not as sweet as you

The driver said oh and stopped talking, and the frequency of the wipers became faster and faster, and even he muttered: "The rain is too heavy, and the road can't be seen."

……

Luo Xing was afraid that his phone would get wet, so he put it in his schoolbag all the time, but he was afraid that the cake would fall apart, so he could only hold it in his arms. After getting out of the car, he took a step and rushed into the rain curtain.

They lived in the former family courtyard, and all the surrounding areas were demolished. Only this old building became more and more dilapidated in the wind, frost, rain and snow, showing the old atmosphere of the years.

The neighbor's grandmother came out to pour water, and almost poured a pot of boiling water on him. She was startled and hurried to get an umbrella: "Little boy, why did you come back in the rain? Didn't your mother pick you up? Come here and hide from the rain."

Luo Xing hugged the cake box and said to her, "It's okay, I'll go home first, see you Grandma Zhou."

"Come and eat a piece of candy cake... hey little boy..." Grandma Zhou looked at Luo Xing's back and sighed.

Zhao Jiulan lives in the same compound as her, and has never spoken to her. She is withdrawn and weird. On the contrary, the child raised by her family is not good.

Grandma Zhou turned around and saw her little grandson, and sighed.

"Lele, look at your elder brother Luoxing, who has been very good since he was a child. He is very polite and shouts at everyone he sees, and he doesn't play naughty outside. He goes home after school and does his homework. Look at you again. I'll know it all day long. Play games." Grandma Zhou scolded, and took out a freshly steamed sugar cake from the pot on one side, put it on a small plate, and handed it to him.

"Thank you, grandma." Lele put down the phone, but Pan Zi looked up and smiled sweetly: "Lele is also very good!"

Grandma Zhou pinched his little face and smiled: "Eat slowly, don't burn it, ouch... ouch, what a big mouthful, is it delicious?"

Lele's mouth was full, and she nodded indistinctly: "Grandma's sweet cake is the best, you should try it too." He picked up a piece and handed it to grandma.

Grandma Zhou bent down to eat, rubbed his head with a smile: "Lele is really grandma's little heart, the pain is not in vain!"

Lele sat on the chair dangling her legs and finished eating in two mouthfuls, then handed back the plate: "Grandma, I want another one! The big one!"

Grandma Zhou took it and lifted the bridle with a smile: "Okay, big!"

Luo Xing walked around half of the courtyard and returned to the small courtyard at the back. He pushed the door and did not open it. He was completely frozen and shivering from the cold, and he could hardly hold the key firmly.

It was difficult to insert it into the keyhole, and it couldn't be twisted.

It must have been a new lock.

Luo Xing didn't insist anymore, he stuffed the keys into the side pocket of his schoolbag, stood under the eaves of the door, shook off the rain on his head, and unscrewed the hem of his shirt.

The cake box in his arms was a little wet, with rain dripping down his chin, he raised his hand to wipe it off, and opened it to see if the cake inside was not scattered or wet.

relieved.

Fortunately.

He looked at the rain curtain in a daze. After some time, it seemed that the rain had become a little light. A faint rainbow appeared in the southeast.

Luo Xing raised his hand, just about to touch the rainbow when he heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning behind him, immediately put down his hand and turned around.

"Are you back?" Zhao Jiulan gave him a disgusted look, caught a glimpse of his drenched hair dripping with water, and frowned: "Why didn't you knock on the door."

"Just got home and wanted to knock."

Luo Xing smiled with difficulty, carefully protected his arms all the way, and handed her the cake that didn't fall apart even though he was soaked: "Mom, this cake you like, I saw it on the way back, so I bought it a little bit."

Zhao Jiulan stood under the dry porch, looked down at Luo Xing outside, and picked it up coldly.

Luo Xing breathed a sigh of relief: "Today I..."

She raised her hand fiercely.

The cake fell to pieces on the ground.

The cardboard box collapsed on the ground, and the light yellow cream dripped out from the cracks of the box, was drenched by the rain, wrapped up in a long stream and flowed into the sewer.

Luo Xing stared blankly at the marks left by the cream, another thunderbolt struck from the sky, and it rained even more heavily, making him unable to open his eyes.

"Did you go to the hospital to see Hua Zhensheng?" Zhao Jiulan asked.

Hua Zhensheng is the principal's name, Luo Xing nodded: "The principal is injured, I want to go see him for you."

"Watch it for me? He got you to visit him on his own. Your grades are completely at the level of No. [-] middle school. He sent you to No. [-] middle school to take advantage of it and take your place!" Zhao Jiulan sneered and said, "Or You mean I did something wrong and I need you to admit it and apologize?"

The rain was pouring down violently, Luo Xing spoke with difficulty breathing, and only after swallowing the rainwater halfway could he speak: "No, I just went to have a look."

Zhao Jiulan: "He's hurting you! He hurt you once seven years ago. If I hadn't taken you to another school in time, you would have been ruined by him. You have forgotten all my education for so many years!"

"I haven't forgotten."

He did not forget.

That day, she used a textbook to deprive him of [-]% of his hearing.

Luo Xing raised his brows, feeling cold from his bones, he was shivering in the freezing weather of October.

"Come in, don't use that cute face to pretend to be pitiful to win other people's sympathy, and let people know that I won't let you in."

Zhao Jiulan picked up the umbrella leaning against the door, opened it and walked ahead, Luo Xing glanced at the cake that had become trash, blinked, and raised his hand to wipe the rain from his eyes.

Luo Xing sneezed lightly, didn't follow her into the house, but stood in the rain and said softly, "I'll go change my clothes first."

This small yard is not too small, and there are many strange flowers planted on both sides, which grow very well.

There are three houses in this small courtyard, the one with a small attic is where Zhao Jiulan lives, and the side of the corner gate is where Luo Xing has lived since he was born, it is cold and humid and there is no sun all year round.

He pushed open the door and went in, because no one had been in for a long time, there was a musty and decaying smell, he turned on the light, illuminating the small room.

There was a small wooden board on the ground, and countless thick and thin textbooks were piled up on it. Many people couldn't understand the difficult and obscure ones, but he started learning them in elementary school.

When other children were mischievous and acting like a baby, he was in this small room, buried in these difficult knowledge.

Luo Xing retracted his gaze and looked at the bed in the corner. It was a bit small, and he slept on it when he was in junior high school.

There was his school luggage on the ground, and he found one and changed it, and then packed the wet clothes in a plastic bag, put them in the luggage bag and zipped it up.

He took out the umbrella, took a deep breath and propped it up, without looking at the separate small house opposite, went straight to the eaves of the main house, put the umbrella aside before entering the door, and did not come out when he heard her on the phone Noise, just stand still.

Zhao Jiulan has a cat, which is her baby, a snow-white cat of unknown breed, with two eyes of different colors, one golden and blue, sleeping on her lap.

There is a handmade cat climbing frame by the window, a cat sleeping basket made by Zhao Jiulan, and some imported cat food on the cabinet.

She stroked the cat's back gently, for fear of hurting it.

Luo Xing looked at it calmly. From the time he could remember until now, he had never received the slightest smile from Zhao Jiulan. He would rather give such tenderness to a cat than to give it to him.

After so many years, he didn't know why.

When he was a child, he took the No.1 exam for the first time, and when he held it in front of her, she gave him a cold oh.

Later, when he grew up, he won No.1 in various competitions and reached the peak in every field he came into contact with, but he still failed to get Zhao Jiulan's care.

He didn't understand when he was a child, but when he grew up, he gradually understood that Zhao Jiulan had nothing but hatred for him, the hatred that went deep into his blood.

October 28th is tomorrow, which is probably why she called herself back.

Luo Xing didn't know what kind of day it was, he only knew that this day, even if he didn't make her unhappy, he had to spend it in that dark little house.

From the heart and mind to do the best to pray for mother's gentleness and praise to the final discouragement, Luo Xing now no longer expects others to give him a little warmth.

All he can rely on is himself.

Luo Xing turned his head and looked out the door. Zhao Jiulan sneered at him after finishing the phone call: "You are grown up now, and I will beg you to come back every time you go home."

Luo Xing bowed his head and remained silent.

Zhao Jiulan stared at him fiercely, as if looking at an enemy.

"I never lied to you." Luo Xing raised his head, "The teaching quality of No. [-] Middle School is also very good. Although the admission rate is not as good as that of No. [-] Middle School, there are more line cards in No. [-] Middle School. Mom, my grades will not drop."

Zhao Jiulan's complexion was not much better, looking at his increasingly familiar face, she wished to tear him apart: "Your grades will not drop, if I hadn't bothered to educate you since childhood, you would have already I don’t know what kind of degeneration it has become, and now you still have the right to say such things in front of me?”

Luo Xing lowered his eyes.

"I heard that you have been transferred to class nine. What class is that? How can you guarantee that you are a mixed bag? What can you learn by following those mischievous and bad students? I will ask their principal to change you to eleventh class." Go to class."

"I won't change." Luo Xing looked up.

Snapped!

As soon as Luo Xing raised his head, Zhao Jiulan slapped him hard before he could react, half of his face went numb.

"I said earlier that you are just like him, and all the blood in your bones is low. If I don't teach you well, you will become as low as him sooner or later."

Zhao Jiulan clenched her nails fiercely, the hatred in her eyes could almost tear him to pieces.

Luo Xing didn't move, his cheeks were so hot that he didn't even need to look to know that he was scratched by a nail. He didn't want to find out who the "he" was in her mouth since he was a child, and he didn't care about his injuries.

He couldn't bear to be in the same class as Huo Xingzhou, just now he felt that God had a little pity for him.

This was the only time in his life that he didn't listen to her, and it was also the only time that he followed his heart and rebelled once.

He doesn't want to go to Class Eleven.

"are you going!"

"Don't go."