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Zhou Shoulin just had an appendix operation, and he could be discharged from the hospital on the third day.

Song Ling hurriedly helped him complete the discharge procedures, and then went back to the ward to help him pack his things.

Zhou Shoulin insisted on transferring the money he advanced to him.

Song Ling sighed lightly: "Uncle Zhou, don't be so polite to me."

Zhou Shoulin: "It's not about being polite. How can I spend your money? I have money myself."

Song Ling laughed at himself: "All I have is money."

Zhou Qingluo likes money very much, and likes to make money, but he never wants his money.

Zhou Shoulin refused: "Then I can't ask for your money either."

Song Ling remained silent.

Zhou Shoulin saw that he was depressed and preoccupied, so he said: "Xiao Song, don't think too much, I don't treat you as an outsider, even if Qing Luo gave me money, I wouldn't take it, I can now How can someone who can run with kinetic energy spend the money of the younger generation?"

Zhou Shoulin wasn't stupid either. Zhou Qingluo didn't talk to Song Ling when he called back during this period of time, and he didn't say anything to Song Ling. Song Ling's mental state didn't seem to be as good as it was a while ago. The two should not just quarrel.

Zhou Shoulin sighed as he watched Song Ling pack his things clumsily.

The child slept next to him yesterday, choking up even in his dreams.

At this time, Zhou Shoulin's middle-aged and elderly entrepreneurial group sent a representative to pick him up and leave the hospital, and the two asked Song Ling to come home for dinner.

Song Ling shied away from going to work and refused.

But Zhou Shoulin grabbed him, "Xiao Song, go home and have a hot meal, get a good night's sleep, and go to work tomorrow."

It's not that Song Ling doesn't want to go, it's because he's afraid that he won't want to come back.

As long as you step into that door, those bits and pieces will rush in.

How beautiful it was before, how miserable it is now.

Zhou Shoulin: "Didn't you say that you can't sleep when you go back to your place? Your room is where Uncle Zhou occasionally sleeps here for a night. No one has ever slept in your bed."

Song Ling nodded.

Zhou Shoulin was discharged from the hospital, and all the neighbors came. His friends were preparing meals, and the neighbors helped Uncle Zhou set up the brazier and moxa sticks.

Song Ling couldn't help curling his lips when he thought of how he had been treated like this.

Da Biao was taken aback when he saw Song Ling, "Xiao Song?"

Song Ling smiled at him, "Brother Big Biao."

Da Biao is straight-hearted, never turning corners in his speech, "I haven't seen you in half a month, why is your spirit so bad?"

Song Ling was slightly taken aback.

How could it be, he obviously went to the doctor on time, took medicine on time, tried his best to restrain himself, couldn't sleep and didn't take sleeping pills, how could he be in a bad state of mind.

Zhou Shoulin made a rescue, "Xiao Song has taken care of me for the past two days, and I haven't closed my eyes for two days and two nights. How can my mental state be better?"

Aunt Li: "Qing Luo is on a business trip. Luckily, there is Song Ling. Otherwise, the hospital is so modern and equipped with intelligent equipment. We are not very good at using them. If we are going to die, it is really the young people's world now."

Zhou Shoulin: "Yes, thanks to Song Ling this time."

Song Ling felt his brain buzzing, and when he heard Zhou Qingluo's name, his heart felt like being pricked by a needle, and his whole body was numb, but it was painful.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept well for a long time, he was light-headed and dizzy.

Zhou Shoulin: "Okay, let the child go to sleep first, the child will be exhausted soon."

Aunt Li took the things in his hand, "Xiao Song, go to bed quickly, I'm a little dazed looking at you."

When Song Ling walked into the room, all the layout remained unchanged. It turned out that the bed where Zhou Qingluo slept was replaced with a new mattress and quilt.

It is estimated that Uncle Zhou slept there.

Zhou Shoulin went to the room, took out the mattress and quilt that Zhou Qingluo used to spread on Song Ling, "Mr. Zhou slept on Qingluo's original bed, and I don't know where Zhou Qingluo got the sheets and quilt that you slept on before. turn up."

Song Ling didn't have the nerve to say that he took it away, "You have just been discharged from the hospital, go to rest, I will make the bed myself."

"This is the mattress and quilt that Qing Luo used to use. You can sleep here and have a good rest."

After Zhou Shoulin made the bed, Song Ling slept on it. Although it had been washed, it still smelled like Zhou Qingluo.

His mind was full of Zhou Qingluo.

When he turned his back to him, his back was thin and beautiful.

When he faced him, his eyes were clean and warm.

Song Ling buried his face in the pillow, he really missed Zhou Qingluo.

Thinking of meeting him in a dream, but unable to close his eyes all night long.

Thinking about not knowing what to do.

After lunch was finished, Zhou Shoulin wanted to wake Song Ling up for dinner, but found that he was asleep.

Zhou Shoulin closed the window for him, drew the curtains, and covered him with a quilt.

Song Ling's breathing was regular and even, the tip of his nose was red, the pillow was wet, his eye sockets were red, and his eyelashes were clumped together. Zhou Shoulin remembered his choked up sobs in his dream last night.

Like a helpless child, he was greatly wronged.

The cell phone in the coat hanging on the coat rod kept ringing, but he didn't hear it, and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Shoulin took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Jiao Zuo's WeChat voice call, so he picked it up.

Jiao Zuo: "Uncle Zhou? Why are you?"

Zhou Shoulin walked out lightly, "Song Ling is at my house, he is asleep."

Jiao Zuo was surprised: "Asleep?"

"Yes, I have been guarding me in the hospital these days, and I haven't slept for several days."

Jiao Zuo: "Okay, okay, I didn't wake him up, did I?"

"No."

"That's fine, Uncle Zhou, I'll hang up first, let him sleep well, take care of yourself, I'll see you another day."

Jiao Zuo hung up the phone and heaved a sigh of relief.

Song Ling didn't sleep for more than a few days, he didn't seem to have slept much during this time.

He went to ask for an aromatherapy, saying that it had a miraculous effect, and he originally wanted to bring it for him to try.

Unexpectedly, he fell asleep when he arrived at Zhou Qingluo's house.

It seems that heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine.

Just as Zhou Shoulin was about to put away his phone, he inadvertently glanced at Song Ling's WeChat chat history.

Song Ling's dialog box on the top is a dialog box with "wife", and the profile picture of "wife" is Zhou Qingluo's profile picture.

Zhou Shoulin's old face became hot.

Today's young people are really bold and direct, unlike those who were called "then who" back then.

He was a little embarrassed to take this phone.

Zhou Shoulin wanted to quit, but accidentally clicked in.

He thought he would see some inappropriate news, but he didn't expect that there were only three apology text messages from Song Ling, and Zhou Qingluo didn't reply.

And these three text messages were sent more than half a month ago.

Zhou Shoulin sighed and shook his head helplessly.

When Song Ling woke up again, it was already the next morning.

It happened to be the weekend, so Song Ling went to find the owner of the handmade ice cream shop near Zhou Qingluo's house.

Zhou Qingluo likes to eat the ice cream here.

The owner of the handmade ice cream shop still recognizes him. After all, he looks cool, and there are not many customers who buy so much ice cream at once, so he is very impressed.

The boss looked at him with the eyes of RMB, and greeted him with a smile: "Young man, let's see what flavor you want today."

Song Ling: "Does your store recruit apprentices?"

The boss didn't respond immediately, "Huh?"

"I'm coming over to be an apprentice on weekends, do you want to recruit?"

The boss looked at him and said this with such a cold face, as if he didn't come to be an apprentice, but to be a boss.

The boss waved his hand: "No."

Song Ling: "I don't want a salary."

Boss: "Small business, I can do it by myself, I don't need an apprentice."

Song Ling was silent for a moment, looked around his shop, and finally looked at the boss.

The boss pointed to the freezer: "Do you want ice cream? There's a new coffee flavor, do you want to have a taste?"

Song Ling didn't look at his freezer, but asked him, "Does your store sell it?"

boss:"?"

Song Ling: "You set a price and sell it to me. I will hire you as a master and teach me how to make ice cream."

The boss stared at him blankly.

If it wasn't for the fact that he has two brushes, the boss would have blurted out the phrase 'crazy'.

The boss smiled and said, "Young man, stop joking."

Song Ling said seriously, "I'm not joking."

If he hadn't bought his ice cream in a big way, the boss would have kicked him out.

Isn't this neurosis?

Feelings, he didn't come to buy ice cream, but an ice cream shop.

The boss said coldly: "Not for sale."

Song Ling ignored the boss's indifference and continued, "My friend likes to eat your ice cream."

"Then you can buy it for him to eat."

"I want to make it myself for him to eat."

The boss didn't want to pay attention to him at all. When a guest came at this time, he greeted the guest with a smile.

Song Ling stood still and did not leave. When the guests left, he said to the boss, "Don't worry, I won't commercialize your secret recipe. I will only cook it for him. I can sign a non-disclosure agreement with you."

The boss has never seen such a blind person, he has already refused in a sneering way, and he still doesn't leave, what age is it, and he still wants to play the kind of drama of stalking and asking for a teacher, and the master is moved by the attachment to accept the apprentice?

People are so busy now that no one has time to pay attention to stalkers.

"Boy, I'm in business. If you don't buy it, just leave."

Song Ling didn't leave, but still insisted: "I'm not joking, I really want to learn how to make ice cream for him."

"Then you come and buy, my store will not go bankrupt."

"I want to make it myself for him to eat."

"..."

How come it's back to the original point, how can there be such a stubborn, so blind person.

The boss decided to ignore him.

Song Ling: "It's really not possible. I will pay the tuition fee, and you can set the price."

The boss was really annoyed, "500 million!"

Song Ling said calmly, "Okay."

The boss was stunned for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back, he sneered, "You're crazy, play with me."

Song Ling's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The boss was a little apprehensive, but the words had already been spoken, and there was no way to take them back, so he smiled perfunctorily and said, "Young man, this is a small business, if you want to buy it, you can buy it, and if you don't buy it, you can leave, okay?"

Song Ling: "I bought all your ice cream today."

boss:"?"

"Please pack it for me, two flavors in one bowl."

The boss stood there in shock, looking at his face, it seemed that he was about to scold him with the second sentence of 'crazy'.

But Song Ling didn't give him a chance: "Your daily turnover is about 3000 yuan. Just in case, you usually stock up. If you buy all the ice cream here, it should cost more than 500 yuan," Song Ling said. , Scan the QR code and pay him [-] yuan, "This is a deposit, pack it up, I'm not kidding you."

This ice cream shop is really a small business. It costs 500 yuan a ball, and [-] yuan can dig [-] balls.

Such a large amount of business came early in the morning, and the boss immediately started to work with a smile on his face: "Wait a minute, I'll pack it up for you."

A businessman, as long as there is money to be made, is an enemy one second, and can shake hands and make peace the next second.

Make money with peace.

After selling out, he can make more at noon, continue to sell in the afternoon, and continue to make money.

The boss immediately smiled and said, "Why don't I just use a big bucket to pack everything for you, so you can take it back."

Song Ling laughed: "No need, two balls in one bowl, we're going to a party."

The boss responded with a smile.

Song Ling stood there waiting, watching the boss busy packing.

The boss packed for a long time, 200 servings of ice cream and 400 ice cream balls were finally packed, "Young man, two balls for one serving, exactly 200 servings, ten servings per bag, a total of 20 bags, 4000 yuan."

Song Ling stared straight at him without saying a word.

The boss smiled and pushed the payment code forward, "Just pay another three thousand and five."

Song Ling didn't scan the QR code: "Then you apologize to me first."

boss:"?"

Song Ling: "Just now you said I was crazy."

boss:"……"

Song Ling said calmly, "Apologize."

No one likes to be threatened, even this kind of silent threat.

Song Ling blinked, only picked up two of the bags, turned around and left.

The boss looked at the packed ice cream and was confused.

This guy is really mentally ill.

He calculated, put two balls in a bowl, and sell them again, which can make him very busy, but it is not easy for him to sell them, so he can only sell them to him.

He gritted his teeth, but why bother with the money, it's all packed, right?

The boss was able to bend and stretch, and apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry, young man, I just said it casually, mantra, and didn't mean to scold you."

Song Ling stopped, looked back at the boss, took out his phone and continued to pay.

The sound of the money arriving in the account made the boss finally heave a sigh of relief.

Song Ling: "I know you're scolding me."

The boss shook his head like a rattle, "No no no no."

Song Ling: "I just want you to know that I'm not joking."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"I can really afford to pay 500 million tuition fees."

The boss was stunned, and laughed, "This is a formula passed down from my father, and it is not passed on from inside to outside, but I have a daughter, do you want to get to know each other?"

Song Ling glanced at him, "Not interested."

Boss: "..." It seems that the heart to learn the formula is not sincere enough.

If he didn't look like he could afford 500 million tuition fees, the boss would have killed him.

At this time, a van parked outside the ice cream shop, and another person walked in.

The person who came was Jiao Zuo.

Jiao Zuo: "Why did you ask me to drive a van?"

Song Ling: "Ice cream."

Boss: "?" Feeling just said not to buy it to scare him.

Jiao Zuo was stunned when he saw this pile of ice cream, "Why do you buy so much ice cream?"

Song Ling: "Slap in the face."

Jiao Zuo: "?"

boss:"……"

After Jiao Zuo finished carrying the ice cream, he got into the van and asked, "Where are you going?"

"The Truth, Goodness and Beauty Welfare Home."

"In winter, do you give your children ice cream?"

"There is heating in the house."

"But it's still cold."

"But it will be fun."

"..."

Jiao Zuo couldn't refute, after all, hiding in the heating room and eating ice cream in winter is really happy.

He honestly helped him send to the orphanage.

Jiao Zuo saw the happiness and satisfaction of the children sitting in a row eating ice cream, and he immediately felt that Song Ling was really good at it.

Dean Lin looked at the children laughing and laughing, and blamed Song Ling with a smile: "You are the only one who spoils them."

Song Ling smiled.

Dean Lin suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, there is something I forgot to tell you all the time."

Song Ling turned his head, "Huh?"

"Qing Luo is in Shancheng, painting for the Shancheng Welfare Institute."

Song Ling's eyes paused.

Dean Lin took out his mobile phone, "I even took a picture of his painting, look."

In the picture, the person he thinks about day and night is sitting on the shelf and drawing, holding a paint tray in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, carefully sketching.

He loves painting too much, so he must have a smile on his lips and gentle eyes at this time.

The sky in the mountain city is so blue and the sun is shining brightly, which is suitable for the growth of sunflowers.

Unlike Qingling, which is hazy and humid, and rainy after winter, even if he takes care of it carefully, the sunflower pot is dying.