Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Babyface: I'm home.

He replied with an "OK".

Never mind, he's not alone.

Jiang Mingcheng blinked back his tears and returned to his room.

He sat at his desk, wrote the words "I'm not sad" on a sticky note, stuck the note on the wall, then took a long breath and started studying.

He still remembered that Gu Ling's goal was Yanbei University in Beijing. Although he could not get in, he could work hard and live in the same city as Gu Ling.

So, come on, little classmate Jiang Mingcheng.

He studied until midnight before going to bed, but he tossed and turned in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep.

He picked up his phone, opened the chat box with the note "Baby Face", hesitated for a long time, and finally sent a message.

Thirteen Chinese Kings: Are you asleep?

It is now 12:40 in the morning, Gu Ling should have gone to bed long ago.

He sighed and prepared to withdraw the message, but he didn't expect the other party to reply so quickly.

Babyface: What's wrong?

Gu Lingzhen replied to him, but he didn't know what to say and felt very confused.

Thirteen Chinese Kings: It’s okay, I sent it to the wrong person.

Gu Ling had actually fallen asleep, but she was a light sleeper, so she woke up after Jiang Mingcheng sent her the message.

Jiang Mingcheng always urged herself to go to bed early, and she had never been sent a message so late at night before.

She knew a little about Jiang Mingcheng's family situation and guessed that something unpleasant had happened between Jiang Mingcheng and his parents.

Jiang Mingcheng is a guy who sometimes says everything without any reason, and sometimes seems like a taciturn person, always keeping unhappy things in his heart.

Just like now, it would be strange if she believed something like “sent to the wrong person”.

So Gu Ling moved his fingers and called him.

"Since it was sent to the wrong person, who did you want to send it to in the middle of the night?"

Because it was night, Gu Ling's voice was not loud, and his voice was a little hoarse as he had just woken up. When it reached Jiang Mingcheng's ears through the phone, it brought a tingling sensation.

Jiang Mingcheng avoided the question: "Did I wake you up? Then you continue to sleep, I will..."

"Just try and hang one up if you dare."

Jiang Mingcheng was already in a bad mood and was yelled at. He threw his phone on the bed, hesitated for a while and turned on the speakerphone before burying his head in the giant teddy bear.

It’s better to have a silent bear.

Gu Ling didn't hear the conversation on the other end, so he glanced at the phone interface and found that the call was not hung up.

"Okay, what are you doing? Can't sleep?"

Gu Ling's words, which seemed like a sign of surrender, made Jiang Mingcheng lift his head from Xiongxiong and utter a monosyllable in a muffled voice: "Hmm."

Gu Ling didn't hear: "Jiang Mingcheng?"

Jiang Mingcheng took the phone back and said "hmm" to it heavily.

Gu Ling said: "Since you can't sleep, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

"I don't want to listen to bedtime stories..." Jiang Mingcheng suddenly realized, "Why should I tell you a story?"

"I can tell you a story. Which one do you want to hear, Rapunzel, Snow White, or The Princess and the Pea?"

Jiang Mingcheng looked disgusted: "Forget it, let me tell you."

The night light on the bedside emitted a soft light. Jiang Mingcheng hugged Xiong Xiong tightly in his arms and held the phone. The boy spoke in a low voice: "In a distant country, there is a little boy..."

In a distant country, there was a little boy whose family was wealthy and he had no worries about food and clothing. He was a young master who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.

The little boy had many servants in his house, and each of them treated him like a piece of porcelain. Their cautious attitude was like a thick barrier that isolated him from everyone else.

He grew up in a house as big as a castle until he was three years old, when he was sent to kindergarten.

The kindergarten was a little more interesting, as it was filled with a bunch of little kids the same age as him.

He ate, played and fought with the little kids.

He turned himself into a dirty bun, but he was happy, and the little kids were happy too, because they were all dirty buns.

It was not until he returned to the big house that he saw two familiar yet unfamiliar people. According to the servants, they were his father and mother.

Before he was three years old, he had no concept of the words "dad" and "mom". But when he went to kindergarten, he was a big kid and knew what they meant.

It means he can act like a spoiled child in front of his parents.

However, perhaps because he was too dirty, his parents were a little angry and did not hug him. Instead, they made an angrily phone call.

Then, he and the little rascals also had a thick barrier.

Later, the little boy grew up a little, and this time he really understood what dad and mom meant.

He is his mom and dad's child, they are a family.

The first thing that came to his mind was to be a good boy, the kind of good boy who got lots of little red flowers.

Later he realized that being good meant not having to worry about anything.

So he became a rebellious teenager who skipped classes, fought, and dyed his hair.

The boy was very sad because he still didn't win anyone's attention.

Until he met someone.

The dirty clothes had no trace of their original color and were covered with mottled footprints.

The thin boy gritted his teeth and endured the punches and kicks from the people around him.

It’s really strange, he doesn’t cry or scream when he gets beaten?

With such doubts in mind, the young man beat up the group of people. The sight of them crying bitterly was disgusting, and the noise was giving people a headache.

It was not until the boy came to the rooftop again that the thin boy gave him a thank-you letter and milk.

That was the first time that the boy truly saw his own existence in the eyes of others.

since then……

"Since then, No. 13 Middle School has had an enthusiastic king named Jiang Mingcheng." Gu Ling said.

Jiang Mingcheng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and scolded with a smile: "I am enthusiastic, but how can I be so immature? Besides, what I told was clearly a fairy tale, not me."

"How can this be a fairy tale? It's clearly a story about the growth of a poor little kid."

Gu Ling pressed her chest, otherwise why would she feel more and more sad the more she listened.

Jiang Mingcheng snorted twice: "Then you tell the story."

"Listen carefully. One day, a very cool and handsome girl transferred to No. 13 Middle School..."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't bring any private goods!"

What do you mean cool and handsome? He just has a cute baby face.

"I'm telling a story, please don't make noise." Gu Ling continued, "The girl found out that the king of No. 13 Middle School is a fool who only knows how to protect others. In order to prevent the fool king from getting hurt while protecting others, she decided--"

Gu Ling's voice was not loud, but his steady tone seemed to make a promise: "The king protects his people, and she protects the king."

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The heart beats like a drum.

The violent tremor seemed to break Jiang Mingcheng's chest.

The bear doll in his arms was deformed by his strong hug. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and said jokingly, "It's really a fairy tale."

Fairy tales are all lies.

"Jiang Mingcheng." Gu Ling's eyes were gentle. "Fairy tales may be deceptive, but I don't lie."

I don't lie, so my words about protecting the king are true.

Jiang Mingcheng tried hard not to cry, but his voice sounded a little tearful: "Why did you protect me?"

Gu Ling tightened her grip on the phone a little, and she thought: If only she were with Jiang Mingcheng now.

Her boy needs a hug.

"Because you are special."

"What's so special?" Jiang Mingcheng asked.

"He is very enthusiastic, his grades are very bad, his hair is very green, and he cries very pitifully."

Jiang Mingcheng became more and more angry as he listened: "I'm not pitiful!"

"Ah——" Gu Ling smiled, "You didn't refute it, so you cried?"

Jiang Mingcheng buried his face in the crook of Xiong Xiong's neck and said in a muffled voice, "You're so annoying."

Well, now he has no face at all in front of Gu Ling.

Gu Ling continued: "The little mermaid's tears will turn into pearls, will King Jiang Mingcheng's tears turn into golden beans?"

Jiang Mingcheng didn't want to cry anymore, he wanted to hit someone.

He deliberately spoke to Gu Ling in a cold tone: "I'm angry."

Generally speaking, the subtext of my anger is: comfort me quickly.

Gu Ling smiled and said, "I think your tears will turn into gold beans. Gold beans are precious, be careful not to be robbed. To avoid being robbed, you'd better not cry in the future."

Jiang Mingcheng snorted: "Come on, Jin Doudou, are you trying to coax a child?"

It was late at night. Although there was no school tomorrow, staying up late for too long was not good for the body. Especially since Jiang Mingcheng had cried, she might have swollen eyes when she woke up tomorrow.

Soothe the child? Then soothe him.

Gu Ling lowered his voice and said, "It's late, go to bed. Good night, baby."