not as sweet as you

Luo Xing took out his mobile phone, and a WeChat message popped up on the screen, which belonged to his mother.

He panicked and subconsciously hid his phone.

"What's the matter?" Huo Xingzhou realized that something was wrong with him, turned his head and asked, "Who still hides the WeChat message from me and dare not show it to me?"

"It's not WeChat." Luo Xing shook his head: "It's just an advertisement push."

"Well, it's so cold outside, let's go in first." Huo Xingzhou didn't reveal it, smiled and led him into the restaurant, let him sit first, and went to order food by himself.

Luo Xing hummed, found a seat and sat down, carefully looked at Huo Xingzhou on the stage in front of him, and then lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to read the news.

——Are you back on New Year’s Day?

Luo Xing bit his lower lip. He didn't know what attitude to take towards Zhao Jiulan. He didn't want to resent anyone. She gave her life and didn't let herself freeze to death on the street. This is kindness.

For her hurt, he lost most of his hearing, and other pains that were inflicted on him, he could not easily say forgiveness.

He just wished to see her less.

When Huo Xingzhou proposed that the two of them go to other places for the exam in the future, he agreed without thinking. First, he could be with him, and second, he could stay away from her.

He didn't want himself to become someone driven by hatred like her.

Luo Xing rubbed his hands together, planning to reply her a message, when Huo Xingzhou came back, with two portions of food, he glanced casually: "It's time to eat, don't play with your phone."

"En." Luo Xing immediately put away the phone.

Huo Xingzhou looked at his pale and nervous look, suddenly remembered the WeChat message he saw in the gym for no reason, and frowned, maybe it was her again.

He raised his hand and poured some boiling water to wash his chopsticks, looked at his expression, and said casually: "By the way, this New Year's Day holiday, you can go to my house and give me tutoring."

Luo Xing was startled, raised his head slightly, the tip of his nose was reddened by the heat from the mouth of the cup, and said in a daze, "New Year's Day?"

Huo Xingzhou hummed, and handed him the chopsticks, "My parents are not at home on New Year's Day, and I don't want to study when I'm alone at home, so I'm sure I'll go out to play with Feng Jia, and I can do some problems when you go."

Luo Xing hesitated for a while, then remembered Zhao Jiulan's WeChat, if he didn't go back, I don't know if she would make trouble.

The last time he lived with Huo Xingzhou and didn't come home, she started behaving badly that time, threatening to come to Cheng Limin and the principal of No. [-] Middle School to ask them how to educate the students.

He didn't want to be known by the whole school, but he also didn't want to reject Huo Xingzhou. The dilemma tore his heart apart. He really wanted to be with him, even if he just sat quietly.

But no.

Luo Xing subconsciously bit his lower lip, but didn't speak.

Huo Xingzhou roughly knew what he was worried about. After thinking about it, he tested him a little and said, "Are you afraid that your family will not agree? Otherwise, I'll go home and talk to your parents. I will stay for two days, and we will stay on the third day." Back to school."

"No, no need!" Luo Xing was taken aback, and suddenly realized that his reaction was a bit too much, and said in a low voice: "My mother doesn't like classmates going to our house."

"That's it." Huo Xingzhou found that his resistance to this matter had gone beyond the unwelcome range of ordinary parents, and he seemed very scared.

There was fear and rejection in his eyes, which seemed unexpected and expected.

After pondering for a while, Huo Xingzhou looked up into his eyes and asked, "Then are you going home on New Year's Day?"

Luo Xing didn't know what to say, bit his lips hesitantly: "I..."

Huo Xingzhou said in a low voice: "I heard that it will snow on New Year's Day. Let's write papers at home. If there is anything I don't understand, you can teach me. Last time you didn't succeed in cooking the noodles, we stopped eating them. I Mom taught me to cook a sweet soup, the kind you drank last time, I tried it several times, come and try it?"

Luo Xing blinked his eyes, he was already thinking about it, and when he heard him say these things, he couldn't help it anymore.

He can live with Huo Xingzhou, and he can eat the sweet soup he cooked, almost just thinking about it makes him feel happy to fly, but...

"Come or not?" Huo Xingzhou thought to himself that you'd better agree obediently, otherwise I'll carry it home for you.

Luo Xing was silent for a long time, and he was a little afraid that Zhao Jiulan would trouble Huo Xingzhou if he found out. He was not afraid of being wronged, but Huo Xingzhou was wronged.

The last time Ding Chao's mother beat Huo Xingzhou, he was already very distressed, and he couldn't protect him.

At least for Zhao Jiulan, he can prevent her from hurting Huo Xingzhou.

"You do the questions at home, if you can't do it, you can send me a WeChat message, I..." Luo Xing held his chopsticks, lowered his head and said, "I...inconvenient."

Huo Xingzhou was silent for a while, and he was probably sure that the thing he was trying to hide was his mother.

He had been thinking of a way to get Luo Xing to open up to him without hurting him, but just mentioning this matter would hurt him.

He wanted to make Luo Xing his own, but if the premise was to hurt him first, then he would rather wait.

It's just that he doesn't have to go back to that "home".

-

In the blink of an eye, Christmas Eve arrived.

Many girls on campus were giving gifts to the people they liked. Luo Xing agreed to Huo Xingzhou to give him a Christmas present. After thinking for several days, he finally thought of what to buy.

He went out to buy it that afternoon during his short break, but because of a problem with the production process, he didn't even have time to come back for the evening self-study.

When he came back, Feng Jia went out for supper with someone. He opened the door and saw Huo Xingzhou sitting in front of the bedroom table with his long legs stretched out with a bad expression.

"Where have you been?" He heard the sound of the door opening, turned his head and frowned at him: "Growing up, now you dare to skip class?"

Luo Xing stood in front of him, took a low breath, pursed the corners of his mouth, and asked him in a low voice: "Are you angry?"

Huo Xingzhou saw him looking at him nervously, his eyes blinked twice like a deer, the tip of his nose was flushed and he looked out of breath, and there was still a layer of moisture hanging on his eyelashes, which disappeared.

After the class in the morning, he went to a bathroom and was going to come back to take him to dinner, but when he came back, there was no one there, and he didn't answer the phone or reply to WeChat.

He was so scared that he thought what the crazy woman had done to him, so he asked someone to find out that Zhao Jiulan had been at school all along.

He waited until the evening self-study, thinking that he loves studying so much, he should come back, but he didn't come back until 10 minutes after the evening self-study was over!

Luo Xing grabbed his fingers and said cautiously: "Don't be angry."

Huo Xingzhou lowered his eyes, and deliberately suppressed his voice to be cold, without any warmth: "I've been waiting for you all afternoon, but you just came back now, why didn't you answer the phone?"

Luo Xing was taken aback by his expression, subconsciously shrank his fingers, and was held in his hand again, pulling him closer and asking, "Why didn't you tell me when you left?"

"I, I want to give you a surprise." Luo Xing's fingertips were slightly cold, he blinked his eyes as if he didn't dare to look at him, took out a small box from his schoolbag, and said in a soft voice: "I will tell you next time." You, don't be angry with me, okay?"

Huo Xingzhou's heart was softened by his rubbing, but he still asked in a cold voice, "Tell me where you are going?"

"En!" Luo Xing hurriedly agreed: "I won't do this next time, don't be angry."

"It's fine if you don't get angry, then lean in my ear and beg me to forgive you." Huo Xingzhou leaned his body in a leisurely manner, wanting to see if this normally shy child could say such a thing.

Luo Xing bit his lower lip, blinked his wet eyes and looked at him: "No, okay? I will definitely tell you next time."

"It's okay if you don't want to, then don't want me to forgive you." Huo Xingzhou turned his head away and was about to get up when his fingers were suddenly grabbed by that soft hand.

He turned back.

Luo Xing stood on tiptoe slightly, lay down close to his ear, and said in that slightly trembling soft voice: "Xing, Brother Xingzhou, please forgive me, okay?"

!!!

The tip of Huo Xingzhou's heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a hand, and that soft voice seemed to carry fire, and every tremor lit a cluster of flames in his heart, and finally, at the sentence full of flattery, good or bad, they gathered together, Burning with a bang.

The rationality in his mind was instantly burned to ashes by these words, and the fire was ignited from the ashes again, baking repeatedly.

"Hiss." Huo Xingzhou raised his hand, Luo Xing closed his eyes subconsciously, his eyelashes trembled nervously, his heart softened, he pinched the tip of his nose very lightly, and said softly, "Where are we going next time?" , no matter where you are, even if you go home, tell me first, do you know?"

Luo Xing didn't delve into the meaning, nodded hurriedly, and handed him the gift: "Merry Christmas."

Huo Xingzhou didn't pick it up, instead he stretched out his hand and pushed him against the table, and asked him in a low voice: "Then will you go to my house on New Year's Day to help me with my tutoring?"

Luo Xing was taken aback by being pressed on the table by him, and looked at the door nervously: "I..."

Huo Xingzhou approached him, found a candy out of nowhere, bit off the candy wrapper with his mouth, pressed his lips softly and coaxed: "Open your mouth."

Being held down by him, Luo Xing couldn't figure out why he suddenly changed from being angry to being like this, he opened his mouth blankly to follow his words, and ate the candy.

Huo Xingzhou pinched his waist and carried him to the table. He stood in front of the table with one hand still on his waist, and asked in a low voice, "Is it delicious?"

Luo Xing nodded blankly, swallowed his saliva unconsciously: "It's delicious."

"Cannibalism is soft." Huo Xingzhou plucked his delicate lips, and asked with a smile, "Would you help me with my tutoring?"

Luo Xing was silent, Huo Xingzhou sneered, put his hand on his lips, and looked at him leisurely: "It's okay if you don't go, return the candy to me."

How can I pay this back?Luo Xing looked at his hand, could it be... Do you want him to spit it out?

But the sugar has already melted in his mouth, why, how come...Luo Xing has sugar in his mouth, and the posture of being pressed on the table by him makes him uncomfortable. He is afraid that Feng Jia will come back now, and he will rush all the way through his ears Red to the neck.

"The sugar won't be returned, and the people won't come." Huo Xingzhou smiled: "That's not justified."

Huo Xingzhou held him down with his fingertips, and pinched his waist lightly, his breath was pressed so close that it covered his breath with great pressure, making him unable to even breathe.

"Huo Xingzhou, don't force me." Luo Xing blinked his eyes, slowly filled with a puff of water vapor, and shook his head helplessly: "I can't, I can't promise you."

Huo Xingzhou saw that the circles of his eyes were red, as if tears would fall out if he forced it again, and his heart ached so badly, he hugged him into his arms and said softly, "Okay, okay, if you don't go, don't go, don't cry."

Luo Xing didn't want to cry at first, but after hearing his low and gentle coaxing, the tears couldn't stop falling, and he lay in his arms sobbing, feeling extremely wronged.

He was sitting on the table, and Huo Xingzhou was standing just enough to bury him in the crest of his neck. He felt a cool wetness on the side of his neck and his choking breathing. Huo Xingzhou patted his back distressedly, and apologized repeatedly: "I don't I force you to stop talking, don’t cry, be obedient.”