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Jin Xiaojun was very involved in the performance, Zhou Qingluo froze in place, not knowing how to react.

Zhang Chao is a little embarrassed. Although Mr. Song is a philanthropist, he is indifferent and estranged, unsmiling. At first glance, he looks like a cool and cool persona. How could it be possible for him to cry with sadness like Xiao Jun described.

Zhang Chao: "Little Jun, don't talk nonsense."

Lin Qi: "That's right, if he cries so loudly there, it's impossible for us to hear him."

Xiaojun was very anxious and continued to sign language.

Translated by Zhang Chao: "He shed tears when he didn't make a sound."

"It's puppies who lied to you."

"He's really upset."

Xiaojun kept gesticulating, and the sunflower doll in his hand swayed with his movements, smiling at him with a big face raised.

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a moment, picked up the brush and palette, turned around and climbed up the ladder to continue painting.

Zhang Chao and Jin Xiaojun looked puzzled.

Lin Qi waved his hand towards Zhang Chao, motioning for Zhang Chao to take Jin Xiaojun to go first.

Zhang Chao felt that the atmosphere was not right, and left with Jin Xiaojun.

Lin Qi stood on the ground and looked up at Zhou Qingluo who was sitting on the shelf: "He seems to have misunderstood, why don't you explain?"

Zhou Qingluo was relieved, once he figured it out, he could really let go of anything.

He was too worried about the future, Song Ling was too entangled in the past, forgot how to communicate with the other party, forgot how to be honest with the other party.

Causing them to forget the present moment.

But right now, everything Song Ling does is for him.

He has decided to reconcile with himself, and it is time for Song Ling to bid farewell to the bad past.

And this step, they all have to take it alone.

Only you can solve your own knots.

The pen in Zhou Qingluo's hand didn't stop, drawing stroke by stroke, "I don't want to always put myself in his place and think about him."

"why?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "He's a normal person, if he figured it out, he would naturally run to me."

Lin Qi: "Okay, I support you."

Zhou Qingluo: "Thank you."

Lin Qi smiled.

Fate is really wonderful, some people are only born to be friends.

But it's good to be friends.

After all, for countless days and nights, someone had stood under the iron frame looking up at him, and rushed to him without hesitation, devoutly and affectionately.

Lin Qi put down his tool: "Then I'm leaving, you wait by yourself, I'm not here to be a light bulb anymore."

Zhou Qingluo: "Lin Qi."

Lin Qi turned around.

Zhou Qingluo smiled at him, "I will design the characters and scenes of the game well, and unconditionally revise the draft until you are satisfied, without any complaints."

Lin Qi couldn't help laughing, "Hey, isn't this what you should do? You actually use this to thank me?"

Zhou Qingluo: "You're wrong, it's not what you should do without complaint."

On the other side, Song Ling was walking aimlessly on the street.

He has experienced darkness and is used to facing everything in his own way. He has seen hope and tried to grasp it, but he went around and returned to the original point.

Jiao Zuo asked him what he would do if Zhou Qingluo didn't come back.

He told Jiao Zuo that he would be a good person and live well until he died.

When he met Zhou Qingluo, he realized that it was easy to be a good person, but without Zhou Qingluo, it was too difficult to live a good life.

With hope, he could desperately grab it, but without hope.

Where did he go to find hope.

Zhou Qingluo started a new life, but he was still standing still.

In the future, the people around Zhou Qingluo, whether they are lovers or friends, will be better than him. They all have a good background, a good growth environment, and a good personality.

He has none of these.

His past is a mess, and he can't do anything.

Song Ling sat from noon to dusk, and then to nightfall.

Five or six young people hung colored lights under the tree, set up small table boards, took out snacks, and were having a beach party.

Song Ling rested his head on his knees and let out a sigh of relief.

His phone rang, and he sat up straight suddenly, his eyes darkened when he saw it.

It's Jiao Zuo's video call.

Today is Jiao Zuo's birthday, Song Ling didn't want to pick it up, so he just hung up.

Jiao Zuo called again persistently, and Song Ling switched to a voice call.

Jiao Zuo: "Why cut it, guess where I am?"

Song Ling said listlessly: "Happy birthday."

Jiao Zuo: "I'm celebrating my birthday at Uncle Zhou's house! Hahaha!"

Song Ling was taken aback for a moment, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jiao Zuo: "How is it? Have you coaxed Qing Luo back?"

Song Ling was a little impatient, "Hang up."

Jiao Zuo: "Ah, ah, don't hang up, where are you?"

I was outside, and Uncle Zhou and Xiaoci were chatting in the room. I just told Uncle Zhou that in order to recover Qingluo, you rescued sunflower potted plants, and you surpassed Michelin masters in your research on ice cream. Donate to the Shancheng Welfare Institute..."

Song Ling gritted his teeth, "You want to..." Did the birthday and the death day be on the same day?

Since today is Jiao Zuo's birthday, Song Ling didn't speak harshly, and said angrily, "I'm dead."

Jiao Zuo: "Tsk, why are you so heartless? On my birthday, I let you go out to chase someone, and I came here with the cheek to help you learn from your father-in-law. What Uncle Zhou said just now made sense. Would you like listen?"

Song Ling was silent, and answered after a while: "En."

Jiao Zuo: "Uncle Zhou said that he doesn't know what happened between you and Qing Luo, but Qing Luo certainly doesn't think you are bad, that you don't pay enough, that you are working hard in the wrong direction, but two people live together, yes It's a long-term matter, but your situation is slightly special, and there are still many uncertainties in the future, Qing Luo may think more, and you don't feel too safe, you should think more from Qing Luo's perspective."

The chords of the folk guitar sounded, and the deep male voice chanted and sang.

/Because you are me so I don't flinch/

/I don’t want to have any regrets in this life and don’t refute/

/No longer listen to others say don't care who can understand/

/Just because the world is bigger than you and me/

/Pile up the universe with the smallest memories/

Song Ling slowly raised his head and looked at the young people who were gathering.

The boy playing the guitar sang with great concentration. These words were clearly from the mouth of a stranger, but Zhou Qingluo sang every line.

That night, when he sang this song to Zhou Qingluo, Zhou Qingluo covered his ears, leaned intimately on his shoulder, and accompanied him silently.

And he never thought about it from Zhou Qingluo's point of view, he always went his own way, in the name of his good, even though he gave him many opportunities to confess, he still kept it secret.

As long as he put himself in Zhou Qingluo's perspective and thought about the problem, it would not be like this.

So what does Qing Luo need now.

Qing Luo said——

If someone bullies him, hit him back immediately.

I hope he's honest, he won't be afraid of him, and he won't hate him.

I hope he can come out and not let others take advantage of his weakness and hurt him unscrupulously.

I hope he is proud of the snow and frost, shining brightly.

Said that if he recovered from his illness, he would be his wife.

Qing Luo also said that he is not a god, but his lover.

Qing Luo once believed in him unconditionally, and also ran towards him without hesitation.

Song Ling got up and walked back.

It never occurred to him that he had traveled so far, and it would take him 10 minutes to get to the Shancheng Welfare Institute by taxi.

But the security of the orphanage didn't let him in, because he didn't look like a good person.

Fortunately, Dean Ma asked him to take a group photo, and fortunately, Dean Ma also sent him a copy of the photo.

Song Ling clicked on the group photo and handed it to the security guard.

The security guard's eyes lit up immediately, but he still had professional ethics, "You are the philanthropist who donated to our hospital today? Who are you looking for so late?"

"The man who painted on the playground is my lover, and I'm going to find him now."

The security guard froze in place. The visitor's words were too informative, which caused him to be a little overwhelmed. "Is Teacher Qing Luo your lover?"

"Correct."

The security guard thought that Mr. Qing Luo was so attractive. Didn't the little girls in the recruiting hospital like it, but now they recruited a gentleman who didn't look like a nice guy but was indeed a nice guy?

Security: "Wait a minute, I'll call you to confirm."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo came to work overtime every day to paint, and his phone number was always in the security room.

The security guard dialed Zhou Qingluo's phone number, "Hello, Teacher Qing Luo? The security guard at my door."

"Hello, uncle, do you have a courier for me?"

"It's not a courier, it's a living person."

Song Ling: "..."

Security guard: "A gentleman, said it is your... yours..."

The security guard seemed a bit awkward.

Song Ling said blankly, "My love."

The security guard glanced at Song Ling, but he still didn't have the nerve to say the word lover: "Yes, why don't you come to the east gate and lead him in?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Okay."

The security guard hung up the phone, "Just wait a moment, he will come out soon."

Song Ling was really speechless. He imagined that, just like the TV series, he rushed in and ran to Zhou Qingluo's side, hugged Zhou Qingluo into his arms from behind, apologized to him, and told him how much he missed.

But everything was stopped by the security guards, and Zhou Qingluo was asked to come out and lead him in.

He sat in the security room and waited for Zhou Qingluo, his eyes kept looking in the direction of the playground, his heart beating faster inexplicably.

The street lights of the orphanage were dim, and as soon as Zhou Qingluo appeared, he couldn't move his eyes away.

The person he thinks about day and night is walking towards him step by step.

Song Ling stood up from the seat with a jerk, and the chair scraped across the tile surface, making a harsh sound.

The security guard quickly patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, don't be impatient, Teacher Qing Luo needs to sign before you can go in."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo walked over without haste, and Song Ling's eyes followed him.

Zhou Qingluo walked to the security room, glanced at Song Ling indifferently, and said to the security guard with a smile: "Uncle, he is my friend, let him come in."

The security guard gave Song Ling a strange look, and said with a smirk: "It's just a friend."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo signed the book, and the security guard said, "Okay, let's take it away."

Zhou Qingluo: "Thank you."

Song Ling: "..." It's really like picking up a courier.

Security guard: "Because you are a friend of Teacher Qing Luo, I will not detain your ID, let's go in."

Song Ling gritted his teeth: "Thank you."

The security guard responded cheerfully: "You're welcome."

After Zhou Qingluo signed, he didn't look at him, ignored him, and walked straight forward.

Picking up the courier at least to see what it is, Zhou Qingluo looked like he picked up an empty package.

He is really worse than a courier.

Zhou Qingluo walked straight towards the playground, and Song Ling silently followed behind without saying a word.

Zhou Qingluo walked to the wall, climbed onto the shelf, and continued to draw, as if the people around him did not exist.

Song Ling squatted on the ground and silently helped him to color the color. He was going to paint a butterfly now, and it should be royal blue.

Song Ling turned lustful and handed it to Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo turned a blind eye and drew on his own, ignoring him the whole time.

Song Ling was silent, put down the paint, climbed up the ladder, and sat down next to him.

Zhou Qingluo was squeezed, so he moved a little to the side.

Song Ling leaned forward shamelessly again.

Zhou Qingluo wanted to move away again, but Song Ling reached out with his long arms and hugged him tightly.

Zhou Qingluo raised his eyes and glanced at him expressionlessly.

Song Ling finally understood that as long as Zhou Qingluo glanced at him, he could run towards him with all his strength.

Song Ling leaned closer, kissed his forehead, pressed his forehead against his, laughed, and called him in a low voice, "wife."