Planetary revolution

When Xia Xing came home from school, old man Qu was drinking tea with a young man in the living room.

When the water boiled and the tea boiled, the round spout of the pottery of Gantang purple pottery made a gurgling sound.

Tieguanyin's sweet and sweet lingering fragrance overflows, and the pear wood lamp and Qu Liu desk are filled with a light layer of fresh air.

On the old man's face was a bold smile that he hadn't seen since he fell ill, and even his white eyebrows were pulled and raised.

It seems that the person to chat with is really popular.

Xia Xingxing closed the door with a "click", took off the schoolbag on his back, and shouted, "Grandpa, I'm back."

The voice is as clear as an unripe red pomegranate in the yard in May. It is sweet and soft, but it seems to have a fruity sour taste in late spring and early summer, and it is not greasy at all.

"Hey, it's so early today?" Qu Zongnan waved to him lovingly with a smile on his face: "Come on, the stars come here."

Pointing to the side, he solemnly introduced: "This is Mr. Huo who I mentioned to you earlier."

Xia Xingxing raised his eyes in the direction of the old man's finger and looked over. The man with his legs crossed casually, was young, with phoenix eyes, thin lips, long legs with slashed shoulders, straight nose, and sharp and deep arcs in his upturned eyes.

A simple and elegant haute couture suit set off the aura of the upper class, with little expression, and the profile of Yingjun Xiaosu was a little cold.

It was arranged by Mr. Qu some time ago to stay at the house of this Ancheng financial tycoon until the end of the college entrance examination.

Old man Qu is not his own grandfather, but his parents' former teacher.

He was less than eight years old when the Xia family was defeated.

After that, he wandered outside alone for a long time, living a life of hunger and food.

It was three years ago that old man Qu and the old lady returned to China for retirement and found out about this, they were heartbroken and kindly adopted him.

In the first half of this year, before the spring had passed, Mrs. Qu went west by Hexi. Since then, Mrs. Qu also became ill and became more and more serious.

Until recently, when I was preparing for a major operation and entered the recuperation period, I was too busy to take care of myself.

Qu Zongnan was obsessed with academics all his life and had no children. Xia Xingxing was in the critical period of his third year of high school.

Although he himself felt that it was not a big deal for him to prepare for the exam while taking care of his grandfather, the old man firmly refused.

Such a good seedling must not be delayed by his dying bones.

It just so happened that Huo Jingshi, his favorite student when he was abroad a few days ago, returned to Ancheng to develop, so he solemnly entrusted him with this job.

Xia Xingxing noticed that since he entered the door, this Mr. Huo's gaze fell on him right away.

He bent down slightly, nodded, and smiled lightly, revealing his white canine teeth, and the pear dimples on his cheeks made him look docile and well-behaved.

"Hello, Mr. Huo." The young man's voice was clear and calm, like a spring hitting a rock.

The posture is just right, with the politeness to the elders, but not too warm and obsequious.

Huo Jingshi's eyes paused for a moment, and there was a small ripple in his sinking eyes, but it was only for a moment, and the teacup in his hand fell to the table with a resounding sound.

He raised his eyebrows, and his voice was deep and low: "Don't remember me?"

The voice is low and magnetic, as deep as a flower carving.

But this young man has a kind of non-anger self-prestige that has been in the top position for a long time. Even if his tone does not have any sharp force, the lingering power of his voice is exhausted, but Xia Xingxing can't help being taken aback.

He blinked his eyes in a daze, and his honest and bright eyes met the other party's eyes faintly stained with scrutiny and inquiry.

Xia Xingxing opened his mouth, but Mr. Qu fell into the pain of the tragic past one step ahead of him.

"Jing Shi, I haven't had time to tell you about this, it's all my fault that the old woman and I came back too late, Xing Xing had a car accident not long after the Xia family accident, and I don't remember many things."

"Over the years, I have also taken him to see doctors in many big hospitals, but he hasn't made much progress..."

Amnesia?

Among the [-] scenarios of reuniting with Planet Xia, Huo Jingshi only missed this possibility.

The man's slender fingers lightly tapped the edge of the armrest of the willow wooden chair, his eyebrows were raised, and his phoenix eyes were slightly frowned. His burning eyes were like two torches trying to distinguish the true from the false.

Xia Xingxing seemed unaware of this questioning and scrutiny, but bent his lips to Huo Jingshi apologetically, as if to say "I made you laugh".

Very gentle, the sun fell on his brows, and his whole person had a quiet and peaceful temperament that did not match his age.

The young man took old man Qu's withered hand, and said softly, "Grandpa, I'm fine. I'm not doing well now."

Old Master Qu still felt sorry for him, so he took up the pretense of his master when he was studying abroad and told Huo Jingshi: "Jing Shi, this is my favorite junior, the old man, he suffered from a car accident and has a bad stomach. You have to take good care of me, bump into bumps, suffer a little bit of grievance, I'm the only one to ask!"

He was too emotional, coughed a few times, and then sighed a little helplessly: "I don't have any other vision, you just treat me as the last point of an old man who is about to die..."

"Grandpa!" Xia Xingxing cut off his smile and interrupted Qu Zongnan with a sullen face. Unexpectedly, he coughed himself, and his thin body looked even weaker.

When the boy flattened the corners of his mouth and didn't smile, he looked a little cold.

Old Master Qu patted Xia Xingxing's thin shoulder kindly with his eyebrows: "Okay, okay, grandpa can't talk, let's not talk, our A Xing is not angry, and he will learn a lot from time to time. We stars want to earn a great future and enjoy happiness."

Xia Xingxing couldn't laugh or cry, the old man thought highly of him too much.

The young man nodded obediently, seeing that the tea soup in the guest's tea bowl was exhausted, he picked up the teapot and refilled Huo Jingshi's tea for seven minutes.

He wiped the rim of the bowl carefully, and after the scalding heat had dissipated, he used mahogany tea tweezers to lightly clamp it to the batik coaster in front of him.

Good at observing words and colors, and nuanced.

Huo Jingshi evaluated silently in his heart.

Xia Xingxing had a shallow dimple when he curled the corner of his mouth, filled with a faint light, and looked very obedient: "Please trouble Mr. Huo."

He met the man's gaze and found that the shape of the other's eyes fluctuated naturally like flowing water.

The phoenix eye is known for its rare beauty, but when the light in his eyes flowed, there was a kind of fierce look and hope.

There is a little fresh air before the snow hidden in Tieguanyin, and there is a strong tea fragrance in the mouth, which is a little bit astringent for no reason.

Huo Jingshi turned the celadon tea bowl around, his slender index finger lightly tapped the edge of the tea bowl, his eyes as dark as a deep pool narrowed.

He nodded slightly, took a sip of tea, and tried to put his tone as gentle as possible: "No."

While calmly looking at the polite young man in front of him.

His innocent and harmless face was a little sickly pale, and he was spooning new tea with an elegant long citron.

The technique is neat and simple, the dark and simple tea set, the dark green and elegant tea color set off his hands even more beautifully, and his hands are as white as porcelain jade, and his movements of making tea are smooth and smooth, which is very pleasing to the eye.

I don't know whether it is the etiquette that was cultivated in the Xia family or the influence of Mr. Qu.

Xia Xingxing's tone of voice and expression were not in keeping with his age's frankness, generosity and restraint, and his demeanor moved forward and backward properly.

I haven't seen him in ten years, Xia Xing is very different from what he remembered.

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