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

Song Ling took a bag of ice cream from the orphanage.

Jiao Zuo drove Wuling Hongguang to take him home. The road was a bit congested, and Song Ling kept silent, as if he couldn't hear a word Dean Lin said.

But the ice cream in his hand melted and dripped onto his hands. He didn't notice it, and stood there like an idiot, with his eyes blank.

That frightened look, obviously heard it.

Jiao Zuo couldn't hold back anymore, "A Ling, Qing Luo is in the mountain city, why don't you go find him?"

Song Ling answered irrelevantly: "You said to test the ingredients of ice cream, can you test the ratio of milk and eggs?"

Jiao Zuo felt that the two were chatting, but not entirely.

Jiao Zuo: "Probably not, it can only detect how much sugar, how much protein, how much pigment, how much water."

Song Ling sighed softly: "Technology still needs to improve."

Jiao Zuo was silent for a moment, only to realize that he had led him astray, "It's not about the ice cream, I'm saying, if you like him, you should chase him back, if you continue like this, you will really break up of."

Song Ling didn't reply, but turned to look out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Jiao Zuo doesn't quite understand this kind of silent and non-communicative way of falling in love.

"A Ling, do you still like Zhou Qingluo?"

What responded to him was the tire noise of Wuling Hongguang.

Jiao Zuo said bitterly: "You just hold back and don't talk, you will die sooner or later. You have just been cured of this disease, so don't be depressed again. What the hell are you trying to do?"

A certain ice sculpture that was silent finally moved.

After a while, the ice sculpture said: "You pull over, I'll go to the supermarket."

As soon as Jiao Zuo stopped the car, Song Ling walked towards the supermarket expressionlessly, as usual, as if he didn't know anything and nothing happened.

But Jiao Zuo quickly figured it out. If Song Ling wanted to know where Zhou Qingluo had gone, he could just move his fingers. If he wanted to chase someone, he would have done so long ago, and he didn't have to wait until today.

Did Song Ling really let go of Zhou Qingluo?

But let it go, why did Guan Minglang tell him that Song Ling couldn't sleep all night, and asked him to find some sleeping aromatherapy.

Jiao Zuo used all the thinking cells in his body and couldn't figure it out. After breaking up, he couldn't sleep all night but didn't chase after people, and lived his life as if nothing had happened. What kind of new love skills is this?

He has never experienced it.

Jiao Zuo: "Let me tell you, Ah Ling, don't believe that there is a kind of poisonous chicken soup called letting go and ending eternity for love."

"That's not poisonous chicken soup."

"It's definitely poisonous chicken soup."

"That's the lyrics."

"..." I was still in the mood to joke, it seemed that nothing happened.

Song Ling put a lot of things into the shopping cart, eggs, milk, sugar, egg mixer, strawberries, and chocolate.

Jiao Zuo thoughtfully helped him get another bag of flour.

Song Ling: "What are you doing?"

Jiao Zuo: "You can make a cake without flour."

Jiao Zuo's birthday is coming soon, Xiao Ci plans to make him a cake with his own hands, and bought these things too.

Jiao Zuomei said complacently: "You are so caring now, you give ice cream to the children, you should make me a birthday cake on my birthday."

Song Ling glanced at him silently, and put the flour back on the shelf expressionlessly.

Jiao Zuo: "..."

Jiao Zuo didn't realize it until Song Ling bought an ice cream scoop.

"You don't want to make your own ice cream, do you?"

Song Ling glanced at him coldly, "Can't you?"

Jiao Zuo: "If you want to eat, just buy it, why do you have to make it yourself?"

Song Ling: "It's your birthday, why don't you buy the cake yourself?"

Jiao Zuo didn't turn his head, and just followed his words and proudly showed off: "Because Xiao Ci wants to do it for me."

Song Ling remained silent and continued to stuff things into the shopping cart.

It took Jiao Zuo a long time to react, and he slapped his head suddenly: "...Zhou Qingluo likes ice cream?"

Seeing him like that, Jiao Zuo repeated, "Zhou Qingluo likes to eat ice cream."

Jiao Zuo understands that Boss Song's way of falling in love is knowing where someone is, but not chasing after him. Instead, he is studying how to make ice cream, hoping to wait for Zhou Qingluo's prodigal son to turn around, and then conquer his stomach with ice cream.

Jiao Zuo: "I think it's more effective if you go to the mountain city directly, cry, make trouble, hang yourself, hug and hold high, than buy eggs and milk to make ice cream here."

Song Ling glanced at him speechlessly: "Shut up."

Jiao Zuo: "How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

Song Ling fell silent again.

Jiao Zuo gave up, as long as Song Ling didn't want to talk, he couldn't pry Song Ling's mouth away no matter what. For so many years, except in front of Zhou Qingluo, this person's cool guy personality has never failed.

Jiao Zuo compromised: "I have a friend, a Michelin-starred master, and I will ask him to come and teach you how to make ice cream."

Song Ling: "No, I'll study it myself."

"...What do you say about the wall painting? When will it be finished? Do you want to find some professional painters to help you paint it, so you can finish painting early and rest early."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Jiao Zuo looked at the chilblains on Song Ling's hands, and thought to himself what kind of bloody sadomasochism these two were talking about.

Song Ling suddenly turned his head and asked him, "By the way, do you know the professor at the Agricultural University?"

Jiao Zuo: "What are you going to do?"

Song Ling: "The potted sunflower I planted seems to be dying. I want to save it."

Jiao Zuo: "..."

When Song Ling went to work during the day, painted walls at night, took time off to study how to make ice cream, and was still studying "Sunflower Cultivation Techniques", Zhou Qingluo in the mountain city was also very busy and fulfilled.

On the other hand, Party A's father Lin Qi, his life is boring and empty, and he lives a life of retiring from the military.

The people he chose were too capable, and if he didn't worry about it at all, he was even more empty.

Lin Qi's parents are both abroad, he thinks going abroad is boring, so he is alone in China.

I didn't expect that it would be boring to be alone in the country.

What Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear the most was that every day when he racked his brains to design scenes and characters, Lin Qi would always come to him and say that he had nothing to do to be bored, life was so empty, and invincible was really lonely.

Zhou Qingluo finally couldn't take it anymore, regardless of whether he was the father of Party A, he directly said, "You really have nothing to do, so let's design the props."

Lin Qili said confidently, "But I don't know how to draw."

"Then you enroll in an interest class to learn painting."

"Trying to lie to me? Do you think I don't know that painting is a boy's skill?"

"..."

This kind of unnutritious conversation has to be carried out countless times every day.

After get off work on Friday, Lin Qi wanted to ask Zhou Qingluo to go out for a weekend, but Zhou Qingluo rejected him again.

Lin Qi was very depressed, "Zhou Qingluo, don't you have any hobbies?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Yes, painting and making money."

"What about racing, playing ball, surfing, playing games and picking up girls?"

Zhou Qingluo replied mercilessly: "I don't like it."

Lin Qi walked around him twice, as if looking at some rare species, and clicked his tongue twice: "I didn't expect you to be very boring, very pure-hearted and ascetic."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him expressionlessly, and didn't care about his words: "It's as long as the soul is interesting."

Lin Qi suddenly laughed.

Zhou Qingluo ignored him and continued to pack his things and prepare to leave work.

Lin Qi leaned against his desk, and said sternly: "Hey, Zhou Qingluo, you are not really guarding against me, you are afraid that I will chase you."

Zhou Qingluo put down what he was doing, and looked at him quietly, "Lin Qi, it's better not to joke about this kind of thing."

After getting in touch with him during this period of time, Lin Qi has finally figured out that Zhou Qingluo is a person who sticks to principles and the bottom line. As long as he doesn't cross the line, he can tease him in any way. He is also very funny, and there is nothing he can't handle.

Lin Qi thinks he is very interesting, and he likes to chat with him very much.

And Zhou Qingluo's principles and bottom line are his love life.

He doesn't like to make ambiguous jokes.

Lin Qi raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry, I won't chase you, I know you have someone in your heart, but I have a mental cleanliness."

"What is psychological cleanliness?"

"A romantic partner cannot have an ex."

Zhou Qingluo froze for a moment, then cupped his fists at him, "It's really a cleanliness addiction, I've learned a lot."

"Don't dare."

"But people are precocious now. At your age, I'm afraid..."

Lin Qimu stayed where he was with a face, staring at him unwillingly.

Zhou Qingluo smiled and continued to pack his things: "Just kidding, don't mind."

Lin Qi: "I think you are very interesting, I just want to make friends with you, don't be wary of me, OK?"

"I didn't guard against you."

Lin Qi was puzzled: "Then why don't you want to hang out with me? You still don't regard me as a friend."

Zhou Qingluo understood, this Party A's father is extremely boring, his life has been smooth and smooth, he has never been beaten by the society, and he doesn't know the value of time.

Zhou Qingluo packed his things, put his schoolbag on his back, and asked him with a smile, "What do you think a friend is? Eat, drink and have fun together? Inseparable every day?"

"Of course it is."

"That's just part of it," Zhou Qingluo explained to him patiently, "It's not that I don't want to hang out with you, but because I have more important things to do, I promised Zhang Chao that I would paint the walls of the orphanage before the new year." Well, I'm rushing to work. If I was free, I would definitely go and play with you, but I really don't have time right now. But if you have something that I must do right now, I will definitely go, I think this way we are already friends, not to eat, drink and have fun together every day."

Lin Qi didn't speak.

He understood that Zhou Qingluo's gentleness and indifference did not mean that he rejected people thousands of miles away, but that he had a very strong and rich inner world. He might not be very good at sharing his life and pouring out his thoughts, but he could communicate well with others. I live in peace, and the sun is gentle from beginning to end.

Lin Qi was really envious of the person he cared about.

Lin Qi: "Okay, do you want me to help Huahua?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "If you have time and are willing, you can."

Lin Qi: "Okay, then I will accompany you tomorrow."

"Thank you."

Lin Qi really went to the orphanage with Zhou Qingluo on Sunday, and it happened that Zhang Chao had to work overtime, so Lin Qi helped him.

The two walked towards the playground and met a little boy crying in the corner early in the morning.

He curled up against the wall, sobbing softly.

Zhou Qingluo walked over and squatted in front of the little boy. The boy backed away subconsciously with tears in his eyes.

Zhou Qingluo laughed, and took out a can of Skittles from his pocket.

The little boy stopped crying and was not so vigilant anymore, staring at him blankly.

But Zhou Qingluo didn't give him the candy, "What's the matter with you?"

The little boy gestured to him in sign language.

It turns out that the child is a deaf-mute and can read lips.

Zhou Qingluo turned his head and asked Lin Qi, "Do you understand?"

Lin Qi shook his head.

The little boy, seven or eight years old, was relieved to see that the two of them could not understand sign language.

But seeing the little boy like this, Zhou Qingluo also guessed a general idea.

Zhou Qingluo asked: "Someone bullied you?"

The little boy nodded.

Lin Qi rolled up his sleeves: "Who is it? Brother help you beat him up."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly, and slowly said to him: "If someone bullies you, you can fight back yourself."

Zhou Qingluo also showed him how to fight, and then said slowly, afraid that he would miss the words on his lips, "Do you understand, just call back like this."

The little boy shook his head and shrank his neck timidly. Zhou Qingluo couldn't understand the sign language, but he understood what the little boy meant.

The little boy couldn't beat it.

Zhou Qingluo: "If you can't beat me, don't hide and cry secretly, run to the teacher and cry hard, cry loudly, and then tell the teacher who bullied you."

The little boy was taken aback, as if he had never heard such a suggestion.

"I asked your teacher to come over, and you will cry hard in front of him after a while, and tell him who bullied you. When the teacher teaches him, you have to tell him fiercely, next time you bully me again, I will tell the teacher, understand Have you?" Zhou Qingluo shook the candy in his hand, and patted the boy's shoulder solemnly, "If you behave well, this can of candy will be yours."

The boy hesitated, but nodded for the sake of the big tin of Skittles.

Zhou Qingluo stretched out his hand, "Come on, high five."

Lin Qi didn't know if this trick was useful, but he felt that what Zhou Qingluo said was very reasonable, "Is this trick useful?"

Zhou Qingluo: "I don't know either. It makes sense to go to school with a short video."

Lin Qi: "..."

Zhou Qingluo called Zhang Chao to explain the situation, and Zhang Chao came over in a short while. When he saw Zhang Chao from a long distance, Zhou Qingluo winked at the little boy, shook the candy in his hand, and signaled him to start crying.

The little boy burst into tears.

Zhang Chao hurried over, "Jin Xiaojun, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Qingluo: "I don't know, he was crying here early in the morning, so I called you."

Jin Xiaojun gestured towards Zhang Chao with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Chao was annoyed: "It's Fat Kun again! The teacher turned around and taught him a lesson for you."

Jin Xiaojun nodded.

Zhou Qingluo told Zhang Chao: "Why don't you ask Fat Kun to come over, it's more effective to solve the problem face to face."

Zhang Chao was heartbroken: "But Fat Kun will definitely run away when he sees me, for fear that I will beat him."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "It's easy, just tell him that the uncle who painted on the playground brought sugar again."

Zhang Chao gave him a thumbs up, and after a while, Pang Kun and the others came.

When Jin Xiaojun saw this group of people, he subconsciously hid behind Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo quietly shook the candy in his hand again.

Encouraged, Jin Xiaojun stood up, glared at Fat Kun, and gestured fiercely in sign language.

Although he can't speak, his aura is not lost.

All the children in the orphanage could understand sign language, Fat Kun felt a little embarrassed and yelled, "He is dumb, he can't speak, and he is deaf, so he can't hear what I say."

Seeing Fat Kun was a little scared, Zhou Qingluo winked at Jin Xiaojun again.

The temptation of a big pot of Skittles is too great, Jin Xiaojun's small universe has exploded, and he is aggressive and fierce. With the anger accumulated for so long, he is like a little rooster ready to go, and the sign language is getting faster and faster. dazzled.

No matter how fat Fat Kun was, he was only a child of seven or eight years old. When he saw Jin Xiaojun flaunting his might, he panicked and cried loudly.

Jin Xiaojun froze for a moment, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

He didn't expect that Fat Kun, who had always been domineering, was crying.

He looked at Zhou Qingluo in surprise, Zhou Qingluo chuckled and raised his eyebrows at him.

Fat Tiger cried until he was dark, Jin Xiaojun pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

Next is Zhang Chao's aftermath.

Perhaps the orphanage has a rule that teachers should follow good guidance. Zhang Chao has already lost his temper, but he still patiently said the truth, "You are a family, you are friends, and you should love each other. Fat Kun must be sensible in the future, don't bully brothers Oh sister."

After Fat Kun apologized to Jin Xiaojun with grievances, he angrily yelled at Zhou Qingluo: "You lied, you said you would give me candy!"

Zhou Qingluo took out a few more lollipops from his pocket, raised his chin towards Fat Kun, "Here you are."

Fat Kun: "..."

Fat Kun took the candy and left, Zhou Qingluo gave the candy to Jin Xiaojun, "I'm right, Fat Kun will definitely not dare to bully you in the future."

Jin Xiaojun blushed with excitement, and nodded vigorously.

Zhou Qingluo knelt down and patted Jin Xiaojun's head, "In the future, if someone bullies you again, just do it. If you see someone being bullied, you should persuade him like this, okay?"

Jin Xiaojun nodded vigorously again.

Zhang Chao glanced at his watch, "Qing Luo, I'm afraid I can't help you today. The amusement facilities are old. Someone came to repair them today. I have to go over to supervise the work."

Lin Qi: "You go, I'll help him."

As soon as Zhang Chao left, Lin Qi put his hands on Zhou Qingluo's shoulders, "I thought you would be like Tang Seng, preaching a lot of great principles, but I didn't expect you to believe in the aesthetics of violence."

Zhou Qingluo shook off him: "He weighs more than 100 kilograms, can he walk well?"

Lin Qi: "It's unscientific that you carry candy with you."

Zhou Qingluo said triumphantly: "I have no experience, this is the children's territory, so it's easy to do things with sugar."

Lin Qi gave him a thumbs up: "Shang Dao."

Most of the children in the orphanage are mischievous, and they always come up to make trouble when they see newcomers, but children can't escape the temptation of sugar and ice cream.

Lin Qi stretched out his hand to him: "Give me one too."

"Nothing."

"It's true or it's not."

"No more."

"Damn! Then I'll grab Fat Kun's."

Zhou Qingluo looked at him speechlessly: "He's in his twenties."

"I want to eat too."

Zhou Qingluo found it funny, "You don't take medicine, what kind of candy are you taking?"

As soon as Zhou Qingluo said the words, he was startled, and then fell silent.

Lin Qi knew that he had bumped into something Zhou Qingluo shouldn't have touched again.

As long as he came across this place, Zhou Qingluo would immediately block everything automatically, and hide in a hood without saying a word.

He climbed onto the iron shelf and began to draw.

Lin Qi also climbed onto the iron clip and sat next to him.

Zhou Qingluo: "What are you doing here?"

Lin Qi snatched the paintbrush and palette from his hands: "Tell me about your sweetheart."

Sure enough, Zhou Qingluo gave him a hard look.

Lin Qi: "I'm just curious, let me tell you a story."

Zhou Qingluo: "No comment."

Lin Qi: "I really have a sweetheart."

Zhou Qingluo ignored him, "give me the paintbrush, I have to rush to work."

Lin Qi didn't return it to him, "Since we are friends, why do you avoid talking about your affairs? I told you everything."

Zhou Qingluo: "Give me the pen."

Lin Qi looked at him with interest: "Zhou Qingluo, aren't you very good at expressing your thoughts?"

Zhou Qingluo was stunned for a moment, sighed lightly, and admitted frankly: "Yes, I really don't know how to do it."

Lin Qi: "Oh, it's not that you don't want to say it, but that you don't know how to say it."

Zhou Qingluo scoffed, wanting to grab the drawing board: "You're making up a tongue twister."

Lin Qi persisted: "You can't but you can learn. It's not like you don't have friends. What do you do with your worries in your heart all the time? Opening up your heart is not a boy's skill."

Zhou Qingluo tried to change the subject, "You've already delayed me by 5 minutes, Boss Lin."

Lin Qi: "Don't talk about deducting wages."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

He had laughed enough, collected himself, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll tell you to guard against it."

Lin Qi: "All ears."

"I have a boyfriend. He was sick some time ago and has been taking medicine. I prepared sugar for him, and I got used to it."

Lin Qi raised his eyebrows, it really is a jealous love.

Lin Qi asked: "Then is he cured?"

"All right."

"Did you two break up?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head: "No."

"Then why are you here alone?"

"Because I have more important things to do."

"Is there anything more important than him? You don't care about love, Zhou Qingluo."

"Of course, he has more important things to do than me now."

Lin Qi didn't quite understand, "What could be more important than the other party?"

"Become a better version of yourself, and then love the most important person."

Lin Qi felt that what Zhou Qingluo said made sense, but he also felt that something was wrong.

After much deliberation, combined with Zhou Qingluo's comic "Chasing the Light", he finally figured out something.

"Ling Aotian is him, and Little Camel is you."

Zhou Qingluo was very frank, "Yes."

Lin Qi finally understood what was going on.

He is a fan of Zhou Qingluo, so of course he knows what Zhou Qingluo's painting means.

Lin Qi: "Let's talk about "Follow the Light"."

"The little camel has always been brave and tolerant in front of Ling Aotian. In fact, the little camel can try to reveal his concerns and bottom line to Ling Aotian. After all, everyone has minefields and weaknesses. It is impossible to tolerate everything and be strong forever."

"The original intention of your painting "Chasing the Light" was to express Ling Aotian's brave pursuit of a bright future, but in my opinion, the little camel is Ling Aotian's light."

"Perhaps Ling Aotian is willing to go to the bright future because of the little camel. Otherwise, why would he pass the level so painfully and go to the future."

On the other side, Song Ling did not know how many times he had searched for flights from Shancheng.

Air tickets were booked and refunded, refunded and booked again, cigarettes were smoked one after another, but I couldn’t make up my mind.

Jiao Zuo sent him a message, which broke out on a local forum, saying that the amusement facilities in the Shancheng Welfare Institute were old, and a child fell off a seesaw and knocked out his teeth.

It was big news for Sesame Mung Bean.

[JZ]: The amusement facilities in Shancheng Children's Welfare Institute are old, should you donate money if you are so caring?

Song Ling took the last puff of his cigarette fiercely, then extinguished the cigarette butt, and booked a ticket to the mountain city without hesitation.

He went to get a haircut, shaved his beard seriously, lit a sleep aid aromatherapy, and went to bed early.

Thinking of seeing Zhou Qingluo tomorrow, Song Ling wanted to keep in the best condition, but he felt drowsy, and gradually fell asleep, without a dream all night.

He donated 200 million to the Shancheng Welfare Institute to repair the amusement facilities.

Dean Ma wanted to hold a thank-you meeting for him, but he refused.

Dean Ma would never have thought that a piece of news posted on a local forum, with little traffic, would attract huge sums of money for charity.

Dean Ma: "Then we should take a photo together as a memory."

Song Ling couldn't refuse, so he took a photo with them.

Song Ling: "I'll walk around casually, you don't need to accompany me."

Dean Ma: "Those kids are naughty, I'm afraid I'll offend you."

Song Ling smiled: "I also grew up in an orphanage, would I be afraid of them?"

Dean Ma laughed dumbfoundedly.

Song Ling: "Where is the playground?"

Dean Ma pointed him in the direction.

Song Ling walked in the direction indicated by Dean Ma, turned a corner, walked past the cafeteria, and arrived at the playground.

The noon sun was just right, and the walls of the playground were colorful. The person he had been thinking about day and night was sitting on the iron frame, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a palette in the other, drawing strokes one by one.

There was another person sitting beside him, with his hands on his shoulders, the two of them were chatting and laughing in the sound of the wind.

Intimacy, ear-to-eye contact.

Song Ling knew that person, Lin Qi, a legend in the e-sports circle.

He once invested in Lin Qi's team, and after only one season, Lin Qi helped him earn back even the principal and profits.

Lin Qi was born in a scholarly family, sunny and cheerful, full of talent, and just rightly arrogant, cheering and screaming everywhere he passed by.

Not like him, living in a deep ditch, dark, gloomy, sick.

Song Ling suddenly understood that in Zhou Qingluo's world, there is sunshine everywhere, many people will surround him, and many people will like him.

Zhou Qingluo is caring, talented, and courageous, why should he tie people to him.

Is he sick by himself, kidnapped by morality, and uses his kindness and compassion?

Still relying on the three-foot-thick skin to stalk and stalk, and will not give up until the goal is achieved.

He was trying to get better, but he never thought that the end of his efforts was just the starting point of others.

The sun was shining brightly and the wind in the mountain city was warm, but Song Ling seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, so cold that he couldn't breathe.

He has been defeated.

Someone tugged on his sleeve lightly, it was a little boy.

The little boy was holding Skittles in his hand, with his eyes wide open, looking at him firmly, and signed to him in sign language.

[Brother don’t cry, if someone bullies you, you just hit back like this. 】

While gesturing in sign language, he gesticulated how to type.

[If you can't beat me, don't hide and cry secretly, run to the teacher and cry out loud, and tell the teacher who bullied you. 】

【If you beat him up in front of the teacher, he won't dare to bully you anymore. I'll call the teacher now, you wait for me. 】

Song Ling grabbed him and knelt down to sign for him.

【Thank you, no one bullied me. I lost a very important person. I am very sad. That person once told me that if I was bullied, I should beat him back. He was right. 】

Seeing his sad look, the little boy pursed his lips and handed him the sugar bowl.

[Did you lose your mother?When I lost my mother, I was as sad as you are now. 】

Song Ling took out a sunflower doll from his pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and signed to him.

[I lost the whole world, this is a mascot, for you, thank you for the candy. 】

Song Ling got up, turned and walked away.

The little boy was Jin Xiaojun. He walked up to Zhou Qingluo, raised the sunflower doll in his hand, and gestured in sign language excitedly.

Zhou Qingluo looked at the sunflower in his hand and stayed where he was.As soon as he let go, the paintbrush fell to the ground with a clatter.

Lin Qi looked helpless, the two couldn't understand what Jin Xiaojun was gesturing at all, and Jin Xiaojun was also very anxious, he kept gesticulating, the more he gestured, the more anxious he was, and he was about to cry.

Fortunately, the savior came.

Zhang Chao ran over panting, "I'm sorry Qing Luo, someone came to the orphanage this morning to donate money for charity, I went to receive it, it was late."

Lin Qi: "It's okay, hurry up and tell us what Xiao Jun said."

Jin Xiaojun gestured again.

Zhang Chao translated: "Just now I persuaded a big brother. He said that he lost an important person. He cried very sadly. I gave him candy and he gave me a mascot."

Zhang Chao said happily: "By the way, Qing Luo, the person doing charity today looks like the one who came out of your comics. I was shocked when I saw him."

Zhang Chao opened the group photo and showed it to Zhou Qingluo, "Look, it's him, does he look like it?"

Jin Xiaojun glanced at the photo, and began to sign language again.

Zhang Chao translated: "This is the big brother, he was there just now."

Zhou Qingluo looked at the place the little boy was pointing at, it was empty and there was nothing there.

Lin Qi asked Jin Xiaojun: "Was this person just now, there, crying very sadly?"

Jin Xiaojun nodded vigorously.

Lin Qi: "How sad?"

Jin Xiaojun thought about it, but he didn't know how to express it. He didn't know what it meant to lose the whole world.

But when he was saddest, he cried hard.

Jin Xiaojun's face collapsed, and he burst into tears during the online performance.

Although silent, it is very contagious.