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

Although it is not a bad thing that the traffic is hyped up, the exposure of "Broken Cocoon" and "Chasing the Light" has increased a lot, and the strength of the three has also been recognized by many people, but Zhou Qingluo always feels that the vest that is regarded as an oath is strange.

He disdains to get angry in this way.

Zhou Qingluo submitted the application through the background of Chenxing.com, hoping that the website can quickly clarify this oolong.

Soon, the website staff called him back.

"Hello Sange, the website will clarify this oolong incident in time. If it is convenient for you, I hope you can come to Qingling to discuss the copyright matters of "Broken Cocoon" and "Chasing the Light". You can also confirm."

Zhou Qingluo: "Then I'll go there, how about the weekend?"

Went back for the weekend just to surprise someone.

But Song Ling finally made it to Friday, he booked his flight ticket at noon, and was going to fly to the mountain city to meet Zhou Qingluo as soon as he got off work.

Just after exiting the booking interface, Jiao Zuo called him, but after talking for a long time, he didn't get to the point.

Song Ling: "Say what you have to say."

Jiao Zuo pondered for a moment: "Have you been on Chenxing.com recently?"

"No."

What Song Ling said was indeed the truth. He went to Zhao Dayu's place during the day, and painted at night. He spent the rest of the time on the phone with Zhou Qingluo, and basically had no time to watch gossip and gossip online.

Jiao Zuo: "No wonder! I just said how can you bear it for so long."

"What happened?"

"You wait, I'll send it to you."

Jiao Zuo hung up the phone and sent him a few messages.

[Oath God Approved Vest 'Sange' Reappears on Chenxing.com]

[Chenxing Network once again cover up the oath]

[The plagiarist 'Oath' brought the vest 'Sange' out of the comic circle]

[Star.com withdraws from original comics]...

After Jiao Zuo finished sending, he sent him another text message.

Song Ling didn't click on it. When he saw these titles, he knew how shocking the contents were.

Song Ling clicked on the messages of these posters, moved his fingers, gritted his teeth, and sneered.

He had to find out the home addresses and ID numbers of these beaters.

Even if the opponent is black and black thousands of miles away, Chenxing.com uses this to hype the traffic, but based on the content of the third post, he wants to send all those people to hell.

He put his hands on the keyboard, his fingers began to fly, and strings of codes rushed out from his fingertips.

He knocked and knocked, his expression was startled, his fingers froze, and he looked at the computer screen in a daze, like a dam closed the valve, the code in the window stopped abruptly, and the blinking cursor didn't seem to know what happened.

This does not seem to be legal.

Do not do illegal things.

Song Ling rubbed his hair violently, turned off the interface, and cursed secretly.

It was the first time that Liangqiu, who was at the desk behind him, saw Song Ling in a mood similar to being out of breath, and his mind immediately regained his balance.

There are still programs in the world that Song Ling can't write.

Liang Qiu: "Great God, what kind of shocking problem stumped you? Let my buddies watch and emulate."

Song Ling: "Law."

"..."

Liangqiu stretched out his long neck and retracted, the thoughts of the Great God, you and other mortals don't deserve to know.

Song Lingna walked out of the office to call the person in charge of Chenxing.com, only to remember that when the agreement was signed, Chenxing.com operated independently and was not controlled by capital.

No matter how this doesn’t work, that doesn’t work either.

He was about to call Zhou Qingluo when he realized that he had missed a text message from Jiao Zuo.

[JZ]: Don't get excited after watching, calm down, don't act alone again, discuss with Qing Luo what to do.

Song Ling was startled, he should discuss it with Qing Luo. Qing Luo said that he was his closest and most trusted person.

Song Ling put away his mobile phone, not in the mood to go to work, so he walked up to Zhao Dayu and said, "I have something to go out this afternoon."

Zhao Dayu didn't come back to his senses, where did this master become so enlightened that he would ask for leave to report to him?

Didn't he always leave as soon as he said, leaving only a handsome back for people to guess.

Before Zhao Dayu had time to agree, Song Ling had already turned around and left with his bag.

Zhao Dayu: "..." Well, I said it anyway, although my attitude is not very distracted, but there is still something.

Liang Qiu leaned over and asked, "Brother Zhao, do you feel that Song Ling has become a little more human?"

Zhao Dayu nodded: "It seems to be."

Liang Qiu: "Yesterday I helped him pick up the things he dropped on the ground, and instead of being cold and indifferent, he politely said thank you to me."

Zhao Dayu: "Geniuses are always difficult to get along with. It's understandable. If you want you to be as awesome and handsome as him, you may be more attractive than him."

Liangqiu pressed in a low voice: "Praise, you can boast, why do you want to hurt me?"

Song Ling left Zhao Dayu's company and first called Zhou Qingluo.

He still didn't know how to talk to Zhou Qingluo, just like Jiao Zuo just now, he talked about it, but he couldn't get to the point.

Zhou Qingluo cooperated with him for a while, and finally couldn't take it anymore, and said bluntly: "After making such a big turn, you want to talk to me about things on the Internet, right?"

"You knew already?"

"It was also two or three days ago."

"I just knew."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a while before asking: "What do you want to do?"

Song Ling snorted coldly: "Me? I want to find out the ID numbers of those monsters, and then ask them to record a small video to apologize to you."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help laughing: "...I'm afraid it won't work."

Song Ling sighed helplessly, "I know it can't be done, but I'm afraid you will be wronged."

"Why am I wronged? The staff of Chenxing.com has already contacted me and said that they will give me a satisfactory explanation. They are already dealing with this matter, and there will be a result in two days. Don't worry."

"Okay, then I'll clarify now."

Song Ling just hung up the phone and was about to leave when someone stopped him, "Mr. Song."

Song Ling looked back, it was Cui Zi.

Cui Zi is the operation consultant of Zhao Dayu's company. The two have met countless times in the company. Since the coffee shop was sold, Cui Zi basically did not talk to him. This is the first time.

Song Ling responded calmly, "Well, what's the matter?"

Cui Zi hesitated to speak several times.

Song Ling glanced at his watch: "If you have something to say, I have something else to do."

Cui Zi: "Mr. Jiang is in a very bad condition recently, suffering from depression and anorexia, and is hospitalized."

Song Ling raised his eyes and looked directly at her, "You want me not to admit to being a ghostwriter first."

The two had worked together for many years, and they developed a tacit understanding. Cui Zi knew that Song Ling would be able to guess her thoughts right away, "Yes, he is a patient now, and he cannot bear such pressure."

Song Ling looked at her for a second, then asked concisely, "Do you like him?"

Cui Zi shook her head, "No, it's gratitude."

"grateful?"

"Yes, when I was in high school, my mother was divorced and laid off, and the cake shop she opened was not doing well. At that time, I swore that I already had some fans. He helped my mother promote the matcha mousse cake. Since then, the shop has been alive. Thanks."

Song Ling felt that it was too much trouble to be a normal person. He used Cui Zi before, but now he would feel sorry.

If it was before, he wouldn't be so contemplative.

But he did not agree to Cui Zi.

Song Ling: "I'm sorry, I can't promise you. In this matter, Qing Luo is the victim, and he has the final say."

On the other side, just as Zhou Qingluo picked up the mouse and started drawing, the phone rang again.

Sitting next to him, Lin Qi was discussing the scene with him, but was interrupted by the phone again.

From Friday afternoon, Zhou Qingluo kept answering calls and text messages.

Lin Qi was speechless, "I didn't expect Song Ling to be so clingy when he was usually cold?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled and walked away: "He has a serious business with me."

"Serious business? SUPER idol's smile is not as sweet as yours now."

Zhou Qingluo ran away with a smile on the phone.

Lin Qi rolled his eyes.

cut.

serious business.

What serious things can there be in a long-distance relationship.

Lin Qi was fed dog food every day, and really wanted to fire Zhou Qingluo immediately, but he liked his talent too much, so he could only endure the sour dog food and continue to pay people.

Zhou Qingluo went outside and picked up the phone, "What's wrong?"

"Cui Zi was looking for me just now."

"What about Jiang Shiyan?"

"Yes, she wants me to stop admitting to the ghostwriting and say that Jiang Shiyan is hospitalized."

"Then what do you think?"

"I want to talk to Jiang Shiyan about this, okay?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled and agreed: "Okay."

Song Ling was a little confused, "Huh? Did you agree so readily?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled lightly: "This is something that the two of you haven't settled yet. You can negotiate to resolve it."

"Aren't you jealous?"

"Didn't you say that nothing happened to you two? Why am I jealous. "

"Too."

"Or you didn't tell me the truth, did something happen between you two that deserves my jealousy?"

Song Ling snorted secretly, he was so smart, why did he always fall into the pit dug by Zhou Qingluo.

Before Song Ling said anything, Zhou Qingluo said again: "Then I can only go back and supervise myself."

Song Ling quickly explained: "You don't need to come back, I have nothing to do with him."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a while, unable to hold back anymore, he burst out laughing.

Song Ling finally realized, "Huh? Are you coming back this weekend?"

"Well, I have an air ticket at [-] o'clock tonight, go back and see my dad, and the editor of Chenxing.com called me to discuss the copyright of "Broken Cocoon"."

Song Ling couldn't help it: "Did you just tease me?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "Okay, go get busy, I'm at work."

"Call my husband, and I'll go."

Zhou Qingluo scolded with a smile: "If you don't pull it down, you'll hang up."

"When you come back, come with me to find Jiang Shiyan."

"Why do you want me to go?"

"I don't have the patience to talk nonsense with him now, I'm afraid I will do it."

"..."

Song Ling kissed the receiver with a chubby face and hung up the phone.

Falling in love makes people's IQ 0, but they are happy.

With Zhou Qingluo's encouragement and trust, Song Ling sat on the bench downstairs in the company and called Jiang Shiyan.

Jiang Shiyan quickly picked it up, but his voice was weak and nervous, "A Ling, you are also here to scold me, right?"

Song Ling said coldly: "Is it convenient to meet up? I have something to discuss with you."

Jiang Shiyan asked vigilantly, "What's the matter?"

"On the Internet."

Jiang Shiyan was very irritable, "I'm in the hospital, if you're here to force me, then you don't need it, I'm a patient now."

Song Ling interrupted him impatiently: "Do you think it is difficult for me to know which hospital you are in?"

Jiang Shiyan was quiet for a moment, and honestly reported the address of the hospital.

Song Ling: "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

Jiang Shiyan at the other end twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled helplessly. Song Ling said that he came to look for him, not to see him.

Why did things turn out like this, why could a gloomy and dark person like Song Ling get out of the quagmire, but he couldn't?

Why can Li Kanghe cure him but not himself?

When Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo arrived at the hospital, there were many fruit shops at the entrance.

During the two days when Zhou Shoulin was hospitalized, people who came to visit him brought fruits. Song Ling looked at his empty hands and went into the store to buy some fruits.

Song Ling walked around, and his eyes fell on the bunches of purple grapes.

The grapes are plump and moist, crystal clear, fresh and delicious.

Song Ling never went to the fruit shop because of it.

Now that he saw the grapes, although he was still a little uncomfortable, he no longer had that fear and suffocation.

After meeting Zhou Qingluo, everything became fine.

He hooked his lips enough, stretched out his hand to pick up a bunch of grapes, and smiled at Zhou Qingluo.

Seeing his triumphant look, Zhou Qingluo gave him a thumbs up very cooperatively, "Amazing."

The boss saw him staring at the grapes for a long time, so he came over enthusiastically and introduced: "Sir, you have good eyesight. These grapes were brought in by air from abroad. They are fresh. They are not local out-of-season fruits. They are not available in this season."

"Help me wrap it into a fruit basket, thank you."

Boss: "Just grapes?"

"Yes, just grapes."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The boss worked very quickly. He packed the grapes in two or three strokes, and hung a red bow on the handle.

Song Ling walked to Jiang Shiyan's ward with a large basket of grapes, Zhou Qingluo said, "Go in by yourself, I'll wait outside."

"why?"

"It's all agreed, you two, you two can solve it by yourself."

Song Ling was aggrieved: "I have nothing to do with him!"

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly, "I mean, he is a patient now, he can still tell the truth when he sees you, but he will definitely not say anything when he sees me."

Jiang Shiyan was lying on the hospital bed on an IV.

Song Ling hadn't seen Jiang Shiyan for a long time. Jiang Shiyan had lost a lot of weight, his face was pale, his eye sockets sunken, his hair was frizzy, he was not energetic, and he looked pitiful.

Song Ling almost didn't recognize him.

On the way here, he also got a general idea of ​​Jiang Shiyan's situation.

Not long ago, Jiang Shiyan went to see a psychiatrist, but the effect was not good. Coupled with the pressure from family, school and the Internet, he was too anxious and suffered from severe anorexia, and now he has to be hospitalized.

Song Ling walked over, pulled a chair and sat beside his hospital bed, watching him silently.

Jiang Shiyan opened his eyes, was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "A Ling, you are here."

Jiang Shiyan weakly struggled to get up from the bed. Song Ling looked at him coldly without reaching out.

Jiang Shiyan blinked and saw a fruit basket of grapes on the head of the bed. Startled, he flung himself up, subconsciously trying to hide the fruit basket. Unexpectedly, his body was out of control, and he fell to the side, and his head was about to touch the corner of the table. Ling Yanji quickly grabbed him.

Jiang Shiyan complained in a low voice: "Don't look at it, you don't know who brought it."

Song Ling: "I brought it."

Jiang Shiyan froze in place, unable to recover for a while, "A Ling, you..."

Song Ling: "Yes, I'm fine."

Jiang Shiyan smiled self-deprecatingly, and leaned against the head of the bed.

He lowered his eyelids and said pitifully: "Li Kanghe is really a good doctor who can cure you, I am useless."

Song Ling was indifferent: "I'm not here to listen to what you said, I'm here to discuss with you about apologizing to the readers."

Hearing this, Jiang Shiyan opened his eyes wide, grabbed his hand in a panic, and begged bitterly: "A Ling, no, this matter will always pass, there will be more popular authors, and I will be killed soon." Forget, these things will be forgotten soon, as long as I don't admit it, things will always be ambiguous, but once I admit it, I will be doomed, you can see that I am like this, there is no way to face it This pressure, let this matter pass, okay? Time will dilute everything."

Song Ling sighed and broke his hand away.

He had walked through the darkness and understood Jiang Shiyan's pain.

But in his heart, nothing is more important than Zhou Qingluo.

Song Ling: "My lover is an original author. Now his pen name is used as your vest. He is bearing the pressure for you. He has a strong heart and he doesn't care about these things, but I can't bear it. Do you understand?"

Jiang Shiyan couldn't listen to a word, "Don't you know? Chenxing.com is using these things to generate traffic for him, and Chenxing.com is praising him!"

Song Ling: "He doesn't need to use these means to become popular, and he doesn't need to be tied up with you to hype."

Seeing his determination, Jiang Shiyan burst into tears and almost collapsed: "A Ling, you can't treat me like this, I will collapse, do you understand? Not everyone is as lucky as you to meet someone so good Zhou Qingluo."

Song Ling thought it was ridiculous, but he never thought that one day, Jiang Shiyan would use the word "lucky" to describe him.

Song Ling took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, "Every day before I met him, you were luckier than me, but you were willing to degenerate, and you have been evading and deceiving for an illusory perfect person, and you don't like medical science. , but in order to become a good boy in the eyes of his parents, he resolutely chose to study medicine, and his color sensitivity was not good, so he chose to cheat. Except for saving me that year, how many times have you followed your heart since then? A few times, do you think you can hide this time? Chenxing.com will clarify in two days."

Jiang Shiyan: "I was forced to do so!"

Song Ling said coldly: "You are cowardly, you don't even have the courage to jump out."

Song Ling stood up and walked out.

To overcome the cowardly and dark self in your heart, you always need to come out bravely, and it doesn't count if others drag you.

So Zhou Qingluo always wanted him to come out and waited for him to take the initiative to step towards him.

Fortunately, he has walked out of the swamp, finally able to live an ordinary life, and to give Qing Luo a healthy and passionate love.

Jiang Shiyan completely collapsed, facing Song Ling's back hysterically: "I would rather never have saved you back then, if you drowned in the swimming pool, that pervert Song Jinyi wouldn't have found me and used me! It's all because of you, an unknown person." Monster! It's all your fault!"

Song Ling turned to look at him.

Jiang Shiyan sat on the bed and broke down crying.

Song Ling: "..."

Jiang Shiyan understood that he had been running away, and when there was no way to escape, he would hide and pretend nothing had happened.

In order to protect Zhou Qingluo this time, Song Ling will not give him another chance to escape, and he has no bargaining chips in his hands. He has no other choice. He still wants Song Ling to be at his mercy like before, and wants to get shares from Song Jinyi .

It's just me being stupid and taking the road further and further away.

Song Ling didn't speak, and was about to open the door when Jiang Shiyan's parents rushed over.

Seeing Jiang Shiyan, who was in tears, and Song Ling, who was indifferent, the two immediately became furious.

Mother Jiang hurried over and hugged Jiang Shiyan tightly, comforting him softly, "Shiyan, don't get excited, don't get excited."

Furious, Father Jiang immediately grabbed Song Ling by the collar: "How do you have any face? If it weren't for you, Shi Yan wouldn't have become like this."

Song Ling pinched Father Jiang's wrist, pulled Father Jiang's hand hard from his neckline, and let go.

Jiang's father was caught off guard and staggered two steps backwards. Jiang's father struggled forward and raised his hand to hit Song Ling, but he was Song Ling's opponent. When Song Ling pinched his wrist and twisted it hard, he immediately grinned in pain. .

Song Ling let go of his hand indifferently, and patted the place Father Jiang had grabbed with disgust, "I hoped that he would fly on a branch to become a phoenix and force him to become a so-called good boy, or did I ask him to come with me just to please Song Jinyi?" Be friends?"

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were speechless.

Jiang Shiyan panted heavily.

Song Ling sneered at Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, "Oh no, I'm not a monster, I'm a normal person, you are monsters, why you monsters can also be parents, you should go to prison like Song Zhaoguang."

Hearing this, Jiang Shiyan finally raised his head and looked at him with trembling shoulders.

Song Ling seemed to see himself back then, desperately reaching out for help.

Song Ling smiled at him, "Qing Luo often said, isn't it good to live well?"

Song Ling walked out of the ward, closed the door, and let out a long breath of relief.

Zhou Qingluo stood outside the door, looked at him with a smile on his face, and took his arm, "Let's go, go home."

Song Ling hugged him, "Qing Luo, I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

"it is good."