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The dean's voice was very soft, but Zhou Qingluo heard it clearly.

The dean's name is Song Ling Xiaoman.

Zhou Qingluo's ability to empathize is too strong, he is a little sad now, he wants to help the poor Xiaoman, but at the same time he is a little dumbfounded, after all, Xiaoman when he grows up is no longer the Xiaoman of the past, but the big devil Song Ling.

It would be great if he was dressed as an ordinary person when he crossed over, not to mention Xiaoman's relatives and friends, even if he was dressed as Lou Yang, or even Zhao Cheng, things would be much easier, and he would not hesitate to reach out to Song Ling. help.

But it happened to be someone who had emotional entanglements with him.

It is another game of emotion and reason.

Zhou Qingluo was debating whether to go forward or turn around to say hello to him. After all, he hadn't taken off his overalls and hat yet, and his body was covered in paint. Song Ling shouldn't be able to recognize him.

He couldn't connect Song Ling and Xiao Man, especially since he knew what earth-shattering things Song Ling would do in the future.

But Song Ling is afraid of the dark, afraid of grapes, and takes revenge on those who hurt him as if he is going to die together. It seems that he has been living in the shadows, and Xiaoman's image keeps overlapping with Song Ling.

A lot of information flooded into Zhou Qingluo's mind. What the director of the orphanage said, and what Song Ling and his father said on the rooftop were stirring in his mind, but the idea was ready to come out.

The Song family took Song Ling back from the orphanage because of Song Ling's blood and organs, not as their own children.

He tried to save his life, but didn't take good care of it, and kept torturing his spiritual world, that's why he went crazy to this point.

So in the original book, Song Ling first killed his father and brother, destroyed the Baomu Group, and then attempted to destroy the world, committing suicide.

Damn these people!

But the current Song Ling is not such a person at all, he hasn't done anything bad, and he is even very kind.

Until now, Song Ling's life has not been wrong, but those who dragged him to hell are wrong.

Zhou Qingluo didn't take a step to escape, but turned around.

Song Ling stood a few steps away from him and looked at him.

When the four eyes met, Zhou Qingluo couldn't help feeling sore.

He couldn't help but think eccentrically, no matter what extreme and crazy things this person in front of him does in the future, he can be forgiven.

Song Ling spoke first, "Zhou Qingluo, if you don't run away, you won't have a chance."

Zhou Qingluo was startled, looked away and smiled, it turned out that he knew all along that he couldn't avoid him.

Zhou Qingluo looked at him again, "Don't run away."

In the game between reason and emotion, emotion won. I saw Song Ling smiling, and his lifeless eyes were brightened. Zhou Qingluo knew that he made the right choice.

Song Ling let out a sigh of relief, how lucky he is to monopolize the sun and the light of the whole world.

He actually began to be nostalgic for this world, and wanted to stretch out his hands to feel its warmth.

For the first time, he felt that it was good to be alive.

Song Ling walked to Zhou Qingluo's side and reached out to take off his hat. Zhou Qingluo scratched subconsciously and grabbed the hat with one hand.

"What are you doing taking off my hat, it's covered in dust."

Song Ling glanced at Zhou Qingluo.

His hair was flattened by the hat, and a few unruly hairs were sticking up. His body was stained with colorful paint, and his face was also stained. The whole person was dirty, but it seemed to be glowing. In the dark and gloomy night, because he unexpectedly Bright and gentle.

Song Ling smiled, and returned the hat to him in a good-tempered manner, "Isn't it hot with the hat on?"

Zhou Qingluo took the hat back, neither wearing it nor not wearing it, so he had to brush his hair.

He didn't know why Song Ling had to take off the nice hat and do something.

The dean smiled and said, "I didn't expect you two to know each other quite well."

Song Ling: "Oh, the coffee shop employees have performed outstandingly during the internship period, and always keep the company's turnover in mind."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Didn't he just ask him if he has any friends who like to drink coffee, and if so, recommend him to the coffee shop to become a member? As for remembering it for so long.

The dean laughed and said, "He is the painter Zhao Cheng found. Coincidentally, he is the same person you mentioned. It seems that this painting must be drawn by him."

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that the painting Song Ling asked him to draw was actually the same one that Zhao Cheng was talking about.

Zhou Qingluo thought about the dean's words, and felt something was wrong, and he figured it out after thinking about it carefully.

"No, Dean, you haven't seen me before, how do you know that Song Ling also asked me to draw?"

Zhou Qingluo, who discovered the bug, sent a question from the depths of his soul.

Also, why didn't she let him tell Xiaoman about the vaccination beforehand?

Zhou Qingluo looked at the dean. The dean's eyes seemed to be dusty, and he blinked non-stop, but he couldn't say a word.

Song Ling's expression was also unprecedentedly subtle, but it was fleeting.

He clasped Zhou Qingluo's head, and suppressed those flying hairs angrily, "Zhou Qingluo, are you in a daze?"

Zhou Qingluo was stunned: "?"

Talk well, talk well, what's the matter with stroking his hair all the time?

Song Ling: "Before you bring someone in, you need to provide the dean with your name and go through the process."

The dean nodded quickly: "Yes! Those who need to report don't come in casually."

Zhou Qingluo was skeptical: "Really, I thought the contact was made, and it would be fine to press the ID card at the guard."

The dean was startled for a moment, then shook his head firmly, "No, there is a process."

Song Ling: "You're really good. I've prepared all the reports, but if I don't come, I'll make the dean busy for nothing."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Was it his fault?

The dean wiped off his sweat: "It's not in vain, he's the one who came all the time, saving Zhao Cheng from having to go through the process again."

Zhou Qingluo didn't think about it any further: "That's it."

Song Ling and the dean looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Delicate vibes always need someone to save them.

At this time, Lou Yang, Zhao Cheng and Li Lu came over with a group of children talking and laughing.

As soon as the children saw Song Ling, they immediately swarmed up and shouted to Brother Song Ling very kindly.

The three of Lou Yang didn't expect Song Ling to be here, and said in unison, "Mr. Song? Why are you here?"

Lou Yang spoke the fastest, and didn't hold back the next words, "Are you here to find Qing Luo?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Cheng and Li Lu coughed one after another.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Fortunately, there were many children there, chattering, and the atmosphere was not so awkward.

Song Ling returned to his usual aloof look, and replied without emotion, "Yes."

Zhou Qingluo quickly explained: "No, the dean invited him to celebrate his birthday. Today is his birthday."

After finishing speaking, I still didn't forget to give Bai Songling a look.

Some people are really serious for only three seconds.

Poor but three seconds.

Song Ling: "No contradiction."

Zhou Qingluo: "...shut up, you."

Song Ling is here, and several of them are about to suffer from occupational diseases, but now they have the sense of sight of a branch of a coffee shop.

The dean smiled and pointed to the painting that Zhou Qingluo had just painted, and asked Song Ling: "How is it? Do you like it?"

Song Ling looked at the painting carefully, the colors were bright, the cartoon images were vivid, and the large sea of ​​sunflowers would glow, as if to rival the moonlight.

Song Ling withdrew his eyes, looked at Zhou Qingluo, and answered the dean's words: "I like it. Qingluo's product must be a high-quality product."

At this time, a staff member came up with a small cart, and there was a big three-layer cake on the cart.

When the child saw the cake, he immediately surrounded it again.

Dean: "Come on, children, shall we celebrate brother Song Ling's birthday?"

"it is good!"

The dean distributed candles to the children, and the children rushed to put candles on the cake. In the midst of the fuss, the dean handed the birthday hat to Zhou Qingluo, seemingly unintentionally, "You put a hat on the birthday boy."

Zhou Qingluo: "Isn't it suitable?" He just wears it himself.

Dean: "You are the only one among us who prepares a gift, and you should wear it for him."

Zhou Qingluo spread his hands: "I didn't prepare a gift."

Dean: "That painting is a gift."

Zhou Qingluo saw that the painting he had worked overtime for two days was actually a birthday present for Song Ling, and the guilt he felt for what he had said to Song Ling eased a little.

Since it is a gift, of course I have to ask the birthday star if he likes it.

Zhou Qingluo asked with a smile: "Then what do you think of the painting?"

Song Ling replied: "Very good."

After being affirmed, Zhou Qingluo smiled with satisfaction, Song Ling glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Zhou Qingluo took the birthday hat, and whispered, "Is there still such a rule for celebrating birthdays?"

The dean nodded firmly: "This is how our orphanage works."

Zhou Qingluo was not pretentious, and quickly unpacked the birthday hat.

All right, do as the Romans do.

"Come on, Mr. Shou Xing."

Song Ling bent down, moved closer to him, and looked into his eyes.

Today is the full moon, the moonlight is pure and gentle, like smiling eyes.

Zhou Qingluo didn't look at him, but focused on helping him put on the hat.

Blinking his eyes inadvertently, he met Song Ling's gaze.

Muddy eyes.

He subconsciously rubbed his face, just in time to rub the paint sticking to his face, and the paint smeared on his face as he swiped it with his fingers.

"What do you see me doing?"

Song Ling said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Look at the stars."

Zhou Qingluo frowned, rolled his eyes upwards, and glanced at the sky, "The stars are in the sky."

Song Ling said with a faint smile, "You have it in your eyes too."

"..." There is your uncle!Can you be more earthy?

After Zhou Qingluo glanced at him with crazy eyes, he took a tactical step back.

The body retreated, but the head could not retreat.

Because the top of the head was clasped by someone's big palm and rubbed vigorously.

A man who is 1.8 meters in length is being masturbated like a dog by another man.

It's too fierce.

Zhou Qingluo tilted his head, but some people seemed to be carrying a basketball and preparing to attack, and held his head firmly.

Zhou Qingluo resigned to his fate, let him be a monster, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't slap me at every turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hands clasped on his head stopped, and then some people's joking and low voices came from next to his ears.

"Qing Luo, what did you just say? Lu, you?"

The warm breath made his ears tingle.

At first Zhou Qingluo didn't think anything wrong, but seeing Song Ling's meaningful expression, his thoughts gradually turned yellow.

He grabbed his wrist angrily and shook it away, and quickly brushed his hair twice, "Are you the only one who gave you a gift in the audience?"

"I do think so."

"..." You are thinking about farts.

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to waste words with him, so he stood far away.

He really wanted to hit Song Ling on the ground, and then growl at him——

You are so miserable!

Not qualified to be so yellow!

You should be weak, helpless and pitiful, you know that!

Are you worthy of the three lines of tears I shed for you in my heart just now!

Everyone present saw it, after all, everyone was quiet for a moment.

But it seems that I didn't see it, after all, everyone was busy with their own things in an instant.

The candles had already been inserted, and no one was ashamed to interrupt the two who were fighting.

For the sake of his birthday today, Zhou Qingluo didn't care about him.

The dean came over and said to them: "The candles are lit, come quickly."

Zhou Qingluo wanted to escape from Song Ling's clutches, but Song Ling stretched out his long arm and put it directly on his shoulder.

Zhao Cheng and Li Lu have already started coughing crazily, their eyes flickering, pretending that they are brothers and have a good relationship.

Zhou Qingluo whispered: "Relax, I'm dirty."

"I don't dislike it."

"release."

"Hey, Zhou Qingluo, today is my birthday, and you are still so fierce."

"..." Okay, some people will always use chicken feathers as arrows.

Zhou Qingluo followed him in his arms, and insisted on listening to the birthday song with him, and even made a wish with him, and blew out the candles.

Song Ling never believed in wishing, and he never had a wish.

It's just that some people around him smiled and urged him to make a wish quickly, "Make a wish quickly."

"Oh, yes."

Zhou Qingluo smiled. There is no one in the world who opens his eyes and makes a dull expression on his birthday wish, "Tsk, to make a wish, you need to close your eyes, like this, and then think of a wish in your mind."

Song Ling raised the corners of his mouth and followed his example, closing his eyes and pretending to make a wish.

As soon as the wish was finished, Zhou Qingluo immediately leaned over curiously and asked in a low voice, "What wish did you make?"

Just as he was about to say no, Zhou Qingluo shook his head immediately, "I can't say it, it won't work if I say it."

Song Ling raised the corner of his mouth, regretting that he didn't make a wish about Zhou Qingluo just now.

After blowing out the candles, the dean's mother waved her hand. Although the children were so greedy staring at the cake, they still held back their saliva and stood in a row, shouting neatly and childishly: "Let's sing a song for Song Ling!" ——"Planting the Sun"."

/I have a beautiful wish/

/When you grow up, you can sow the sun/

……

Although the program arranged by the dean was a bit deliberate, the child's pure and immature voice was particularly sincere and simple, and it did not seem abrupt or embarrassing.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help humming along.

/One to Antarctica/

/One for the Arctic Ocean/

……

If one person hums along, someone else will follow and clap. What was originally a chorus of children has become a big chorus.

Lou Yang is the best at creating the atmosphere, everyone clasped their hands together, swaying to and fro with the sound of music like a primary school chorus, funny and sincere.

Song Ling blinked slightly.

The wall painting is not yet dry, and there is still a little smell of paint. Under the sea of ​​vivid sunflowers, everyone looks at him with smiles.

He has always sneered at the beautiful reunion scenes in TV dramas, so he was at a loss when he experienced it himself. After all, all this is unexpectedly beautiful now.

He also has the opportunity to feel all this, and he can too.

/by that time/

/every corner of the world/

/will become warm and bright/

The dean looked at Song Ling and smiled gratifiedly. Although he was still indifferent as usual, there was light in his eyes.

She was also worried that this program would embarrass Song Ling too deliberately. She didn't expect that she invited not only a painter, but the entire atmosphere group.

She thought to herself, this should be Xiaoman's happiest birthday ever.

Song Ling turned his head to look at the person who was singing softly, unconsciously tightened the hands on his shoulders, and pulled him into his arms.

Infected by the atmosphere, Zhou Qingluo turned his head and said to Song Ling with a smile, "Happy birthday."

Song Ling responded lightly, "Yes."

Song Ling looked at the serious singer, his eyes were smiling, and his eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly that was resting on a flower.

I really want to know, if Zhou Qingluo's eyelashes are so long when kissing, will they rub against his face.

Really want to know.

After the birthday, it was already 09:30 in the evening. The children in the orphanage were about to go to bed. The director sent them to the door and went back to take care of the children.

Lou Yang, Zhao Cheng, and Li Lu left first knowingly, and only Song Ling and Zhou Qingluo were left on the empty street.

Through the glass windows of the shops on the street, Zhou Qingluo could see clearly how sloppy he was at this moment.

Her body was covered in paint and her hair was messed up, while Song Ling was clean and fresh, with a good-looking talent, the most important thing was that she was half a head taller than him!

Song Ling put his hand on Zhou Qingluo's shoulder, and pointed to the shadows of the two in the glass, "What do we look like?"

"..." It's really a perfect way to bury people.

Zhou Qingluo pointed to himself, and then to Song Ling, "The light of the righteous way and the ghosts and monsters."

Song Ling tightened his arms, pulled him into his arms, lowered his head and leaned into his ear and said, "Wrong, it's the king and his little beggar."

Zhou Qingluo's ears are sensitive, and when he did this, his ears were itchy.

He rubbed his ears irritably, "You are a fucking beggar!"

"Okay, I'm a beggar, you're a king."

Zhou Qingluo pointed at himself angrily, and then pointed at Song Ling, "What's yours, mine, his's, don't get it wrong, I, the light of the righteous way, and you, the demon."

Song Ling simply rested his chin on Zhou Qingluo's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Well, little brother killed me."

Zhou Qingluo was amused by him, "What the hell, don't be so fucking gross, walk well, don't hug me."

"Who hugged you? My leg hurts and I need your help."

Seeing his serious nonsense, Zhou Qingluo sneered: "Which leg of yours hurts?"

"Article [-]."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo froze, and immediately felt shameless. He couldn't understand how there could be such a brazen person in the world.

So brazen, why do you still hate the world?

Zhou Qingluo broke free angrily, "Go away."

After speaking, stride forward.

Song Ling followed behind with a limp, "Hey, don't be angry, it really hurts my leg, I fell when I went downstairs just now."

"You fart, you were obviously fine just now."

"I just didn't want the dean to worry about me."

The footsteps of the person who was rushing forward stopped.

Song Ling immediately took a deep breath, "Hiss, it's okay if you don't say anything, it really hurts right now."

Zhou Qingluo turned around, doubtful, "Really?"

Song Ling put on a frail and strong look, and waved at him, "You don't need to help me, I can do it myself."

Zhou Qingluo believed it was true, so he didn't leave. When he came back, he obediently used him as a living crutch, even walking carefully.

The weak man managed to smile, glanced at the straight body, and supported his little crutch with a little force.

The little crutch is so easy to deceive, he will send anyone who dares to deceive him in the future to hell.

"Zhou Qingluo, you smell pretty good."

"Shut up and save your energy for the legs that need it."

The little cane is very beautiful, and there is a small red mole at the end of the eye, which happens to be in the most attractive position.

When he was doing things seriously, his mouth was slightly opened, his eyes subconsciously blinked slightly, and his eyelashes trembled accordingly, so cute that it was ridiculous.

Mingming has a charming face, but is easily shy, and really wants to bully him, seeing how he is full of charm but flushed with embarrassment.

It is said that people can feel the gaze of another person. Zhou Qingluo blinked and saw Song Ling looking at him with a smile on his face.

Zhou Qingluo frowned, "Don't look at me like that, like a..." Hooligan.

Zhou Qingluo didn't have the nerve to go on, and replaced the words with a look of disgust.

Some people were shameless and took the opportunity to pinch his cheek, "What do you look like? A hooligan? A beast? Or a pervert?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." As long as some people want to show some face, their relationship will be much more harmonious, but they are quite self-aware.

A noodle shop not far away was still lit. Zhou Qingluo pointed to the noodle shop and said, "Let's go and eat a bowl of noodles."

"why?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly, "I have to make wishes and eat noodles on my birthday, which means a long life."

Song Ling smiled. Most of the children in the orphanage are abandoned babies. No one knows their birthdays, so naturally no one celebrates their birthdays.

After coming to Song's house, Song Zhaoguang said that he was reincarnated from a ghost, and that he was born on the most yin day of the year, which is an unlucky thing.

Even Zhou Qingluo thought that the fifteenth day of July was a day when ghosts and ghosts would come and go, which was unlucky.

He knew that Zhou Qingluo was unintentional, but he still couldn't help being sad.

Zhou Qingluo: "I didn't know that today is your birthday. I said that day that July [-]th is an unlucky day. It's nonsense. Don't take it to heart."

Song Ling sighed, "I took it to heart."

"Why don't you just tell me that your birthday is July [-]th?"

"You keep saying you don't have time, what do I say?"

"..." But you can look forward and backward like this whenever you say dirty words.

Some people said it so wronged, Zhou Qingluo pursed her lips, knowing that she was wronged first, and seeing that today was his birthday, Zhou Qingluo didn't care about him, "Then why don't you take it to heart?"

"Promise yourself."

"..."

"Tsk, birthday wishes don't work."

Zhou Qingluo gave him a blank look, thinking that someone who is so cool in front of others is such an idiot in front of him.

Zhou Qingluo ignored his indecency, and explained seriously: "Actually, July [-]th is not entirely a ghost festival. In some places, July [-]th is celebrated, but here we celebrate July [-]th."

"Obviously it's July [-]th."

"From this year onwards, my Ghost Festival will be July [-]th."

Song Ling deliberately teased him, pretending to be reticent.

"It's really not possible, you will celebrate your birthday in the Gregorian calendar in the future."

Song Ling suppressed a smile: "Okay, I'll trust you for now, but you have to sing "Planting the Sun" to me again."

"..." This is so fucking stupid, no children can sing this song.

"Change another song? "Men Cry, Cry, It's Not a Sin""

"Then "You Will Marry Me Tomorrow"."

"...or "Planting the Sun"."

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to continue this topic, and if he continued, Song Ling might let him sing Shibamo.

But birthday is the biggest, Zhou Qingluo cleared his throat and began to sing.

/I have a beautiful wish/

/When you grow up, you can sow the sun/

……

Zhou Qingluo knew that no matter whether the person in front of him was the tortured Xiao Man, or Song Ling who would destroy the world in the future, his blessing at this time was sincere.

He hoped that there would really be a sun planted in Song Ling's hazy world, so that he would be born facing the sun from now on.