me first?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Of course not, I signed an agreement with Xingchen, and I can't disclose it to a third party in advance."

Lin Qi fell silent again, "Alright then."

"Mr. Lin, I'm going to work. You can sort out your thoughts and see if you have any good suggestions and opinions."

Lin Qimu looked at Zhou Qingluo with a displeased face.

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Party A's father's face, like the sky in June, changes at will.

Lin Qi: "You? I'm not a few years older than you, am I? You are 22 and I am 25. You don't need to call me so old."

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback, Song Ling had also told him this.

Lin Qi: "Why are you always in a daze all of a sudden? It's like your soul suddenly coming out of your body."

Lin Qi used two words 'suddenly' to describe how caught off guard Zhou Qingluo was in a daze.

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses, and said as if nothing had happened: "I'm conceiving characters, and my soul is chasing inspiration. Mr. Lin, if I don't concentrate on chasing, I really won't be able to catch up."

Lin Qi: "One last question, what do the two letters XM tattooed on Ling Aotian's neck mean? Demon? Ximiao? Smiling? Ximian? Leak? Xiaoma? Xiaomeng? Xiaoming? Xiaoman?"

Holding the pen, Zhou Qingluo slipped his hand and drew a long line on the drawing paper, ruining the sketch.

Lin Qi is very good at observing words and expressions, and he can see that Zhou Qingluo is a little unhappy, "OK, you go to work, "Follow the Light" is very good, come on."

Zhou Qingluo lowered his eyelids and looked at the long line on the paper, thinking that if it was Song Ling just now, he would not be so discerning, and he would not let it go, so he proudly said that he had guessed it right, and tried every means to get him to admit it. Said he knew him best.

It's really shameless to try your best to get close to him.

The tablet slid down and hit the desktop with a bang, Zhou Qingluo regained consciousness, picked it up, and saw himself smiling on the blacked out screen.

He froze for a moment before realizing that he was missing Song Ling a little bit.

Zhou Qingluo had to admit that Lin Qi had a good eye for picking people, and the project went smoothly. Zhou Qingluo designed a prop, and he was able to start from the script and give Zhou Qingluo some advice and inspiration.

Su Mingkuan was going to pick up Dean Ma from the orphanage after work. Zhou Qingluo took a ride. In order to catch up with the schedule, he would eat two bites of bread for dinner. When Ma Chao knew about it, he would leave a meal for him in the cafeteria , he started to work after eating.

Lin Qi took Su Mingkuan's car to pick up Dean Ma every day, and then went to his house for dinner.

Although Lin Qi talked too much, he didn't hate it. He was very discerning and knew how to advance and retreat. Zhou Qingluo was able to bear with it in order to hurry up.

Su Mingkuan was driving, Lin Qi and Zhou Qingluo were sitting in the back seat, Lin Qi was still chatting with him endlessly.

Su Mingkuan: "Lin Qi, you don't usually talk so much, why did you become a chatterbox in front of Zhou Qingluo?"

Lin Qi looked like he was pulling two to five to eighty thousand yuan: "After all these years, there is finally an interesting person who can talk to me, and you still let me hold back? Brother-in-law, you must be kind."

Su Mingkuan snorted, "Yes, mortals like me are not worthy to talk to Young Master Lin."

Lin Qi let out a breath from his nostrils, "I understand everything."

Zhou Qingluo acted honestly as a transparent person, didn't talk to each other, and smiled politely throughout the whole process as if the worker and the boss were in the same room.

But the boss must be close to the people.

Lin Qi seemed to be unable to stand no one talking in the car, "Zhou Qingluo, you are so good at drawing, why did you learn hardware circuit design instead of art?"

Zhou Qingluo: "There are so many skills that you don't overwhelm yourself."

Lin Qi: "Then why don't you go to the electronics factory to draw circuit boards? Instead, come to my place to draw?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded solemnly: "Because circuit design is really difficult."

Lin Qi couldn't control it, he laughed loudly, "Qing Luo, you are so funny, if I were a girl, I would definitely chase you."

Zhou Qingluo looked at Lin Qi. He was bright and cheerful, frank and straightforward, proud and unassuming, and generous. He was a young master with a happy family, a happy life, and a successful career.

He has been treated with tenderness by the world since he was a child, and he doesn't know what suffering is, so his whole body is shining.

If Song Ling grew up like him, he would be such a person.

Lin Qi rolled his eyes and teased Zhou Qingluo with a smile: "No, boys can chase you too, okay?"

Zhou Qing Luomu looked at him with a face, and said seriously: "No."

Lin Qi was startled, then smiled and said, "I'm just joking, don't be nervous, I don't really want to chase you."

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to make the atmosphere too stiff, so he smiled and said, "This is not a joke."

Lin Qi raised his eyebrows, "Hey, Zhou Qingluo, I was able to beat the youth group at the age of ten, won the national youth group championship, and I was able to beat the professional players at the age of 15, so I don't like it."

Zhou Qingluo was stunned. When he was ten years old, Song Ling also defeated the youth group and won the championship of the National Programming Competition.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help thinking that if Song Ling could grow up healthy like him, he would definitely be as sunny and cheerful as Lin Qi.

Lin Qi stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Zhou Qingluo?"

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses, "Huh?"

"So you were in a daze. I thought you were coveting my beauty."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly, "Boss Lin, let's talk about the hero I designed today."

Lin Qi slumped in the back seat, sighed, "It's off work, let's not talk about work."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but laugh. As Party A's father, he can't hate work!

Su Mingkuan asked Zhou Qingluo: "You came here from Qingling to work, don't your family miss you?"

Zhou Qingluo: "My father and his old friends are preparing to open a restaurant, and life is very fulfilling."

Su Mingkuan: "Are you single?"

Zhou Qingluo was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the topic to turn in this direction, so he was too caught off guard.

Without waiting for Zhou Qingluo to answer, Lin Qi said, "A man has ambitions everywhere, brother-in-law, you always ask what you want to do with this kind of affection, Qingluo."

Seeing Zhou Qingluo's expression, Su Mingkuan laughed, and guessed that he probably suffered some setback in his relationship, and it might not be convenient to say.

Su Mingkuan: "Yes, it's too easy for young people to start over."

Lin Qi echoed: "Of course, normal men who are physically and mentally healthy are not seriously ill. Of course it's easy to start over."

Zhou Qingluo turned his head and looked out of the window. Although Lin Qi's words were unintentional, every word pierced into his heart.

It is certainly easy for normal people with healthy mind and body to start over.

What about people who are physically and mentally unhealthy, how hard is it to start over?

Zhou Qingluo's eyes were sour when he thought of Song Ling's exhausted appearance after receiving psychological treatment every time.

Fortunately, they arrived at the orphanage soon, and the strange atmosphere didn't last long. Zhou Qingluo got out of the car, and Zhang Chao was already waiting for him on the playground.

Su Mingkuan and Lin Qi waited in the office for a while. President Ma's meeting was not over yet. Lin Qi suggested to visit the place where Zhou Qingluo painted, and Su Mingkuan went.

Zhou Qingluo was wearing overalls, sitting on an iron shelf, holding a palette in one hand, and a paintbrush in the other, and was seriously painting and drawing.

Zhang Chao was helping him, and it could be seen that the two did not cooperate well. Zhang Chao handed him things many times before he got them right.

Lin Qi and Su Mingkuan stood not far away, watching the vivid words on the wall, and quietly appreciating them.

Lin Qi looked at Zhou Qingluo's back and smiled: "Brother-in-law, have I found a treasure?"

Su Mingkuan: "You have a good eye, you kid. Zhou Qingluo's design ideas and drawing skills are very high, and the small company that outsources the program is also very capable. It seems that your game is promising."

Lin Qi smiled without saying a word, raised his legs and walked towards Zhou Qingluo, "Zhou Qingluo."

Zhou Qingluo stopped writing and turned around.

Lin Qi stood under the iron shelf and looked up at him.

Zhou Qingluo sat on the shelf, holding a paint tray and holding a paintbrush, his eyes were light.

Behind him is the fiery red sunset.

Lin Qi felt that no matter how good-looking a cartoon is, it is not as beautiful as the scene in front of him.

Zhou Qingluo: "Have you guys gone back yet?"

Lin Qi: "How long do you want to paint?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Ten o'clock, catch up with work."

Lin Qi: "I'll hire a few professional wall painters for you, and the painting will be finished in a few days."

Zhou Qingluo: "It's okay, I can do it myself."

Lin Qi: "It's hard work for you."

Zhou Qingluo paused, a little dazed, and subconsciously repeated his words, "Hard work?"

Lin Qi: "Yes, don't you think so?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, "I don't think so."

Lin Qi: "Drawing until ten o'clock every day is obviously very hard work. Human energy is limited."

Zhou Qingluo: "I'm okay, I'm doing what I like, I think it's very meaningful."

Lin Qi: "..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Su Mingkuan came out to smooth things over, "Lin Qi, you are spoiled and spoiled, so everything feels bitter."

Lin Qi: "I think you can ask a painter to paint. It's the same effect. There's no need to do it yourself. It's fine to save time and have a good rest, or to recharge and improve yourself."

Zhou Qingluo remained silent, but the knot that had been bothering him was slowly unraveling.

They didn't know that there was a man who ran around the city with him day and night to paint wall paintings for people, from the fiery tiger in autumn, to the bleakness in late autumn, and then to the cold winter.

He didn't have to do it himself, but he still patiently helped him color, handed him brushes, handed him pens, and helped him.

He has a tacit understanding to which part he draws, and he knows what tool to hand him.

He would also try to make him happy, telling ambiguous and useless jokes to make him blush, and then pretending innocently that he didn't understand anything, pretending that he was thinking too much, and he didn't mean it at all.

For ordinary people, this is very hard work.

But he never complained about suffering, he was always happy.

Zhou Qingluo put down the drawing board, walked to Lin Qi's side, and faced the painting on the wall.

The first scene has been drawn. The mother butterfly flies away, leaving behind a cocoon. The bird spreads its wings to block the wind and rain, and guards the cocoon.

In the underground garage, in front of the same scene, he promised someone that he would take him everywhere.

Zhou Qingluo: "Let's talk about "Chasing Light"."

As soon as Lin Qi heard that the author was going to talk to him about the comics that made him scratch his head, he suddenly became energetic, "How long is it until the serial ends? Can you post it all at once after you finish drawing? Ling Aotian's friend, Little Camel, will Leave him? It seems that the little camel wants Ling Aotian to come out by himself, so that he can become stronger, is that so? Does the little camel like Ling Aotian a little bit?"

The little camel is a spirit beast, Ling Aotian's partner, gentle and tough.

Zhou Qingluo: "No."

Lin Qi: "Impossible! How could I get it wrong! Little Camel likes Ling Aotian."

Zhou Qingluo: "I like it very much."

Lin Qi: "I'll just say it."

"But the little camel is a little worried. After Ling Aotian got out of the predicament, he saw the vastness of the outside world and didn't like himself, so he was very sensitive and caring about Ling Aotian's concealment and deception."

Lin Qi: "Huh? What about BE? Then I give up and stop watching."

"The ending is that the little camel is no longer entangled, believes in Ling Aotian unconditionally, accepts everything about Ling Aotian, and no longer uses the worldly frame to frame him, but Ling Aotian bravely clears the customs, affirms his own value, accepts the world, and harvests flowers With applause, I became a very good person, and the two will live happily ever after."

Lin Qi was stunned for a moment, "Zhou Qingluo, don't you never spoil things?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "You are too urgent, so I have to tell you first, the totem on Ling Aotian's neck is Xiaoman. Although Xiaoman is dissatisfied, it is so small that it is full."