take the lamb to school

Ealing and Bowen seem to be back in the past.

It's funny to say that it only took one day from their quarrel to Bowen's unexpected confession to reconciliation.

And this day was a thrilling day for Yi Ling.

First, sharing lunch with His Royal Highness annoyed Bowen, and then had some unpleasantness with His Royal Highness, and then he was misunderstood to steal a book, clarified, and finally Bowen sent another "surprise" that he didn't want to receive.

Fortunately, they did not break up because of this "surprise".

But is it really the same as before?

Yi Ling secretly watched Bowen put on a mask-like smiling face, feeling a little sad.

Is there a better solution, Yi Ling asked herself.

He couldn't figure it out, and spent two weeks in a daze.

The past two weeks have been extremely difficult for Ealing.The previous quarrel between him and His Royal Highness happened to be related to Bowen. Yi Ling didn't dare to let His Royal Highness know the absurd thing of "Bowen confessed to him", so he could only suppress the melancholy in his heart to deal with the awkward Prince.

Yes, cope.

Ealing used the word "cope."

Everyone!This is not to say that Yi Ling felt tired or bored with the idol he had always trusted, but——

Ealing was a pure child by nature, unable to put on another mask very well--his friend Bowen did a lot better than him.

Yi Ling thought, she was obviously sad, sad for the friendship between him and Bowen, which seemed to be bright as before, but was actually in jeopardy, but she couldn't confide to His Royal Highness, instead she kept it from him and forced a smile in front of him.

This is not what to deal with?

Yi Ling thought that there was a high probability that His Royal Highness would not be able to see his "handling" with the prince, but the fact was just the opposite.

As easily as he had seen through Bowen's mask, so had Virgar seen through his.

It's just that Virgar didn't understand the hidden truth. He thought that Ealing was sad for Sidney's slander.

On the other side, Bowen silently watched Yi Ling's emotional struggles.

Bowen was not indifferent.

If Yi Ling really pretended to go back in time before that night as if nothing had happened, Bowen would be even more aggrieved. Get rid of it.

On the contrary, it was Yi Ling's melancholy attitude that soothed Bowen's broken heart incomparably and appropriately.

He thought to himself comfortingly: At least, as a friend, Yi Ling cares about me, doesn't he.

When Ealing said goodbye to Bowen the night before the holiday, Bowen took his hand and said in a low voice:

"I said long ago that I don't want you to suffer for me, Yiling. You don't have to feel sorry for me. In fact, I should be the one who should be sorry. I know that you can't respond to me, but I still gave you trouble." Such a problem."

"Because of my selfishness, we are in such an embarrassing situation. It's all my fault. You don't have to think about making up for it. Our friendship is like the flowers of Minsaru. It always blooms undefeated. If there is a crack, please allow time to heal it. Let nature take its course is the best way."

Looking at Bowen's handsome face, Yi Ling felt the warmth of the skin on the back of his hand, and he finally figured it out.

The answer to that question is - no.

There is no better solution.

It is impossible for him to accept Bowen's confession against his heart, and it is inevitable that things will develop into this situation.

As Bowen said, perhaps letting nature take its course is the best way.

"Honorable Highness... I will go back to the palace a little later tomorrow, please don't worry about me, and don't send Archer to pick me up."

Yi Ling dipped in the ink and continued to write while reading:

"I have something to do... The carpenter I mentioned last time... I found a good partner for him, I hope he likes it."

"See you tomorrow, Your Highness."

The next day.

Yiling came to Minsalu South City with ease.

He didn't come empty-handed this time, he carried a basket.

The basket was covered with a dark blue cashmere cloth, leaving a corner empty.

Yi Ling looked around for a while, quietly placed the basket at the door of Mr. Carpenter's house, and then knocked on the door.

"Knock knock."

Tulio in the house put down the tools in his hand, and opened the door in bewilderment.

Who would come to him now?The previous customer's job was just completed yesterday, and the new order will not come so quickly under normal circumstances.Could it be a neighbor?

Tulio smiled slightly. People on this street called him a weirdo behind his back, and Tulio was very self-aware of his notoriety-thanks to the neighbors who publicized his eccentricity.

Turio scowled.

The door opened, and there was no one in sight.

He lowered his head and saw a delicate wooden basket.

Tulio leaned forward and called out, "Who put the basket here?"

Passers-by turned their heads to look at him when they heard it. No one wanted to talk to him, so they all quickened their pace, letting the words blow in the wind.

"It's so strange..." Tulio squatted down, only to find a note stuck to the handle of the basket, which read:

"A gift from a passerby.

— to Tullio

"Ah, God of Light!" Tulio's face trembled, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it for me, a gift?"

When he said this, he still couldn't believe it, and wondered if he had sent it by mistake. Maybe there was a second man named Turio on this street.

But soon, he couldn't hold back his excitement at all, and lifted the cloth.

A white milk cat curled up quietly in the basket, as if asleep.

"Oh!"

Tulio sighed happily, wiped his hands on the apron several times helplessly, and picked up the basket with both hands.

When he entered the door, he suddenly remembered the cat who came here to rub a piece of bread on him last time.

The cat is also white.

A wonderful idea flashed through the mind of the carpenter.

Is this milk cat the child of that white cat?

On the opposite roof, Yi Ling watched Mr. Carpenter take the basket in, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He found out last time that Mr. Carpenter is very fond of cats, and according to the description of the neighbors nearby, this gentleman with a somewhat withdrawn personality is not good at dealing with people.

So, what better company than a cat.

Yi Ling was very well prepared. He was worried that Mr. Carpenter would not be able to keep cats, so he asked His Royal Highness for some experience.

However, His Royal Highness's experience is obtained from Xueqiu, that is, himself. After all, he is not a real cat, so this experience cannot be completely used as a reference.

So Yi Ling asked a classmate who had a cat at home, and put together a booklet and put it under the basket.

The morning sun shone brightly, Yi Ling flicked her tail and ran towards the palace.