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Huo's house is the ancestral home of the Huo family. It was originally a Huo mansion. After several expansions, it took up half of the mountainside and even included a whole lake.

Fifteen years ago, Mr. Huo Huo Qitai abdicated, and Huo Weiping, the new head of the Huo family, officially took over this ancestral house.

The Huo family came from wealth all the way, and caught up with the wave of the new era in the new century, standing in the wind and skyrocketing all the way, and now the Huo family ranks first among the major families in Jiangzhou.

But compared with the wealth of the Huo family, the descendants of the Huo family are not prosperous.

Huo Weiping's mother Cui Hongti is Huo Qitai's second wife.

His first wife passed away early, leaving only one daughter and one son. The eldest daughter was married long ago, and his son is a dou who cannot afford to support him. Now the group holds the title of vice president under Huo's name.

The youngest son, Huo Weiping, is capable, so Huo Qitai specially facilitated his marriage with Meng Ling, the only daughter of the century-old Meng family.

It's just that Huo Weiping and Meng Ling separated after a few years of marriage because of their emotional discord. For many years, there was only Huo Qiao, a junior in this line.

It can be said that Huo Qiao grew up bearing the expectations of the Huo and Meng families.

Such expectations weighed heavily on his shoulders like two mountains.

Huo Qiao would be breathless because of this when he was a child, but after he understood some things, he became more rebellious.

The car was driving on the asphalt mountain road, the sky was a bit dull and the clouds were thick.

From a distance, Huo's ancestral house is hidden in the emerald garden, and the beautiful white building is half exposed from the greenery.

The vehicle drove through the back lake, and the long lake shore was like a circle of silver-white bones.

There are occasional waves rising from the lake, and small boats are parked by the lake, but today is obviously not a suitable weather for swimming in the lake.

Huo Qiao looked at the winding silver-white lakeshore expressionlessly, wondering what kind of bone it would be if it was a bone——the Huo Mansion entrenched on the mountainside always reminds Huo Qiao of some kind of ferocious dormancy the beast.

He picked up a can of drink from the caravan table, and with a "click", he opened the mouth of the can with his slender white fingers.

Huo Qiao lowered his eyes to look at the bubbling liquid in the can, and his thoughts finally turned to why Huo Weiping suddenly called him back.

Recently, Huo Weiping was in Europe to discuss cooperation. According to expectations, he should not be back until the eve of the New Year's Eve.

But now it is ahead of schedule, why?

When Huo Qiao thought of the phone call Huo Weiping made to him, he was calm and steady, without a trace of strangeness.

Such performance often represents two directions.

First, it's really all right, Huo Weiping's mood is not good but not bad either.

Second, Huo Weiping became angry.

Huo Qiao couldn't help chuckling, thinking what did he do recently that made Huo Weiping so angry?

The car drove past guest buildings and finally stopped in front of the garden of the main house.

The mouth of the bronze animal head statue was still bubbling out of the fountain. Huo Qiao stepped on the faint sound of running water, walked around the garden, and then came to the gate of the main house.

The old housekeeper of Huo Zhai stood in front of the gate, bowed to him gentlemanly, and made a gesture of "please come in".

Huo Qiao took a look at him, stretched out his hand, and he pushed open the heavy door of Huo's house.

There were no other servants in the lobby, only a dusty Huo Weiping sitting on the sofa.

He obviously hasn't changed his clothes yet. He is wearing a decent tailor-made suit. He is leaning on the sofa with his head up, one hand on his temple, his eyes closed and he doesn't know what to think.

Huo Qiao frowned slightly, not hiding the sound of his footsteps.

Huo Weiping opened his eyes, and he stared at Huo Qiao for a long time.

Then he pointed to the sofa beside him, "Sit."

After all, the two still have similarities. When they are also expressionless, they look more like father and son.

Huo Qiao didn't speak, he sat down on the sofa.

Huo Weiping raised his chin towards the coffee table again, and said calmly, "Explain."

Huo Qiao's eyes fell on the coffee table, which was piled with some photos.

He reached out to pick up the stack of photos, and his pupils shrank suddenly after seeing the first one clearly.

——The first one is the scene of him and Chu Yan kissing in the snow.

Huo Qiao looked at the back again, the photo was blurry, and he and Chu Yan could barely be identified.

It can also be seen that it was copied from various monitors.

There are Yulan Huating, the streets outside the No. [-] Middle School, Jiangwan Square, the Oceanarium, and the movie theater, etc., where he and Chu Yan have been.

In the photos, he and Chu Yan were holding hands or kissing. Looking at these photos, Huo Qiao suddenly let out a low laugh.

He thought, Huo Weiping really did a great job.

Huo Weiping was surprisingly calm today, and he wasn't annoyed when he heard Huo Qiao's laughter, he just asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Huo Qiao didn't answer him.

"Nothing to explain."

He met Huo Weiping's gaze, and said calmly, "That's it."

Huo Weiping stared at Huo Qiao closely, his eyes were like two sharp knives, he asked in a deep voice, "Huo Qiao, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Ah."

There was even a faint smile on the corner of Huo Qiao's lips, "I know very well."

"Bastard!"

Huo Weiping exploded all of a sudden, the previously suppressed anger could no longer be suppressed, he suddenly slapped Huo Qiao hard!

Huo Qiao didn't hide.

Huo Weiping's slap slapped him firmly across the face. Huo Qiao's ears rang from the slap, and he became deaf for a moment.

A bright red palm print quickly appeared on his cold white face, and Huo Qiao raised his hand to wipe the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

——Huo Qiao has never been injured so seriously since he fought with others.

Huo Weiping threw all the photos on Huo Qiao, and said angrily: "I asked you to transfer to the No. [-] Middle School, so that you can fall in love with boys?!"

Seeing Huo Weiping's angry look, Huo Qiao couldn't help but want to laugh.

The movement of laughing opened the corner of his bleeding mouth, which was very painful, but Huo Qiao seemed to feel more and more happy as the pain increased.

He looked up at Huo Weiping, and asked calmly and even with some joy, "Do you still think I'm something you can manipulate?"

His smile turned into full of sarcasm in Huo Weiping's eyes, and his question was extremely presumptuous.

No one had ever dared to speak to Huo Weiping in such a tone.

For some reason, Huo Weiping suddenly thought of the year when Huo Qiao was five years old, he refused to let Huo Qiao go to find Meng Ling, Huo Qiao broke his leg and went to find Meng Ling.

The small figure of Huo Qiao back then and the rebellious Huo Qiao now slowly overlapped in front of his eyes.

Huo Weiping closed his eyes, held back his anger and said, "Let me ask you, are you just playing around or are you serious?"

He looked at Huo Qiao with heavy eyes, and his whole body released the low pressure from long-term high-level cultivation, as if he wanted to give Huo Qiao one last chance.

Huo Qiao suddenly felt very boring.

He looked down at the photo thrown to the ground by Huo Weiping, thought for a moment, bent down and picked up the photo of kissing in the snow.

Huo Weiping narrowed his eyes to watch his movements, and saw Huo Qiao raised his lips and smiled, "What do you think?"

Huo Qiao said word by word: "In this life, I can't have anyone else but him."

These words made Huo Weiping's blood pressure surge up in an instant.

"Look at what you look like now!"

Huo Weiping couldn't hide his anger, he rolled up the sleeves of his suit, then raised his hand and punched Huo Qiao heavily in the face.

"Your grandfather and I have taught you for so long, and this is how you repay us?"

Huo Weiping didn't stay strong, the strength of a grown man made Huo Qiao stagger.

Huo Qiao tilted his head, and felt the corners of his mouth split open again, and a fishy red liquid slowly flowed down.

When a drop of blood fell on the carpet, it blended with the intricately patterned hand-woven carpet.

Huo Qiao looked down at this scene, and suddenly asked: "Before you want me to become what you expect, have you ever asked me what kind of person I want to be?"

Huo Weiping was so angry that he sneered.

"I think you are out of your mind."

He said: "From today onwards, you don't need to go to No. [-] Middle School anymore, just pack up and go abroad directly."

Huo Qiao didn't frown when he was beaten by Huo Weiping, but now he frowned.

He looked at Huo Weiping and said clearly, "I won't leave."

Huo Weiping suddenly felt that his son was a hard bone that could not be chopped off, and it gave him more headaches than ever before.

He was so angry that he turned around in the living room like a trapped animal, kicked over the golden nanmu tea table, and the precious tea set was shattered to the ground. Amidst the crackling sound, Huo Weiping suddenly looked at Huo Qiao coldly :

"If you don't go, tell that boy to go."

"Isn't their family short of money? I heard they even opened a hot pot restaurant?"

Huo Weiping said calmly, "He's not bad at studying, right?"

He looked at Huo Qiao, "Tell me, if I give him a chance to study in a prestigious foreign school as a gift, how would he choose?"

Huo Qiao's sharp jawline was tense, he heard clearly Huo Weiping's implied threat, and he heard clearly that Huo Weiping used the word "bonus".

Huo Qiao's eyes seemed to be lit with a handful of fire, but those black pupils became deeper.

The father and son looked at each other silently but steadfastly.

They are alike, and somehow share the same stubbornness.

Huo Qiao laughed suddenly, and the laughter was very cold.

He flicked the slightly wrinkled clothes on his body indifferently, and the blood on the back of the cold white hand was shocking.

Half of his face was very red and swollen, and the corner of his mouth was stained with blood, but the other half of his face was as perfect as a piece of fine jade, and as handsome as the most outstanding work of a master sculptor.

Huo Qiao said, "Why bother?"

His cold white thin eyelids drooped slightly, and there was a cold and carefree smile on the corner of his mouth.

"There's no need to use those methods," Huo Qiao said, "Because from today onwards, I'm no longer a member of the Huo family."

Huo Weiping frowned, but didn't react for a while, "What did you say?"

Huo Qiao looked up at him, cold and calm, "I voluntarily give up all the rights I enjoy in the Huo family. I have used yours for these years, and I will return them. You can settle the bill and ask someone to send me the bill."

He smiled, "If you want me to repay the kindness of nurturing, you can also ask for a price, but the repayment time may take longer."

Huo Qiao was silent, "Mr. Huo please bear with me."

Huo Weiping was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He pointed to the door and said angrily, "Get lost—"

Huo Qiao raised his eyebrows, and walked towards the gate without saying a word. He didn't even drink his saliva from the beginning to the end, and only took away the photo that he picked up.

Seeing that Huo Qiao was really about to leave, Huo Weiping snorted angrily, "Don't come back when you leave, remember what you said today."

Huo Qiao didn't turn his head, just said: "I remember it very clearly."

At this moment, Huo Qiao's mind was wider than ever. The shadows that Huo Zhai brought to him in the past 18 years seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog—it faded, and Huo Qiao thought that maybe one day the fog would dissipate with the shadows. Get it clean.

He can completely leave this cold, unpopular place.

Walking to the entrance, Huo Qiao saw Meng Ling.

Meng Ling was wearing a camel-colored cashmere coat, and a section of her white calf was exposed under a slim black knit skirt. She stood at the entrance with her arms folded, her nails were bright red.

I don't know how long I have been listening.

Seeing Huo Qiao, the corners of her lips curved slightly, her black and white eyes fell on Huo Qiao, and she looked away after only a few seconds without interest.

"Don't die outside, it's not easy to explain to the old man and the old lady."

The old man and old lady Meng Ling was talking about was naturally not the Huo family, but the late Mr. Meng and Mrs. Meng.

Huo Qiao let out a "hmm".

When he was in Deyin, Huo Qiao was confessed by the same sex.

For a moment, he thought that if he really accepted, would Meng Ling pay more attention to him because he became gay?

Even if it was because of surprise or anger, would he think of his son and feel sad?

Would you regret having ignored him for so many years?

Now Huo Qiao finally knew.

Meng Ling would not.

Huo Qiao smiled, but he was no longer the innocent person who needed care as small as a needle from the vast ocean.

He's already had lots and lots of love.

Huo Qiao walked out of Huo's house firmly, leaving behind all his distinguished background, all his rich life, all his gloomy childhood, all the shadows of the past——

Never looked back.

-

Meng Ling crossed her arms and looked at the decadent man covering his face. She seemed to have never seen Huo Weiping in such a depressed moment.

No, there are still.

Meng Ling thought of that year when she was pregnant and broke Huo Weiping's affair.

Only one marriage consumed all the love in her life.

She looked at the main house of the Huo family's carved beams and painted buildings, and suddenly chuckled.

"You and Mr. Huo have raised Huo Qiao for more than ten years, but you still treat him as a tool."

Huo Weiping raised his head when he heard the voice, and didn't ask why Meng Ling came here, but instead asked, "Don't you?"

Meng Ling looked at her bright red fingers, and said generously, "I am."

To her, Huo Qiao was a piece of meat that fell from her stomach, and it was just a piece of meat.

When the old man and the old lady were around, they were always looking forward to and doting on this grandson, but Meng Ling didn't have any extra feelings.

From the moment she decided to give birth to Huo Qiao, Huo Qiao's fate was already doomed.

She won't love him, but he will become the continuation of Huo Meng's bloodline.

Now Huo Qiao suddenly decided to give up the identity of the Huo family, which surprised her a little, but that's all.

She even said to Huo Weiping with a smile, "Why don't you let Huo Qiao change his surname to Meng, just to fulfill the old man's wish."

Huo Weiping looked at her with a wry smile.

"Why, not willing?" Meng Ling raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Don't you have another son?"

This time Huo Weiping's smile was even more bitter.

He said bitterly, "How many times do I have to tell you before you will believe that I never had a baby with anyone else."

"Really." Meng Ling smiled nonchalantly.

-

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the wide and long asphalt mountain road was covered by dark clouds.

But the rain did not fall after all.

The mountain where Huo Zhai is located is restricted, and other vehicles except authorized private cars are not allowed to get on.

After Huo Qiao came out of Huo Mansion, he walked down the mountain on foot.

When he was walking on the road, he saw Meng Ling's car driving up from behind.

But Meng Ling didn't stop, and Huo Qiao continued walking indifferently.

He walked to the foot of the mountain and saw the bus stop in the night.

Huo Qiao's face was burning with pain, but his heart was happy.

Seeing a bus coming, he lifted his tired legs and got on the bus.

The moment he sat firmly in the car, the rain that had been brewing in the sky for a long time suddenly fell.

Like a winter baptism.

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