not as sweet as you

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Xingzhou realized that the words were ambiguous, but seeing Luo Xing like this, he probably couldn't understand the yellow accent.

There is simply no explanation for the lack of 300 taels of silver here.

Luo Xing pursed his lips, his heart was numb from his teasing with a smile, his ears couldn't hear too small sounds, sometimes he had to stare at his mouth carefully to see clearly what he said What.

But these words were delivered very close, with a warm breath, like a big hand grabbing his heart suddenly, tightening it tightly.

Luo Xing couldn't breathe and backed away, Huo Xingzhou watched him shrink back like a trapped animal, his face turned red unnaturally, and he became playful: "Do you want it?"

Luo Xing looked at the smile on his mouth with difficulty. He didn't know which one he was asking. He wanted the signed book of "The Wind in Blood". Even if it wasn't a signed version, he would be very happy, but...

"Do you want it or not?" Huo Xingzhou deliberately forced him, raised his hand to pinch his uninjured hand, and rubbed it gently on the wrist bone.

"You should keep it for yourself." Luo Xing reluctantly repeated and said: "If you like it, just keep it."

Huo Xingzhou raised his head, worried: "...I like a ghost."

At this time, the class bell rang suddenly, and this class was Teacher Cheng's class.

Luo Xing remembered Teacher Cheng's explanation, saw him turn around and thought he was going to leave, so he grabbed his school uniform anxiously.

Huo Xingzhou glanced sideways at the fingers holding onto his school uniform, and moved his eyes along the thin arms to the same sharp face.

Luo Xing swallowed, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to class?"

"No."

Luo Xing originally prepared a response, but he didn't expect him to be so straightforward and useless, so he was discouraged.

Seeing his disappointed look, Huo Xingzhou didn't know where he was poked.

Suddenly sat back, looked at him and said, "My child, let me ask you. I have a ball game this Saturday, will you come to watch?"

Luo Xing bit his lower lip, he wanted to go, but this week he had to go back to No. [-] Middle School to pick up things, and he also wanted to see the principal, and the translation had to be done urgently.

"You come to see me play, I won't go out this class, how about it?"

Luo Xing saw that Teacher Cheng had already walked to the front door, fearing that Huo Xingzhou would be scolded again, he nodded quickly.

"Hurry up and sit down."

—

Cheng Limin stood on the podium and habitually glanced back, but Huo Xingzhou didn't slip out and didn't sleep, he lowered his head to read a book.

Transsexual?

He tilted his head again, oh.

Most likely, Luo Xing's persuasion had an effect.

It seems that it is better for students to talk to each other. Cheng Limin thinks from the bottom of his heart that the decision to arrange Luo Xing into his dormitory is simply wise.

Help each other, love and harmony.

Look, how seriously the two of them study!

Huo Xingzhou looked carelessly at Luo Xing's side face. After looking at it for a while, he found that others were taking notes with their heads down in class, and looked up at the teacher and the blackboard writing from time to time.

He seemed to be staring at the teacher the whole time, and only when he turned around to write on the blackboard did he lower his head to write something in the notes, or "blind writing" without lowering his head.

"Hey, let me have a look at your notes." Huo Xingzhou raised his hand, stretched out a fingertip with his left hand and tapped his elbow, "Let me see what you wrote."

Luo Xing was stunned for a moment, then quickly completed the handwriting on the top, and gently pushed towards him. Huo Xingzhou looked down and saw that the handwriting was neat and beautiful, it didn't look like it was written without reading the book.

Although it looked like flowing clouds and flowing water, each word had a seemingly indistinct hardness. Huo Xingzhou propped his chin to read his words, and then turned his head to look at him.

Although he looked soft, there was a kind of indifference and rejection coming from nowhere, facing Zhang Xuan's neither humble nor overbearing green apple, it just hit Huo Xingzhou's soft spot.

"Give it back to you."

Luo Xing took it and pulled it to his position, but he held it down again. He lowered his voice and asked, "I played the game that day, will you cheer me on if you come?"

He thought about it, Luo Xing's temper should not be like those girls screaming and shouting, but if he was in a place within his reach, he would wave the flag for him...

Huo Xingzhou's heart was hot, and he stretched out to scratch his palm, teasing him.

"Will you come?"

Luo Xing knew that once he met him, he would not be able to attend class well, so he pursed his lips, quickly glanced at Cheng Limin on the podium, turned to the last page of handwriting, tore off a corner, wrote a sentence and pushed it over.

——You pay attention to the class, and I will go.

Huo Xingzhou took a look at the note, and sure enough he didn't speak anymore. He was quiet for the whole class and didn't know what he was thinking. He sat there with his long legs stretched out and was very obedient.

A class passed quickly.

Cheng Limin nodded to Luoxing in satisfaction, and left get out of class with a smile on his face. Before leaving, he explained: "This week, the time for the big break is temporarily adjusted. You can go home after the small class in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. Be careful when you go back. Study hard at home."

The small class in the afternoon is only one hour after cleaning during the lunch break, which is equivalent to 02:30 in the afternoon before you can go home from school.

Hu Jiawen originally sat in front of Luo Xing, but now that he switched positions, there was an extra seat in the middle.

He stretched forward and knocked on the table: "Luo Xing, are you going home?"

The classroom was already noisy, and his voice was not too loud, so Luo Xing didn't hear it.

Hu Jiawen walked around to the back, and knocked on Luoxing's desk again: "It's a big break this week, are you still going home? It's not easy to take a taxi at the gate of our school, and the bus is packed to death. Where do you live? Why don't you carpool together?" Bar."

Luo Xing paused his writing fingers, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm not going home."

Hu Jiawen groaned: "We can only have a big rest once a month, and usually only half a day off, aren't your parents at home?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Huo Xingzhou felt that after Hu Jiawen said such an unintentional remark, Luo Xing's face suddenly turned pale, he blinked unnaturally, and the corners of his mouth curled into a line, as if he was holding back something.

Huo Xingzhou frowned, and when Luo Xing and Hu Jiawen talked, they asked and answered, which was much more natural than when talking to himself, and he clicked: "Which way is it, you live in Canghua, and it would be disgusting for a bird to fly over to shit strenuous."

Hu Jiawen thought so too, but didn't he just want to go with Luo Xing? Why did he react so violently, he pouted and left.

-

Probably because of the good news of the adjustment of the big break, the students didn't even have much interest in the afternoon practice time.

In twos and threes, they bumped their heads together and chatted, talking about what new dramas their idols have recently acted in, and what new songs they have released.

Many people took out their mobile phones to play games, and the rest chatted on WeChat and watched TV dramas unscrupulously.

Class Nine has always been a negative teaching material for the whole school, and there are some second-generation miners who are mixed with fish and dragons here.

Only Cheng Limin still had hope for them, and he gave full play to the light and heat of the gardener, hoping to repair their small trees and make them slip away.

Luo Xing took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to his former roommate, telling him to pick up his things on Friday afternoon and asking if he would be in the dormitory.

Soon there was a reply.

--ah?Your things were taken away by your mother.

Luo Xing's heart sank, and he closed the chat interface after replying, his fingertips paused on a name for a long time, as if he wanted to click but didn't want to.

As a result, one click opened, and the chat box showed that the other party was talking...

A few minutes later, the phone vibrated, and the screen flashed, showing that it was a voice message.

Probably because there was no response, Zhao Jiulan sent another message, this time it was text, not long, but every word was heartbreaking.

Luo Xing pressed the message blankly. After so many years, he has long been invulnerable, "I have a big rest this week. I want to go home and get my clothes and daily necessities."

Huo Xingzhou leaned against the door frame of the back door, looked at Luo Xing's drooping head, thought of something, turned his head and left.

-

On Friday afternoon, Luo Xing, who always stayed in the classroom the longest, left after class. Huo Xingzhou returned to the classroom after playing ball, and only had time to see an empty seat.

The weather in Jiangcheng was cloudy and cloudy, the morning was still sunny and the sky began to be covered with dark clouds at noon. Luoxing stood under the crumbling stop sign and watched the pattering rain fall. The ground was completely wet after a while.

He stood in, only half of his body was wet.

The air conditioner on the bus was fully turned on, and he couldn't help shivering, because there were so many people that he couldn't pull the pull ring, and the bus was bumpy from stop to stop, so he could only use his feet to close the air conditioner with difficulty. up.

Someone got out of the car, Luo Xing looked up and saw that there were no old, weak, sick or disabled people who needed to give up their seats, and sat on it by himself. He leaned against the car window to watch the rain getting heavier and heavier.

The shop entrances on both sides of the road were full of people sheltering from the rain. In the pastry shop, a mother and child were sitting by the window. The child held a spoon high and fed it to the mother. The young mother smiled and rubbed it. son's head.

Luo Xing looked away, took out his phone and looked at it. The weather forecast said that the rain would continue for another four hours.

He looked at the cake box on his lap, and wiped the water stains on it with his sleeve. On the light yellow outer packaging, there were two cartoon little rabbits, feeding the big rabbits with their feet.

This cake is Zhao Jiulan's favorite, and he would buy a small piece almost every day, and he ate it once.

On the day when he was diagnosed as almost deaf, a man came to visit him in the ward. Zhao Jiulan was very happy that day and fed him a bite. It was very sweet and had a slight chestnut flavor.

Luo Xing looked up, looked at the top of the bus, and thought in a mess in his mind, he had worked hard to be good, neighbors and teachers said he was very good, what else could he not do well.

More than seven years have passed since his ninth birthday, and the chestnut-flavored cake seems to be still on the tip of his tongue, but he can't remember whether Zhao Jiulan rubbed his head that day and said he was good.

Can't remember, that kind of detail.

I just remember that he couldn't hear at that time, he was very flustered, scared and wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to show it, Zhao Jiulan didn't like it.

The drive was very long, and when the terminal was approaching, the sky seemed to be darkened. The driver turned on the interior lights and found that there was a person sitting behind him. He was leaning against the window and thought he was asleep.

"Kid, where are you going?"

Luo Xing came back to his senses, "The terminal."