the one who lives in my body

For the first time in my life, I experienced the feeling of "prosperous career".

Just focusing on the work at hand and not thinking about other things for the time being, that feeling is really pretty good.

Anyway, in the busy day after day, time passed like this.

When I came back to my senses, I found that the money in my pocket seemed to have unknowingly become a relatively considerable number, and I realized that I seemed to be able to do many things with this money.

So, for the first time, I chose to leave the cramped dormitory and live in an apartment with a relatively good environment.

It may be the first time I have no experience in renting a house by myself. I only found out after I moved in that the rent seems to be too big.

I don't have my mother to live with me, and I don't have any friends. In this kind of house with a lot of space, it's easy to feel lonely, especially at night.

At night, I started having trouble sleeping.

Inevitably, I thought of Xie Dongrong.

To be honest, even if I leave the place where he is, I often think of him. He seems to have taken root in my mind. Even if the branches on the surface are removed, the roots inside are still the same. Dispersed in your limbs.

Occasionally, I would really like to know how he is now, and then I would think of our past, those happy or sad pasts.

In fact, I have carefully compared the time with Xie Dongrong, the sadness is always greater than the surprise, I probably understood this before, but there is no way, Xie Dongrong is like a deadly and delicious Poison, you can hardly keep yourself from looking at him.

Of course, as time went by, the number of times I thought of him gradually became less and less.

This also relieved my pain to a certain extent, because deep in that kind of memory, those shameful, sad and ridiculous things in the past would embarrass me again and again.

So, think more about the present.

In fact, there is one more person that really caught my attention.

An Jingtong.

I haven't forgotten what I said to him when I left. I don't know if I have changed now, but it is true, as he said, everyone is no longer together.

I heard from the old man that Jing Tong was picked up shortly after I left the earth.

It's from the First Prince's side.

It's hard to understand what the eldest prince does. It's fine that he himself was punished by the king to go to a remote area to suffer, but after he left, he still didn't forget An Jingtong, and even sent someone to call An Jingtong to him from a long distance. , there is a kind of meaning-"I suffer, and you don't want to feel better".

After An Jingtong left, there was no news. One year has passed, and now it is the end of the second year.

During this period, An Jingtong seemed to have disappeared from this world. Even if the old man exchanged numbers with him before he left, he did not receive even a single message about him.

This has to be worrying.

During the period after I came back, I also tried to contact him in the past, but all the messages I sent were all lost.

So when the news came that the eldest prince was taken back to the palace, I quietly asked my acquaintances to inquire about it.

The answer is no.

There is no such a person beside the eldest prince now.

Although at the same time, I also brought back news that my mother has been doing well recently, but this is not enough to make me feel at ease.

That's right, the king seems to be making some big moves recently, taking back the eldest prince who was suddenly left out in the cold at the beginning, and seems to be frequently contacting the troops far away on Amut star and giving advice. instruction.

No one knows what this moody king is planning. He seems to have devoted most of his energy to the battlefield on the other side of the interstellar world. family branch), he seemed too lazy to suppress it.

Although it is also because of this, my mother's life has been fairly peaceful.

A few months later, the major media began to publish the number one hero of the Amut star crusade.

Xie Dongrong's name was announced first.

At that moment, I didn't know what mood I was in, I just knew that maybe it meant he was fine, he wasn't dead, it was fine.

But what about the Rock?Is he okay?Could he be fighting humans?Has his home been violated?I don't know.

I threw myself out of the battlefield as a shameless "deserter". I thought I was cowardly, because I found myself unable to face everything that happened there. Looking at these news, I even began to rejoice—— OK I'm gone.

I can only express my resistance to all this in my own way. Sometimes I hate myself why I can’t make more mechs, why my works can’t spread to farther places.

Sometimes, I also want to ask Xie Dongrong who is far away, does the honor brought by this endless killing really make you happy?Or maybe, you are just a cold tool without your own thoughts, and you can only be manipulated by instructions to execute orders?

Of course, I don't think I'd ever actually say those words to him, even if we could meet again.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been in Nancheng for a long time. Sometimes I suddenly miss everything in the capital city. After all, the people there are all people I know and care about. Of course, most of the time when I think about life is at night. During the day, I will Forget all my worries and devote myself to work.

Life always brings surprises.

About three months after I sent the message to An Jingtong, when the first paper letter from the far north reached my hands, I fell into a moment of confusion.

Of course, when I opened the envelope and read the contents, I realized that this was really An Jingtong's reply.

The letter briefly introduced his recent situation, as always, in his familiar tone, reading those words, as if he was standing in front of me, it is nostalgic.

He is not having a good time dating now.

From the letter, I learned that after the first prince took him to Beidi, he controlled all his contact methods with the outside world.

This time, the eldest prince was called back to the capital by the king. He thought that the eldest prince would also take him back, but in fact he left him there.

Although the environment in that place was harsh, at least as the adopted son of the royal family, under the care of the eldest prince, he did have the treatment of the royal family and was taken care of like a little prince.

But he hates everything there.

No one wanted to talk to him. Originally, when the eldest prince was around, there were people who could play chess with him to amuse him, but now the eldest prince also left him alone. He was very lonely.

After the eldest prince left, he was allowed to write letters to the eldest prince in paper letters, and at the same time he was able to receive some news from the outside world.

So he saw my greeting and found my current address.

In the first time, he wrote a reply letter to me.

"Ashu, I miss you so much..." This was An Jingtong's last signature.

I thought about my wording, and then began to write a reply to him. I introduced my current situation to him, and expressed my concern to him.

In this way, the correspondence between me and An Jingtong began.

From the letter, I learned that the information about the letter sent by An Jingtong seems to be completely hidden. I think it may be written by the eldest prince. Originally, he may have wanted to facilitate his contact with An Jingtong so that he would not be caught by Wang Na. The people around him found out, but what he probably didn't expect was that An Jingtong would send the letter to someone other than him.

An Jingtong seemed to enjoy the feeling of hiding something from the eldest prince. He secretly called the eldest prince a "control freak" and said that he was often bullied by him.

I said: "If you don't dislike it, and if you can, I want to bring you here. Although my place is not particularly good, it's better than letting you be bullied there." It was out of sincerity, probably at that time, I really hoped that someone would accompany me.

Sure enough, An Jingtong felt my intentions, and asked me again and again if it was true, because he had already thought of a way to escape from here, but because he was worried that he would not have a place to live after he went out, he never dared to implement it. .

Looking at An Jingtong's words, I pondered for a long time before replying: "You can come if you can, but I'm afraid something will happen to you, can you tell me your specific plan? I'm a little worried."

When the letter was sent out, I was still in a daze, vaguely aware that what I discussed with An Jingtong would greatly irritate the eldest prince, and neither of us would have any good fruit to eat.

But at the same time, I didn't feel scared, and even had a vague expectation. On the one hand, I really wanted Jingtong to get out of the sea of ​​suffering, and on the other hand... maybe it was the rebellious gene in my body that was at work. Looking forward to a new reply.

However, for a long time afterwards, I did not hear from An Jingtong again.

Uncontrollably, I started to get nervous, I was afraid that something would happen to him because of my letter, if the First Prince knew what we were talking about... I shuddered for a moment.

I waited anxiously day after day, opened the mailbox almost ten times a day, and was so worried that I had no time to think about Xie Dongrong at night.

Finally, one day, when I came home from get off work, at my door, I saw a postman with a letter in his hand, stuffing it into my mailbox.

I walked over quickly, and when I was about to open my mouth to let him pass it directly to my hand, I saw the postman's face clearly.

This postman has An Jingtong's face.

Oh no, what An Jingtong is wearing is not a postman's clothes at all, I forgot, he likes dark green very much.

At this moment, he was looking at me with wide eyes, for a long time, and finally, his light-colored pupils gradually filled with a smile, "Brother Shu, I'm sorry I can't wait any longer, I've finished writing the letter, but I think I'll send it to you personally." It will be better for you."

In this way, I have an extra refugee in my family.

Since An Jingtong moved in, my habit of thinking wildly at night has been cured to a great extent, and finally, looking at this big house, I no longer feel empty.

Because there is one more person in the room.

Although at the beginning, An Jingtong was living and eating for nothing.

But he is the same as me anyway, he is a student of Mao Dian, with this status, it is not particularly difficult to help him find a job.

I feel perfectly qualified to have him help me work there.

After discussing with the old man and Boss Fang, we specially arranged a test for An Jingtong.

Although in Maodian, An Jingtong is indeed a scumbag.

But there is no problem for him to do the test questions of this simple job.

After flying over the edge of the pass line at low altitude, An Jingtong barely got Mr. Fang's approval.

So far, I have another roommate who lives with me and works as a younger brother.

The author says:

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