take the lamb to school

Chapter 54

"What are you going to tell me?"

Back in the dormitory, Yi Ling put down her schoolbag and sat in front of Bowen leisurely, waiting for what he was about to say.

Bowen hung his head dejectedly, grasping the bed sheet with both hands and pulling it into a flower, "You may not be able to understand what I'm going to say next, but I really wanted to say it for a long time, Yiling."

Bowen raised his head and glanced at Yi Ling, his eyes slowly moved down, and fixed on the hem of his swaying robe.

"I like you, Ealing."

The tone of this sentence was very solemn, so solemn that Yi Ling couldn't help but wonder, what's so incomprehensible?Don't you just like it?

"I like you too, Bowen." Yi Ling said.

"No!" Bowen's face was pale, his facial features were wrinkled, and he covered his face with his hands, "It's not like this."

"You asked me before—are there many kinds of likes? I'll tell you now, yes, Ealing. We have different kinds of likes for different people."

"We love Professor Dempsey and Mrs. Linde with respect; we love our classmates with friendship; we love cats and dogs with pity."

"There is another kind of liking——"

Bowen moved closer to Yi Ling, and said seriously: "There is another kind of liking, which includes love. It's like the liking between parents and lovers. Do you understand?"

Yi Ling looked into Bowen's expectant eyes and nodded unconsciously: "I understand, Bowen."

Bowen's eyelashes trembled, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a bitter smile: "My liking for you is the last one, Yiling."

Yi Ling's eyes widened in surprise, and his body froze. He recalled the captain of the guard he met in the palace, Mr. Bernie. He seemed to like men.

Bowen!Even so? !

Bowen likes men!

Yi Ling fully reacted, he stood up abruptly, and stammered: "You, you like me? You like me like you like a girl?"

Bowen looked at him intently: "If you have to understand it this way, then it is."

"I, I..." Yi Ling spoke incoherently, "How can this happen? You said you like me, Bowen. How can you like me like a parent or a lover?"

His voice became smaller and smaller, and Bowen continued: "Since you and His Royal Highness Vigal have become good friends, I feel that I am getting farther and farther away from you. I am very flustered, Yiling. I think we shouldn't do this , we can be closer, the first person you meet when you come to school is me, we eat together, sleep together, and go to class together. You are not only my deskmate, roommate, but also my best friend."

"I originally wanted to keep this special feeling for you in my heart and never tell you. I thought we could always be best friends with each other. But—"

"If you can also give this special love, why can't you entrust it to me, Yiling?"

Bowen complained in disappointment, with tears in his eyes.

"What are you talking about, Bowen? You are my good friend!" Yi Ling shook her head and racked her brains to explain, "I don't have any special liking, whether it's for you or His Royal Highness, It's all about 'friendly liking'."

The only difference is that His Royal Highness is a better friend than Bowen.

Looking at Yi Ling's bewildered expression, Bowen actually found some comfort in the pain.

He really doesn't understand.

He can't recognize other people's feelings for him, and he also misunderstands his own feelings.

"In this case, then just pretend I didn't say anything. It's just..." Bowen smiled softly, "Do you hate me now? Do you still want to be good friends with me, Yi Ling?"

Yi Ling was at a loss. He walked around the room like a bee that couldn't find its nest, frowning: "I don't know...how can I hate you? You are my friend, Bowen. Bowen It's my friend...it's never going to change, shall I pretend I didn't hear, Bowen! Then I'll just pretend I didn't!"

A light burst out of his eyes, and he shouted excitedly at Bowen: "You didn't say anything tonight, and I! I didn't hear anything. We are still good friends, Bowen!"

Bowen looked at Yi Ling's face: "Okay, as you wish."

What happened that night hit Yi Ling too hard. He washed in a panic, changed into his pajamas, and jumped up and down with his chest under the quilt.

Both of them didn't eat dinner, and Yi Ling still didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, his stomach was growling with hunger, he lifted the quilt and walked barefoot to the window, it was very dark, only the candles hanging on the flower tree were on.

Yi Ling sighed, and leaned out to feel the slightly cold wind outside the window.

He didn't understand why things had become like this.

Bowen confessed to him.

Yes, this should be a sincere confession.

Yi Ling thought, what does Bowen like about me?Does he like my face?

Yiling's face was indeed very pretty.In Ailiang, every time he went to the city, he always received a lot of goodwill; he was always the most popular person in school since he was a child.

If Bowen really liked him just because of his face, would he be able to let go of this liking when he found a better-looking person?

There was a rustling sound, and Yi Ling turned her head to see that Bowen was walking towards him in his nightgown and holding the bedside lamp.

"Can't sleep, Yiling?"

Yi Ling lowered her head, subconsciously avoiding Bowen's gaze: "Yes."

Bowen silently hung the lamp by the window, and took out a loaf of bread and butter from the cabinet.

The bread is wrapped in paper and sprinkled with shredded coconut, which looks delicious.

Yi Ling's stomach became even hungrier. Bowen broke open the bread and gave half of it to Yi Ling: "You said, we are still good friends, right?"

"Ah."

Yi Ling hesitated to take it, looked at Bowen, wiped the red corners of his eyes, and put the bread into his mouth.

"I don't want you to suffer for me, Ealing."

Bowen said: "I will let it go, you don't have to worry or worry, after eating it, we have a good sleep, and we have class tomorrow."

As he spoke, he showed a hearty and generous smile, just like the first day Yiling met him.

"...Thank you, Bowen."

Yi Ling squeezed the bread in his hand, looked up and smiled back at him: "You will always be my friend."

In the dim light, the good friends shared the same loaf of bread face to face. They handed each other handkerchiefs to wipe the stains. Hiding in the name of "friendship".

Bowen forgot to put the lamp hanging by the window back on the bed, so he could only curl up in the dark blanket, watching the tiny petals outside the window being blown in by the wind, he remembered the first day Ealing stood in front of the window , beautiful profile.

The side face was gradually blurred in the shadows, Bowen closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He said to himself in his heart: Hey, it's nothing, you are a nobleman.