Congenital deficiency

The next day was the day when Hong Lingyu's ashes were buried.

Hong Xiaxuan got up early, put on the pure black suit that he had ordered two months ago, and when he went out, after the butler Qian Bo tied the black sleeves for him, Hong Xiaxuan took out a lake from the jacket pocket of the suit. Blue cuff.

"My brother likes the color," he said.

Qian Bo stared at the pure cloth strip, his mind flashed the clear color of the lake water on Hong Lingyu's suit before going out that day, regardless of whether it was reasonable or not, he tied the cloth strip in silence. On Hong Xiaxuan's arm.

Then he turned around and went to a small building behind the house, and took out a square sandalwood box from behind the perennially locked door on the first floor.

Holding the bottom of the box firmly with both hands, he walked out steadily step by step.

Looking at his back, Qian Bo suddenly felt that Hong's 15-year-old young master had grown up overnight.

Without a person who would protect him, he lost his body armor overnight, so his soft heart quickly became hard and strong, and he was already the aura of a young man.

In contrast to him, Hongzhuo, the patriarch who has always been the pillar of the Hong family, has a haggard complexion, a little gray under his eyes, and his eyes fall on the parent and child in front of him from time to time, but it seems that he is not looking at each other. The other party sees something else.

The father and son came to the ancestral mausoleum of Hong's family in silence all the way, but the moment they got off the car, it suddenly started raining.

The bodyguards went around the front of the car, held up black umbrellas, and hit Hong Zhuo, Hong Xiaxuan and his son on the heads respectively.

Today's style is very big, occasionally a few drops of rain will be blown into the umbrella by the wind, Hong Zhuo stared at the wooden box in Hong Xiaxuan's arms, and suddenly his eyes were stung by the rain on it, he took it With the umbrella in the bodyguard's hand, he walked up to Hong Xiaxuan: "Give it to me."

Hong Xiaxuan raised his head and glanced at his father, as if he understood something, the corner of his mouth curled up coldly, he didn't refute, and he didn't try to provoke the other party anymore, but quietly and carefully put the wooden box into Hong Zhuo's hands.

This box is so light that Hong Zhuo can hold it firmly with only one hand, without feeling the weight at all.

But this box is also so heavy that Hongzhuo's breathing froze even for a moment.

Is he... so light?

Hongzhuo was distracted for a moment.

He once held his adopted son in his arms.He announced that he was his parent-child, but told the media after his death that he was his adopted son. On weekdays, he loves to stay in his study, reading various books in silence, or playing with a tablet, just to wait for him After approving the documents and saying good night, the other party will go to bed obediently.

Occasionally, the other party would fall asleep on the sofa at the other end of the room, and when he passed by his room, he would take him back and throw him on the other party's own bed.

A person who is 1.8 meters three and weighs more than [-] kilograms, there was still a little weight in the arms at that time.

But now such a wooden box, he suddenly lost his sense of weight.

How heavy can this be?Two catties?Three catties?

Holding the urn with one arm, he walked step by step towards the cemetery that had been specially sorted out.

Every time you take a step, you will suddenly feel something missing in your chest.

This feeling is like a spring, at first it is silent and unnoticed, but when it fills up the whole chest, people suddenly realize its existence, making people breathless.

In front of him is a two-meter deep pit dug, where Hong Lingyu will rest forever.

There was a trance in front of my eyes, as if the pit suddenly turned into a bottomless trap in the blink of an eye, roaring to devour something.

Hong Zhuo subconsciously took a step back.He has been strategizing all year round, but a crack suddenly appeared on his face, which is as stable as Mount Tai.

With a pitiful and miserable expression on his face, the master of ceremonies told him aloud that it was time for the dead to be buried in peace.

So he wore a cold mask with cracks on it, and numbly handed over the urn in his hand, watching helplessly as the wooden box was placed at the bottom of the pit, and then it was completely covered by handfuls of loess.

The sound of the gravel hitting the urn was like the sound of a corner of his heart beginning to collapse.

a few days later.

Hong Lingyu was sleeping in the thick cushions on the window sill when the cell phone rang.

He reached out to fumble for the vibrating cell phone, and the slender down on the back of his hand was dyed golden like sunshine.

"Hello, hello." The voice of the young man who has not yet woken up has a calm and lazy tone, with some hoarseness, which is very pleasant after the electricity is over.

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then frowned and began to criticize him: "Zhang Daiqiu, check what time it is now? Why are you still sleeping? Can you be promising? Did you forget that I told you You said that your dad is coming this year? Come here within 10 minutes!"

Hong Lingyu's drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and the blush at the corners of her eyes when she was asleep was replaced by paleness, and the afternoon laziness all over her body was completely cooled by blinking.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the transparent blood vessels on the back of his hand, his eyelashes flapped lightly, and let out a "hmm".

Then the phone on the other end was cut off in disgust, leaving him with a busy tone of "beep-beep-beep-".

The highest temperature in City C in May is already 5 degrees, but Hong Lingyu still seriously put on warm underwear, wrapped in a sweater, scarf, hat and mask, and put on an airtight fleece windbreaker before going downstairs to take a taxi .

Even though he was dressed so thickly, when the wind blew towards his face, he still shivered from the cold and sneezed.

The taxi drove him for only 15 minutes and arrived at a high-end residential area not far away. Hong Lingyu got out of the taxi, swiped the key card and entered the residential area, followed the signs and walked for almost 10 minutes before finding it. that building.

He was not allowed to have the key to the building, the code to the combination lock of the house, so he could only ring the doorbell.

The doorbell rang for a full minute, and he heard a sharp shout from behind the open window on the second floor: "Xiao Zhu, go and open the door!!"

Ten seconds later, the nanny appeared behind the door with a panicked expression, "Master." The other party seemed to be in a hurry to go back to the kitchen, and called him after opening the door, telling him to change the shoes by himself and hurriedly gone.

Without saying a word, Hong Lingyu put on the cotton mop on the side, took off the mask and folded it neatly in his coat pocket. He wanted to take off the scarf at first, but it seemed that the heating in the room was not turned on enough, so he took the scarf away. After coming down for a circle, I shrank my neck in the cold, and prepared to wrap it up again.

In such a short time, people who came down the stairs on the second floor saw his movements at a glance: "What are you doing wearing so many clothes in the house? Hang the scarf and coat at the door. I'm not telling you 10 minutes Why are you still late? You just don't pay attention to me, let me see you!"

Hong Lingyu naturally didn't take this so-called "mother" seriously, but he didn't have the energy to quarrel with others, so he took off his scarf and jacket, found the remote control on the coffee table, and raised the temperature of the air conditioner by three degrees .

Just such a movement, but it caused the other party to scold like a firecracker: "What a sick person, it's almost 30 degrees, why do you still look like you are dying? If I knew it, I should have put you and me together." Together with your brother..." Ruan Yaxing scolded here, suddenly stopped, glanced at the young man who was on the sofa and turned his head slightly to the outside, bathed in the sun, with a light halo, suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart, and changed in time Changed the topic: "You look like you are dying, why are you arguing with your brothers and sisters for the family property?"

But this time, her son didn't swallow his anger in silence as Ruan Yaxing remembered. The other party suddenly turned her head, her amber pupils were clear and sharp, and they locked her eyes firmly. But Li's words startled her.

"What did you know earlier?" Hong Lingyu asked back, "If you knew earlier, you should have thrown me and my brother away together?"

Ruan Yaxing's eyes widened, her face was full of shock and disbelief, she was speechless with her mouth open, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

The almost unstoppable breath was stuck in her chest like this, her heart, liver and spleen ached everywhere, but in the end it was another kind of expectation that prevailed, making Ruan Yaxing quickly clean up her expression and emotions, and stroked her hair , gracefully went to open the door.

When she put her hand on the doorknob, Ruan Yaxing still didn't forget to turn her head and stare at Hong Lingyu, and threatened in a low voice, "Be careful what you say to me, or you won't even want living expenses these few months."

Hong Lingyu only smiled lightly.

"Master, you are here~" As soon as the door opened, Ruan Yaxing whispered to the man at the door, her voice was extremely whiny.

Zhang Zhongzhi obviously liked this, and nodded his chin with a straight face.

Ruan Yaxing's weak, boneless and well-maintained hand wrapped around the other's arm, leading him towards the dining table, and even waved to Hong Lingyu with a smile: "Son, come quickly, dinner is ready."

The appearance of a good wife and mother.

Through the few remnants of her twin brother's memories, Hong Lingyu has become accustomed to reviewing each other's experiences over the years, and has no feeling for such a change in the face of her biological mother, so she walked quietly to her seat at the table just like her brother in memory sit down.

During the time when the nanny was serving dishes, Ruan Yaxing leaned in Zhang Zhongzhi's direction, and said softly, "Master, I got up early today to buy ribs for you. I looked at several places and chose the best quality. cook by hand..."

Zhang’s family is just a well-to-do family in the city of C, which is full of giants. They have opened three or five chain stores, and the money they make is enough to buy two houses in City C, where every inch of land is expensive. Starting from the patriarchs of those big and powerful families, they raised a mistress outside——Ruan Yaxing, and even hired a female college student.

He even used his identities to make Ruan Yaxing and the female college student whom he was entrusted to call him "Master". His ambition is obvious, but his flamboyant behavior makes people laugh.

Hong Lingyu was slowly scrolling through all kinds of information in his heart, when suddenly there was a heart-wrenching pain in his thigh, his body twitched reflexively, his knee hit the bottom of the table, and he bent down instantly in pain, gasping hissingly .

The two people on the opposite side of the table were stunned for a moment, Ruan Yaxing bounced up with a "teng", went around the table and touched it, took out a bottle of quick-acting heart-rescuing pills from her purse, opened Hong Lingyu's chin without any explanation, and took the medicine She stuffed it in, and gently patted Hong Lingyu's back to comfort him, with tears in her eyes: "Son, what's wrong with you, don't scare mom."

This image of a loving mother who is heartbroken and anxious for her parents and shed tears is so perfect, it seems that it was not her who just pinched Hong Lingyu ruthlessly.