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

After Zhou Qingluo became a double, he specially read a few novels about doubles. He didn't remember much of the content, but he did remember a few quotes from the protagonist.

Especially the line "Don't laugh, you don't look like him when you smile, he doesn't like to laugh" is simply the essence of a stand-in novel, the key is that it can also be transformed into the same type.

The transformation he made just now was quite perfect, Song Ling hummed half of the song and stopped abruptly.

According to the normal trend, Song Ling should feel that his self-esteem has been greatly hurt at this time, and he got off the electric car very consciously.

But Song Ling didn't. Sitting in the back was as stable as Mount Tai. Zhou Qingluo had no choice but to throw out his trump card——

collect money.

But Song Ling remained motionless.

Seeing that the red light was about to end, Zhou Qingluo looked back at Song Ling, "The fare is a bit expensive, you should take a taxi."

Song Ling said expressionlessly, "Zhou Qingluo, you only charged 50 yuan last time."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

As expected of Song Ling, Song Ling's brain circuit is really different from others.

Song Ling: "Just give away snail noodles last time, think about it carefully."

"Last time it was a ride, this time it's a special car."

"Then I will go wherever you go, as a ride."

"Sorry, small business, no counter-offering."

Song Ling was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: "Okay, let's go."

"Where?"

"Guess, if you guess right, I'll give you 500 yuan."

Zhou Qingluo understood, Song Ling was teasing him.

Suddenly, a wave of energy sprouted in his heart, as if whoever ended this meaningless conversation first would lose.

Zhou Qingluo took out his mobile phone and turned on the track record, "Success, start playing the watch now, then how can I make money and turn it on."

"you drive."

Zhou Qingluo gritted his teeth, started the electric car, and wandered in the streets and alleys.

He has delivered food for two months, and he knows all the most beautiful places in the city by heart. Since someone has been tricked into paying for a day trip, why not take it as a relaxation and earn money.

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself that a pampered person like Song Ling might be interested in market snacks after eating too many delicacies.

He has opened a CBD, a food city, an old street that has existed for thousands of years, and a university snack street.

Zhou Qingluo turned his head slightly and said to him: "Look carefully at the side of the road, tell me to stop if you want to eat, and you go and eat."

Song Ling: "OK."

As soon as the car started, Song Ling had been looking at the side of the road seriously. He had never had time to look at the street scene. It turned out that the street and the crowd from the 25-yard electric car were not just illusory phantoms, but lively and full of fireworks. breath.

He has never been to these places. It turns out that this city is not as cold as the needles that have been stuck in his blood vessels countless times.

Before he knew it, Zhou Qingluo had been driving for a long time, and he didn't stop until the battery of the electric car was low.

He turned around and asked Song Ling, "I've been to so many places, but I haven't seen what you want to eat?"

Song Ling: "No, go to some more places."

Zhou Qingluo looked up at the sky, and looked at him speechlessly: "The electric car is out of battery, it's going to rain soon, I have to go home later."

Song Ling: "Then go back to your house."

"how about you?"

"I'll go as well."

"???"

Zhou Qingluo really wanted to get into Song Ling's mind, to see why he always said such not-so-smart things despite his seemingly smart little head.

"The rice you brought at noon is delicious. I want to eat it."

"..."

"I'll give you the money."

Zhou Qingluo thought his brain was sunburned, and his own brain was also sunburned.

Seeing that it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Qingluo didn't want to talk to him, so he called Zhou Shoulin: "Dad, don't put the spare ribs left over from lunch today in the refrigerator, and heat them up. Yes, there is someone who wants to eat them. We will eat them in 10 minutes." Later."

Zhou Qingluo hung up the phone, glanced at Song Ling, "It's all leftovers from lunch, I don't want your money, let's go."

Song Ling twitched the corner of his mouth, "You still have time to be generous."

Zhou Qingluo felt that his brain was broken, so he took a rare day off, fought with others, and drove a person who might assassinate him around the streets at noon.

The brain is really rusty.

He said angrily, "Then do you want to eat?"

"eat."

The [-]-square-meter house that Zhou Qingluo lived in was Zhou Shoulin's former unit. On the first floor, there was a small courtyard of [-] square meters.

It was only ten minutes away, and the weather was still not beautiful. When we were 5 minutes away from home, it started to rain heavily.

Zhou Qingluo turned around and asked, "Do you want to put your computer bag in the lunch box?"

"This bag is more waterproof than your lunch box."

"..." If you don't use it, don't use it, why belittle his lunch box, "Pull it down."

While Zhou Qingluo was complaining, the rain that was pattering on the brim of his hat suddenly became lighter. He took the time to raise his eyes, and Song Ling was holding his computer bag, blocking it on top of his head.

Zhou Qingluo was stunned for a moment, wondering if it was an illusion, but Song Ling was actually a little considerate at this moment.

Could it be that his stand-in identity has officially started?

Song Ling is ready to take what they need, and the two of them are going to live a life of being each other's stand-in.

Zhou Qingluo was thinking wildly, when Song Ling said slowly, "It's really waterproof."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." He seemed to have found the reason why Bai Yueguang left Song Ling, probably because of his stinky mouth.

Zhou Qingluo Teng touched the leather bag covering his head and asked, "The material is good, how much is it?"

"..."

Zhou Qingluo's white T-shirt was already soaked, and it was tightly attached to his body. Song Ling looked at his protruding spine, pulled the corners of his mouth, and thought that something was wrong, why would he use his computer bag to say a few words to this Those who never leave money keep out the rain.

Maybe it's because sunflowers were born facing the sun, and I can't bear to let it be destroyed by wind and rain.

As soon as the two entered the house, the rain stopped.

Zhou Shoulin looked at the drenched two people, and quickly took out a towel and put it on their heads, "Wipe it off quickly."

Song Ling's eyes darkened, the towel was fluffy and soft, and there was still heat from the sun.

Song Ling wiped it mechanically.

Zhou Shoulin: "Qing Luo is true, she won't hide when it rains, and drench my friend like this."

Song Ling paused when he heard the word 'friend', then continued to brush his hair as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Qingluo raised his chin towards the bathroom, "Go take a shower first."

Zhou Shoulin: "Yes, you go to wash first, and Qing Luo will send you clothes later."

Zhou Qingluo: "Wear mine?"

Zhou Shoulin: "Otherwise?"

Song Ling glanced at Zhou Qingluo, then turned and walked to the bathroom.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Zhou Qing Luosheng stared at Song Ling's back unrequitedly, and complained in a low voice: "Dad, why are you being so nice to him?"

Zhou Qingluo was not very popular from childhood to adulthood. He said several times that he went out to eat with friends and got drunk, but no one took him back. The bar manager called him to pick him up. When he arrived, the building was already empty.

Zhou Shoulin pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's the first time you bring friends home. In life, there are many friends and many paths."

Zhou Qingluo: "First time?"

Is it such a coincidence?

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes towards the air, thinking that he could have delivered Zhou Qingmu's meal and painted on the bed, but instead he walked a few streets under the scorching sun, and it was fine if he was drenched, and now he had to sacrifice a newly bought new underwear, he doesn't know where the road is.

Zhou Shoulin: "By the way, what's your friend's name?"

"My surname is Song, just Xiao Song."

Zhou Shoulin: "...is there anyone who introduces someone like you?"

The people in the bathroom finished their showers and came out wearing slightly shorter clothes.

He glanced at Zhou Qingluo indifferently, and said to Zhou Shoulin, "Hi, my name is Song Ling."

Zhou Shoulin: "Oh oh oh, which Ling?"

Song Ling: "Ling with high ambitions."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." He was still ambitious.

Zhou Shoulin said cheerfully, "Okay, then Xiao Song, come and eat."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Looking at a table of meals, Zhou Qingluo truly felt Zhou Shoulin's devout belief in the phrase 'many friends, many paths'.

Zhou Qingluo was thinking about how to tell his father that Zhou Qingmu's colleague wanted to order food.

Zhou Qingmu mentioned it before, but Zhou Shoulin did not agree.

Zhou Shoulin was laid off in middle age, which made him too conservative and introverted, and he lost confidence over time. When Zhou Qingluo praised him, he thought he was saying good things to please him.

I have to sell my labor force and do some exhausting work to feel at ease.

I feel better these days, and I want to deliver food again.

Zhou Qingluosi couldn't find a breakthrough after much deliberation, so he said directly: "Dad, today my sister's colleague said that the food you cook is delicious, and I want to order it from you at noon."

Zhou Shoulin waved his hands again and again: "How can I ask for money for this craft? If any of my colleagues in Qingmu want to eat, tell me, I will do more."

After he finished speaking, he immediately greeted Song Ling warmly, "Xiao Song, eat slowly and eat more, I'll go out and buy some fruit."

Once Zhou Shoulin left, there were only two people left in the small restaurant.

Zhou Qingluo looked at his father's back and heaved a long sigh.

Song Ling was wearing Zhou Qingluo's white round neck T, frowning and looking at himself.

The T-shirt is a bit short, the clothes are whitish after washing, and there is a smell of washing powder. Although it is old, it is very clean, and there is a small hole under the hem.

It seemed that Zhou Qingluo took out the oldest suit and gave it to him.

Song Ling had never worn such shabby clothes.

Song Ling pointed at the hole: "Zhou Qingluo, the clothes are too torn."

Zhou Qingluo snorted, "You're consuming a pair of my new underwear, and I haven't settled the money with you yet, I'm still picking."

"..."