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King Jin rolled up his jeans and carried Tang Xiaole into the plastic swimming pool.

"Put your paws away," Lance said to the big Persian cat. "This thing won't hold up."

The Persian cat gave him a sideways look, and looked up, waiting for King Jin to take it in too.

King Jin didn't even look at him, and held the fish tank to discuss with Lin Ling: "The baby is still young, I have set aside a territory for you, you are on the left and the baby on the right, can you live together peacefully?"

The little black fish didn't move.

"Then take it as your promise." King Jin poured water into the pool.

Tang Le was terribly curious about the little black fish—but King Jin had ordered him not to touch it.

So when the little black fish happily circled in the left half of the water, charged, and sneaked in figure 8... Tang Xiaole could only stare at it.

Lin Ling didn't care if someone was coveting him or not, he had already had enough of that stingy broken fish tank.

The Persian cat waited for a long time, then jumped into the water resentfully.

In fact, King Jin had been a little curious for a long time - aren't cats afraid of water?

Just look at the potato and sesame paste squatting on the side looking for the little grasshopper. Brother Cat has no interest in playing with his master at all.

Rhodes doesn't seem to have this taboo, so what is it like for a cat to swim?

The little black fish swung its tail to avoid the splash of water thrown by the Persian cat from the sky. Even in the water, the Persian cat raised its head high, keeping the water level with its neck, and then—

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King Jin: "..."

Keeping its head dry, the Persian cat, not restricted by territory divisions, took a turn in the water and then proudly glanced at King Jin by the pool.

The eyes clearly said: Even if it is a cat, the maintenance of hairstyle is very important.

King Jin's previous worries were a bit unnecessary, and the method of demarcating the territory was unexpectedly useful.

The little black fish moved forward with its head against a plastic little yellow duck. The duck was about the same size as the little black fish, and was pushed forward swayingly, while the Persian cat was stalking it, slapping the little duck with its paws from time to time, making the little black fish sway. Heiyu held his head empty, which drew Tang Xiaole's resounding laughter.

The weather in the coming autumn is still very hot, the pedestrians on Haiyang Road come and go in a hurry, and their tender laughter seems to be a sobering agent for this dreary afternoon. Take a look at the swimming pool in the vestibule.

The young man with fluffy black curly hair was holding a hose and stepping on slippers. His pale skin looked a little transparent in the sun. Standing beside him was a tall handsome guy with handsome eyes and a mixed-race look. Both of them were looking at the swimming pool.

In the swimming pool, the white and tender toddler was dancing and laughing while holding brightly colored plastic balls. There was actually a Persian cat whose fur was still dry from the neck up in the water.

The potato was lying on Lance's toes. Lance lifted his foot deliberately, as if to put the potato in the water, scaring the kitten to cling to his shoe, while King Jin was always paying attention to the restless sesame paste, afraid It flashes its paws toward the pool.

No one noticed that the small vestibule they were in had become the focus of attention of passers-by.

The vestibule only has a black iron curly fence and door that are more decorative than practical. Although the shape of Tang Le’s swimming trunks has not been seen and admired by the children in Pea Miao Kindergarten, but this afternoon, the passers-by on the Haiyang Road all gave it to them in their hearts. Tang Xiaole's swimming trunks were highly rated.

After the Persian cat had swam enough, King Jin floated the empty fish tank with round belly in the water, and then put the wet Persian cat in it.

Tang Le's eyes were extremely greedy.

He also wants to float like this, the big cat looks so comfortable.

Little Heiyu was very disdainful - the fish tank was very stuffy, if the cat liked it, let him stuff it in it for the rest of his life.

"There is no such a big fish tank." King Jin explained to the children while squatting: "Babies are different from cats, even if there is a fish tank, they will not be able to float."

The big Persian cat triumphantly flicked the water with its tail.

Tang Le shifted his target: "April [-]——"

Lance took out a pair of sunglasses from nowhere and put them on: "Wait."

King Jin watched Lance take out a children's swimming ring as if by magic, and Tang Xiaole was excited again.

So, one person and one cat started to float in the small swimming pool. Tang Le did not forget to repay Lance: "Fourth is the best!"

King Jin touched his chest.

Even if he wasn't Tang Le's real father, he still felt hurt by Tang Le's obvious "transferring love".

He read Tang Le's stories for so many nights, and his feelings couldn't even compare to a swimming ring.

King Jin understood Liang Haofei's loss a little bit.

"Hey, the cat is floating in the fish tank!" Two young OLs passing by exclaimed softly.

The Persian cat turned its head gracefully, the contrast between its wet body and fluffy head was amazing, and the two OLs blushed.

"What are you proud of? People are looking at Lance." King Jin said: "So you think you can still attract little girls with your current appearance?"

Sure enough, Lance and the Persian cat also turned their heads and looked out of the gate. Although he was wearing sunglasses, Lance's nose bridge and jawline were still very lethal.

The Persian cat put its tail into the fish tank depressedly.

【Then what?Did the cat really use the small fish's fish tank as a boat, and go to the island in the middle of the lake to find the tree that can bloom snowflakes? --Comment】

King Jin couldn't help laughing when he thought of Rhodes huddled in the fish tank.

【Yes, the fish tank of the little fish is big enough to bring the little bird with it. --reply】

【Isn't Xiaoyu's temper bad?Not angry? --Comment】

[No, since it lived in the pool, its fish tank has been abandoned. --reply】

Now the number of blog comments on serialized stories has almost exploded, King Jin is gradually unable to reply one by one, so he has to pick and choose more representative comments.

The development of the blog was beyond his expectation. He didn’t expect not only his parents who couldn’t think of a story to pay attention to him, but even some young people said that they were checking whether he had updated every day. Some of them have become dumbfounding for him.

The childish and nonsensical storytelling, the jerky style of painting and the like are not counted, and some comments with links are really eye-opening for King Jin.

Big Rock: The author uses a humorous and seemingly naive plot to metaphor people's impetuousness in life, as well as their distrust, comprehension and experience of social relationships around them——

God loves me: Yooooooo!It feels great!

Big Rock: Yeah, it’s been a long paragraph, but unfortunately I’m really just making up little stories.

God loves me: Xiao Jin, I regret it a little.

Big Rock: ?

God loves me: I shouldn't have quit the lease, is your house a curse - no, some kind of blessing?Even you are red now!

Big Rock: ...

God loves me: I wish I hadn't been tricked by Tao Chuan to come back!Maybe if I stay for another two months, I can become another celebrity!Just like a golden retriever!Now even pop-up games use his profile picture.

Big Rock: I am different from him.

God loves me: Didn't you say someone wanted to talk to you about signing this?If the click-through rate of your stories can be exchanged for RMB, you will never have to set up a street stall in the future.

Big Rock: ...Let's talk about it later.

King Jin was a little uncertain.

In his opinion, the illustrated story was completely made up for Tang Xiaole, but the result was far beyond his expectations.

King Jin puts down his mouse and rolls onto the bed to get his sketchbook.

He worked so hard before, gave up the way he wanted to find in the university, can he really appear among these loose-leaf books?

But it is undeniable that the stories based on the kings of Rhodes can make King Jin wantonly use the [-]B pencil to run wild, and the occasional sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper can give him the illusion of going back to the past.

The tiny golden king sat in the narrow living room, squinting at a plaster square that lay before him.

Papa Kim, wearing glasses, held King Kim's hand and taught him to see the wonderful shadows that light casts on the snow-white plaster.

There were no art supplies to sell in the countryside, so Papa Jin bought gypsum powder himself, and poured shoeboxes and biscuit tins into various gypsum bodies for King Jin to paint.

Sketching consumes pencils. Occasionally, the mother who passes by will sharpen the pencils for the father and son. Every time, she can magically sharpen the blunt pen tip into a sharp and long one.

Papa Jin is a very traditional person. King Jin always feels that if the time goes back 200 years, his papa might not open a canteen in the countryside, but be a gentle teacher.

At that time, the children in the village liked to run to his house the most. Since King Jin’s junior high school began to live in school, Papa Jin’s education target has been changed to those children. In the yard, they were learning calligraphy in a decent way. Papa Jin stood behind them and looked at them. At their feet was a hen with a few cubs.

King Jin dropped the sketchbook.He hadn't thought of these things for a long time, or rather, he deliberately didn't want to think about them.

He always felt that if he allowed himself to miss the little house in the country at night, the kitchen with the sound of his mother chopping the chopping board, and the yard with his father standing, then he would be willing to never wake up in the morning again.

The phone rang suddenly.

King Jin opened his eyes and took out his phone.

"Xiao Jin?" Rhode's voice sounded a bit vague on the phone.

King Jin looked at the phone screen a little unresponsively, and was sure it was Rhodes' number.

"Didn't it mean that the mobile phone can't be used?" King Jin said.

The place where Rhodes and Lin Ling filmed this time is really a place where birds don’t shit. Some shots even had to go to the mountains to shoot. The mobile phone signal is basically the same as there is no mobile phone signal, and the filming time is tight. Rhodes has not contacted him for several days. up.

"I found one...what's it called?" Rhodes said, "The signal tower is on a small hill."

King Kim said, "Hmm. Did the filming go well?"

Rhodes: "Xiao Jin? What's going on?"

King Jin said: "What's going on?"

There was a sudden noise on the other side of the phone. Rhodes paused, as if he had changed places, and then he spoke again: "Xiao Jin, are you so lonely that I'm not here?"

King Jin: "Do you often see me cry? Can you find it through the phone?"

"It's because you don't like to cry, so it's easy to find out." Rhodes said with a smile. "Okay, admit it quickly, and then I will comfort you."

"I didn't cry," King Jin said.

"I can feel it." Rhodes said softly.

King Jin always thought that only when he was face to face with Rhodes could he feel that his emotions had no place to hide. He never thought that even after he had traveled so far away, he would be able to make himself invisible with a single sentence.

"I just remembered the past." King Jin said, "I lay in bed thinking about it for a long time, and then your phone woke me up."

Rhodes said: "I'm in a place where I can't take a bath, watch TV, or call you. Can't you be a little lonely?"

King Jin paused for a moment, but still couldn't help laughing: "Can't you take a bath?"

Rhode's voice was blurred and then clear: "Well, floating in the fish tank is like a memory of the last century."

"I understand that memories make people sad and obsessed, but it's three o'clock in the afternoon and only a lady with nothing to do is still in bed."

"I'm just thinking about something." King Jin said, "And your phone didn't wake me up."

"Then I can wake you up every day from now on." Rhodes said, "This signal tower is more useful than imagined."

King Jin froze for a moment.

He knew what Rhodes meant, but at this moment it sounded—even if it was self-indulgent, he still felt that there seemed to be a different kind of commitment.

"—Okay." King Jin whispered.