Congenital deficiency

As for what Qian Gujun said, Hong Zhuo himself never paid attention to it, and no one would come forward and tell him because of such a young master who was used to "block bullets".

For example, since Hong Lingyu was ten years old, he would personally make birthday cakes for Hong Zhuo every year, although Hong Zhuo, who doesn't like sweets, didn't take a bite of those cakes every time.

For example, Hong Lingyu, who was underestimated and completely ignored by the servants in the house, did not receive much care. He even washed his own clothes, sheets and pillow covers by hand.

For example, when Hong Zhuo doesn't go back to the house for dinner, the kitchen doesn't know how to open fire, and he either cooks two dishes perfunctorily, or Hong Lingyu can only find something to eat by himself.

For example, the only thing Hong Lingyu has insisted on in the past 15 years is to take the shooting class arranged by Hongzhuo twice a week, and the wind and rain can't shake it.

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After Qian Gujun finished talking, he stopped when he saw Hong Zhuo suddenly buried his face in his palm.

He confirmed the guess in his heart, and at the same time felt sorry for the result.So he turned around and went out quietly, leaving a calm space for Hong Zhuo.

I don't know how long it took before Hongzhuo raised his head, walked to the table, and took out the disc that he got a long time ago but never looked at.

He has missed so many things, made so many mistakes, and caused such a result, what qualifications does he have to escape?

The disc was put into the computer, and after a short period of darkness, the video from the entrance of the hotel began to be played that day.

Footage shows around 06:30 p.m.

It was not yet dark, the car he and Hong Lingyu were sitting in was parked at the entrance of the hotel under the protection of two cars in front and behind, the door opened, and the bodyguard came from the co-pilot and opened the door for him first.

Then there is Hong Lingyu in the back seat.The other party seldom went out, probably because he was a little shy, he hesitated for a long time before coming down, and hid beside him as soon as his feet landed, as if his side was the only safe place.

Hong Lingyu shrank his neck in the cold wind, and he was a little panicked by the unfamiliar looks around him. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, trying to hold Hong Zhuo, but in the video, Hong Zhuo turned around and looked around, just like that. After some distance, Hong Lingyu pursed her lips, the light in her eyes dimmed a little, and she withdrew her hand.

Suddenly, in the video, Hong Zhuo turned sideways and hid, looking like he wanted to block his body with a car, but someone reacted faster than him.

Bullets come from both directions, front and back, the rear bullets arrive first, and the front bullets arrive later.Hong Zhuo dodged the bullet aimed at his back only instinctively, but he didn't expect the bullet in front of him to also aim at his heart.

At the critical moment, Hong Lingyu turned her right foot sideways and turned in front of Hong Zhuo, blocking the bullet with her body without hesitation.

It was this bullet that pierced Hong Lingyu's soft heart.

Blood splattered, and a little of it got on Hong Zhuo's face.

Now he is sitting in front of the computer and watching the replay of the video, seeing Hong Lingyu's slender body limp by the side of the car, with bright red blood flowing all over the ground, dyeing his blue tie and the snow-white shirt under the cuffs completely. A blackness richer than night.

Then he saw himself, expressionlessly withdrawn from the monitoring range surrounded by bodyguards.

He almost wanted to rush into the screen, grab the self who was turning away, punch him awake, and tell him: He is still there, where are you going? !

Only Hong Lingyu, who was shot, was left on the screen, lying on his side in a pool of blood, half of his face was stained with his own blood, bright red and glaring, against the pale lips, it was particularly shocking.In the midst of the chaos, Hong Lingyu, who was lying alone on the spot, tried to open his eyes, moved his chin with difficulty and difficulty, trying to raise his head to look in the direction he left, and whispered something in his lips.

But no one noticed him at the moment, not even in the chaos, no one looked back at him to call an ambulance for him.

Then he frowned slightly, as if saying goodbye to this painful nightmare temporarily, and fell into an eternal sleep.

Just like that, she lay quietly with her eyes closed on the cold ground in front of the hotel.

The video ended and the computer screen went dark.

Hong Zhuo suddenly bent sideways, his chest felt suffocated and uncomfortable, he opened his mouth wide, panting violently.

In the early morning of the next day, Hong Lingyu had washed up and was about to go downstairs and eat before going out.It's just that there is breakfast for two on the dining table, but he is the only one eating it.

Maybe there is something urgent and you go out before you have time to eat?This kind of situation seems to be very common for Hong Zhuo.

So Hong Lingyu ate her meal quietly, and when she was about to go out after eating, she was stopped by Qian Gujun: "Master Zhang," Qian Gujun said very sincerely, with some worry on his face: "Yesterday, the Patriarch didn't sleep all night, and he won't eat now, but he has to go to a banquet tonight. Could you please go up and invite the Patriarch down?"

Hong Lingyu took a step back to create some distance, and watched him finish speaking without any expression on his face.

Qian Gujun thought that he was unwilling, so he explained: "I have actually tried to persuade you several times, but the Patriarch did not listen to my advice, I think maybe it would be useful for you to go up and say a few words."

There was no expression of resistance on Hong Lingyu's face, he seemed only puzzled, he thought for a while, seemed to be thinking about what Qian Gujun said, and then asked: "What did you say?"

Qian Gujun was taken aback for a moment, and repeated the words again.

"...Have you gone up to persuade him?" Hong Lingyu asked him again, as if he didn't understand what he said the first time.

Qian Gujun hurriedly replied that he had persuaded him but it was useless.

Hong Lingyu turned her head and looked at the gate that was close at hand, her eyes were filled with the desire to go out, she finally pursed her lips, put the things in her hand by the door, and turned to go up.After all, according to his experience over the past ten years, he seems to have no choice when facing the Hong family.

Hong Lingyu walked to the door of the study, raised his hand and knocked on the door, but got no response from inside, Qian Gujun who was standing beside him nodded affirmatively at him, motioning him to open the door and go in.

At this moment of hesitation, Hong Lingyu suddenly froze and pushed open the door. Qian Gujun who was standing beside him was startled by the panic on his face and the sudden movement.

He just heard gunshots!

Years of training have already made him remember this reaction instinctively. Although there was a moment of hesitation in his heart, the subconscious reaction was faster than thinking. The next moment after pushing the door open, Qian Gujun looked at the "Zhang Daiqiu", who had never been to the study room, turned around without hesitation, found Hongzhuo's direction exactly, and rushed over!

This scene overlapped strangely with the screen playing on the screen in front of Hong Zhuo.

So much so that Hongzhuo, who was so focused on the video, found out that the first reaction of the visitor was not to run away, but to reach out and embrace him first.

Arms as strong as steel locked him firmly in his arms without leaving any gaps.

The video is still going on, and all kinds of screams, shouts, and counterattack gunshots come to mind one after another.

Hong Lingyu listened to it, her face suddenly turned pale, and her whole body trembled slightly.Out of self-protection, his brain had already quietly buried these memories deeply under the rotting flesh and blood in the wounds. As long as these wounds were not opened, he could calmly face down like an ordinary person who had never been traumatized. to anything.

Hongzhuo's eyes were covered with bruises, he played this less than 1-minute video repeatedly like self-torture, and watched it in a loop all night.Even though his brain was numb and fatigue made him unable to think, the pain from his heart still tormented him every minute.In other words, it was his own hatred and regret, tormenting him every minute.

And the person in his arms at this moment is like his final salvation.

All this happened in just a few seconds, Qian Gujun stood aside and watched, something flew through his mind, but he didn't have time to catch it.Because before he had time to think about what was going on in this scene, he discovered that there was something wrong with Hong Lingyu in Hong Zhuo's arms.

"Patriarch, Mr. Zhang's situation is wrong!" He strode over, grabbing the redeemed man but not allowing him to take a step closer, so Qian Gujun could only yell to remind Hong Zhuo.

Hong Zhuo looked down, and sure enough, the person in his arms was a little distracted, trying to open his eyes, trembling uncontrollably, but within a few seconds, his forehead and back were covered with sweat. The symptoms of a heart attack are completely different.

Seeing the same panic and despair on such an identical face, Hong Zhuo seemed to be caught in his breath. It was Qian Gujun who reminded him loudly again that he hurriedly put him on the opposite sofa and fed him a bite first. He took the medicine, then hugged him, and gently comforted him along his back to help him calm down.

The screen on the desk not far away went dark, and after a three-second pause, the video played again from the beginning.

"Touch!" There was another gunshot.

Hong Lingyu was half curled up on the sofa, but when she heard another gunshot, her whole body twitched violently, her back curled up into a ball, her hair on the side face was completely wet with sweat, and she looked like she just got out of a swimming pool. Same as climbing up.

He was afraid of the gunshot!

Hongzhuo walked to the desk almost in two steps, reached out and unplugged the computer, and everything in the study became quiet, only the sound of Hong Lingyu's heavy and difficult breathing and the chattering of upper and lower teeth remained.He was still trying to curl himself up, like a young animal struggling weakly to protect its soft belly in the face of a strong enemy, extremely helpless.

Tears flowed from his wide-open eyes.

Hong Zhuo half-kneeled in front of the sofa, wrapping his arms around him, ignoring the sweat stains on his hands, and could only softly comfort him in his ear: "It's okay, it's okay..." But while he was speaking, his breathing was a bit difficult.

On the night of the assassination, Hong Lingyu curled up with difficulty like this, looking at the direction he was walking from afar, he must have been in extreme pain and fear.

If I looked back at him at that time, I still had the opportunity to hug him and comfort him like this, wouldn't I, wouldn't I...

At least it can make the child walk a little more comfortably and hate himself less?