Congenital deficiency

Why keep his room?

For Hong Lingyu, this doubt is roughly equivalent to why Hong Zhuo is going to bring his elder brother Zhang Daiqiu to the Hong family's house when Hong Lingyu is dead?

But he didn't understand Hongzhuo before, and now even with a normal brain, he still doesn't understand.

It's just that when I was in this familiar environment, my whole body felt a kind of top-heavy dizziness, and my heart was filled with inexplicable complex emotions.

He looked around and found that it was exactly as Hong Xiaxuan said, every detail and every arrangement of this room was exactly the same as before he left.

He couldn't help but sat down at the desk.

During those long, boring, and unable to go anywhere time, he just nestled on this small table and buried himself in writing.

his diary.

Thinking of this, Hong Lingyu reached out and touched the bottom of the table.

In the study room at the other end of the corridor, Hong Xiaxuan knocked on the door again and came over to return the key in person.

Less than 5 minutes had passed since he took the key.

"Finished?" He took the key and put it away.

Hong Xiaxuan swept away the excitement just now, feeling a little dejected, and shook his head: "I came out first, Brother Dai Qiu was still inside, he said he wanted to take a look by himself."

Hong Zhuo shook the key in his palm, and nodded: "I see. Go and rest." Hong Xiaxuan's eyes were a little dark, it should be because he arranged the schedule overnight and didn't have a good rest.

Hong Xiaxuan turned his head to the side, walked to Hong Zhuo's desk, his face was restrained, the rounded arc and childishness of a young man were gradually disappearing from him, and his facial features had begun to take the shape of an upright man.

"Father, what are you planning to do when you bring Mr. Zhang home? Why are there rumors about you and your brother?" Since he was brought back to the Hong family, he has been trained by Hong Zhuo as the heir , with the tacit consent of the other party, the actions he used to fight and fight when he was a child have now become a force that can be used.

Hong Zhuo put away the keys, looked up at his son, and suddenly leaned back slowly in the chair.

"It's not a rumor," he said.

Hong Xiaxuan looked at the father whom he had always respected, and suddenly noticed something keenly from the expression on the other's face: "So, those news are true?" Perhaps, it was his father who released these information on purpose, otherwise, who would be able to tell the truth outside? Gossip about the private house of the head of the Hong family?

The bright light reflected Hongzhuo's open and calm expression, he was still so strong and confident, as if nothing could stop him.

"Then you still use your brother...as a tool to block the gun?" In Hong Xiaxuan's heart, Hong Zhuo was the biological father who single-handedly raised him, but only his brother who has no blood relationship with him made him feel the warmth of having a relative.

Such a good person, why did his father lose him?

Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, the child who was learning to walk while holding on to Hong Lingyu's clothes, now suddenly grows into a young man who can take care of himself.

But he has not yet reached the age of knowing love and getting used to seeing life and death.

Hongzhuo can't explain to his son how he felt lost and how he came to his senses after discovering Honglingyu's diary.

His repentance to this day still has no end in sight.

He could only suppress some specious guesses in his heart, and said, "I regret it."

Hong Xiaxuan lowered his eyes slightly, the broken hair in front of his eyes covered the light and the cold light in his eyes.Young people are always sincere in their emotions and cannot be mixed with sand. Hong Zhuo’s statement only makes him worthless to replace Hong Lingyu. Some impulsively and presumptuously said to Hong Zhuo: “Can regret bring people back to life? Regret is the most useless thing. something to use."

If it was normal, Hong Zhuo would definitely send Hong Xiaxuan out of the country directly.

But today, he just looked at the dark night, his eyes were flickering, like fireflies in the dark night, confusing and confusing.

Maybe this time... regret is useful?

Hong Zhuo's silence suddenly left Hong Xiaxuan no reason to continue talking. Although he still couldn't understand the contemplation between the other's brows, he suddenly felt a bit of heaviness, so he turned around and went back to the room first.

It was only a few minutes, Hong Zhuo ignored Hong Xiaxuan's departure, and still looked out of the window.The door of the study was slightly closed, and the voices in the corridor could be clearly heard.

All his senses were amplified, and he just listened to the sounds from the innermost part of the corridor.

But that room was always quiet, just like his former owner.

Hong Zhuo was suddenly a little irritable, and tried to turn his eyes back to the document several times, but he couldn't help but look in the direction of the door crack.Finally, he finally gave up, dropped the mouse in his hand, turned around and opened the door.

Standing at the door of Hong Lingyu's bedroom, Hong Zhuo stretched out his hand to open the door, raised his hand to his eyes, but suddenly hesitated, and looked down at the doorknob for a few times.

He was thinking that if he opened the door and went in at this time, whatever he saw might become... the support for some kind of illogical guess of his.

For the first time in his more than 30 years of life, his unrealistic desire to dream come true.

But he was not willing to push the door so suddenly, because the other party would definitely be startled.

The iron-blooded man who can even draw a gun to kill without hesitation suddenly has a man in his 30s who can't even be scared.

He breathed out silently, finally put away the keys, looked away from the doorknob, knocked on the door politely, and carefully caught the sound behind the door.

"...Who?!" The voice seemed a little flustered and nervous.

Hong Zhuo lowered his voice subconsciously: "It's me."

The deep voice, together with the night, slipped quietly into the room through the crack of the door.

Hong Lingyu in the room hastily clasped the secret compartment upside down, got up from the desk, and went to open the door by herself as a habit.

After opening the door, seeing Hong Zhuo's face, he subconsciously took a step back, not knowing what to say.

Where is his own diary?But now his identity is Zhang Daiqiu, who has never met his younger brother. How could he know that Hong Lingyu has the habit of keeping a diary, and he keeps it in the hidden compartment under the desk in the bedroom?

So he could only keep silent, playing the role of a depressed brother after seeing his deceased brother's room.

Hong Zhuo's eyes swept across the room in a hurry, and landed on Hong Lingyu lightly. Seeing that the other party was not in high spirits and looked a little lonely, his heart sank. Before he could speak, he heard the other party say first: "Mr. Hong go to bed early." Then he turned and left, opened the door in front of his eyes, and closed the door again.

Hong Zhuo just stood at the door of the corridor, one side was the dim and warm light in the room, the other side was the dark and dark tone of the corridor, the two covered half of his face, one in front and the other behind.

Driven by the instinct of chasing warmth, Hong Zhuo stepped into the room.

For a long time after Hong Lingyu passed away, he couldn't sleep all night long. Only when he came to this room in the middle of the night could he close his eyes for a moment from late night to early morning.

No one knows about this except himself.

Hong Zhuo gently closed the door.As usual, he sat down at Hong Lingyu's usual desk.

Out of some secret guesses and expectations in his heart, he seems unable to treat Zhang Daiqiu with his usual methods and attitudes.

But how to verify, is his idea true?

Habitually, he lightly stroked the smooth surface of the tabletop, gently as if brushing the surface of some treasure, then lightly bent his fingers, and tapped on the tabletop.

Suddenly feeling a little empty in his heart, he suddenly wanted to take another look at the diary left by Hong Lingyu.

So he got up and left the small desk, walked to the door of the room, took out the key and prepared to lock the door as usual, when he turned around, his eyes swept over the flat bed, the empty window sill, and finally landed on the desk .

This kind of scrutiny with a touch of nostalgia is very common, and it is something that Hongzhuo has repeated countless times in the past two years.

But just because he had repeated it countless times, and the layout of the room hadn't changed in the past two years, he suddenly noticed something abnormal in the room.

Hongzhuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and his throat rolled along with it.

In the angle between the tabletop and the table legs, a small piece of wood suddenly appeared. According to the material and color, it should be the back of the desk.

And the only thing that can hang down like this so that people can see it from a distance is the hidden compartment under Hong Lingyu's desk.

When he left this room last time, it was clearly locked.

This small piece of wood made Hong Zhuo think a lot in this fleeting time, within the blink of an eye, and the doubts that plagued him... suddenly found the answer.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Tingyu stood at the door of Hongling Yufang on time, and was about to go in and wake up people, but was driven away by Hongzhuo who heard the sound and waved away.

He barely had a rest last night, and he immediately came out of the room when he heard footsteps in the corridor, thinking that the people in the room had woken up.

Zhou Tingyu was pushed aside by Hong Zhuo, blinked, repeatedly recalled Hong Zhuo's eyebrow raising and waving just now, and finally figured to confirm that the other party should mean to let her go aside, so she turned quietly and went downstairs up.

Hong Zhuo looked down at the doorknob, and with one hand gently pulled the neckline, which was obviously loose on weekdays, but at the moment it seemed tight, and knocked on the door.

The voice inside was calm and hoarse: "Come in."

Hong Zhuo moved his throat and pushed open the door.

Hong Lingyu was thinking about her diary last night, didn't have a good rest, and fell asleep in a daze in the middle of the night, but the biological clock woke him up on time at this time.

He rubbed his eyes and got up from the quilt, stepped on the cold ground with one foot, woke up instantly from the cold, and shivered slightly, only then remembered that the slippers were not on the side of the bed, but on the other side of the bed, so Tiptoe and ran to put on slippers.

He was running towards the corner of the bed with his head down, but a pair of men's feet dangled in front of his eyes, and then his slippers were brought to him.

Hong Lingyu said thank you in a low voice, and while stuffing her snow-white feet into the slippers, she thought: Are Hu Bo's feet so big?

Then turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Hong Zhuo stood behind, looking at this man's slightly confused appearance, his heart that had been silent for more than 30 years suddenly felt warm.