The tablemate I have a crush on is a paranoid

Before the age of nine, Ji Shixuan lived a very happy life.Until one day, he was sweating and went home happily holding the football, only to find that the house was in a mess.Father sat on the sofa dejectedly, mother dragged the suitcase, and walked down the stairs with red eyes, seeing him standing at the door, mother froze for a moment, but passed him and left without the slightest bit of nostalgia.Before the little Ji Shixuan realized what was going on, he subconsciously dropped the football in his arms and chased him out.The red taxi carrying his mother and her suitcase just closed the door in front of him. He ran after the car for a short distance, and finally fell to his head, and his mother didn't even look back at him. .

Ji Shixuan has lived for 15 years, and the most rebellious thing he has ever done is that he did not discuss with Ji Shengchuan, but went to the high school in City T, which is thousands of miles away from City B. When he left, Ji Shengchuan smashed it again in a rage all the things in the house,

"You are just like your mother. You are a white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with raising. If you leave, I will treat you as my son in the future!"

T City is a first-tier southern city. At the end of August, the weather was still hot.

As dinner time approached, there were not many people on the basketball court in the community, only two or three tireless teenagers were still playing.The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the small half of the basketball court profusely, and people leaped across the scattered light and shadow. From a distance, it looked like an oil painting with flowing colors, full of the flavor of midsummer.

"Xia Songyue, here you are!"

With a loud sound, a half-worn basketball drew a parabola in the air, and then flew towards the handsome and tall boy standing outside the three-point line.Xia Songyue raised the corners of her mouth, a pair of beautiful round cat eyes bent into a crescent moon, her beautiful face seemed to be carved out of white jade, but the smile on her brows was full of vigor and vitality. Under the nervous and anxious eyes of Fang's teammates, he quickly caught the ball and raised his hand to throw it. The ball entered the basketball hoop without any suspense.

"Yeah!" Fa Xiao Zhou Muyang happily rushed over to give him a high five. After Xia Songyue patted him twice, she hooked his arms and smiled at the two stunned enemy teammates, "How about it? No?"

"I'm convinced." The two enemy teammates clasped their fists and waved their hands, and smiled helplessly, "I'll take a detour when I see you, Mr. Xia."

"Don't say that," Zhou Muyang walked over and patted them on the shoulder, "Our young master Xia is not such a stingy person, we can make ball games together in the future, like basketball, it's only when there are many people that it's lively."

Zhou Muyang was still talking to those two people, but Xia Songyue noticed that the half-worn basketball had rolled out of the basketball court. He waved to the three of them and ran out with the ball.

The basketball rolled twice and stopped next to a pair of black sneakers. Xia Songyue was about to bend down to pick up the ball, but picked it up with one hand before him. The man's knuckles were sharp, but There were scars all over, and there was a fist-sized bruise on the white wrist. He looked up along that hand, and suddenly met a pair of dark eyes that were so deep that he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

"Your ball?" the man asked him, his voice sounded very cold, like cold rain on a summer night.

He was half a head taller than herself, Xia Songyue raised her head slightly when talking to him, "Yes."

The man lowered his head slightly, the brim of the black baseball hat covered his eyes, only his sharp and white chin was exposed, Xia Songyue noticed that the corner of his mouth was also broken, and he handed the ball back to Xia Songyue After that, he pulled the suitcase behind him, which was about half the height of a person, and walked away with long legs.

Zhou Muyang finally finished talking with those two people, and walked out of the basketball court with mineral water, but saw Xia Songyue holding the basketball, looking at a certain direction in a daze, so he walked over and pressed the back of his head, " What are you looking at, Young Master Xia? Are there any beauties?"

He is not as tall as Xia Songyue, and he doesn't press it hard enough.

"It's nothing." Xia Songyue regained her composure, and chatted with him while walking, "I just met a strange man, wearing a black sweater, black pants, and a black baseball cap."

"So non-mainstream," Zhou Muyang frowned, took the basketball from Xia Songyue's hand, and asked curiously, "Do you see what it looks like? Is it like the non-mainstream in the legend, with yellow hair and metal Big earrings, and tattoos?"

Xia Songyue rolled his eyes at him, moved to the side, "Stay away from me, don't infect me with stupidity."

"Hey, you Xia Songyue, are you looking for a fight?"

"You can beat me before I talk."

"Ah ah ah..."

Xia Songyue returned home after having a rough meal with Zhou Muyang on the road.At this time, the sky was completely dark, and every house in the community was lit up. When Xia Songyue changed the slippers and put away the keys at the entrance, Xia Yuanqing just came out of the kitchen with soup. Seeing him, he shouted: "Hurry up and come over for dinner, you're going to go to high school and you're going wild."

"It's just the basketball court in the community, so it's not wild." Xia Songyue justified a few words casually and went into the kitchen to wash her hands.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling illuminates the dining room brightly. On the dining table are four dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetables, all of which are Xia Songyue's favorite food. The father and son sat down facing each other. Xia Yuanqing took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose Put it aside, then put the soup bowl in front of Xia Songyue,

"Old hen stewed with chestnuts, your favorite drink."

Xia Songyue took the soup, used chopsticks to turn over the fried little yellow croaker closest to him, curled her lips, and pretended to sigh: "Aunt Liu is not in a good condition today, the dishes are not up to par Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity."

"What are you talking about?" Xia Yuanqing tapped his forehead gently with the end of his chopsticks, "Your father and I cook all the dishes on the table today, whether you like it or not."

Hearing this, the corners of Xia Songyue's mouth curled up, the thick and black eyelashes at the end of her eyes intertwined, and a pair of beautiful round cat eyes filled with a sly smile, "How can that be, the old father cooks himself and is the son's They must all be eaten."

Xia Yuanqing snorted angrily, "You will be poor-mouthed."

Xia Songyue drank two mouthfuls of soup, raised her head and asked Xia Yuanqing, "Why did you remember to cook for me yourself today? Isn't the company busy?"

"Busy," Xia Yuanqing picked up a chopstick of vegetables for him, "but I still need to celebrate your admission to Boya No. [-] Middle School."

Xia Songyue laughed dumbly, "Dad, I didn't know that I was admitted to Boya several months ago. What kind of celebration is this?" His father might as well just say that he wants to use his son to practice cooking. This reason sounds relatively reasonable. Be reliable.

"I'll talk back," Xia Yuanqing glared at him. "The company was busy for the first two months, so I didn't have time to celebrate you. Now that you're replenishing, you're picking and choosing."

"How dare I," Xia Songyue took two sips from the soup bowl, looking satisfied, "It's just that your father's love came so suddenly, I'm a little flattered."

Xia Yuanqing's tense face was immediately amused, he raised his hand to touch his soft hair, and then turned to the main topic, "Today, the teacher of Boya called me, you are younger than your classmates When I was two years old, I was worried that you would be under pressure to learn, but you are not too old, and Dad believes that you have your own sense of propriety in doing things."

"It's okay, my grades in the high school entrance examination are pretty good." Xia Songyue shook her head without any pressure, "Don't worry too much, I can go to your company to help you when I finish my studies early, so you have time Study your cooking skills and try to make me a plate of small yellow croakers that are not so burnt, let Aunt Liu come over to cook tomorrow, it's really unpalatable."

"You brat." Xia Yuanqing put a piece of beef into his bowl in dissatisfaction. After the father and son talked a few words about Boya No. [-] Middle School, Xia Yuanqing suddenly remembered the new neighbor who moved next door, "Songsong, A boy moved in next door this evening, about the same age as Mu Yang."

"You mean Uncle Zhang's apartment that has been vacant for less than half a year?" Xia Songyue took a bite of the ribs, "I didn't see the lights on there just now, so I thought there was no one there."

Uncle Zhang is the financial director of Xia Yuanqing Company. The two have been neighbors for almost ten years. Uncle Zhang was transferred to work in an overseas branch half a year ago. The single-living apartment has been vacant, although someone will come to clean it up every few months. Once, but the yard was still covered with leaves, and it looked very desolate from the outside. At first hearing that someone had moved in, Xia Songyue was still curious, "Did you move in alone?"

"It seems to be, I saw a figure vaguely, and I will call you, Uncle Zhang, later to ask." Xia Yuanqing said a few more words, bypassing this topic, and continued the conversation just now, "Mu Yang also belongs to Boya, and I will have a companion for commuting to and from school in the future, and school starts in two days, you can go and see what you need to buy tomorrow, do you want me to accompany you on the day of the report?"

"No need, no need," Xia Songyue finished the last sip of soup, got up and went to the kitchen to add a bowl of rice, and said, "I'm not a child anymore, as long as Mu Yang is with me, you can do your work."

"Okay." Xia Yuanqing was very satisfied with this son in his heart. Although he was young, he had his own ideas, so he didn't need to worry too much.

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