king x king

Rhodes' eyes stopped on one of the pages of the magazine: "Little Jin?"

King Jin curled up on the single sofa beside him and drew: "Huh?"

"When was this photo... taken?" Rhodes unfolded the magazine a little more.

King Jin glanced up: "Ah...they really boarded?"

The magazine was an exclusive interview with King Jin, and less than a quarter of the page was used to display a photo of King Jin sitting sideways under a big melting tree by the side of the road, looking down at his phone.

In the photo, King Jin is wearing jeans with the trousers rolled up. Because he lowered his head, he can only see half of his face. His curly hair and glasses are quite recognizable. The ankles exposed from the trousers look extremely fair in the sun.

The old banyan tree is very dense, and the thick green color forms a very interesting contrast with the white-skinned boy in a white T-shirt under the tree. Without any treatment, the youthful and quiet atmosphere is vivid on the paper.

"The editor asked for photos, but I don't actually take many photos." King Jin quickly colored the little black fish: "That was taken with his mobile phone when he went to find Tao Jia last time, and it's near the university."

In fact, King Jin’s finances are not tight now, but he never thought of buying a camera—Liang Haofei has one, but King Jin’s interest in cameras basically comes from Tang Xiaole, and the lens is really not attractive to him. .

As for Rhodes, because of the nature of his work, the flash lights clicked on him almost every day, so he never thought of buying one himself.

Rhodes looked at the Golden King on the sofa, and then at the magazine.

Recently King King is going to publish a picture book, and it is also one of the author's obligations to cooperate with the publicity. King King doesn't feel that there is anything to fuss about this kind of interview, he adjusted his glasses and continued to draw.

King Jin has recently become more and more nerdy, and his hair has not been cut for a while. The half-length curly hair half covers the ears, but because he lowered his head to draw, he still exposed most of the back of his neck. From Rhodes' perspective It seems that there is just a beautiful arc extending out. Just by looking at it, one can almost feel the alluring vitality unique to that young man under the skin.

It is blatant and tempting to bite.

Rhodes closed the magazine: "Xiao Jin, shall we go shopping?"

King Jin looked up.

As a newcomer, Jin Wang believed that the remuneration he received had already exceeded expectations, but obviously, being a star was easier to make money than he imagined.

The Persian cat hung on King Jin's shoulder and watched him withdraw money: "I want to buy a camera."

King Jin stared at the display screen with wide eyes, and suddenly and inexplicably guilty quickly refunded the card without taking any money.

There was no one near the cash machine at noon, and the Persian cat said, "What?"

"You..." King Jin was a little confused: "Is this money yours?"

The balance shown just now startled him.

The Persian cat scratched the golden king's ear: "I'll give it all to you."

King Jin: "..."

Obviously they came through empty-handed, and now they have become dead rich again. Should it be said that some people are destined to be born with cheating devices?

Persian cats disagree.

To the king, this small amount of wealth was really nothing, and no matter whether it was in the palace or in the house of King Jin, there was almost no time when he really needed to spend the money himself. Accumulating wealth quickly in a short period of time is not a big deal.

In other words, the king actually has no concept of spending money, so money as specific as "banknotes" is a bit unfamiliar to him.

Having said that, when he first arrived here, Rhodes actually lived a poor life living with the old sauerkraut instant noodles with King Jin, so although he didn't have such a strong sense of need for money as King Jin did, he He also understood that compared with nobles, the things that ordinary people depend on for survival are much more important than he imagined.

During the days of washing dishes at food stalls, King Jin was always disturbed, because the hen and the small fortune he dragged onto the bus would not make a decent splash in the busy and bustling city, Luo De did not express an opinion on this, but in fact he has always understood it.

"I saw a leaflet in the newspaper today." The Persian cat approached King Jin's ear and said, "The bleeding anniversary."

King Jin smiled: "You are a rich man now, it doesn't matter if you don't have an anniversary."

"This is the art of living, and it has nothing to do with the amount of property." The Persian cat said seriously: "The money is all yours. Let's go find the anniversary supermarket together and be two stingy rich people who care about everything."

"This is your labor income." King Jin took the bank card back to the wallet: "I have my own income."

King Jin walked out of the cashier with the big cat hanging, his eyes were a little bit blinded by the strong sunlight.

The big cat was silent for a while.

"If you just want to attract the attention of other kings, Ling can do it by himself." The Persian cat said, "You are the reason for me to go out."

"I want you to know that you are not really alone, and you can rely on others. But you are too stubborn, and sweet love words are of little use to you." The tail of the Persian cat gently brushed against King Jin's neck: " I had to take a more practical approach."

Not so romantic, but the most effective way to express it.

"Money is not the only thing I can give you, so don't misunderstand it in a ridiculous direction." The Persian cat added.

"Actually, I was already moved just now." King Jin said, "Your words made me play again."

"Now you live in my house and eat mine, why do you think that I misunderstood that I was taken care of by you?" King Jin said again.

Persian cat: "..."

King Jin laughed: "Which supermarket did you say was on sale?"

The Persian cat climbed up a little bit, laying its two front paws on King Jin's head, looking at the shadow of a man and a cat blending together on the ground: "Little Jin, if—"

King Jin tilted his head: "Huh?"

The Persian cat relaxed its body lazily: "Well, please continue to walk with big strides, so that the wind can blow my fur."

——If there are still any problems in front of you, there will always be a solution... I guess.

Tang Le turned his face away: "Don't eat—"

Liang Haofei raised his eyebrows: "Tang Xiaole!"

Tang Le jumped off the chair and climbed onto Lance's lap very smoothly.

Lance lowered his eyes and put down the newspaper.

Liang Haofei said: "Come down for me! You can eat two bites of the custard I steamed so hard!"

Tang Le wrinkled his nose: "It's not delicious."

"What do you know, it's called natural. Putting so much sugar has no nutrition!" Liang Haofei said, "You haven't eaten it, how do you know it's not delicious?"

"I ate it yesterday—" Tang Le pinched Lance's collar: "It's not delicious."

Liang Haofei is now keen to study children's recipes, and often makes extra meals for Tang Le, but unfortunately the children don't buy it.

"Dad didn't do a good job yesterday, but today's is good." Liang Haofei stepped forward to persuade him. "Really, you know it's delicious after one bite."

Tang Le turned around suspiciously.

Lance touched Tang Le's round cheeks, stared at Liang Haofei's shoulders and neck line protruding from the neckline: "Yes."

Tang Le looked up, and Lance showed a smile that didn't lie to you.

Tang Le: "Ah——"

Liang Haofei immediately stuffed a spoonful of custard into it.

chew.

"No smell!" Tang Le climbed down Lance's knees: "You are all lying~ Jin Jin~"

King Jin who was sitting in the living room raised his head helplessly, and moved his notebook to catch Tang Le who rushed out of the kitchen.

He was almost blinded by the horrible family of three model in the kitchen just now, and originally wanted to reduce his presence as much as possible.

Liang Haofei also followed, and unceremoniously took Tang Le back.

King Jin returned his gaze to the screen.

Now more and more people follow his blog, he can no longer reply to the messages one by one, but occasionally there will be a few special messages that he particularly cares about.

【Kista: Although the castle looks lively, the little king is still lonely. 73】

[kista: The ending of the story, is the little king leaving the empty castle to wander with everyone, or staying in the castle, waiting for the next group of friends who don’t know when they will appear? 712】

[kista: Is the little king in love? 725】

Move the mouse over the reply button, and then move it away.

King Jin is very familiar with this name. Before the story of the little king was discovered by so many people, this netizen had already left a message. Every time King King updated, he could always see this name appearing on the first page.

And his message...

King Jin let go of the mouse, turned around and caught Tang Le who was running over again screaming.

What this kista said always made King Jin feel that he was not like an ordinary reader, but through those pictures and simple words, he quickly understood what King Jin really wanted to express every time.

There are some questions that even King Jin can't help asking himself.

King Jin wrapped himself in his arms and typed a long reply.

Tang Le's fingers scribbled on the screen: "Jin Jin, watch cartoons."

King Jin looked at the long string of words, and deleted each word, and then turned on the TV to play cartoons.

He's just not good at expressing, which doesn't mean that his feelings are lower than normal. He knew that he was attracted to Rhodes a long time ago, and the golden king told him that he liked it, but it was actually like a dream.

He is always unwilling to admit it, and he also resists approaching Rhodes proactively. In fact, the reason is not just because of his personality.

Rhodes always said that he was too strong and unwilling to reveal his fragile side, but King Jin actually knew very well that he was not too strong, but too fragile.

He didn't know what the ending would be, and he wasn't sure if he expected it.

Tang Le sat in front of him, and followed the opening song of the record with a tender voice.

King Jin thought for a while and opened the blog again.

[kista: The ending of the story, is the little king leaving the empty castle to wander with everyone, or staying in the castle, waiting for the next group of friends who don’t know when they will show up? 712——tokista: The little king doesn't like a person, so he will try to find a less lonely ending, but until that day, no one will know the result, right? 】