Planetary revolution

The No. [-] bus just arrived, Xia Xingxing swiped his bus card and found a seat by the window.

Because I have to prepare for the three models, I haven't gone back to see my grandfather for a month. When I called last time, the old man seemed to be a little vague again.

He was a little worried. It just so happened that today's results and rankings were all out, and it would be a surprise to take them back.

Xia Xingxing didn't expect that when he returned to Qu's house with the red city ranking list, there would be an even bigger "surprise" waiting for him.

"..." Xia Xingxing widened his eyes, grabbed the report card in his hand tightly, managed to force out a sneer, and said to the stern-looking man in the living room, "Mr. Huo is here too."

An hour ago, he lied to the other party that he was studying at school tonight, but he was caught right here in a blink of an eye.

The man's deep eyes fixed on him, and he spoke in a low voice: "Self-study is over?"

"..." At this time, the hour hand on the wall clock is not yet seven o'clock.

The old man didn't see the twists and turns between them, and he was pleasantly surprised: "How come the stars are back?"

He glared at his lover again: "Why don't you make an appointment to come over together?"

Huo Jingshi smiled without a smile: "I didn't expect that either."

"..." Xia Xingxing had some embarrassment on his face.

Aunt Chen just came out of the kitchen, and when she saw that it was Xia Xingxing, she immediately smiled, and told him that he was very thin while asking him to put his schoolbag.

Xia Xingxing didn't pay attention, and took advantage of the opportunity to let her take away the report card in her hand.

Before she had time to come back, Aunt Chen yelled at the old man: "Oh, Mr. Qu, come and see how amazing the stars are! They won the first place in the school again."

Xia Xingxing just met Huo Jingshi's direct gaze: "..." He had no choice but to look away as if nothing had happened.

The meal was quite lively, and the old man's movements were indeed not as sharp as in the Chinese New Year, but under Aunt Chen's care, he was still passable.

In the sprint stage, every second counts, Xia Xingxing won't be delayed for too long, and he has to go back to school after dinner.

Huo Jingshi saw him off, and Cayenne stopped in front of the traffic lights on Tianjie.

A giant screen on the Landmark Center building is showing the evening financial news.

"The sky garden villa at No. 71 North Road, Wuli District has been ruled to participate in the distribution of creditors in Xia's bankruptcy case. Currently, Huo's Group and Mingjia Enterprises are participating in the auction..."

"Ten years ago, Xia's bankruptcy case had a negative impact on Ancheng's economic and market depression..."

Huo Jingshi's hand on the steering wheel moved, Xia Xingxing showed no unnecessary expression on his face.

They could all hear clearly, but no one made a sound.

It was Huo Jingshi who spoke first: "Do you still remember this place?"

"Huh?" Xia Xingxing raised his head from the phone, glanced at the luxurious villa and the supporting garden pond on the giant screen, shook his head calmly, and said flatly, "I don't have any impression."

"This is your former home," Huo Jingshi turned his head, his eyes were dark and heavy, like a puddle of melted thick ink, looking straight at him, and asked seriously: "Have you...have you thought about going back again?" ?”

"Go back?" Xia Xingxing looked back at Huo Jing strangely, "I never thought about it."

Huo Jingshi felt uncomfortable and distrustful of his indifference and lack of nostalgia.

That was the place where he lived with Xia Xingxing for the longest time. Although it was not a particularly pleasant memory for him, it was still some kind of proof.

He asked unwillingly: "If you had the chance, would you be willing to go back? Maybe... maybe there are many cherished memories there." He said this without any confidence.

"I don't want to," Xia Xingxing was very straightforward, and when he went straight to Huo Jing with expectant eyes, he calmly analyzed: "There shouldn't be any happy times, if so, why did I see it at the first sight?" , are you not feeling well?"

"It's quite uncomfortable." Xia Xingxing tugged on his seat belt, touched his heart, and said deliberately.

Huo Jingshi finally understood where the pain and loss in his heart came from.

That house is just his proof, not Xia Xing's.

He has been delusional about using such a past place to prove their intimate past.

But Xingxia resists and rejects it.

The entanglement between that place and ten years ago has long been unable to bind Xia Xingxing.

Huo Jingshi's face was cold, bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "Then do you remember those people who kicked you out of this house or... took away what belonged to you?"

Xia Xingxing looked at him calmly, turned his eyes away, and told the truth: "I hated it, when I was a child, I really couldn't get through it."

Huo Jingshi's thin lips parted slightly, and he heard him say again: "But I don't hate it anymore, the older I get, the more things will happen, and living is a problem, so I won't have time to want revenge or entangle any more."

Xia Xingxing paused for a second, and added: "If those people don't provoke me anymore."

Huo Jingshi's brows and eyes were stern, his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his knuckles were prominent.

The giant screen has already started reporting the next piece of news, the green light is on, and Huo Jingshi stepped on the gas pedal.

There was no one at the school gate, and the orange street lamps were faintly shining.

Before getting out of the car, Huo Jingshi called him: "Planets."

"Huh?" Xia Xingxing unbuckled his seat belt.

Huo Jingshi didn't dare to think that Xia Xingxing lied to him tonight, but he still wanted to confirm again: "Is it really okay for you to call me this morning?"

Xia Xingxing looked directly into his eyes, and there was an emotional turmoil that he couldn't see clearly and didn't understand. He didn't care to delve into it, and calmly replied: "It's okay."

Half of Huo Jingshi's face fell into the shadow of the light: "It's fine."

Xia Xingxing looked at him suspiciously, and said goodbye: "Thank you for sending me back, Mr. Huo goodbye."

On the day of the coming-of-age ceremony, the sky was clear and blue, the cicadas were singing loudly in the canopy, and the wisteria and lilacs beside the playground were in full bloom, emitting a strong summer-specific aroma.

Xia Xingxing, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, wearing a school badge, stood on the podium that attracted the attention of the whole school as a student representative, and delivered a speech, attracting whispers from the girls in the audience.

His smile is decent and just right, his words are not too passionate, but he is confident, his voice is clear and gentle, soft and calm can also bring strength to people, and the applause was warm.

When the parent representative was not Huo Jing, Yang Zhi invited another respectable parent.

Graduation photos were also arranged on this day. Each class took turns to walk on the shelf that had been built earlier, and freeze the tail of youth in the "one, two, three" of the photographer.

Everything ends here, everything begins here.

After the group photo was taken, the students started to take a group photo with their friends. Yi Xuan came over with a smile and said, "At the same table, let's take a photo too!"

Xia Xing loosened the collar of his shirt: "Okay."

Yi Xuan instructed a boy: "Come on! Brother Monkey, take a photo of me and my tablemate, make it look better."

The classmates who often asked Xia Xingxing for advice also gathered around and yelled: "We also want to take pictures with the god of learning, so we can get lucky."

One said: "I will sew the photo on my clothes and wear it in the examination room later. The god of learning will bless me to pass the exam."

Seeing so many people crowding over, Yi Xuan became impatient: "Brother Monkey, why are you doing this? Are you promising something? Hey, first come, first served! Deskmate, come to my side first."

Brother Hou took several pictures, but Yi Xuan was not satisfied with any of them, and said angrily, "Damn! Where's my mother's long legs?"

"Why is your face so fat?" Xia Xingxing's small fair face next to her made her look like a meatball.

Someone next to him yelled: "Sister Xuan, you are almost done, let Xue Shen come out quickly! I want to shoot too!"

"And me and me!"

Xia Xingxing, who became the koi of the college entrance examination, was being talked about, and suddenly saw a familiar figure on the side of the playground, and shouted: "Liang Kairan!"

The boy with a few dull hairs on his head on the opposite side heard the sound and looked over. His delicate and quiet eyebrows and eyes immediately bent into two rainbows, and flew towards the spot of light under the shade of the tree, like a white bird about to fly: " Senior!! I'm looking for you all over the world!"

"The speech just now was too good!"

Xia Xingxing smiled and asked, "Are you free to take a photo with my classmates?"

Liang Kairan was the junior he met in the competition, and Xia Xingxing got closer to this bluffing younger brother than his classmates.

When he was young, he didn't know how to be someone else's younger brother, but when he saw Liang Kairan, he knew what it was like.

In front of him, Xia Xingxing experienced some feelings of being an older brother for the first time.

After all, he and that person can't be such a pair of close brothers. When he was a child, he didn't understand, that person didn't want to, but now he can't, and he can't indulge in the twisted and secret thoughts in his heart.

"No problem!" Liang Kairan threw the things in his hand to the people behind him, and took the camera from Yi Xuan's hand.

It was only then that Xia Xingxing discovered that behind him was a tall, long-legged, handsome guy with handsome features.

The other party silently took all the things Liang Kairan threw over, and nodded to Xia Xingxing coldly and lazily.

Xia Xingxing raised his eyebrows, somewhat impressed.

Isn't this the freshman in high school that Yi Xuan told him for a long time with a post?

Even the school grass is in the first year of high school. It seems that those high school seniors who entered the examination room are really old.

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