Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Klein repaired the pond to attract seawater. Butler Patton sprinkled flower seeds in the pond, put in ornamental fish fry bought from the town, and placed a hollowed-out rockery in the center of the pond.

The two-color flowers in the flower bed are in full bloom, reflected in the pond, and the carp flowers are blooming and shuttle between the shadows of the flowers, which is very beautiful.

Sweet was reading in the study, butler Patton knocked on the door lightly, came in with a cup of coffee, and put it on the table.

Sweet looked at the pages of the book, reached for the coffee, took a sip, and put it back.

Patton didn't leave, Sweet looked up and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Butler Patton leaned forward and said, "Your Highness, the pond outside has been repaired and the bicolor flowers are blooming vigorously. Why don't you take a look?"

Sweet asked, "Is he here today?"

Butler Parton: "Yes."

Sweet turned a page and said nothing.

"Your Highness?" Butler Patton asked again.

Sweet's finger tapped the edge of the page and said, "You seem to like him a lot."

Butler Parton: "He is a very sensible child with a simple mind, and he cares about His Highness very much."

"..."

"Your Majesty and the Queen hope that you can take advantage of this opportunity to spend more time with humans."

"……understood."

While Klein was feeding the fish, he heard the upstairs balcony door being scraped. Looking back, he found that it was Sweet, whom he hadn't seen for more than a week.

Sweet seems to have changed again, the outline deepened, the eyes became deeper, and the aura became stronger.

When he walked to the balcony and looked down, his demeanor was both leisurely and careless, elegant and noble, making people unpredictable, and he did not dare to approach easily.

Klein was sitting on the edge of the pond. When he saw Sweet, he quickly stood up and sprinkled the fish food in his hand into the water, attracting a large group of koi to scramble for food.

"Are...are you feeling better?" He asked nervously.

Instead of answering, Sweet asked, "Is the pond fixed?"

Klein nodded blankly: "It's fixed."

Sweet turned back to the house.

Klein: "..."

Klein and Dick had a cold war because of what happened last time, which was initiated by Dick unilaterally.

Dick said that he likes the new and dislikes the old, he fawns over rich people and ignores his old friends, and even sends a message, declaring that if Klein doesn't refuse with Sweet, he won't associate with Klein anymore.

If Dick said it in private, Klein would probably give in and apologize and coax him.

But the people from Diktor spread the word to make this matter known to everyone, as if they were forcing Klein to make a choice, so Klein developed a rebellious mentality, and simply put Dick aside, and found time to talk about it when he was not so aggressive. talk.

Klein used to go out to sea with Dick's family's fishing boat, and it's not easy to go after falling out with Dick.

He cast a net very well, and he was well-known in Paloi Harbor. Other fishing boats wanted to recruit him as a helper, but if he went to other fishing boats, Dick would be even more angry.

So Klein didn't go fishing this week, and besides helping grandpa buy medicine and doing some carpentry every day, he came to the next door to grow flowers and feed the fish when he was free.

Klein didn't understand, he just liked to see Sweet and wanted to make Sweet happy.

He didn't hurt anyone when he did it, why not?

Fortunately, there is Butler Parton who can chat with him, otherwise he will be suffocated to death.

Although he wanted to know about Sweet's life experience and illness, but out of politeness, he didn't ask. He just asked about Sweet's physical condition every day, and often brought food made by his grandfather, hoping to nourish Sweet's body.

Butler Parton said every day, "Master is better today than yesterday", and Klein looked forward to seeing Sweet again every day.

In the first few days, he still thought about Dick's words, but after a few days passed, it seemed that a lot of weeds grew in his heart. He couldn't think about Sweet, and he didn't care about those twists and turns. He just wanted to see him as soon as possible.

Now I finally met, but only said a few words.

Klein looked at the empty balcony on the second floor, and sat back by the pond in frustration.

The sound of the door opening from behind startled the carp in the pond to scatter in all directions of the pond.

Klein thought it was Butler Parton, and without getting up, he sprinkled another handful of fish food and said, "Look, these carp have grown up again."

A hand reached out, grabbed a handful of fish food from the bag in Klein's arms, and threw it into the pond.

This white and slender hand brought a cool breath.

Klein was stunned, and turned around like a rusty machine, only to see Sweet standing behind him, leaning slightly to look at the pond in front of him.

"Sweet!?"

Shocked, Klein stood up swiftly, and while observing his expression, he asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Sweet said "Hmm" and stretched out his hand towards him. Question marks appeared in Klein's mind. He looked around and put his hand on Sweet's.

Sweet: "..."

Klein: "?" Isn't that what it means?

Sweet said, "Fish food."

"Oh oh oh oh!" Klein quickly withdrew his hand, and stuffed the bag he was holding into Sweet's hand, "Yes, I'm sorry, I thought..."

Sweet didn't pay attention, just grabbed another handful in the fish food bag, and returned the bag to Klein.

"..." Klein was about to be stupefied by himself, unable to stand still, and could only choke out a sentence after a long while: "You can't feed too much, they don't know how long they will keep eating."

"Ah."

Sweet evened it a few times, and fed the small handful of fish food in his hand bit by bit.

Ever since Sweet appeared, Klein had been writing a draft in secret. He waited until the fish food in Sweet's hand was gone before he had to say, "...I'm sorry about that day."

Sweet glanced at him: "What day?"

"It was the day of maracas."

Sweet seemed to have forgotten about that, and after thinking about it, he said, "It's okay, I don't mind."

Klein has been worrying that Sweet will be angry because of what happened that day, and the melancholy in his heart is instantly relieved.

"I heard from Parton that you haven't gone fishing recently?" Sweet asked suddenly.

Klein dodged his eyes: "That's because, uh, I've asked for leave, and I always feel tired of going to sea, so..."

Sweet seemed to mention it casually, nodded and said, "It's all right. Don't quarrel with your friends because of me."

Klein was surprised—he never told Sweet that he was helping out at Dick's house, how did Sweet jump from not fishing to arguing with his friends?

The carp swam away, and the water surface became calm. In the reflection, Klein looked at Sweet with a dumbfounded expression.

Sweet looked at the water, as if he knew what he was thinking, and said, "Parton often sees you going home with that person."

Klein: "Oh..."

Sweet turned to Klein and said, "The pond is very beautiful, I like it very much. You can transplant the flowers in the flower bed as you like. If you need help in the future, you can go to Parton."

It was the longest sentence Sweet had ever said to Klein.

Klein's heart was surging, and when he was nervously wringing his hands and thinking about how to answer, a neighing interrupted his thoughts.

I saw a luxurious carriage stopped outside the iron gate, and a gorgeously dressed brown-haired boy alighted from the carriage.

The brown-haired boy first looked up at the house standing in front of him, then looked into the courtyard, saw Sweet's eyes light up, stepped forward and said cheerfully: "Sweet, let me find you!"