not as sweet as you

Luo Xing was led forward by Huo Xingzhou in a daze, his mind was extremely chaotic, he was not afraid of being wronged, nor afraid of hard work, and he didn't want to spread all the embarrassment in front of him.

He wanted himself to be very, very good in Huo Xingzhou's eyes.

I suddenly remembered a book I read somewhere, which said, use your own misery to try to close the distance with another person, and finally get only a fleeting pity and a long-lasting joke .

He knew that Huo Xingzhou would not laugh at him, but comparatively speaking, he did not want him to pity himself.

Luo Xing hoped that after many years, Huo Xingzhou would think that it was a very good memory of his high school, a very pure classmate named Luo Xing.

Not a poor man with a miserable life experience and a disability.

Luo Xing swallowed, even though he didn't want to poke the wound open, he could only face it.

After entering the room, Huo Xingzhou closed the door to pack his things, Luo Xing stopped his hand, "When will my mother... come back?"

"It's past six, it's early anyway." Huo Xingzhou teased with a brisk smile, "You're sleeping soundly in my arms. I don't think you'll wake up even if I throw you out."

Looking at the wound on his face, Luo Xing thought with numbness, it was past six, and it was already past eight when he woke up, what did they talk about in this nearly two hours.

"I, my mother..." Luo Xing shook his head, not daring to think about it.

Huo Xingzhou packed his things in twos and twos, threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, picked up the scarf from the bed and put it on for Luo Xing, then took out the remaining half of the cake and threw it in the trash can.

He kept silent, Luo Xing panicked even more, took his hand and asked: "Did my mother say anything..."

"Really want to know?" Huo Xingzhou held his left hand in his pocket, tilted his head and smiled at him: "But this is a secret, if you bribe me, I'll tell you."

Luo Xing gritted his teeth, remembering that he likes to call him elder brother the most, so he struggled hard in his heart for a long time before he slightly tiptoed to his ear, his face was reddish, and he called softly: "Brother Xingzhou, tell me Am I okay?"

He was really too worried.

What if Zhao Jiulan told him all about it!

Luo Xing's nervous hands were trembling, and he almost couldn't help but fled. From now on, he will never see Huo Xingzhou again.

However, he was reluctant.

Huo Xingzhou lowered his eyes, seeing the child's thin and soft body, in order to let himself tell the truth, he was careful to please him, and his heart ached.

It's better not to let him know about the things he threatened Zhao Jiulan, so as not to increase his psychological pressure.

Shang Qingming didn't give him much information, only Zhao Jiulan had been with a homosexual, and there was no detailed information about the reason for the separation.

The only thing that is certain is that Zhao Jiulan abused Luo Xing.

The injury on the back of the head was actually caused by him defrauding Zhao Jiulan. I didn't expect her to admit it directly.

It can be seen that she has no love for Luo Xing. To Zhao Jiulan, his existence is a wound that will never heal and will fester from time to time.

But the past has nothing to do with him, he is not interested in knowing how painful Zhao Jiulan's memories are, and he is not in the mood to pity her.

Because none of this could be a reason for him to abuse Luo Xing.

The grievances between adults, but the harm is imposed on the children, born for revenge?

She deserves to be a mother too!

Huo Xingzhou's eyes flashed a hint of hostility, if he hadn't been worried about affecting and hurting Luo Xing again, he wouldn't have spared Zhao Jiulan so easily!

"Little boy."

"Huh?" Luo Xing looked at him nervously, and when he finally said what Zhao Jiulan told him, his shallow Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Do you hate your mother?" Huo Xingzhou rubbed his head, paused and added: "She neglected you and didn't give you the care and care you deserve. Would you hate her?"

Luo Xing's body froze, and his fingertips instantly became icy cold. Huo Xingzhou played with Ye Qiaoqiao since he was a child, and under the influence of Shang Qingming and Ye Ren, he also knew what it meant when he thought of something terrible, his blood would instantly withdraw to protect his heart , so the fingertips will become very cool.

He is afraid, in pain.

a long time.

Luo Xing shook his head: "I don't hate it."

Huo Xingzhou was startled, rubbed his hand and smiled lightly, didn't ask any more questions, and didn't speak any more.

Look.

Even so, Luo Xing never resented her.

From his observation, Luo Xing's heart is too quiet, as if there is no love or hatred, he has no complaints about Ding Chao's slander or his mother's abuse.

If it weren't for his usual shyness and careful repayment of his little "benevolence", he would even think this is a cold robot.

Huo Xingzhou knew he wasn't, he just didn't want to bear grudges against others.

His Luo Xing, his little boy, is really very good, he is the most good boy in the world.

Huo Xingzhou couldn't judge how Luo Xing felt about Zhao Jiulan deep in his heart, but if he was hurt again, it would be better to give him some warmth.

When he was a child, he must have hoped that Zhao Jiulan would love him a little bit. That fantasy may have been exhausted by the long-term abuse.

But if there is, he should be a little happy.

Huo Xingzhou squeezed his fingers, and said softly: "Your mother said that she is very sorry for you and does not ask for your forgiveness. If you don't want to come back in the future, she will not bother you."

"..." Luo Xing looked at him in confusion, opened his mouth but didn't speak.

how is this possible.

Is this person really the Zhao Jiulan in memory?

"Your mother also said that you have been obedient and obedient since you were a child. You have never had many friends. Apart from studying, you don't know how to get along with others. Let me take good care of you."

"Also, what else?"

"I told you to listen to me." Huo Xingzhou plucked his slightly parted lips, so red and soft that he couldn't help but want to lean in for a kiss, and bite hard to see if there would be sweet juice inside. Still has a nice sound.

Huo Xingzhou bowed his head, "I ask you, will you listen to me?"

Luo Xing nodded subconsciously, then shook his head vigorously: "Don't interrupt."

"Be careful not to interrupt, what do you want to say, just ask." Huo Xingzhou smiled and waited for him to say.

"What's the matter with your face... Is it my mother... You lied to me, tell the truth, did she hit you?" Luo Xing bit his lower lip, raised his hand to touch his wound, feeling distressed asked.

He is very familiar with this injury. The day he went to the gym to watch him play a few months ago, he had the exact same injury on his face.

Zhao Jiulan must have hit it!

Luo Xingguang was thinking, Zhao Jiulan saw the two of them sleeping together in the morning, in order to protect him, Huo Xingzhou got up to face Zhao Jiulan's censure by himself, and was beaten by him, his eyes instantly turned red.

Why, why is he so useless!

Ding Chao didn't protect Huo Xingzhou well, and this time he was implicated again. As Zhao Jiulan said, he would only be hurt and hurt by others.

Luo Xing pinched his palms, and tears suddenly fell, falling on Huo Xingzhou's hands, which startled him, and hurriedly cupped his face and asked: "What's the matter, is there something uncomfortable?"

Luo Xing shook his head, "No."

"What's the matter? Is it cold?" Huo Xingzhou frowned and said that he was going to take off his cotton-padded clothes, but Luo Xing pressed his fingers, and said in a nasal voice: "It's not cold, I'm... don't come to my house in the future, I……"

"Luo Xing." Huo Xingzhou grabbed his hand and put it back in his pocket, turned sideways to shield him from the wind, and asked in a low voice, "You don't believe me?"

Luo Xing hurriedly shook his head: "I believe it! I believe it...but the wound on your face..."

"When I got out of bed in the morning, the wind was too strong and I flicked over when I opened the door. Did it hurt?" Huo Xingzhou lowered his eyes and smiled, and stretched out his index finger in his pocket to scratch his palm. "I heard that saliva can heal wounds, otherwise You give me a lick?"

Luo Xing pushed him and turned his head to the side. His mind was so confused that he couldn't understand what Huo Xingzhou said.

For 17 years, except for the day when he was deaf and hospitalized, she smiled to herself once, he had never felt the slightest bit of soft maternal love.

How is it possible, how is it possible that she would say such things to, and to a stranger overnight.

Luo Xing unconsciously clasped his fingers, is it because... Zhao Jiulan didn't like him because he wasn't good enough, and Huo Xingzhou, he was always good.

Does Zhao Jiulan like such a child...?

"Little boy." Huo Xingzhou hooked his palm and approached him flatteringly, "The car is coming, will you continue to get angry after getting in the car?"

This place is not easy to take a taxi, the two of them can only wait for the bus, but fortunately every 15 minutes is not bad, Huo Xingzhou will feel sorry for Luo Xinghan any longer.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car and it was very warm.

Huo Xingzhou untied the scarf for him, and said with a smile: "This is the first time I took the bus with you, do you still remember the day you just transferred to another school, I picked you up, you were like a little ball, Get out of the car."

Luo Xing remembered that day, and blushed: "There were too many people that day, my feet were numb, and when I got out of the car, I almost fell unconscious, you saw that."

"I see, I was just scolded by Teacher Cheng in the office that day, and I was holding my breath, but when you came, you made me laugh." Huo Xingzhou let go of his hand and laughed: "Do you think you are A little pistachio."

Luo Xing's face didn't know whether it was caused by the air conditioner in the car or because he was shy, it was a little reddish, and he avoided his eyes to tell him not to speak.

Huo Xingzhou felt that his mood was much better, and he was relieved.

Ding dong.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and Luo Xing looked down. It was a WeChat message from Yan Ran, telling him that Huo Yansheng was at home today and could receive him.

Luo Xing's eyes lit up in an instant. As Huo Yansheng had something to do at the previously agreed time, he told Yan Ran to adjust the time and talk about it later.

He thought it was because Huo Yansheng was evading the inconvenience and didn't want to see him, but he didn't expect that he was receiving him at home, and his excited fingers began to tremble immediately, and he hurriedly replied: "Okay, okay!"

Yan Ran sent a voice message, and Luo Xing frowned uncontrollably. He couldn't put on the earphones in front of Huo Xingzhou, so he clicked on voice to text.

—— Huo Yansheng said to apologize to you, I was really busy a while ago, so I didn't take care of it.

Luo Xing replied: It's okay, it doesn't matter if I don't see you or not.

——No, no, I told him that there is a hardcore fan, and I gave him your translation. After reading it, he thought the translation was very good, and some sentences were even more artistic than the original. He Say I like it very much.

Luo Xing was often praised by teachers for his good grades, but few people praised him in this regard, and because the object was his idol he had liked for many years, he blushed a little shyly for a while.

Huo Xingzhou glanced down at the name on the screen, and suddenly couldn't get up, and snorted out of his nose.

Luo Xing didn't hear it, and was still sending messages on his own, but for some reason, Yanran suddenly changed the topic.

——You are in Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School. I heard that Huo Yansheng's son is also studying in No. [-] Middle School. He is just a scumbag. He has been a good hand at causing trouble since he was a child. You probably don't know him.

Luo Xing squinted his eyes and smiled, his fingertips twitched lightly on the screen, his white and slender fingertips were soft and soft, Huo Xingzhou looked at it, and always felt that it was touching the soft flesh at the tip of his heart.

Once, a fire.

——I will send you the address, you can go there by yourself, he is free all day today.

Huo Xingzhou saw that he was chatting all the time, raised his hand to cover his mobile phone screen, and coughed heavily in his ear: "Who are you chatting with so seriously, you have ignored me for 5 minutes."

Luo Xing raised his eyes and saw that his face was not looking good, so he hurriedly told him to comfort him: "Huo Xingzhou, do you know, Sister Yanran said that Mr. Huo Yansheng's son is also studying in our school."

"And then?" Huo Xingzhou raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly.

Luo Xing blinked his eyes, but didn't understand what was going on with his sudden question. He couldn't hear clearly, and couldn't hear the smell of vinegar in it. He still held his hand with bright eyes, with an envious look on his face. Said: "I don't know who it is, I'm so lucky to be Huo Yansheng's child, he will definitely be able to read his books every day, there will be many autographed books, and there are..."

Huo Xingzhou clenched his hand tightly, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, are you done yet?

"What? You still want to get to know him?" Huo Xingzhou clenched his wrist like he was gnashing his teeth, and rubbed it hard, making him tremble: "Do you want him to stop playing with me?"

Luo Xing said in a daze: "No, it's not."

Huo Xingzhou snorted coldly, and then his face softened a little, he thought about it but was secretly happy, and said sullenly, "If I treat you well with Huo Yansheng's son, who are you going to play with?"

Luo Xing was startled.

Why did he ask that? Of course it's him. He just likes Huo Yansheng's books, not him. What's more, what does Huo Yansheng's son have to do with him.

The person he likes is him.

"Say it!" Seeing that he had been silent, Huo Xingzhou raised his hand with a thought.

He knew where Luo Xing was the most ticklish, he was shy when the two of them were alone, and now on the bus, he must be even more embarrassed, so he stretched towards his waist brazenly.

He reached out from the hem of his clothes, caressed his lower back through the sweater, moved down unexpectedly and pressed hard on his waist, and sure enough, he could hear him biting his lips in the next second, but his lips still overflowed. One sound.

Although the two were sitting in the back row, the surveillance in the car was turned on, and Huo Xingzhou was not interested in letting others watch. He just rubbed through his clothes twice, and if he couldn't stand it, let's be honest, it wasn't too hard.

Luo Xing dodged his hand, gasping for breath: "Don't touch, don't touch, Huo Xingzhou is under surveillance."

"Then tell the truth quickly, or I'll go down." Huo Xingzhou made a gesture and stretched his hands down, touching the skin of his lower back.

Although his hands were warm, they were still a little cold compared to the skin on his waist. Luo Xing was already sensitive and ticklish, so when he touched his waist, he immediately trembled and bowed forward, but was pinched by Huo Xingzhou again and couldn't move.

"I said, I said, let go, Liang." Luo Xing pushed his hand begging for mercy, glanced at the camera in the car and other passengers, scared and nervous, and shook his head blushing.

Huo Xingzhou flexed his fingers and tapped his waist with his phalanx. He felt that he was about to cry before letting go, and stared at him even more displeased: "Hurry up."

Luo Xing looked at the passengers shyly, and took a long time to look away, pursed the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and whispered close to his ear, "Follow, follow you."

Originally, he was talking about who to play with, but the kid said something to him out of desperation.

Huo Xingzhou's hair was completely smoothed out this time, and he was in a good mood watching him shyly pulling the hem of his clothes down, wishing to hide himself in full armor and never let him touch him again.

Well.

The way to stop him from being sad is really to be shy?

Huo Xingzhou blinked his eyes while laughing, straightened his clothes for him, and smiled when he saw him staring at him tremblingly, afraid that he would make another move.

He is such a baby.

-

The journey was very long. After getting off the bus, Huo Xingzhou didn't say anything to let him wait for the bus. He took a taxi and directly gave the address, which was his home.

"Are your parents at home?" He nervously pulled off the corner of Huo Xingzhou's clothes, and said in a low voice, "You said that I went to buy something and went to someone's house as a guest. I should buy something."

Huo Xingzhou smiled: "No, you can just go to someone alone, you are just a gift, aren't you?"

Luo Xing was so nervous that he didn't hear this sentence, and he didn't notice the tender and doting look in Huo Xingzhou's eyes when he said this sentence.

Luo Xing looked down at the address that Yanran sent, and it seemed that he was also in the villa area of ​​their house, and said, "Also, I'm going to see Mr. Huo Yansheng, do you want to buy something? Wouldn't it be too impolite to leave empty-handed?"

Luo Xing thought about it, he still had some savings, and he still had a lot of money left over from the manuscript fee for Huo Yansheng's translation last time, so he should be able to buy something better.

Huo Xingzhou closed his eyes: "I won't buy it."

Seeing him closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep, Luo Xing hurriedly pulled his hand, fearing that the driver would hear him, he whispered, "Huo Xingzhou, don't sleep, help me think about it."

Huo Xingzhou didn't move.

"If I don't buy anything, what if your parents think I'm too rude and don't like me, and..."

Huo Xingzhou rolled his eyelids, and said to the driver: "Master, stop at the gift shop in front."

-

Holding a gift box, Luo Xing asked Huo Xingzhou anxiously: "Is this really okay?"

Just now Huo Xingzhou took him to a calligraphy and painting supply store, looked around and pointed to one at random, saying to buy that one, he bought it dubiously, but the price was too cheap, which made him very uneasy.

"I said yes, that's fine."

"Then why did you only ask me to buy a gift..." Luo Xing always felt that something was wrong, but he was so nervous now that he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"You'll know later." Huo Xingzhou didn't hold his hand, but walked ahead with his hands in his pockets.

He has no plans to let his parents know that he likes Luo Xing and is chasing Luo Xing, so as not to put pressure on him. Although his parents have a good relationship with the Lu family and the Ye family, it is one thing to get used to it. It's another thing not to accept that your son is bent.

He didn't mind himself, but he was afraid that Luo Xing would be treated differently by his parents.

Hold on.

When Luo Xing fell in love with him, the relationship between the two became stable, and when his parents accepted it and were willing to pamper him like himself.

Not only did he want to give Luo Xing happiness, but he also wanted to give him a father's love and a mother's love that he never had.

What he has never tasted before, what he has lost, he wants to make up for it all.

-

Huo Xingzhou raised his hand to press the fingerprint lock, and the door opened with a beep. Luo Xing hesitated for a moment, then pulled his sleeve and muttered: "Or I'd better..."

"Who?"

After Huo Yeshan finished writing the manuscript, he came down to drink water and happened to hear the sound of the door opening. He turned his head and saw Huo Xingzhou standing at the door first, and frowned: "What are you doing standing there?"

Luo Xing shrank his fingertips and became even more panicked. He looked at Huo Xingzhou hesitantly. He had never gotten along with elders. Even Zhao Jiulan didn't like him. Other people's parents...

How he pleases them.

"Don't be afraid, my dad is actually very easy-going except that he dislikes me." Huo Xingzhou noticed his panic, patted his hand comfortingly, and said softly, "Trust me."

Luo Xing looked into his eyes, as if instantly comforted, bit his lower lip and nodded lightly, unconsciously looked at the door, and looked at his appearance through the reflective glass.

Fairly clean and tidy.

Seeing him standing at the door, Huo Yeshan walked over frowning, but saw Luo Xing with a tense face head on, his tense and cold face suddenly softened a little, and he smiled.

"Dad." Huo Xingzhou smiled, raised his hand to take Luo Xing from the side, and blinked: "You are a book fan."

Huo Yeshan was stunned for a second, then came to his senses and said with a smile: "My kid is Luoxing, I heard Yanran said, I like the book you translated for me very much."

Luo Xing was dumbfounded, and stared blankly at Huo Yeshan's mouth moving. He understood every word, but when it came together, he suddenly couldn't understand it.

What he meant was... Luo Xing turned his head to look at Huo Xingzhou in a daze, and then saw him smiling and saying, "Child, have you never doubted why I have Huo Yansheng's autograph?"

Huo Xingzhou only raised his head and looked at him leisurely, waiting for him to understand.

Luo Xing looked at his smiling expression, his mind was running fast, he smashed and reassembled this sentence, why did he have Huo Yansheng's book.

ho...

Huo Yansheng's son is also studying in No. [-] Middle School, but he is just a bastard with first-rate ability to get into trouble and expose leaks.

Yes!

Huo Xingzhou watched his eyes slowly widen with a smile, and then opened his mouth in disbelief: "You...you are... Huo... Sister Yanran said, Huo Yansheng's son!"

As soon as the conversation stopped, Luo Xing felt a little impolite and pursed his lower lip, hurriedly looked away, and said incoherently: "Huo... Teacher Huo, I, I admire you very much, and I like your books very much. I, I, I am you fans!"

"Pfft." Huo Xingzhou couldn't help laughing as he looked at his nervous hands and feet and didn't know where to put them, explaining in a panic.

Huo Yeshan hurriedly said: "Come in, it's cold outside."

Luo Xing followed in blankly, looked at Huo Yeshan's back in only a knitted sweater, and silently swallowed his saliva.

Huo Xingzhou brought him slippers to change, and took off his down jacket which was hanging on the coat rack beside him, looked into his eyes, and mouthed, "Don't be nervous, my dad will like you, I will take the opportunity to talk to him later. I want some signed books, and I will put them on the floor of my room later."

Luo Xing didn't relax because of his joke, but became even more nervous.

He couldn't help turning his head and glaring at Huo Xingzhou. He clearly knew... He clearly knew that he was nervous, but he kept hiding it from him, watching him chattering about presents and nervously asking questions.

He did it on purpose!

Huo Yeshan sat on the sofa, stretched out his hand kindly, "please sit down."

Luo Xing sat on the sofa with his back muscles straight, his hands neatly placed on his knees, every nerve was tense, as if it could be shattered into powder at the touch of a touch.

Now he is not only Huo Yansheng, but also Huo Xingzhou's father and his family.

Luo Xing looked at him, and from admiration at the beginning, he hoped that he would like him and have a better impression of himself.

Huo Xingzhou poured three cups of tea over, pushed one cup in front of Huo Yeshan, and said politely, "Dad, drink tea."

Put another cup into Luo Xing's hand and cover his hands, and then began to say: "This is my deskmate, Luo Xing. Our school is No. 1. Our house will help me with my homework these few days, and I will stay for a few days."

Huo Yeshan glanced at him, thinking what kind of loose eyes can you learn, if you don't fall asleep after reading the textbook for 2 minutes, it's God's blessing.

"Can you take good care of the family?" Huo Yeshan looked away, then looked at Luo Xing, and smiled gently: "Huo Xingzhou has been a scoundrel since he was a child, and his mother and I didn't discipline him well, so we didn't cause you any trouble."

Luo Xing didn't dare to speak, his eyes stared at Huo Yeshan's mouth carefully, for fear of missing something and being impolite.

Hearing this, he hurriedly shook his head, and said in a warm voice, "Huo Xingzhou is very good." After thinking about it, he added: "He is studying very seriously now, and he improved a lot in the last monthly exam."

Huo Yeshan raised his eyebrows and went to look at Huo Xingzhou. He was caught off guard and saw the expression on his face, he couldn't bear to look directly at him and took it back.

"Cough." Huo Yeshan changed the subject and said, "Yan Ran showed me your translation. I also know a little bit of French. The translation is very good, especially..."

Luo Xing listened quietly, and waited for about two seconds before Huo Yeshan finished asking, and then began to answer in a gentle voice.

It was probably because Huo Yeshan was a scholar, and his aura gave Luo Xing a sense of stability. He gradually became less nervous, and he could answer fluently when he asked him about the book.

Huo Xingzhou turned his head and thought, he is immersed in Huo Yansheng's book fan character, if Wu Suyan is at home today, this child might be so shy.

He glanced at Luo Xing, got up and went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and saw that there was a half-sized porcelain soup pot of soup and some vegetables in it, so he took it out and heated it up.

When they finished talking, it was almost time to eat.

Huo Xingzhou hooked up a chair, sat in the kitchen and played with his mobile phone while looking at the pot. Suddenly a text message popped up on his mobile phone, and he frowned.

"Xingzhou, it's Min Yao's birthday in a few days, I want to visit her—Xue Jian."

WeChat has already been blocked and deleted, how dare he send text messages to himself?

"Why, Min Yao's death date has something to do with you, so don't even think about her birthday now?" Huo Xingzhou sneered, and replied to his message for the first time.

"After so many years, I also know that I was negligent and overestimated my drinking capacity, but I also regret it now. Why don't you forgive me?"

Looking at the text message, Huo Xingzhou could even think of Xue Jian's cold and beautiful face with slightly frowned brows and red eyes. Didn't he rely on this to deceive Min Yao's feelings back then?

"Unless you bring the murderer to justice, or bring Min Yao back to life, or make Min Yao never know you." Huo Xingzhou glanced at the two people who were still talking happily in the living room, and turned back to continue editing Text message: "Can you, if you can't, get out."

The other end was quiet for a long time, and just when Huo Xingzhou was about to put away his phone, another message popped up: "You mean, in this life...you will never forgive me again, right?"

Huo Xingzhou replied: "It's been three years, did you know?"

After a long time, Xue Jian replied with one word: "Okay."

-

After Huo Xingzhou finished heating up all the dishes and soup, he turned around and saw that the two of them were no longer in the living room, and was startled.

He turned off the fire and came out to see that Luo Xing came down the stairs with a smile on his arms holding a stack of books. If it wasn't for the steps, he doubted that the kid would be able to jump down.

So easy to please?

Huo Xingzhou's heart ached, and it was on someone else's body. If he had such a painful and dark past, he might look crooked, but he was able to turn this into goodwill.

Because of a book, because of a person, I am so happy.

Huo Xingzhou leaned against the door of the open kitchen, put one foot against the wall and smiled to see him running over, rubbed his head, and asked with a smile from the corner of his eyes: "Are you really going to ask for a book?"

Luo Xing blushed, looked down at the book, then looked up and smiled: "Uncle Huo gave it."

"Oh, I'm called uncle now. The relationship between you two is developing very fast." Huo Xingzhou blinked, raised his hand and pinched his earlobe, "Are you still nervous?"

Luo Xing swallowed his saliva and nodded.

He is still very nervous. Just now, he discussed with Huo Yeshan for so long about "The Wind in the Blood", and it seems that he said it instinctively. Now he can't even recall how he answered it until Huo Yeshan smiled and asked He followed upstairs, still in a daze.

Huo Yeshan took him into the study room, took out more than a dozen books from the bookshelf, opened the title pages one by one, signed his name inside, and then looked up and asked him what two words his name was.

Luo Xing hurriedly replied: "On the banks of the Luoshui River, Luo Xing sails against the current."

Huo Yeshan lowered his eyes and laughed, wrote "To Luo Xing" in smooth handwriting, and then pushed the book in front of him: "Write a book to reward your confidant for a lifetime, and forget your age for a lifetime of leisure."

-

After eating, Huo Xingzhou cleaned up the bowl and threw it into the dishwasher, then took Luo Xing upstairs.

Huo Yeshan went out on business, and there were only two of them left at home.

Luo Xing was holding the dozen or so books, flipping through them one by one with a smile on his face, and he was reluctant to touch them. Huo Xingzhou read them with great taste, and wished he could throw them all away.

He raised his hand, took a book and opened it casually, and glanced at it: "Is there anything to look at, is it as good as mine?"

Luo Xing felt so happy now that it was so unreal that he actually went to see him according to his words. After carefully looking at him for a long time, he realized what he was doing. His face suddenly turned red, and he stammered and avoided his eyes: "This How can it be compared."

Huo Xingzhou leaned over reluctantly, pulled him onto the bed and pressed him down, "Quickly tell me, the book looks good to me?"

Luo Xing avoided him with a smile: "I don't know."

"Do you know?" Huo Xingzhou raised his hand to tickle him, scratched his stomach twice, and asked him with a smile: "You are at my house now, don't think about leaving unless you say something nice."

Luo Xing was ticklish, and struggled wildly with his scratched hands and feet, vaguely heard this sentence, and deliberately said: "The book is beautiful."

"Okay, the book is beautiful." Huo Xingzhou sneered, and reached out to lift the hem of his clothes. He pressed his fingertips around his navel and scratched twice: "Are you asking me to keep you on purpose? Then let me take a look at our house." Do you have a puppy leash, tie you up in my house, and you have to beg me if you want to go out."

"Don't do it, don't do it, it's itchy." Luo Xing couldn't bear it anymore, begging for mercy: "I won't say anything."

Huo Xingzhou snorted coldly, grabbed his wrist and pressed it on top of his head, bullying him condescendingly, "Don't say no, you said just now that I have no good books."

Luo Xing looked at his face close at hand, breathing so close as if he was kissing him, couldn't help but blush, and his breathing became a little messy.

There was a stream of heat slowly flowing down the navel that he was pressing with his fingers. Luo Xing moved his legs uncomfortably, feeling his face and ears were hot, and whispered, "You look good."

"It's not too bad." Huo Xingzhou saw that there was a little sweat on his forehead, and he was afraid that he would catch a cold so he let go of his hand and stopped making trouble with him.

The heating in the house is very good, so it's okay to wear a little thinner. He tilted his head and looked out the window, then stood up suddenly and opened the cabinet door, found a set of pajamas and threw them on the bed.

"Go take a shower, it will snow again, we won't go out, just change into pajamas, this is my mother's new one for me, I haven't worn it." Huo Xingzhou took a set from the bed and now He said, "I'll go to the guest room downstairs to wash, and come back and do homework together."

Luo Xing hugged his pajamas and nodded with a blushing face.

Huo Xingzhou first went to the bathroom to adjust the water temperature, put the hot water on for a while and felt warm inside, then closed the door, came out and said, "Go in and wash, will the water temperature be adjusted?"

Luo Xing hesitated and shook his head.

Huo Xingzhou smiled, took his hand and pulled him into the bathroom, led him to turn the knobs one by one, and finally turned on the shower suddenly, and the warm water fell all of a sudden, which startled him, and subconsciously hid behind Huo Xingzhou.

"Pfft." Huo Xingzhou watched him shrinking behind him with a broken smile, blinked his eyes like a frightened deer, and turned off the shower.

"Wash it, I'm going out, call me if you want anything."

Luo Xing pushed him, silently blaming him for scaring himself, and when he closed the door, he began to feel his heart palpitations again, thumping wildly.

He came to Huo Xingzhou's house again, and he might be able to live with him for a long time, use his bathroom to take a shower, wear his pajamas, live in... live in his bed.

Luo Xing felt that he was about to fly with happiness, his whole body was light and light, and even the non-slip mats on the soles of his feet were as soft as cotton when stepped on.

He raised his hands to take off his clothes one by one, and couldn't help but look down at the position of his navel, which was slightly sunken, deeper than the waist, and moved with his breathing.

Huo Xingzhou seems to like it very much... Luo Xing trembled his fingertips, touched it lightly, felt himself trembling along with him, and looked up, hurriedly withdrew his hand and dared not look again.

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Huo Xingzhou took a quick shower. Luo Xing was still washing when he came up. Hearing the sound of water, he thought worriedly, maybe he fainted inside, so he hurriedly walked over and knocked on the door: "Luo Xing."

no respond.

Huo Xingzhou didn't know if he didn't hear it, or if he really fainted, the more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and he slammed on the door: "Luo Xing!"

As soon as the sound of water stopped, Luo Xing said uncertainly: "Is it... Huo Xingzhou?"

Huo Xingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, hummed, and raised his voice and said, "Have you finished washing? Don't wash for too long, you may become dizzy due to lack of oxygen."

"I know, I know."

Moments later, Luo Xing opened the door and came out. His hair was dripping wet, and one drop fell on his eyelashes, which he shook off in the blink of an eye. It hit his collarbone and shattered into several halves.

The pajamas were Huo Xingzhou's size, and they were too big for Luo Xing. The cuffs and trousers were folded in two thick layers, and the neckline exposed a large collarbone.

His skin was steaming hot and pink, so thin and tender that people couldn't help but want to come over to him, rub him into his arms and bite him hard.

Huo Xingzhou coughed to hide it, and said, "The pajamas are a little too big, you can wear them first, and I'll take you out tomorrow to buy one that fits."

Luo Xing nodded.

"Come here." Huo Xingzhou waved to him.

Luo Xing hesitated for two seconds and came over. He always felt that although he was wearing pajamas, he was still naked. He walked to his side with difficulty and was pushed on the chair.

"Blow dry your hair." Huo Xingzhou plugged in the hair dryer, adjusted the temperature of the hair dryer on the back of his hand, and then approached Luo Xing, and asked while blowing, "Is the temperature okay?"

"Just right." Luo Xing had never been taken care of like this before, and this person was Huo Xingzhou, so he immediately stretched out his hand a little embarrassedly: "I'll do it myself, you go and blow your hair, don't catch a cold .”

"It's okay." Huo Xingzhou finished drying his hair gently with his hands, and then scratched his head casually, dried it and threw it aside.

During this gap, Luo Xing had already opened his schoolbag, found out all the papers, and was sitting at the low table by the bay window waiting for him.

Huo Xingzhou glanced at the test paper and discussed it: "Mr. Luo, can I play a game for a while?"

"No." Luo Xing pushed the paper to his side, handed over the pen again without questioning, and said a little embarrassedly: "Uncle Huo said, let me supervise you and not let you play games."

Huo Xingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Oh, he's my dad, why do you listen to him like that? Do you want to call him dad too?"

Luo Xing didn't understand for a while, so he said, "What?"

"It's nothing." Huo Xingzhou coughed, walked over resignedly, and said, "Okay, just do your homework when you do your homework. Who told us little darlings not to play games?"

Luo Xing lowered his eyes and snickered, the phone that was placed aside suddenly vibrated, he looked down, and there was a background message on it.

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