this king; that king

Ye Song still couldn't get rid of the strong discomfort.

The king didn't seem to notice anything, and he didn't want to care about anything, but it was this attitude of doing everything silently and having nothing to do with himself that made him puzzled.

No matter how he looks at Ting Lan and how awkward he is now, he can clearly feel that when he faced her before, the mist of absolute favor in front of him began to dissipate inexplicably.

Of course the king is not a gentle person, at least not compared to Ting Lan, but now his mind is full of the way the king puts on the scarf, shows off his clothes, and smiles at him while holding a light bulb... Forgot how unfriendly the king turned out to be to him.

Moreover, in this situation, he decided not to confess his love to Ting Lan until he figured out what kind of person Ting Lan really is.

Divination!By the way, just look at what might happen to Ting Lan in the future, and you can know whether she really treats herself well.

As for the king, he didn't want to tell other people about it for the time being. Maybe the king didn't think there was anything wrong with her. After all, the king didn't seem to have contact with outsiders for a long time.

He looked at Ting Lan, Ting Lan was sleeping in the car, a small strand of beautiful hair hung on her chest, shining like a bird's soft feathers under the mild sunlight, making her skin translucent no time.

When Ye Song saw this scene before, at least he would swallow his saliva and blush, but now he just wonders if she has some strange purpose.

And looking back, he felt that everything he had met her in the past month or so seemed to be unimportant, and he even felt that he didn't like her that much, and his heart was always blocked, as if he was pretending to be something else.

He felt that he was really strange, or should he be a playboy?Change your mind?

But what's the difference?Ting Lan was obviously the only one, and she had no destination if she wanted to move.

Forget it, Ye Song thought, just get some sleep, maybe it's because he was tired during this time.

I finally arrived at a big city, which looked like a capital city. The lights of thousands of houses corresponded to the flowing clouds. It seemed that due to the proximity to the northern border, the withered and yellow leaves were more obvious, like jasper inlaid with gold, and seemed to be burning in the afternoon sunset.

Ting Lan went back to her room, saying she was sleepy and she wanted to go to bed early.

Ye Song originally thought that the king would fall asleep when he arrived at the hotel. Unexpectedly, after enjoying the real hot bath, he seriously changed into clean college-style clothes, put on standard light red lip-biting makeup, and picked up his bag , I ran out to visit the night market in a hurry.

"Ah Jin is really... the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change..." Ye Song sighed.

"There is such a kind of people in this world. For them, sleeping is far less effective than going shopping to relieve fatigue." The light bulb shook his head, "It seems that I have to follow, lest His Majesty run around and get lost. gone."

"Ah... I'll go with him. After I change my clothes, can you send it to me, please?" Ye Song asked.

"Wow, that's really appreciated," Bulb agreed immediately, "I'm tired too."

Although not as prosperous as the capital city, the night market in this city is still worth visiting, and it seems reasonable to call it a shopping mall.Sometimes the master and apprentice stood side by side, sometimes one behind the other. At first, neither of them spoke.

Ye Song was thinking about how to ask the king about sewing clothes, but the king was shy for some reason, and couldn't let it go for a walk.

Finally the king said, "Can you say something?"

"say what?"

"We're shopping! Say what you want when you're shopping!"

"No... I've never been out shopping with my partner, so I don't know much about it..." Ye Song scratched his head, "Ah, I'm not saying you're my date, I'm just making an example, anyway..."

"Okay, okay, I didn't think wrong, and I don't need to clarify. There are many things, and the happiest thing is not to know."

The king actually meant that he liked Ye Song, but Ye Song thought that the king was implying that he should not care who sewed the clothes, so he nodded dully, still not quite understanding.

"Oh, fool, let's go, go to eat supper!" The king saw the aura of "I don't belong to the mall" exuding from his whole body, pulled him up, and rushed to the small shop selling milk tea and takoyaki.

"Two orders of takoyaki! Big ones! And a cup of gray milk cap, big ones!" The king skillfully placed the change on the counter.

"Ah... I don't want it anymore, it cost you so much money..." Ye Song still had something in his mind, and his speech was slurred.

"But I bought everything. If you don't want it, I'll throw it away?" the king raised his head and said like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Hey...don't don't, I'll eat!" Ye Song was not polite, he just poked one into his mouth, the king let out a snort, looked at him and smiled with his mouth crooked.

"Hey, I haven't bought anything for you yet." The king looked at the menu, "What do you want to drink?"

"Just drink this." After eating, Ye Song suddenly felt relaxed physically and mentally.

The king nodded: "Boss!"

"No need," Ye Song interrupted him, the king turned his head and was surprised to find that Ye Song had swallowed his used straw and took a big gulp, "Well, not bad."

"Hey, is it dirty or not? Do you want to kiss me!" The king's face turned red from bottom to top. Fortunately, the store's lighting was warm, so it couldn't be seen.

"Not dirty," Ye Song said nonchalantly, grinning, "I'm not your apprentice! As the saying goes, if you eat someone's saliva, you have to listen to him. Well, now I'll listen to you!"

"It's not big or small," the king pushed the glass of drink to him, "fuck you, I won't drink it, I'll give it to you, I don't want to listen to you."

Seeing the king excitedly continue to walk around, Ye Song finally noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with what he had just done, but he discovered it so late.

When we went for a walk with Ting Lan, Ting Lan always took him with him. She said that she would buy this and that. It looked really cute, but he would not have the urge to snatch her drink.

Compared with just now, he treats Ting Lan like a passerby, not a crush.

Ting Lan's hair floated to him in the evening wind, and he smelled the fragrance when the tips of the hair hooked his cheeks a little bit. He felt that Ting Lan was really a heart-warming beauty.

But when the king's long hair swayed gently with his steps, he also felt very strange without even touching him, like... just felt... wanting to take the initiative to use his hands to smooth it well, well He picked up a wisp to explore what kind of breath it was.

When facing Ting Lan, what he hopes is that Ting Lan has a good impression of him.But facing the king, he hopes to see his Ah Jin live so happily forever, like living in a shopping mall every day, but this wish makes him so sad, because...

He was afraid that Ah Jin would be without him in his happiest future.

What exactly is this?Is it concerned?Do you care?Is it friendship?

"What are you doing! Let's go! That's why I don't bother to take people like you out. When you go shopping, you are like a broken tree. You are still standing here outside, and you don't know who has dug out your heart inside. Why don't you Go apply for a costume competition, you look like a zombie." The king said with a smile while talking mercilessly, and stuffed a small box that he didn't know when he brought it out into his arms.

"This is……?"

"Birthday gift!" the king said, "Why, you can only give it later, and I am not allowed to give it in advance? I secretly prepared it for a long time, and I don't want to owe you a scarf."

"Then... what did you give me? Can you open it?"

"Go! Anyway, it's yours now."

With a little expectation, Ye Song opened the box.

It was also a scarf, with fluffy balls hanging from the light beige yarn at the end, it was like a kitten, lying softly on Ye Song's hand.

"Looking good!" Ye Song was inexplicably surprised.

"That's right, I've been knitting for a long time!"

"You...weaved it?"

The king's face was a little hot, and he rubbed his fingers involuntarily: "No... just... I think you gave me a scarf, and I would give you one, but you still helped me so much... Anyway, you That scarf is definitely not just a scarf...that's not to say...hey, anyway! This scarf contains my great spirit of hard work, and I don't insist on you accepting it...but you have to take it if you don't want it !"

"Hmm...?" Ye Song was a little puzzled when he heard this series of explanations, but he liked this scarf quite a bit, so of course he was willing to accept it.Ye Song stretched out his hand and patted the king's head: "I didn't say I don't want it, I'm not so cruel after all your hard work. Let's go, don't you want to go shopping?"

"Hmm... um." The king was calm on the surface, but in fact his heart was already too sweet. He took a peek at Ye Song, admiring that he hadn't picked the wrong color. Ye Song's clean looks really suited him well. .

It's a pity that I have such a face, no matter how beautiful the clothes are, it looks like an old hat.

The king suddenly discovered something.

He is used to Ye Song living with him every day, and now thinking of Ye Song when he first arrived in the castle, he can't help but sigh that he was so stupid at that time. Ye Song has been together for many, many years.

He remembered that the light bulb said to him that liking is not about ignoring the other person's shortcomings, but getting used to the other person's shortcomings.So he doesn't really like Ye Song, does he?

But tonight, he wanted to put aside all doubts and play with his heart.

"Hey, look, here are all clothes sellers!" The king immediately dragged Ye Song into a shop.

The spotlights in the store are like the horns of heaven, sending the most beautiful things to the world. The coats and long clothes of all kinds in the store are neatly arranged, and the king is like a child entering a playground, jumping to the cabinet on the left after a while He took off a coat and tried it on, and went to the shelf on the right to pick up beautiful embroidered silk scarves and necklaces. His eyes had never been so clear and clean, and the water was like ripples on the surface of a lake.

Naturally, the king didn't let Ye Song be idle, he kept gesturing at him with a fluorescent green shirt, and laughed while looking at Ye Song's disgusted eyes.There was a beige plaid jacket, which the king liked very much, but he had no choice but to put it on and look fat, so he had a flash of inspiration and asked Ye Song to wear it for him to see.Ye Song put it on awkwardly, and before he looked in the mirror, the king immediately began to show off his vision. Ye Song's well-proportioned figure and suitable height are simply works of art. Without saying a word, he immediately took out money to buy Ye Song down.

Ye Song smiled wryly, and didn't know what the king was doing here. He said he wanted to buy dozens of bags of clothes to go home, but he only picked out good-looking clothes for him, and he hadn't asked him to pay a penny. .

Ye Song thought to himself, this is just like an old married couple.But he was too embarrassed to say that he was afraid of being ridiculed by the king.

But Ye Song was really wrong to think so, the king had no time to complain about him.For the next hour or so, he followed the king to all the shops in the night market. The king was not relentless when he grabbed the special price, and soon he was reduced to the one who carried three or four boxes of face powder, large bottles of cream and seven or eight sets. Clothes coolie.

Seeing that Ye Song was working so hard, the king simply took three or four hats out of the bag, stacked them together and put them on his head. He also brought several new bags on his body.

"Phew - I haven't had such a good shopping in a long time! Astrologers say that people like me don't like to spend money, I'll fuck him! Money is a fart in front of clothes and food!" The king looked at the sweaty man. With the spoils in his hand, Ye Song was so happy that the corners of his mouth almost twitched.

"Hey... If anyone marries you in the future, you will definitely be a donkey pulling a cart." Ye Song shook his head.

It was originally a joke, but the air became inexplicably quiet. The king paused for a while, then nodded and said, "Really."

Ye Song didn't know what he said. He knew that the king didn't want to marry, but there was nothing wrong with it. It was just a joke, and he had said anything even worse.

marry...?

The king shook his head, laughing at himself for being stupid.

Back at the hotel, the king casually put the things he bought on the suitcase, and said goodnight to Ye Song with a smile.

The king watched Ye Song and Morris enter another guest room, and his smile disappeared immediately like a broken string. He turned his head and ordered to the light bulb: "Go, find someone to secretly monitor the whereabouts of those three people, and look at them." Let's see what they want to do, if necessary, they can be killed, but Ting Lan can't let Ting Lan discover the abnormality."

"Yes."

"Recall the army. I have a hunch that the world will become less and less peaceful. Be ready to send Ye Song back to the Eastern Kingdom at any time."

"……Yes."

The author has something to say:

As an author... Actually, I am a 100% Deng Jin party... Ye Song is a ghost (no