not as sweet as you

It's freezing cold in January.

Huo Xingzhou stood on the side of the road, with one hand in his pocket, and the other hand holding his mobile phone close to his mouth, a faint cold light shone on his lips.

There was a huge broad-leaved tree in front of the old family courtyard, and the few remaining fallen leaves were shaken off by the sound of the wind, and fell on his head with rustling.

In Luo Xing's mind was still the gentle singing voice he had just now, and the ending of each word was rubbing against the tip of his heart, knowing that he shouldn't come out but still couldn't help it.

Huo Xingzhou brushed off the fallen leaves above his head, turned his head and saw Luo Xing who was a few meters away, and smiled: "Oh, the little rabbit is here."

Luo moved his lips, surprise and nervousness mixed together, his breathing was chaotic in excitement, and he stared blankly at him walking step by step, feeling extremely nervous.

"You, why are you here!"

Huo Xingzhou looked down and saw that he was wearing thin clothes, so he hurriedly took off the scarf and wrapped it around his neck, then wrapped him in his arms and covered him: "Why did you run out wearing this! Is it cold?"

Luo Xing couldn't care less about being cold, he quickly shook his head: "It's not cold."

"Little rabbit." Huo Xingzhou lowered his eyes, poked the tip of his nose and asked in a low voice: "The door is open, will you let me in?"

Luo Xing looked at his dark eyes and almost unrecognizable voice, felt the familiar smell on his body, and shook his head with difficulty.

Zhao Jiulan didn't come back tonight, but she never told him whether she would go home or not. If she came back suddenly and found Huo Xingzhou here, it would be troublesome.

Before he could refuse, Huo Xingzhou sneezed suddenly, and Luo Xing touched his red ears distressedly: "You come out at night, do you have anything to do with me?"

Huo Xingzhou took his hand, rubbed it in the palm, and smiled: "It's okay, I just miss you."

Luo Xing was startled and blinked his eyes.

"What? Are you so happy?" Huo Xingzhou rubbed his head and said with a smile, "I just came to see you and listen to what you have to say. I'll go back later."

Luo Xing took a deep breath in his heart, and countless emotions were tightly wrapped together, making him unable to tell what the words meant.

"What did you have for dinner?" Huo Xingzhou asked.

Luo Xing shook his head, Zhao Jiulan didn't come back at night, the door of the main house was locked and he couldn't cook, and he didn't have the appetite to go out to buy, his mind was full of Huo Xingzhou, and he didn't have the appetite to eat.

Huo Xingzhou let go of him with an expression I knew, and picked up a small cake box from his feet, and the little rabbit fed the chestnut cake to the big rabbit.

"I knew you couldn't eat so obediently. I think there is nothing else in your head except study." Huo Xingzhou straightened the scarf for him and said, "Okay, go back, I'm leaving too."

He rubbed his hands, stuffed them back into his pockets and turned around,

Looking at the cake held in his palm, Luo Xing felt both warm and aching in his heart. He stared blankly at the cold night making Huo Xingzhou thinner, and the street lamp pulling out a long black shadow, walking further and further away.

Suddenly, his face turned cold.

He raised his head, and the sporadic coldness fell.

Snowing.

"Huo Xingzhou!" Luo Xing suppressed the choking in his voice, and spoke softly.

Huo Xingzhou paused, turned sideways, and said, "Huh?"

Holding the cake, Luo Xing trotted in front of him, took a few deep breaths and tried to make his voice sound calmer, "Don't go."

Huo Xingzhou suppressed his smile, thinking that I don't believe this trick is useless, he coughed and said, "It's okay, I'll be home after a while, not far away."

His family lives in the villa area in the middle of the mountain, and it takes an hour's drive from here even by taxi. Now it's snowing again in the middle of the night, so it's not easy to take a taxi.

If he walks... he won't be able to get home tomorrow morning, not to mention it's still snowing, he must be freezing to death.

Thinking of him walking in the snowy night, drenched all over, Luo Xing was so distressed that he couldn't care about anything, and reached out to grab his sleeve to prevent him from leaving.

Afraid that he would insist on leaving, Luo Xing thought of an excuse in a roundabout way: "The cake... I can't finish it."

"But what about your mother? Doesn't she... don't really like that you have classmates going to your house?" Huo Xingzhou thought for a while, and tried to make his voice not sound so deliberate, for fear that a word might sound too loud and hurt him.

Luo Xing lowered his head and said in a low voice, "My mother is not at home tonight."

Huo Xingzhou was stunned, suppressing the joy in his heart, and raised his hand to hug him tightly, but Luo Xing hid before he touched him.

"cake……"

Huo Xingzhou glanced at his words, and just about to speak, he heard a slightly old voice: "Who is it?"

Seeing the light on, Luo Xing hurriedly pushed Huo Xingzhou behind a tree to hide, and said to Grandma Zhou who was packing up, "Grandma Zhou, it's me."

"Little boy, it's snowing and go back quickly, it's so cold." After finishing speaking, he went back to the house.

Seeing that the lights went out, Luo Xing breathed a sigh of relief, held Huo Xingzhou's hand and whispered, "Let's go quickly."

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Luo Xing pushed open the door, pushed Huo Xingzhou in first, then walked in by himself, picked up the mobile phone on the ground and put it on the bed, and sneezed softly.

Huo Xingzhou looked around the room, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"You live here?"

The cramped and narrow space is full of books as far as the eye can see, a bed that can't stretch out its legs at all, and a shaky electric light bulb, which makes a piercing sound from time to time.

Jiangcheng has heating throughout the city, but his small room is as cold as an ice cellar, and the quilt on the bed is not thick enough to cover it.

Is this a fucking place where people live?

Huo Xingzhou's heart aches so badly that he is almost going crazy. Is this Zhao Jiulan a fucking idiot? Luo Xing is his son, even if he has a pet, he should have feelings for more than ten years.

That's all she did to him?

Luo Xing didn't know what was going on with his sudden anger, he shrank his shoulders awkwardly while clutching the rope wrapping the cake box, and nodded lightly: "The environment is not very good, you...how about waiting for the snow to stop, See if I can get a taxi...I..."

Huo Xingzhou came over and took the cake in his hand. Luo Xing avoided him with trembling fingers, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry...I..."

"Is it cold to sleep here?" Huo Xingzhou asked in a soft voice.

Luo Xing raised his head and stared at him blankly for a few seconds, as if he didn't realize what he asked suddenly, and looked at him blankly: "What?"

Huo Xingzhou held his hand, and pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed in distress. The bed board creaked and screamed, and his anger rose again, and he almost couldn't hold it back.

Huo Xingzhou suppressed his voice severely, and asked as lightly as possible: "Is it cold living here?"

"It's, it's okay." Luo Xing hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "It's not very cold."

Huo Xingzhou sneered in his heart, it wasn't very cold, how could it not be cold in a place that was no fucking better than an ice cellar?

How hard this kid is!

He was reluctant to let him cry before, but when he saw him cry, he softened, and he compromised and let him come back. If he had known this was the situation, it would be impossible for him to cry no matter how much he did.

If you want to cry, just cry enough in his arms, come back here to suffer, don't even think about it!

Looking at his frowning brows, Luo Xing felt the bursts of suppressed anger on his body, and asked him in a panicked whisper, "Are you not used to it... Actually, it's not dirty, I wash it very clean."

"Little boy." Huo Xingzhou raised his hand and touched his eyes, which made his eyelashes tremble, and he stopped talking, looking at him stupidly and not daring to move.

What did he call himself!

Luo Xing watched his anger dissipate slowly, his eyes filled with tenderness, and he was very worried.

Huo Xingzhou raised his hand and pulled him into his arms, his cold chin rubbed against his neck, Luo Xing's cold shoulders trembled, and he hummed softly: "Cool."

"Little boy." Huo Xingzhou laughed softly, "So cute."

Luo Xing came to his senses this time, pursed the corners of his mouth with a reddish face, and said incoherently, "What's your name...I...you..."

Huo Xingzhou was afraid that he would not get used to it and worried that he hadn't eaten at night. He didn't hold him for too long, and he let go in a flash. He took the cake box and opened it to hold it himself, then handed the spoon to him: "Eat it .”

On the soft cream, a bright red strawberry sat on it. Looking at it, Luo Xing suddenly remembered that on Feng Jia's birthday, when Huo Xingzhou gave them a demonstration, his face blushed instantly.

Huo Xingzhou watched his face slowly turn red, and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking?"

Luo Xing swallowed unconsciously, shook his head and pressed the fork on the tip of the strawberry, pressed it so that it sank into the cream, lifted the fork and brought it to his lips, "I'll give you the strawberry."

This was the only strawberry on the cake. Huo Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, looked down at his reddish face and wet eyes, and asked with a smile, "Is it really for me?"

Luo Xing nodded, and passed the strawberries forward again, and gave Huo Xingzhou the most precious things.

"Half for each person." Huo Xingzhou opened his mouth and took a bite from the side, avoiding the sweetest piece on the tip, took a small bite, then held his hand and pushed it back, "The remaining half is for you."

Luo Xing watched the strawberry being bitten open, the juice oozing from the soft pulp, it was the same that day, he bit half of it and kept the half for him.

He opened his mouth and ate half a strawberry, his brows and eyes suddenly shrank, "It's so cold."

Huo Xingzhou looked at him with a grin, holding the bottom of the cake box, watching him eat spoonful by spoonful, feeling extremely satisfied.

He has always eaten delicately, obediently and softly without getting dirty, and occasionally it got on the corner of his mouth. Huo Xingzhou raised his hand to wipe it off for him, but he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked it in.

! !

Huo Xingzhou swallowed with an itchy throat, watching his bright red tongue lightly lick the white cream at the corner of his mouth, the tender red mouth and beige cream looming in his mouth.

There was an insulting softness to her slender face, and she couldn't help shouting for a moment: "Luo Xing."

"Huh?" Luo Xing raised his head, saw the deep black color in his eyes and the flashing enthusiasm, he was stunned and said, "Do you want to eat?"

Huo Xingzhou looked at the dots of white at the corners of his mouth, and nodded: "Yes."

Luo Xing lowered his head to scoop out the butter, and when he raised his head again, he met his lowered lips directly, and was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

As soon as the fingers were loosened, the fork fell on the cake and sank into the cream. The small room fell silent instantly, not even the sound of breathing.

Luo Xing's fingers were numb, and the consciousness in his mind was instantly emptied, and he was immediately dumbfounded.

he is……

what to do.