not as sweet as you

Huo Xingzhou frowned, let out a displeasure sound, opened his eyes for a long time, and lowered his slightly red eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Don't sleep yet." Luo Xing saw that he was frowning tightly and looked very uncomfortable, so he softened his voice to coax him: "Just a while, okay? You sleep again when we go home, I can't hug you."

"Just sleep for a while." Huo Xingzhou's consciousness was chaotic, his heart was softened by some word, and he hummed: "You can't hold me, I will hold you."

The arm that was originally on Luo Xing's shoulder suddenly moved down, moved to his waist, wrapped him around, pressed him into his arms, and put his chin on his shoulder.

Luo Xing was held tightly in his arms, because he was not as tall as him, and his waist was held by him, so he could only slightly stand on tiptoe, sticking to him tightly.

Being hugged by him, Luo Xing inevitably turned his head away, avoiding his intruding breath, his ears turned red slightly.

Huo Xingzhou drank alcohol, his body was hot, and his heartbeat could even beat directly on his chest through the skin, and he stopped and let go of his heartbeat.

"Don't, don't hug me." There were people coming and going at the entrance of the inn, many people were watching, Luo Xing pushed him nervously: "There are many people here, it's not good to be seen."

"Huh?" Huo Xingzhou was confused, he hummed lazily, and rubbed against his shoulder, "What are you hugging?"

Luo Xing's hands and feet were weak from his breathing, and the nerves in his neck were about to collapse. He tilted his head back, "Let me go."

It was the first time for him to deal with a drunk person, and he didn't know what method to use, so he could only raise his head hard, trying to bring him back to sobriety.

"There are a lot of people here, don't..."

Huo Xingzhou lowered his head, kissed his inconspicuous Adam's apple, and gently closed his teeth.

"Hmm..." Luo Xing's legs went limp, and he grabbed his arm with trembling fingertips, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Huo... Xingzhou."

Huo Xingzhou, as if on purpose, pinched his waist and pressed tightly into his arms, pressed his fingertips hard on his waist and twisted it.

"Hmm..." A huge puff of water vapor filled Luo Xing's eyes instantly, his breathing was short of breath, and his teeth were chattering.

Huo Xingzhou lowered his head, pinched his chin to meet him, pressed his forehead slightly, and blinked his eyes.

Luo Xing was forced to look into his eyes, because after drinking, his eyes were not very clear, with a hint of haze and deepness, and his breathing was a bit heavy.

"Huo Xingzhou...I..."

"Why are you so noisy."

He stretched out his free hand, gently covered Luo Xing's eyes, bowed his head and kissed her.

-

Huo Xingzhou had a drunken frenzy at the entrance of the inn, kissed Luo Xing thoroughly, and finally got into the car and tightly clasped his fingers, sleeping deeply and quietly.

When he got out of the car, he still refused to let go.

The driver laughed and joked, which made Luo Xing blush and didn't know how to explain it. He could only say that he was his brother, who was drunk and drunk.

"Need help?" the driver asked.

"No, I'll just take him by myself, thank you master."

While hugging Huo Xingzhou with difficulty, Luo Xing gave some money to the driver, took a long breath, and helped him walk towards the gate.

He was so drunk that Luo Xing almost exhausted all his strength.

Huo Xingzhou refused to let go, he could only hold his waist with difficulty while going to press the fingerprint lock with him, and then helped him up the stairs.

He just didn't cooperate, and the tip of his nose rubbed against his neck, making his feet go weak.

"Huo Xingzhou, don't make trouble."

"Do not."

"..." Luo Xing was a little helpless. He didn't expect that Huo Xingzhou would be so unreasonable when he was drunk. Although he didn't make much sense when he was not drunk, but this is also...

The alcohol-smelling breath around his neck clung to the skin of his neck, because he couldn't hear it, so his other aspects of touch would be more sensitive and sensitive.

It was already difficult for him to resist Huo Xingzhou's touch, but with such a combination, his hands and feet were even weaker.

Feng Jia didn't lie, Huo Xingzhou's drinking capacity was basically one cup, and it was a blessing from heaven that he could last until he ate cake.

Luo Xing looked at him, couldn't help but blushed again, and felt a little hot when he touched his lips, it was his first kiss.

It smells of strawberries, it smells of wine.

There is also the smell of Huo Xingzhou.

It was enough for him to treasure it for a lifetime. All the things of Huo Xingzhou treasured in that small box were not as precious as this kiss.

Luo Xing rested for a while, then got up from the ground again, went to the bathroom and twisted a towel out to wipe his face and hands, took off his shoes and covered him with a quilt, and hurriedly tidied up, and then he saw that it was already midnight.

He didn't know where he could live, and it was not easy to climb into bed to sleep with him, so he just lay on the edge of the bed and looked at his sleeping face.

This time I can finally boldly watch him sleep, without worrying about being discovered by him, or being caught suddenly.

The lips that kissed him just now were thin and moist, but when he kissed him, his mind was blank, he couldn't remember anything, he couldn't remember whether it was cold or hot, only the face and breath that were close at hand.

All the nerve cells gathered at one point, clamoring for Huo Xingzhou to kiss him.

Although it was just a game, he still felt extremely satisfied. No matter what the circumstances were, he regarded it as a sincere kiss.

And the later one, although he was a drunken "drinking maniac".

He is also willing to treat it as a kiss from his heart.

The huge house was extremely quiet, Luo Xing couldn't hear the slight sound of breathing, but felt buzzing in his mind for no reason.

Huo Xingzhou fell asleep right in front of him.

very close.

You can almost reach out and touch him.

Luo Xing turned his head sideways, resisting the finger that wanted to stretch out to describe him, and put it under his face. He never thought that one day he would be able to watch him sleep so closely.

Luo Xing swallowed his saliva and called softly, "Huo Xingzhou."

The person on the bed breathed steadily, and did not react at all to the sound. Luo Xing boldly climbed onto the bed, lowered his head gently, kissed his eyes, and quickly shrank back.

His heart was beating wildly, as if he had been exposed for doing something bad, Luo Xing pressed his chest and said softly, "Huo Xingzhou, do you know that I really like you."

He knelt on the bed, wishing he could use kisses to describe Huo Xingzhou's eyes, nose and lips, engraving his facial features in his heart bit by bit.

"In the whole world, I only like you." Luo Xing quietly took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, then leaned over gently, and kissed his lower lip.

"If you don't speak, I will assume that you like me too."

With trembling hands, he took several photos before he took a picture that was slightly clearer. Then he saved the photo in a private album with trembling hands, and added a very complicated password.

This is his secret.

-

Huo Xingzhou woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. He lifted the quilt and wanted to get up, but his hands sank. He raised his eyebrows and saw that Luo Xing had fallen asleep lying on his hands in a small ball.

The moonlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his side face in a dim light, with slender eyelashes, red lips, and slightly fluttering nostrils due to breathing. With his hands under his face, he slept obediently and defenselessly.

He was half on the bed, with his knees bent and leaning against the edge of the bed. He should have fallen asleep after taking care of him last night.

Huo Xingzhou looked at him with a broken smile, and suddenly remembered the day he just transferred to another school, how he treated Zhang Xuan neither humble nor overbearing.

I'm in my third year of high school, and No. [-] Middle School has fewer holidays than other schools. Apart from going out for a meal with Feng Jia and the others, I seldom go out to play around.

This was the first time he drank alcohol since his third year in high school, and he ended up drinking too much.

I have a terrible headache.

Huo Xingzhou exhaled, got up lightly, picked him up and carried him to bed.

Luo Xing subconsciously burrowed into his arms, and his lips moved, not knowing whether it was dream talking or smacking.

Two thin white hands clenched, fingertips grabbed the fabric of his chest, and nestled into his arms like a kitten.

Huo Xingzhou was amused by his unconscious action, "Oh, come in again."

The phone vibrated under the pillow, Huo Xingzhou picked it up and took a look.

--You went home?

Huo Xingzhou turned over and sat up in a jerk, and immediately replied: I'm back, Mom, aren't you on a business trip!You're back?

Wu Suyan made a video call, but Huo Xingzhou hung up in a hurry.

There are people here.

Huo Xingzhou moved his arm and wanted to push it away to answer the phone, but he buried him in his arms, and refused to let go no matter what.

Wu Suyan sent a voice over: "Why are you hanging up on my phone?"

"It's inconvenient to sleep."

Wu Suyan sneered: "It's not convenient for you, is it convenient for you to beat someone, does your hand hurt?"

Huo Xingzhou was silent for a few seconds, "He still dares to sue."

"I didn't file a complaint. The teacher Cheng that his parents asked for said that you had a concussion. Now I am extremely afraid of school. I will go home tomorrow and go to the hospital to apologize."

He didn't even move his hands, so he had a concussion?

-

The curtains were not drawn last night, Huo Xingzhou woke up almost at dawn, the sunlight softly shone in, covered his dark sheets and quilt, and then sprinkled on the face of the person in his arms.

He was very obedient when he was sleeping, barely moving, just nestled in his arms all night, like a kitten, occasionally licking his lips unconsciously.

The sun coated him with a layer of golden light, Huo Xingzhou thought it was fun, and hung vacantly to shade him from the sun.

Probably because of the discomfort of being photographed, Luo Xing's eyelashes in his arms trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

Dazed for a few seconds, looking at the chest close at hand and the familiar smell, his consciousness returned instantly, and when he raised his head, he bumped into Huo Xingzhou's chin.

"Hiss..." Huo Xingzhou rubbed his chin in pain, "Little white-eyed wolf, I hugged you all night, give me a hug when you wake up, murder?"

Luo Xing raised his hand apologetically, but he wanted to touch it but didn't dare to touch it back, "I'm sorry."

Huo Xingzhou held his back and pressed it against him, then took his hand and put it on his chin, deliberately teasing him: "Look, I've broken a bone."

Luo Xing came out of his arms nervously, carefully touched his chin to check it, and raised his hand to press it lightly after being hit by the bump just now: "Does it hurt?"

"pain."

Luo Xing's eyes were red with guilt, and a layer of water vapor appeared in his eyes as he spoke. Seeing that those deer eyes were about to cry, Huo Xingzhou tapped his forehead with two fingers together: "You can't call me Brother Sheng!" It hurts."

"Brother?" Luo Xing yelled along him in a daze, but when he finished yelling and saw his eyes smiling, he realized that he was deliberately teasing himself, blushed and stretched out his hand to push him.

"You lied to me again."

Huo Xingzhou hugged him in a good mood, rubbed his head and said with a smile, "I lied to you, why did I wrong you?"

"You, you weren't hurt at all."

"Why isn't it hurt? Check to see if it's red." Huo Xingzhou led his hand to touch his chin, "It really hurts."

Luo Xing touched his chin, the temperature under his palm was scorching hot, the mandible rubbed against his palm, Huo Xingzhou lowered his head slightly, and kissed lightly on his palm.

"Monfrer..."

! !

Huo Xingzhou was shocked, and the fingers holding his wrist unconsciously tightened, "What did you call me just now?"

Luo Xing blinked his eyes, blushing and wanted to hide but was pressed hard by him and couldn't move. The brother just said had exhausted all his courage, and now he couldn't speak no matter what.

"I, I'm going to get up."

"Call again." Huo Xingzhou pinched his wrist, feeling the person under his palm trembling, taking in a thin breath, gently touching his heart.

"Screw in Chinese." Huo Xingzhou gently rubbed his palms, and led him coaxingly: "Just scream, be obedient."

Luo Xing bit his lip, and shook his head with flushed cheeks, his eyes were filled with water vapor, making him look so pitiful that he wanted to be bullied no matter how he looked at it.

Huo Xingzhou remembered the appearance of Liu Mengya deliberately letting him drink last night, that little wolf dog Luo Xing looked like, smiled and nodded his lips: "You really don't bark?"

Luo Xing desperately shook his head.

"Okay, if you don't bark, don't bark." Huo Xingzhou just wanted to get up, and suddenly remembered something, "I was drunk last night, how did you bring me back, is it serious?"

Luo Xing nodded subconsciously.

Huo Xingzhou's heart was so soft that he stretched out his hand to hold his waist, and before he could react, he overwhelmed him, making a gesture to uncover the hem of his clothes, "Let me see if it's crushed."

Luo Xing's waist is the most ticklish, especially when Huo Xingzhou touches him, he is even more sensitive, but when he holds it like this, he feels soft and panicked, unable to use all his strength, struggling nervously: "It's not crushed, it's not crushed, you Don't mess with me."

Huo Xingzhou trapped him under him, and moved his two fingers closer together. Luo Xing instantly understood the meaning of his action, and didn't know where he was going to knock, so he simply covered his face with both hands.

"Tired?"

Luo Xing didn't react, and quietly left a slit between his eyes with two fingers to look at him: "What?"

"Take care of me last night, are you tired?" Huo Xingzhou completed, took his left hand and squeezed it, held it in his palm, and hung his body up like this.

"Not tired, you've been sleeping, so I wiped your hands and face for you." Luo Xing pursed his lips, he didn't finish speaking, in fact, he secretly kissed him while he was drunk and fell asleep.

His face suddenly turned red again.

"You not only touched my hands this time, but also touched my face. Do I have to charge for it?" Huo Xingzhou looked at him with a smile in his eyes, paused and said, "I also served as a humanoid pillow for you all night. How do you charge for the fee?"

It's okay not to talk about this, but when Luo Xing talked about it, he became even more shy, avoiding his sight, and whispered: "Why don't you push me away."

Huo Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "I wanted to push, I was the one who got out of bed to drink water, but as soon as you hugged me to bed, you crawled into my arms like a kitten, you can't be clingy, I have to hug you every time I drink water, and there are still two glass corpses in the kitchen."

Luo Xing lowered his head in embarrassment, and didn't dare to look at him for a long time: "Then I... am I sleepy?"

"The skin is not skin, she nestled in my arms motionless, clingy..." Huo Xingzhou reached out and stroked Luo Xing's eyelashes, making him blink, lowered his voice, and said next to his ear: "Thanks I'm going down to drink water, and I can hold you with one hand, and I'm going to the bathroom, what do you think?"

It was the first time that Luo Xing heard his voice so carefully. The low voice just after the voice change period, with a little smile and breath, was sent deep around the cochlea, and his legs were almost weak.

"...Don't, don't say it..." Luo Xing's shy eyes turned red, he bit a small white crescent on his lower lip, and his cheeks flushed so that he could stop talking.

Huo Xingzhou really didn't dare to say any more, for fear that he would cry if he continued to tease.

"Get up when you wake up. After a long rest, don't stay in bed."

Huo Xingzhou rubbed his head, got up and got out of bed, opened the closet door, turned over two shirts, changed one by himself, and threw the other to Luo Xing.

"You wear my clothes, yours are a bit dirty, so take them off and wash them, and you can put them on after they dry again."

Luo Xing held his shirt, and there was a faint smell of laundry detergent on it, which was exactly the same as his usual smell.

"Wear, your clothes?"

Huo Xingzhou took off half of his clothes, revealing his beautiful waistline. Hearing this, he turned to look at him: "Do you think I wore it? Then I'll find you a new one."

Luo Xing quickly shook his head: "I don't think so."

How could he dislike it, he wanted to wear his clothes, but also wanted to take it away and hide it.

-

Huo Xingzhou was at the door of the open kitchen, leaning against the wall to watch Luo Xing slowly come down the stairs.

He was still wearing his own shirt, and Huo Xingzhou's brain suddenly became hot, thinking that he would be able to watch him wake up in his arms every day with a sleepy face, come down from upstairs wearing his own shirt, and cook for himself.

Not to mention making waves on his own head, even if he is now in the city center and singing conquest in front of everyone in Jiangcheng, it will be fine.

"Do you know how to cook?" Huo Xingzhou originally wanted to order takeaway, but seeing his appearance, he suddenly forgot, if he was wearing an apron and his own shirt, cooking for himself in the kitchen.

Well.

"Yes." Luo Xing picked up the apron and put it on, then turned to ask him: "You drank wine yesterday, can you have some noodles in the morning?"

Huo Xingzhou nodded. He has always been a very picky eater, and rarely eats noodles, which are not very hungry but also unpalatable, but he wants to agree to anything Luo Xing asks him.

Weird.

Luo Xing put water in the pot, and when the water was almost boiling, he roughly estimated Huo Xingzhou's food intake, put the noodles in and moved with his chopsticks.

He cracked two eggs in it, and cut half a handful of green vegetables and a tomato. Huo Xingzhou saw him bustling around like a bee. The sunlight came in from the window, making his hand bones slender, white and soft. .

"Huo Xingzhou, do you eat green onion and coriander?" Luo Xing asked with his head tilted.

"You can eat it and let it go, I won't pick it."

"Then help me peel a green onion, I'll wash the coriander, and I'll make some sauce for you later." Luo Xing said and went to wash the vegetables.

Huo Xingzhou hummed, picked up a green onion from the side, and wrinkled his nose firmly, what the hell does it taste like, it's too choking, how could anyone like to eat this.

After peeling the onion with difficulty, he immediately rushed to the sink to wash his hands, rubbed it a dozen times before it subsided, and smelled it with the tip of his nose.

Hold.

Luo Xing chopped green onion and ginger, and chopped coriander into pieces for later use. He took out two bowls, scooped up a lot of messy seasonings, stirred them with chopsticks, put in chopped green onion, ginger and coriander, and took them out of the pot I scooped up the noodle soup and washed it away.

Luo Xing picked up the bowl and approached him, narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "Do you smell the fragrance?"

Huo Xingzhou took a deep breath in his heart, and leaned over...

"fragrant."

Luo Xing blinked his eyes, and the sunlight behind him surrounded him into a thin layer of light and shadow. Huo Xingzhou coughed and turned his head away: "When can I eat, I'm hungry."

"Just wait a little longer."

Huo Xingzhou leaned against the vegetable sink and stretched out his hand to squeeze one of the tomatoes he had cut into his mouth.Watching him chop vegetables with a knife skillfully, I help him myself.

Why is cooking so much fun.

Huo Xingzhou looked at him sideways, and for some reason he remembered a sour sentence: The person you like is also an ordinary person, and you like to get a golden body for him.

What the fuck.

Luo Xing still needs to use other people's likes to gild him?It is good that others do not scrape the gold from him.

Huo Xingzhou's position on himself is very clear, he is a little hooligan in his mother's mouth, and his father also dislikes it, but that's just the ridicule of the two of them, there should be a lot of love.

He was never angry with others when he was a child, but from Ye Qiaoqiao's point of view, Wu Suyan couldn't bear her being wronged, let alone her own mother.

Luo Xing is so obedient, where did he feel wronged?

Do his parents know?

Huo Xingzhou lifted the lid of the pot and looked at the noodles tumbling in the boiling water, and asked casually, "When you transferred to another school, you came here by yourself. Where are your parents?"

The point of Luo Xing's knife tilted, and it cut directly on the index finger. Subconsciously, he let go, and the knife fell to the ground.

Huo Xingzhou was taken aback. He threw the lid of the pot and grabbed his hand and put it directly in his mouth. With the tip of his tongue against the wound, his mouth immediately smelled of blood.

The stimulation of saliva made Luo Xing flinch, but he didn't pull it out. He held it in his mouth and pressed it against the tip of his tongue to stop the bleeding.

Luo Xing tightly clenched the fingers of his right hand, trembling with pain but still held back not making a sound.

It took a long time to feel that the bleeding was gone, and Huo Xingzhou let go, and took his hand to the living room.

He asked him to sit still obediently with a gloomy face. He rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find the medicine box. He searched for a long time to find a bottle of iodophor, and put a trash can under it. pain?"

Luo Xing took a deep breath, "No, it's okay, don't be nervous."

Huo Xingzhou thought of his hand that was bleeding profusely just now, looked at his sore eyes and pale lips, and scolded him with a straight face: "You will not be allowed to cook in the future! You won't continue to take care of work."

"I will." Luo Xing retorted in a low voice: "I was not careful just now, it's okay, it doesn't hurt." As if afraid that he wouldn't believe it, he added: "It really doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't hurt if the blood is dripping like this?" Huo Xingzhou was distressed and amused by his dumbfounded look: "Why, you think our family can't afford meat, why cut meat and feed me?"

Luo Xing was amused by him.

Huo Xingzhou knelt in front of him. From this angle, he could only see his lowered eyelashes. He didn't know what Huo Xingzhou was talking about, but there was a little breeze from his fingertips.

He was blowing his own wounds, like coaxing a child.

The circles of Luo Xing's eyes were red, and sour tears almost burst out. He had never been treated with such tenderness before.

When he was a child, he saw some children fell down and were hugged and coaxed by their parents. He wondered if his mother would love him so much if he was injured.

So he deliberately let himself fall, his knees and arms were broken, and he went back with the injury to be seen by his mother. She just asked him coldly why he was injured.

Luo Xing wouldn't lie, he told the truth, only to get a more merciless beating and insult, and then he licked his wounds in that small house.

From then on, he never tried to use his wounds to win other people's attention, and he silently protected himself by himself, not getting close to others and not letting people get close at the same time. Naturally, he didn't know what it was like to be cared about when he was injured. Feel.

"I'm really not in pain."

Luo Xing withdrew his hand, not wanting to indulge in Huo Xingzhou's tenderness.

They will be separated one day, and it is more difficult to have and then lose than he has never had.

Seeing his suddenly cold face, Huo Xingzhou thought he was blaming himself for letting him cook, so he smiled.

"When I was young, my parents were busy all day long, and they couldn't take care of me when they were so overwhelmed. I basically stayed at home with the nanny. At that time, the nanny that our family hired was busy with people and often didn't come back."

Luo Xing looked into his eyes and asked with a bit of distress: "Then you..."

Huo Xingzhou tightened the lid of the iodophor bottle without any hesitation, tidied up the medicine box a little bit, and said: "I still had a fever once, probably because I was a little confused and hungry, so I went to cook by myself, but the first time I turned my hands Cut it off, my mother just came back that day, and she was terrified when she saw the blood all over the ground."

Luo Xing was also frightened, and frowned, "How can that nanny be so irresponsible!"

"Actually, I wasn't too scared, but my mother was crying, so she fired the nanny on the spot, took me to the hospital, and walked from here to the hospital. It was snowing heavily that day, and the road was closed. Back, walked for a full two hours."

"Auntie is really good to you." Luo Xing lowered his eyes. He also had a fever when he was a child. Zhao Jiulan didn't take him to the hospital. He only gave him some medicine and told him to sweat.

At that time, he didn't know that a fever could not be covered, but so many years have passed.

Huo Xingzhou hummed: "That was the first time and the only time in my life that I saw my mother cry."

Luo Xing stared at him blankly, and Huo Xingzhou raised his hand to show him, there was a shallow scar on his wrist: "It was when I was fishing for a knife at that time, I scratched it."

Luo Xing's distressed eye circles were red, "Does it hurt?"

Huo Xingzhou smiled: "I don't remember."

Luo Xing touched his scar and felt that his fingers were trembling. The scar stretched from the back of the wrist to the back of the hand. It was shockingly long and must have hurt.

Huo Xingzhou felt that the guidance was almost done, and the conversation changed naturally, "I saw you had a wound on the back of your neck last night, how did you get it?"

Luo Xing's fingertips paused, and he almost grabbed it again, but Huo Xingzhou grabbed hold of it to prevent the wound from bursting and bleeding again.

Luo Xing lowered his eyes and lied, "I was naughty and scratched when I was young."

Huo Xingzhou didn't know whether to believe it or not, he looked at him and smiled, "Were you also naughty when you were young?"

Luo Xing unnaturally pulled out his hands and put them on his knees, dodging his scrutiny: "Wh, whoever was naughty when they were young."

Huo Xingzhou pulled him up, led him back to the kitchen, and asked him to stand aside for technical guidance, while he began to pour the boiled noodles into the trash can and cook new ones.

"Pee and mud?"

Luo Xing was startled: "What?"

Huo Xingzhou said with a smile: "When I was young, I was afraid that people would shake the mulberries on the treetops on the wall. The clothes I ate were full of mulberry juice, and I couldn't wash them off. I don't know how many glasses were broken just by playing football. My mother Apologize to people behind me, did you do it when you were young?"

Luo Xing pursed his lips, Huo Xingzhou understood when he saw his silence, when he was mischievous and got into trouble when he was a child, no one dared to admit that he was the second when he was the first.

Luo Xing is like this, he is capable of pretending in front of him for three seconds.

Luo Xing bit his lip, not wanting to tell others about his deformed family, especially Huo Xingzhou.

It's not that he hates Zhao Jiulan, for him, that person is his mother, who gave birth to him and raised him, that's all.

He didn't want to resent or blame, not for anything else, but simply didn't want to be known by Huo Xingzhou, whether it was the last bit of pride or fearless dignity.

He hoped that in the future memories of Huo Xingzhou, he would have a better impression of him, and when he remembered, he would not think of those messy things.

The past that essentially belongs to Luo Xing should not appear in Huo Xingzhou's life.

-

In the afternoon, Feng Jia probably woke up too, and called with a hoarse voice.

"Are you awake? Don't let Dad light candles for you?"

Feng Jia was drunk and didn't remember it at all. Hearing it was exciting, rubbed his hands together and asked, "Am I so awesome yesterday? Did anyone take a picture? I'm going to fucking brag about it for the rest of my life."

"It's you." Huo Xingzhou impatiently chattered with him, "What's the matter with the phone call?"

Feng Jia snorted and said, "You have found out what my cousin asked, his girlfriend..."

"Wait." Huo Xingzhou patted Luo Xing's head and said, "Play by yourself for a while." Then he stood up and went to the balcony, closed the door and said, "Go ahead."

Feng Jia didn't understand what he was doing so mysteriously, so she groaned and said, "His girlfriend is in the same class as Luoxing, it seems that he has no friends at school, except for adding WeChat at the front and back desks, it can be said that he is a bit withdrawn .”

Huo Xingzhou frowned, withdrawn?

"anything else."

Feng Jia thought for a while, felt that his cousin had said too much and he forgot, so he was silent for a long time racking his brains to remember, "Oh yes! Do you know how many grades he got into the fourth middle school? Thirty points more!"

Thirty points more than Ye Qiaoqiao?

Huo Xingzhou turned his head to look at the obedient child sitting there who didn't know what to think, and thought of the night he had written his homework the day he first came, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"It's more than [-] points more than Qiaoqiao. Your cousin remembers it right?" Huo Xingzhou's previous grades were also very good, so he naturally knew what Ye Qiaoqiao's grades meant. He was more than [-] points more than her. This is so strong that it is perverted.

"That's right, let's not talk about it. His girlfriend is from Luoxing's class. Oh, and what's even more terrifying is that he never did listening comprehension questions in many exams from the first year to the second year of high school." Feng Jia said: " It is said that even the listening comprehension of the senior high school entrance examination is blank, so the class monitor can get more than [-] points, I suspect that if he did the listening comprehension, he would get a full score."

Huo Xingzhou was suffocated, he always felt that a bad idea was slowly popping up in his heart, which made him panic for no reason, and he instinctively didn't want to listen to it anymore.

Maybe it's only a second, maybe it's been a long time.

Feng Jia's voice was almost inaudible from a distance: "If the guess is correct, he should not be able to hear it."

Huo Xingzhou stood on the balcony in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, he turned around again, knocked on the glass to attract Luo Xing's gaze, and asked him silently, "Are you hungry?"

Luo Xing shook his head, stood up from the sofa, and said, "It's okay."

Huo Xingzhou took a deep breath and let it out in a low voice. He felt that a huge stone was pressed against his chest, which made him unable to breathe.

——Little white-eyed wolf, if you ignore me again, I will beat you up.

——Why are you always ignoring me? If you don’t want your ears, just cut them off.

Hold.

He always thought that Luo Xing was talking to him on purpose, but it turned out it wasn't because he couldn't hear him at all.

No wonder he keeps staring at other people's lips when he speaks, it's not polite, it's because he sometimes needs to rely on this to judge what others say.

For him, the world was silent.

That's why he remembers every kindness of others so clearly, and wants to return it carefully?

Huo Xingzhou kept frowning, not knowing whether his hearing loss was congenital or acquired, and for no reason he thought of the wound on his face, the woman from last time, and his reaction to his parents.

Luo Xing has always been kind. Last time he was framed for cheating, he didn't blame Ding Chao. Instead, he told him not to fight, and felt sorry for Ye Qiaoqiao.

At the same time, he rejects other people's kindness very much, looks soft, blush when teased, and always backs down, as if he won't get angry, and he doesn't seem to have any emotions.

He's like, the perfect robot.

"He can't hear it, is it congenital or acquired?" Huo Xingzhou asked with difficulty in a hoarse voice.

Feng Jia murmured: "I'm not sure, it's just gossip. It is said that he has no father since he was a child, and his mother raised him by herself. He is very strict with him, and he is not allowed to do anything other than study. Everything, even the frequency of breathing has to be controlled, and that ear seems to be broken by his mother."

Broken!

"Fuck, is he an idiot?" Huo Xingzhou gritted his teeth, lowered his voice and sneered, "Did she treat her son as a learning machine? Let her be deaf and let me see."

Feng Jia was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Why... are you so angry."

"It's nothing, don't spread this matter to the outside world." Huo Xingzhou let out a low breath, and explained in a calm voice: "Don't spread a word to the outside world."

Feng Jia hummed: "I know."

Huo Xingzhou stood on the balcony while clutching the phone that had been hung up.

He finally knew why Luo Xing liked the book "The Wind in the Blood" so much.

Those flesh and blood that were smashed to the extreme were put to death and reborn. That kind of tragedy may allow him to find a little peace inside. That small body has endured so much pain that ordinary people can't understand.

When he just lost his voice, he must have been helpless and frightened.

In this world, the only person he could rely on was the perpetrator.

a long time.

Huo Xingzhou loosened his clenched fist, dialed a number again, and called out politely, "Uncle Shang."

Shang Qingming was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, he hurriedly said: "What's the matter? If it's important, I'm going to have a meeting later."

Huo Xingzhou turned his head and glanced at Luo Xing who was looking at him nervously, afraid that he would look back if he saw what he said, and asked, "If it is a parent who abuses a child domestically, is it a crime?"

Shang Qingming smiled, taking pleasure in other people's misfortune from his busy schedule: "Your father finally can't stand your bad temper and wants to beat you up?"

"No." Huo Xingzhou said: "I have a classmate who is always wounded. I suspect that his family members beat him. Ask."

Shang Qingming frowned, raised his hand to let others in first, and stood at the door and said: "If it is a child whose parents have committed domestic violence, as long as they do something, it is a violation of the law, but usually the victim should report the case and collect evidence, and hand it over to the local community. mediation."

Huo Xingzhou sneered: "Mediation is a fart, what the hell is there to mediate after the beating is like that, and only pay attention to it when someone is beaten to death and becomes a murder case?"

"Speak well." Shang Qingming frowned. He also grew up watching Huo Xingzhou. Although this kid was not very gentle and liked to mock others, it was the first time he had such a big temper.

"The criminal law stipulates in this way, it's useless for you to be anxious. Besides, if you call me, I can only give you an explanation, and I can't control it." Shang Qingming said slightly: "Even if someone is dead, it's okay to die alone." Can't get into the city bureau."

"..." Huo Xingzhou was silent for a few seconds, "Stop joking at this time."

Shang Qingming coughed: "You persuade your classmate, if his parents really abuse him, don't tolerate it, don't bear it, and report it directly."

Huo Xingzhou thought of Luo Xing's submissive attitude and tried every means to hide it, so he definitely would not report the crime.

"I don't want to hurt him again. If it is really serious and there are witnesses, can you force the other party not to see him again?"

Shang Qingming said: "Yes, but is the matter really so serious? Many domestic violence cases are mostly follow-up mediation and compulsory correction. Breaking away from parents is not a child's play."

"I know."

"Discuss with your classmates again, don't make decisions for others privately, you are just a child, what responsibility can you bear." Shang Qingming said a few more words, heard someone calling him in the conference room, hung up the phone in a hurry and entered up.

Huo Xingzhou looked at Luo Xing with a tender look in his eyes, "He won't need anyone else in the future, I will take care of him."

lifetime.

-

Huo Xingzhou put his phone away, took a deep breath to adjust his mood and expression, and walked back as naturally as possible.

"What are you doing?" Huo Xingzhou looked at the gauze wrapped around his index finger, and said helplessly, "You always hurt your hand after you're with me. I really can't let you do any work in the future."

Luo Xing clasped his fingers, avoiding his movements, and said blushingly: "No, I haven't been injured often, don't take it to heart."

Huo Xingzhou smiled and didn't say any more. He sat down next to him and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Luo Xing actually didn't eat much last night. He ate a messy breakfast in the morning. He was already hungry by now, but he was embarrassed to say, but he shook his head: "It's okay."

Huo Xingzhou knew that he was embarrassed to say so, took his mobile phone and leaned against him, opened the takeaway order page to let him see if there was anything he wanted to eat.

Luo Xing stretched out his finger and swipe across the screen, pointing to a random family.

Huo Xingzhou raised his eyebrows and smiled: "He's quite knowledgeable. The chef of this hotel came back from abroad, and a plate of fried rice with eggs is worth a few hundred dollars. It's like frying rice with gold."

"It's too, too expensive." Luo Xing was stunned, as if he was frightened by him, and hurriedly said: "Then let's change."

Huo Xingzhou smiled and pressed his hand, held him in his arms, led him like a teacher, and clicked on the settlement interface together: "No change, we can eat whatever you want, small hundreds are nothing, just You can eat a plate of 1 yuan."

Luo Xing's fingers were hot, and he withdrew from his palm, his cheeks were hot and he said, "Then I'll give you the money."

Huo Xingzhou smiled, raised his hand and tapped on his forehead: "Take it as the tuition fee I paid you, and you can just give me some more papers later."

"I don't want your money to teach you questions."

"Then what do you want?" Huo Xingzhou deliberately pressed against his ear, almost licking his ear pinna with the tip of his tongue, making his nervous hands and feet numb.

"I don't even want anything..." Luo Xing forced himself to breathe, what he wanted to say was that I want you.

can.

He can't say.

Luo Xing looked down at his fingertips, and when he lowered his head, he realized that he had been tightly surrounded by him, as if he was hugging him, and his face turned red immediately, "Why, why are you hugging me again?"

Huo Xingzhou put down his phone and let go of his arms.

As soon as Luo Xing breathed a sigh of relief, he stretched out his arms, picked him up and put him on his lap, grasped his arms behind his waist, pinched his slender waist, and approached his ears in a low voice.

"Ms. Luo, this is called hugging."