california galaxy

According to the date on the old calendar, there is one more day before New Year's Eve.

In February, the average temperature in Los Angeles is 15 degrees, and the spring is about to usher in the spring, so there is really no atmosphere for celebrating the New Year by the stove.

Due to the forecast of heavy rain, the school's club activities were cancelled, and Ai Xing went home early at four o'clock in the afternoon.

He is 17 years old and attends the best public high school in the area.I just got my driver's license at the beginning of the year, bought a second-hand Toyota off-road vehicle with the money I earned, and drove it to and from school every day.

The off-road vehicle drove into the garage, and he found that the Audi that his father Ai Chengjin often drove was also there, and he was a little puzzled.Ai Xing's mother passed away three years ago due to the spread of cancer, and the relationship between Ai Xing and Ai Chengjin has been ups and downs since then.

Ai Chengjin owns a chain real estate intermediary company, which has done quite well in the Chinese real estate industry in California, and often has various entertainments.Ai Xing is used to being alone, it is really rare to meet his father's car parked in the garage at four o'clock in the afternoon on weekdays.

He entered through the side door, bypassed the living room and prepared to go upstairs.Ai Chengjin was chatting enthusiastically with someone, when he turned around and saw Ai Xing, he immediately stopped him, "William, come over and say hello to brother."

Ai Xing's English name is "William". Although he was born in Beijing, he grew up in the United States. Relatives and friends always call him by his first name. He is very unfamiliar with calling him brother and brother.At this time, he looked at Ai Chengjin with a smile that was not a smile, and didn't intend to talk to him.

Ai Chengjin couldn't hold back, and was about to teach him a lesson when the person who was sitting on the sofa with his back to Ai Xing stood up, turned around, and said, "Don't call me brother, call me Ninghe."

Ai Xing saw his face clearly at this moment, and was stunned for a while.

The distance between him and Ning He was only three or four meters.Because it was about to rain heavily, it was gloomy outside, but the lights were turned on inside the house.

Ning He dyed his hair silver. He was wearing a loose black T-shirt with two light gray sleeves exposed. Around his neck was a silver cross chain with Croixin. His facial features were deep and beautiful, unbelievably beautiful.

Aixing didn't speak.Ning He stared at him with a pair of light-colored pupils, and smiled faintly, with an inexplicable meaning.

Ai Chengjin felt uncomfortable in front of Ning He, and urged again, "This is your Aunt Shao's son, two years older than you, call him brother."

Ai Xing has never been an obedient master, he didn't even give Ai Chengjin a look, he stared back at Ning He indifferently, and said, "I don't have any older brothers, outsiders are not welcome in this family."

After finishing speaking, leaving Ai Chengjin with a livid face and Ning He who frowned and laughed, they went straight upstairs.

Ai Xing didn't go to the restaurant for dinner that night, and Ai Chengjin didn't ask his servant to call him.He locked himself in his bedroom, and from time to time he heard laughter from downstairs as he exchanged cups and cups, as if it was a family feast where the guests and the host enjoyed themselves.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and takeaway orders were temporarily unavailable.Ai Xing didn't care, and casually took out a Snickers bar from the cabinet, and programmed it with java on the computer while chewing on it.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, there were two knocks on the door.He thought it was the servant sister Zhou who came to ask him to eat, so he responded, "I'm not hungry, don't worry about me."

Unexpectedly, there was a moment of silence behind the door, and then there were two knocks.

Ai Xing's swivel chair turned from in front of the computer to the door.

——This is not Sister Zhou's usual way of knocking on the door.Who are the people outside?

He got off his chair and walked over, opening the door.

To his surprise, Ning He was standing in the corridor, holding a plate in his hand, which contained chicken curry rice and two green broccoli flowers, which looked like it was specially prepared for him.

Ai Xing stared at his "brother" who fell from the sky, and sneered, "What are you doing, you don't need to please me so much."

He was only 17 years old, and he had already changed out of his school uniform when he returned home in the afternoon. He was wearing casual clothes at home, but his expression had a sharp and calm expression that was contradictory and harmonious.

Standing in the shadows, Ning He's dazzling handsomeness under the light seemed to have subsided a bit, but there was a seductive aftertaste lurking.

The plate in his hand was steady.Ai Xing didn't pick it up, and he wasn't in a hurry to hand it over.

"Brother, I recognize you."

He verbally took advantage of Ai Xing, and his peach blossom eyes swept Ai Xing's face.Seeing that the other party was still silent, he took the initiative to take another step, but Ai Xing was forced by him to retreat into the bedroom.

Ning He put the dinner plate on the side of the drawer, and said, "Last time you were so generous backstage, and taught me a lesson for the fans who harassed me. Why are you so disrespectful now?"

Ai Xing frowned—unexpectedly, Ning He recognized himself.

Yes, although today's reunion surprised him, it wasn't the first time they met.

Half a year ago, he was invited by his friend Daniel to attend a summer music festival, and the band Invisible (Invisible) where Ning He was the lead singer was the opening guest.

Aixing had no preference for this kind of psychedelic electronic music, but Daniel screamed next to him as if he was about to climax. Later, Daniel said that he had some personal friendship with the band assistant, and dragged Aixing into the backstage.

The simple mobile room was full of people, somehow Ai Xing saw Ning He at a glance - at that time he didn't know the name of the lead singer of Invisible.

Ning He sat backwards in a chair, with his arms draped over the back of the chair, a cigarette between his right fingers, and he was talking to a staff member squatting beside him with his head down.

His silver hair was dazzling, and his profile was so beautiful that it was almost unreal.It seemed that the heavens favored him too much. The appearance alone gave him ten times more aura than ordinary people.

Daniel stood next to Ai Xing, not daring to move, his eyes fixed on Ning He who was a few steps away, and he murmured, "I like Ning so much! He's so pretty too."

Ai Xing was noncommittal, but felt that his usually extremely smart friend was very childish and cute when chasing stars.

Later, an ardent fan broke into the studio and made trouble, insisting that Ning He sign a photo with himself.For some reason, Ai Xing's head became hot for a while, before the security arrived, he had already reached out and grabbed the white man by his collar, and dragged him out very forcefully.

Ai Xing was wearing a school uniform that day, and he looked like a well-dressed and clean boy.But the moment the sleeves rose late, his strong and lean arm lines were revealed, and his height of 182 was no less than that of a white man. The other party grabbed him, but he was still dragged out of the shed.

The drunk white man walked away cursing, and Ai Xing didn't plan to go back. He walked to the open-air pool beside him and turned on the faucet to wash the wound on his arm.

After half a minute, there seemed to be a person standing behind him.

Ai Xing thought it was Daniel who came out, and asked casually, "Are you going to get your autograph? Let's go when you get it."

The people behind were silent.

Ai Xing turned off the water source, turned his head to look - Ning He blinked at him with a face full of astonishment, the cigarette that was originally held between his fingers disappeared, and was replaced by a few bandages.

"How should I thank you?" The silver-haired boy handed Ai Xing those pieces of Bondi and asked him with a smile.

Ai Xing was in a sultry summer night, and at this moment, he only felt that there was a clear breeze and bright moon in Ninghe's eyebrows, and he forgot to see it.

The author has something to say: Pseudo-orthopedics in the next year.Younger brother Ai Xing, older brother Ning He.

Ai Xing is Gong (don't be fooled by Ning He's handsome appearance~

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