Congenital deficiency

This morning, Hong Lingyu woke up very early.

He didn't sleep well last night, and there was an inexplicable sense of turmoil and loss in his dream, and he didn't get a good rest all night, so that he opened his eyes when it was just dawn the next day.

He closed his eyes and lay quietly for a few minutes. When he woke up, he subconsciously reached for the phone on the bedside table, but it was in vain.

The place where you usually put your phone is now empty.

He was startled suddenly, and immediately turned over and sat up.

The bed sheet, quilt cover, pillowcase, and the texture of the bedside table under his hand were all out of the range he was familiar with, and it was a very strange texture. This situation made him flustered for no reason.

Hong Lingyu looked around the room.

This is a room very similar in decoration style to the room he lives in these days.But it wasn't the one where he lived in the Hong family.

And his mobile phone was placed on the desk by the window.

This is where?

Since he is safe now, it means that no one will be against him, so it must be the people of the Hong family who transported him here.

Hong Zhuo.

He recited the name in his mind, and the tip of his tongue was inexplicably bitter.

This apartment has two floors, the second floor is the master bedroom and two study rooms, the first floor is the living room, kitchen and so on.At the moment, the second floor is quiet and there are no human voices, but the direction of the kitchen on the first floor is a bit noisy.

He walked over following the sound, and saw soup bubbling on the stove, the soup was tumbling in the pot, and the water vapor spread with a delicious aroma.

I don't know how long it took to cook, did it cook all night?Will it be blurred?

Hong Lingyu found a towel, wrapped it around the lid of the casserole and lifted it to take a look. She didn't see the picture that might be blurred in her imagination, but she was covered in the fragrance, and she suddenly felt a little hungry.

When he boiled two eggs himself, washed up and prepared a bowl of soup for breakfast, there were finally some other voices in the apartment.

"Are you awake?" This is Hong Zhuo's voice, a little surprised, a little hoarse after waking up.

Hong Lingyu tensed her back subconsciously when she heard other people's voices here, and stopped the movement of peeling the eggs in her hands, and she froze in place, and did not answer Hong Zhuo's words.

He didn't get an answer, Hong Zhuo didn't seem to care, he washed his hands and sat down at the table, peeled the egg that Hong Lingyu had just boiled, and put it gently on the small plate next to his bowl: " Let's eat."

From the moment Hong Lingyu appeared, he stood stiffly at the table like a sculpture, with his eyes lowered, only looking at his own bowl.

Confused, but also afraid.

What kind of play is Master Hong playing?

"How was your rest yesterday?" Hong Zhuo said, got up and went to the kitchen, and filled a bowl of soup himself, without waiting for Hong Lingyu to answer, he continued: "I specially asked them to arrange according to the layout of your room Yes, I don't know if you are used to sleeping or not."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and drank the soup slowly without looking at Hong Lingyu. If it wasn't for the question about Hong Lingyu in front of him, he might not be able to tell whether he was talking to himself or caring. people.

Hong Zhuo took a sip of the soup, frowned suddenly, and glanced at the bowl in front of Hong Lingyu: "Soup... do you get used to it?"

After waiting for a few seconds, he said by himself again: "I think it's a bit bland. Would you like to add some salt?"

Turning around, he brought salt from the kitchen and put it in front of Hong Lingyu. While adding some for himself, he said, "It's my first time cooking soup, and I didn't expect it to be so poor."

Hong Lingyu's expression and body, which had been stiff for a long time, finally loosened a little.

This soup...was cooked by Master Hong?

His hand holding the spoon loosened, and the ceramic spoon handle lightly tapped against the edge of the bowl.

Although Hong Zhuo had a calm expression on his face, his attention was actually on Hong Lingyu's side. Hearing this sound, his heart moved, and he directly reached out to add some salt to his bowl, and then took a spoon to stir it for him.During the period, he accidentally touched Hong Lingyu's hand, causing the other party to tremble subconsciously.

"Try again, it should be better now."

Hong Lingyu manipulated her stiff arms, lowered her stiff neck slightly, and took another sip.

It's fine if there is no comparison, the taste after adding salt now seems to be better than before.

Hong Lingyu drank the soup stiffly, her heart was still as bewildered as fog.

Why did the other party bring him here?What are you going to do to make soup?Where's the maid?What about Zhou Tingyu and the others?Can I go elsewhere by myself?

Endless worries spread from his side, and Hongzhuo's worries on the side were much simpler.

——Hong Lingyu was still unwilling to speak.

Ever since the accident in the conference room, Hong Lingyu never said a word, whether it was necessary or unnecessary.He used silence to create high walls and a shallow sense of security, hoping that these would completely separate him from the dangers lurking outside.

This is his own body's spontaneous and subconscious defensive response.

If we want to find out the reason... According to Tan Minxin's guess, it is probably because of the stimulation that exceeded his psychological tolerance many times.

Right now, he can no longer bear more stimulation and needs to rest well.

That's why last night Hong Zhuo brought him here while he was sound asleep, and he was going to take care of him himself.

After chatting with Tan Minxin, he thought a lot, and with belated understanding of what his problem was.And how lucky he is, after his first and second mistakes, he still has a chance to make up for the person in front of him.

This time, no matter when Hong Lingyu was willing to speak, he was willing to wait.Whether it's ten years or 20 years.

"What do you want to eat for lunch?" Hong Zhuo asked, "I'm not good at cooking, so I can only make some simple ones for now. There are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator. You can go and see what you want to eat later, how about it?"

Hong Lingyu naturally didn't answer him.

He finished the soup in the bowl in front of him, walked towards the kitchen with the empty bowl, poured out the eggshells inside, washed the bowl out by himself, turned around and went back to his own room.

During this period, I didn't say a word to Hongzhuo, nor did I look at him.

It was at this moment that Hong Zhuo suddenly remembered an incident a few years ago.

At that time, Hong Xiaxuan had just been taken back to the Hong Clan, and he was also brought back with him, his biological mother who had only been the mistress of the Hong Clan for three years, the second young lady of the Zhao family.

She didn't know that Hong Lingyu was just a child that Hong Zhuo asked his bodyguards to bring back from the orphanage, thinking that the other party was born for him by someone in Hong Zhuo's heart.For this reason, the other party secretly felt sorry for Hong Lingyu.

That year was the second year Hong Lingyu came to the Hong family's house, and it was also the first year he discovered that his adopted son was congenitally deficient.

20-year-old Hong Zhuo found out that his adopted son, whom he had been taking care of for two years, was congenitally "disabled". Of course, he was not happy. At that time, the object of his marriage—that is, Hong Xiaxuan's biological mother—just happened to be pregnant, so he stopped. How to pay attention to Hong Lingyu, it is common to ignore it for half a year.

He ended the meeting early that day, just in time to go back to the old house for dinner.

That was the first time he had neglected his adopted son for five months.

The little child opened a pair of clear eyes and looked at him seriously across the table, even eating without moving his eyes, as if he would run away in the blink of an eye.

Even after two years of his pampering, this child is still very dull, rarely seeing the liveliness of other children.It's just that the other party is extremely clinging to him, as long as he is around, the child's hidden and dependent eyes will definitely fall on him.

And this kind of look, for Hong Zhuo who just discovered his congenital deficiencies, just made him impatient.

So he frowned slightly, and glanced at his adopted son who was not paying attention to eating.

It was probably because his eyes were a little bit sharp and undisguised, not only the prickly young Hong Lingyu flinched, but also Zhao Yiyue, the mistress of the Hong family at the dinner table, noticed it.

The other party originally thought that Hongzhuo would value the eldest son very much, but he didn't expect it to be this attitude...

Zhao Yiyue glanced at her swollen belly, suddenly smiled, and said to Hong Lingyu, "Are you full? Go back to your room."

Hong Lingyu was taken aback.

He obviously just had two mouthfuls of rice, why did his mother let him go back to his room?

Although he couldn't figure it out, he could understand the disgust that others were pointing at him, so he stared blankly at Hong Zhuo, turned around and went back to the room silently.

After Zhao Yiyue said this, she turned her head and glanced at Hong Zhuo quickly, seeing that the other party had no expression on his face, and he didn't respond to the child's eyes, as if he understood something.

From this day on, there was no place for Hong Shi to sit at the main table.

He is like a dog raised in captivity by his master. He is only allowed to move around in the small piece of land allocated to him, and he cannot leave half a step without a consent.

Hong Zhuo pulled out the scene whose memory was almost blurred and recalled it over and over again, and finally, the eyes of the young Hong Lingyu when he left the dining table overlapped with the eyes of the people who had just left the dining table.

The inside is still as clear as it should be, but the dependence and stability that were pampered and raised by him in the first year of coming to the Hong family are gone.

Instead, there is the defense and indifference of staying out of the matter, and the psychological preparation to be abandoned again at any time.

Hongzhuo's throat twitched, and he felt a cloud of air in his throat that couldn't move up and down, and it was terribly blocked.

Hong Lingyu suddenly stopped translating for a few days in a row, and even the company that usually needed his help in translating suddenly stopped contacting him.

It was rare to find him without work for such a long time, Hong Lingyu was empty for several days, and after reading several books, the whole person was a little moldy.

Even so, he still stayed in his room and never told Hongzhuo that he wanted to go out.

Subconsciously, he thought that Hong Zhuo would definitely not allow him to go out.

Just like the past few years.

He was used to being rejected, and gradually he stopped asking, relying on, and trusting.

It's just that there is no way to consume a lot of time. He found the drawing board again, occasionally drew pictures, occasionally flipped through books, and the time passed quickly after a day.

——Just if Hong Zhuo didn’t stay at home every day too.

Since moving to this apartment, except for meetings, Hongzhuo handles other things on his mobile phone and computer.

Hong Lingyu occasionally wonders, is he going to look at her in person?

But he obviously didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Hong Lingyu couldn't figure it out, and didn't waste his energy thinking about it anymore. He walked to the desk by the window and sat down, put the drawing board on it, stared at the bright sunshine outside for a while, and then slowly wrote.

Downstairs on the sofa, Hong Zhuo looked at the text message sent by his mobile phone, his face suddenly turned cold.