the one who lives in my body

Originally, I could use a very simple word to describe the relationship between me and An Jingtong.

friend.

But after that day, I knew that I couldn't, even though our relationship hadn't changed in any real way, but from the way he looked at me, from the way he treated me, I knew that I couldn't have an An Jingtong at home In such a situation, look for another object that can be called a lover.

Of course, I didn't have that plan myself.

While the physical cravings did make me suffer sometimes, they paled in comparison to the troublesome problems I had to face after I took that step.

After that, about a year passed, and finally, news came from the large army that had gone on an expedition to Amut, saying that they were coming back.

In every way, for me, this is a big event that cannot be ignored.

The people of the large army returned to the earth, which means that my identity named "Tao Shu" was finally liberated from that mothership, and I no longer have to worry about being called a "deserter" all the time.

This also means that the three-year human encroachment on Amut star has finally come to an end.

The soldiers who participated in this war returned with full load, carrying the supplies, ideas and lives looted from the planet Amut.

When they stood in front of the people in glory, I couldn't help thinking, would they be facing real flowers and applause?

Xie Dongrong, I have never deliberately inquired about him. I only know that he is not dead. In the past three years, in the battle of Amut Star, he seems to have made many military exploits and became a well-known "general".

It is said that soldiers brought new lands to mankind.

And all I saw was devastation.

I forced myself to block the information, and during that time, I kept myself locked in my own world.

The outside world may only know that "Ammut has produced a certain work again".

I heard that the armor released from my hand has been looted by the nobles in the capital. I think they may not understand what I am expressing. What they are concerned about may only be the name "Ammut".

I have always believed that those who really love my works are only ordinary people like me.

But now my things have actually been sold for sky-high prices at the auction, and are regarded by the nobles as a symbol of glory.

But what can I do?

I can only make more mechs to deprive the children of those who bleed from me of some kind of specialness... well, in short, to actively devalue my creations.

Anyway, those sky-high prices did not fall into my pocket in the end.

Take it to school for the children of the common people?Let women who have lost their only child get a secure life?These are all the contracts I have signed with the organizations that publish the works, but I still don’t know how much of the money has been used for the purpose I want, and how much has been divided into those capitalists and politicians. in pocket.

Later, news spread that the current king was seriously ill.

King Lesheng, An Derui, father of An Hexuan and An Boyan, adoptive father of An Jingtong, the current king.

The current situation was turbulent, and when the large army from the expedition to Amut star was about to return, the news that Andrei might not inherit the throne to the eldest prince spread like wildfire.

That's right, after all, if the eldest prince loses faith in front of the king, given his background, he might not have the advantage to win the throne.

so what?Who will the throne pass to in the end?An Boyan?An Hexuan?Or the most useless An Shenhai in the legend?

After comprehensive consideration of these candidates for the throne, I actually think that An Boyan is the most reliable. Recalling the previous experience of working with him, I think he is indeed a very thoughtful person, although the ending may not be the same. As good as it could be, but he made an effort for it anyway, didn't he?

I'm fine, this news seems to have had a great impact on An Jingtong, although he never said anything, but after all we have been together day and night for so long, I still have this basic tacit understanding.

Perhaps, An Jingtong was afraid that An Boyan would succeed to the throne, and he was also afraid that he would be hurt by the royal power.

However, one thing I can be sure of is that if An Boyan succeeds in ascending the throne, he will come to An Jingtong very soon.

Actually, when An Jingtong first moved into my house, I was quite surprised because An Boyan didn't send anyone to look for him.

Maybe it's not that I don't want to look for it, but that I can't, or maybe... it's better not to look for it?

When the eldest prince was not sure whether he was losing power, he didn't dare to take An Jingtong back to the capital rashly, and he didn't dare to send people looking for him like a needle in a haystack with great fanfare.

In this way, it seems to make sense for An Jingtong to stay with me safe and sound.

Of course, An Jingtong himself obviously doesn't think so, he seems to attribute all the current situation to his luck, and in his mind, I seem to be part of his "luck".

He looked at me, his eyes were bright, and there was admiration and dependence in them, like a drowning man quietly staring at the only person holding a life buoy not far away.

That night, I lay back on the sofa, staring at the TV screen quietly, but in fact I was in a daze.

An Jingtong moved to my side at some point, about an arm's length away from me, he stopped cautiously, "Brother Shu." He called me softly.

I turned my eyes to look at him, the night was beautiful that night, his light-colored eyes were like amber in the mountains, revealing purity and a little childishness.

Only then did I realize how iconic and beautiful An Jingtong is.

I suddenly thought of Xie Dongrong, and I thought, perhaps, my ability to appreciate beauties in my life has been illuminated only by him, and the things around me... I have never discovered it.

Of course, even if I find out, I can't do anything, no one can easily arouse my monstrous desire like Xie Dongrong in the past, even the current Xie Dongrong can't.

I admit I lost my mind.

The next moment, I blinked and looked into An Jingtong's eyes, feeling ashamed from the bottom of my heart.

At such moments, I was thinking of another person.

Fortunately, An Jingtong didn't seem to notice this. I could see that he was a little nervous and his face was slightly flushed. This reminded me of the previous night, the only moment when we overstepped the rules.

"What's wrong?" I asked him softly.

"Brother Shu, I want to marry you...I can do anything I can do well...you...I...can..." An Jingtong opened his eyes and looked at me with flickering eyes, as if Nervous and a little helpless, it was an expression that was afraid that I would refuse.

marry?Why is it a marriage, not a confession?

It took about a second for me to figure out why An Jingtong made such a request.

That's right, a request.

Because he was afraid that An Boyan would kidnap him if he succeeded to the throne, if he was still single at that time.

He may like me a little bit, but he doesn't love me, or in other words, he still doesn't know what love is, and he made such a request to me, maybe it was just driven by instinct, he did it on his own out of choice.

Then, under his gaze, I took another second to think about the answer to this question.

"Yes." Finally I said, "I can help you with this." I smiled at him and replied, "But my identity is still very dangerous, maybe I have to wait until the fleet on Amut returns. .”

An Jingtong smiled, like a cute kitten, he leaned over, rubbed my cheek lightly, and then left a kiss on the corner of my lips, "I'll wait for you." He said.

And I rubbed his head.

An Jingtong is a person whose actions basically rely on instinct. Looking at his face, I don't know how he thinks about the word "marriage", and I can't open my mouth to make myself ask such a question. Anyway, in my heart, Marriage is but a contract.

But at this moment, in An Jingtong's eyes, marriage might just be the best way to help him get rid of the eldest prince.

For a split second, I felt ashamed that I thought of him that way, but deep down, I did.

does he love meI didn't even dare to ask such a question, I knew he would definitely not be able to answer it, he might say something like, it's very comfortable to get along with me.

This is completely different from the state of mind I had when I wanted to ask Xie Dongrong.

One is a question and the other is a rhetorical question.

One is expectation and the other is answer.

Once, when I was the sweetest with Xie Dongrong, I foolishly mentioned marriage to him.

"It's just a contract." He was very consistent with my thoughts at the time, and I was very sad because of that, but in retrospect, I think it may be correct.

After that, my relationship with An Jingtong was still the same, and I told him that, until now I still can't forget Xie Dongrong.

Of course, it may just be forgotten.

An Jingtong acted calmly, "I know, how is it possible, it's too difficult to really forget."

Only then did I finally confirm that between me and him, there is no such exclusive exclusivity between lovers.

Then I laughed out and walked shoulder to shoulder with him on the way to work, thinking that life is pretty good now.

Two months later, the large troops returning from Amut finally landed.

I thought it would make a huge difference in my life.

But the truth is, nothing happened.

Apart from the live broadcast that day, when I saw Xie Dongrong who had already been awarded the highest military rank, I was slightly stunned.

He seems to have grown taller again, and the lines of his face have lost their former softness and become more aggressive. Of course, he is still unparalleled and handsome, which is simply suffocating.

He is like a work of art that has been forged and is only for people to watch.

Anyone who wants to get involved will commit a heinous crime.

I think standing at such a distance and watching him through the screen seems to be the distance between us.

I turned off the TV, felt my heartbeat, and found that it didn't speed up, and my body didn't feel any strange.

I can go back to the capital to see my mother, I think so.

The author says:

The saved manuscript is about to disappear, but the exam is still a week away, bitter meat