Planetary revolution

Since the last time we went to the mall to buy things together and came back, Xia Xingxing hadn't seen Huo Jingshi at home for several days.

During the day, one of them goes to work and the other goes to school, and at night, one socializes and the other works part-time. The travel time is staggered.

Occasionally, I went downstairs to drink water and met, but it was just a quick meeting.

Xia Xingxing was a little surprised to see the thinner jaw line and the faint blue shadow of the eyelids.

After hesitating for a moment, he still cared routinely: "Is Mr. Huo very busy recently? You should pay more attention to your body."

Huo Jingshi looked at Xia Xingxing for the first time these days, and felt that the boy seemed to have grown taller, almost reaching the height of his nose.

He nodded, said nothing, and returned to the study with the cup in one hand.

It wasn't that he deliberately avoided Xia Xingxing, but an urgent project suddenly came up at hand.

But there is also the reason why he went along with the situation after realizing that he seemed to care too much about the Yixia planet that night.

The phone call he overheard really made him feel uncomfortable, and it's not an exaggeration to say that he was chilled.

Xia Xingxing's indifference, vigilance and alienation are like a pot of cold water pouring directly on his enthusiasm to restore the relationship and restore the relationship.

It's not normal.

Huo Jingshi opened a new document neatly, thinking calmly and indifferently.

His eyes should not stay too much on a strange old man.

He has never been in the situation of being moved by anyone.

Even though he has made up his mind to let go of all the past, the present Xia Xingxing is just an object for him to be entrusted by his mentor.

A high school student who needs a stable environment.

He doesn't need to care too much about his attitude towards himself, he just needs to meet the other party's basic needs and fulfill his status as a temporary guardian.

Whether the other party trusts him or not, or whether he is close or not, is not in his consideration.

But even if they deliberately avoid it, they still live under the same roof, and they don't see each other when they look up.

It's just that Huo Jingshi didn't expect that the place where he saw Xia Xingxing again was the study room at home.

Except for the public areas such as the garden pond and the living room, Xia Xing seldom wandered around in Huo's house.

His principle of prudence in words and deeds was perfectly carried out.

But the English paper written tonight was a bit out of line, which made him very upset and irritable. There were too many unfamiliar words, and he was not used to using the mobile phone. Following the old man's temperament, he still prefers paper books, which are more hand-feeling.

I really want a dictionary.

Xia Xingxing picked up and put down the pen, hesitated for a few minutes, then stood up and walked towards the study.

Huo Jingshi introduced him to the study room on the second floor when he first moved in. The other party told him that there are a lot of books in it, and he is welcome to borrow it if necessary.

And that's not where he works, Huo Jingshi has his own dedicated workshop, which is at best a library.

Xia Xingxing straightened his back to make himself more upright, he just went to borrow a dictionary and came out as soon as he found it.

The design of the study room is very unlike Huo Jingshi's style, it does not have a cold commercial atmosphere, but is simple and calm.

It was the first time Xia Xingxing came in to take a serious look at it, and a little envy suddenly arose in his heart. When would he also have a library like this of his own.

Red cage window lamps, cloth dyed hanging curtains, curved willow letters, and a small pavilion separated by mahogany.

Without asking the owner, Xia Xingxing naturally wouldn't touch his book at will.

He was a little surprised as he moved slowly along the huge golden nanmu bookcase.

Huo Jingshi's books include Chinese and foreign ancient and modern, Latin ancient philosophy, foreign original novels, authentic works signed by the winner of the Gongcourt Prize, and many out-of-print collections that he has only heard of names but are not in circulation at all...

This is not like Huo Jingshi's style, nor is it like his book list.

He thought that a businessman with such a strong ambition and direct purpose like Huo Jingshi would not waste his time reading these "useless" miscellaneous books.

Between several natural law philosophy works, Xia Xingxing found a comic with a badly worn cover.

It seemed that the paper pages were a little peeled off, with rough edges, and there were still big childish characters and messy scribbles on them.

The whole book is out of place here, and it seems abrupt.

Xia Xingxing's eyes narrowed slightly, and within three seconds, he glanced over as if nothing had happened, and by the way, looked up to see if there were cameras in the four corners of the ceiling.

Looks like not.

He felt relieved.

Although Xia Xingxing was very moved by these precious collections, he quickly suppressed his inner desire and excitement, and just quickly found an ordinary Oxford dictionary according to the engine, and was about to leave.

The bookshelf is a bit high, and he has to step on the wooden ladder and tiptoe again to get it.

The Oxford Dictionary is very old, and the hairy title page, yellowed paper, and broken binding lines all make him feel familiar.

He spread the thick book in the palm of his hand and flipped through it. He didn't know which page had a corner exposed. He pulled it lightly, and unexpectedly pulled out an old photo that was yellowed.

Xia Xingxing's gaze narrowed slightly.

The background is a playground, cotton candy, balloons and a Ferris wheel in the distance.

Huo Jingshi looked like a teenager, wearing a high school uniform, black hair and white clothes, slender eyebrows, two black eyebrows flying diagonally, tightly knit together, his whole person had a kind of indifferent elegance.

Beside him was a little boy who was tugging at his hand, wearing cute and foreign-style children's clothing, with a bright smile, in stark contrast to Huo Jingshi's disgusted and impatient expression.

But those two black grape-like eyes are not much different from the current him.

It looks like a group photo, but the distance between the two of them can fit another handful of inflated balloons.

"what are you doing?"

The low and indifferent voice suddenly broke into the empty and quiet study room, startling Xia Xingxing.

He stood on a high place, shook his body and shook his hands, and the old photo slid down to the ground between the two of them along the flow of air.

It's okay, face up.

Huo Jingshi glanced at it, his black eyes were deep, and his eyes instantly became deep and elusive, like an abyss.

Seeing him like this, Xia Xingxing immediately calmed down.

He was just here to borrow a dictionary, and he wasn't stealing business secrets, so there was nothing wrong with him.

Moreover, it's not just a photo of the past, it looks like a dynamite bag fell on the ground.

Holding the thick dictionary in his arms, Xia Xing jumped lightly from the small book ladder and fell to the ground.

Like a spirit bird lightly jumping down from a tree, it stands still.

The young man walked forward slowly, knelt down slowly and picked up the photo of the culprit who inexplicably made the air in this space condense, smiled slightly, and said with emotion: "So I took a photo with Mr. Huo before."

"Well," Huo Jingshi's ignorant eyes swept over the young man's gentle eyebrows and clear and calm eyes inch by inch, and said in an unclear tone, "You don't remember."

Xia Xingxing smiled apologetically, seemingly unintentionally asked: "Before...were I very close to Mr. Huo?"

Huo Jingshi frowned, and said after a long while: "It is."

Xia Xingxing didn't find it strange, the Xia family and the Huo family before the defeat were both big families in Ancheng who could be named, and it was normal for them to have contacts.

He held up the photo in his hand to look at it again, raised his brows, raised the corners of his lips a little, apologetic, but also meaningful, and murmured softly: "It seems that I was really pleasant when I was young." I hate it."

In the photo, the little boy and the teenager are far away, as if they are not taking a photo together. The expression on the boy's face is obvious indifference and undisguised boredom.

This photo was taken by Huo Jingshi when he was forced to go to the amusement park by Xia Xingxing. He was a high school student with a few young masters under the age of ten. I was afraid that something was wrong, and the families of these young masters would make trouble for him.

Huo Jingshi couldn't quite remember the irritability and impatience of that day, but he also knew that it was not a pleasant experience.

Xia Xingxing directly met the man's sharp and scrutinizing gaze, and smiled contemptuously. The dimple at the corner of his mouth made the smile even sweeter, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Huo Jingshi glanced at him lightly with his slender, dark eyes, and the slightly raised arcs of his eyes looked a little sharp. To be honest: "It's really not very pleasing."

Xia Xingxing nodded clearly, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a respectful and serious expression, and his tone was very sincere: "I don't remember many things in the past. I was ignorant when I was young. If there is anything that offended Mr. Huo, I hope you will forgive me a lot."

Huo Jingshi paused, his eyes burning brightly: "What do you remember?"

He walked up to Xia Xingxing, condescending, his gloomy and powerful aura made him feel oppressed and dangerous.

But Xia Xingxing still resisted, tried his best to maintain a calm expression, and shook his head.

Raising his eyes to catch the man's dangerous and questioning gaze, Xia Xingxing accepted the scrutiny with a straight face, trying to make himself appear honest and credible: "I don't remember anything."

He explained plainly: "Just looking at the photos, Mr. Huo is not very willing to take photos with me, so I guess our relationship was not very harmonious before."

Huo Jingshi looked at Xia Xingxing's low-browed and pleasant expression for a long time, and said bluntly: "The relationship is not very good."

There's no need to hide these things from Xia Xingxing.

Xia Xingxing was silent for a moment.

Just when I was about to say that if Mr. Huo really felt that he could move back to Yunyun, I heard Huo Jingshi's serious voice sounding in my ear: "But that's all in the past."

"?" Xia Xingxing raised his head in doubt.

Huo Jingshi said without emotion: "Now you just need to study hard and prepare for the exam, don't worry about anything else."

Xia Xingxing's eyes were dull and unfocused, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

But on the face, he still respectfully and obediently responded, and when he left, he raised the photo in his hand and asked: "Do you still need this photo, Mr. Huo? If you look upset, you can leave it to me."

When Huo Jing saw that he didn't care about the existence of this photo even more than himself, a trace of anger rose in his heart for no reason.

He should have discovered that the innocent and warm smile on Xia Xingxing's face is actually the most difficult to see the depth.

Moreover, the word Xia Xingxing used was "disposal". What does disposal mean?Is it burned or torn off?

Either one made Huo Jingshi feel uncomfortable.

He raised his chin towards the desk, his voice already filled with obvious displeasure: "No, leave it."

No matter how much he didn't like the photo, it was still his.

Xia Xingxing was dumbfounded, not knowing why.

I don't know which mine I stepped on the other side.

But anyway, Huo Jingshi's temper is not good, and his personality is moody, he should have gotten used to it long ago.

The author says:

Sigh, why do I feel that so few people read this book?