Congenital deficiency

In the evening, the food in the kitchen was served early, and Hong Lingyu also went back to Hong's house on time to eat in the small rented house.

Both of them were quiet at the dinner table, but Hong Lingyu, who occasionally thought of what Xiang Yuan said yesterday, felt a little uneasy.

"No food to your liking?" Hong Zhuo saw his uneasiness and asked insincerely.

The chef next to him trembled and looked at Hong Lingyu nervously.

Hong Lingyu was putting a dish into his mouth, and the moist oily light stuck to his mouth, which made Hongzhuo's hand tighten the chopsticks.

After swallowing the food, Hong Lingyu said the question he had just written: "When can I...have a heart transplant?"

Once you're done, you can leave here.

This question stopped in Hongzhuo's ears, which was equivalent to "When can I leave?"

He finally managed to keep the person on the condition of going and staying after the operation, why the other party suddenly couldn't stay anymore?After much deliberation, the only answer is what Xiang Yuan said yesterday.

Hongzhuo then told him the current progress truthfully: "The process of finding a matching heart source is a bit complicated. At present, only a part has been locked, and I am still in contact with more hospitals. I also have some people who are willing to donate, but they At present..." Hong Zhuo frowned at this point, and changed his wording, "It's not yet time."

Hong Lingyu ate with her head down, listened to everything with her ears upright, and finally just nodded.

Taking advantage of the other party opening his mouth first, Hongzhuo then asked: "It's your birthday at the end of the year, and I'm going to hold a birthday party for you. Do you want to invite anyone to your house, such as your Faxiao and classmates?" Hongzhuo's temptation is simple and direct.

And the result is... Such a temptation will make Zhang Daiqiu, who has been in contact with the crowd and society and grew up normally, vigilant, but Hong Lingyu will not be aware of something wrong.

Hong Lingyu was taken aback for a moment, first realized that the other party remembered her birthday, and then shook her head without hesitation.

This is not his home.And my brother doesn't have any close friends.

The ripples in Hongzhuo's heart gradually expanded, and he wanted to ask again, but suddenly there were footsteps coming from the living room.

"Father, what were you playing with yesterday?" Hong Xiaxuan strode forward, brows filled with unhappiness, and a pair of eyes similar to Hong Zhuo's were filled with anger, and he stabbed obliquely.He is far away abroad and has his own news channel. When he heard that Hong Zhuo had found Hong Lingyu's twin brother recently, and brought him to the banquet of Xiang's family to be bullied, he couldn't sit still and bought it. The plane ticket came back overnight.But when he was staring at the person at the dining table with his back turned to him, he suddenly opened his mouth and couldn't speak: "Brother..."

Hong Lingyu froze and turned her head slightly.

Hong Zhuo took the reaction of the person opposite into his eyes, lowered his voice, and said with some warning: "He is not Hong Lingyu. Why did you come back suddenly?"

Hearing Hong Zhuo's explanation to Hong Xiaxuan, Hong Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't hold the chopsticks, and he didn't eat a bite.

Hongzhuo looked distressed, and just about to persuade him to eat, Hong Xiaxuan sneered at him coldly: "Isn't he the elder brother's brother, is it wrong for me to call him brother? Father, what did you do when you were alive?" What? What are you doing to bring Brother Dai Qiu back to the house now?"

Hongzhuo held inexplicable, perhaps stupid, expectations in his heart that he could not confess to others, and he did not reprimand his son for such provocations as before. He just explained with a calm face: "He has a bad heart, take it back and take good care of it. He will have heart transplant surgery soon."

Since Hong Lingyu's death, every time he communicated with Hong Zhuo, Hong Xiaxuan was rushing to irritate people. Although he didn't know that Hong Zhuo's thoughts on Hong Lingyu had gradually changed, he just wanted to point out his father's initial feelings towards Hong Lingyu. He couldn't give the other party a good look at the original intention of taking it back.

This was the first time Hong Zhuo spoke to him calmly after Hong Lingyu passed away, instead of just scolding him.

Hong Xiaxuan was a little stunned for a moment, but his aura became so weak, and all the words that were tumbling in his heart along the way lost the opportunity to come out for a while.

"you……"

It was the person at the table who had been silent until now who spoke first: "Have you...have you eaten?"

The voice was clear and harmonious, revealing a touch of concern, just like in memory.

Hong Xiaxuan looked at the side face of the other party, feeling a little dazed in his heart, but his eyes were silently red.

Hong Zhuo looked at it, and the ripples in his heart were just like this. After thinking for a while, he followed Hong Lingyu's words and said: "Sit down and eat first, Dai Qiu has a bad appetite, so don't make trouble with him."

Hong Xiaxuan just entered the table in a daze.

Zhou Tingyu was used to taking care of Hong Lingyu during this period of time, and followed Hong Lingyu's concern to bring the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, and put the finished meal gently in front of Hong Xiaxuan.

For this meal, the three of them had no appetite, and only moved their chopsticks a few times.

After dinner, Hong Xiaxuan followed Hong Lingyu step by step, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.

Hong Xiaxuan was fifteen this year, and was born in the year Hong Lingyu came to the Hong family.But he was taken back to Hong's family after he was two years old, and that year happened to be the year when Hong Xiaxuan was found to be congenitally deficient.

Later, when Hong Xiaxuan became sensible, he heard a lot of gossip and found out a lot of things by himself. He suddenly changed his temper when facing this elder brother who he had bullied but always spoiled him. Others bullied him.But he was always worried. He was afraid that Hong Lingyu would think that because of his birth, his father began to ignore him.

This lack of confidence turned into resentment and regret towards Hong Zhuo when Hong Lingyu passed away, and facing this face that was exactly the same as Hong Lingyu, Hong Xiaxuan only felt that he had less confidence—it was all his fault Father, my elder brother's elder brother definitely doesn't like Hongshi either, and has opinions on him too!

After all, he is a half-grown boy, facing the relatives he likes from the bottom of his heart, he cannot be mature and calm, and has a bit of childishness.

Hong Lingyu's back was numb from being stared at by him, and when she reached the stairs, she couldn't help turning around and asking, "You've been following me, what's the matter?"

Hong Xiaxuan was trying to find a way to talk to him, when he heard the familiar tone, he nodded his head: "Yeah!"

"What's the matter?" Hong Lingyu asked gently.

When Hong Xiaxuan nodded, he didn't even think about what to say, and now he was racking his brains to think of any way to chat with him?Involuntarily, he glanced behind Hong Lingyu, and saw the door on the other side of the stairs.

"Well, where do you live...brother?" He tentatively still wanted to call Hong Lingyu his brother.

Hong Lingyu didn't respond to this address, she just pointed to the door of her room.

Isn't that the room where my biological mother used to live?

So Hong Xiaxuan turned his mind quickly: "Then, have you ever been to my brother, brother Lingyu's room?"

Hong Lingyu's expression became lighter and she shook her head.

"Then... do you want to take a look?" Hong Xiaxuan asked cautiously.

What's there to see?The building was empty, and this room must have been cleaned up like the original mistress's room, waiting for a new person to live in.

Seeing his hesitation, Hong Xiaxuan said, "My brother's room is still the same as before, nothing has changed. You haven't seen each other for more than ten years, so you should want to take a look."

Didn't clear it?

Hong Xiaxuan saw his heartbeat, stepped up the steps in two steps, took him in over the people, and introduced as he walked: "My brother's room is not allowed to enter without my father's and my permission, and now it's just..."

Hong Lingyu subconsciously followed him.

Bringing the person to the door of the room, Hong Xiaxuan held the doorknob and twisted it, his face suddenly became a little stiff, and then he lay down on the stairs and shouted: "Uncle Qian, why is my brother's room locked??!"

Qian Gujun first said: "Master, the key is with the owner." Then he corrected him, "My father has retired and returned home, Master!"

It's a pity that Hong Xiaxuan didn't hear the latter.As soon as he heard that the key was in Hongzhuo's hand, he turned around and ran to Hongzhuo's study room, knocked on the door, and when he heard that he was allowed to enter, he pushed the door open a crack, poked his head in and asked, "I want to take Brother Daiqiu there. Take a look at my brother's room and give me the key."

Hong Zhuo looked at him thoughtfully, just when Hong Xiaxuan thought he was unwilling, Hong Zhuo decisively opened the drawer, took out a key and threw it over.

Hong Xiaxuan pushed the door open and held it firmly, thanked him and closed the door of the study, and went to open the door for Hong Lingyu who was still standing in the aisle.

Behind the door is still the same as when he left that night.

A neatly made bed, a half-open window on the window sill, a book that has only been opened for a few pages, and a pen on the desk that has not been capped... It seems that he has never left, and this room is always ready Just like the master who welcomes the return.

Hong Xiaxuan was still babbling about introducing Hong Lingyu's bookcase, talking about how much his brother loves to read, how nice he is, and so on, but he didn't get a reply for a long time. When he turned his head and looked, the people behind him were stunned, and there was something in their expression. Feeling unspeakably sad and confused, so he stopped talking like this, and the excitement of seeing his brother's brother disappeared in such an instant.

That's right, he saw his elder brother die and be buried, but the other party... suddenly learned that there was a younger brother, and then found out that the younger brother was no longer alive.They were brothers, except in the mother's womb, and there was no chance to see each other again.

Hong Xiaxuan took a deep breath, and lowered his voice, "That...sorry." In such a situation, all words and comfort seemed to be powerless.

Hong Lingyu was a little short of breath, nodded, her voice was a little low, and she looked very weak: "Can you...let me stay in this room alone for a while?"

Inexplicably, Hong Xiaxuan trusted this "first meeting" person in front of him, nodded, and walked out holding the key in his palm.

The author has something to say: I have run out of manuscripts... I am busy with work and have not kept up with the rhythm. The next step is to update in real time... I will work hard