Congenital deficiency

At the same time that Hong Zhuo received the news, Hong Lingyu also suddenly received a call.

This call came from a phone number with a note, and his name was written on the note: Sun Zhaoxian.

Hong Lingyu searched in memory, and finally remembered that this person seemed to be a certain college classmate of her brother, and she could talk to her brother on weekdays, and her friendship was a little better than that of ordinary classmates.

It's just that after I came here, I didn't know how to get along with him, and I didn't take the initiative to contact him, so the relationship between the two of them weakened a little.

Hong Lingyu hung up the phone, and before the other party called, she sent a message: I can't answer the phone, what's wrong?

There was a quick reply: Have you not read the forum recently?what happened?

Along with the news, there was also a link to the webpage, the title was: [A certain male third-year student who dropped out of school was unexpectedly adopted by a wealthy family! 】

"...?" Hong Lingyu was confused, and sent Sun Zhaoxian: What's wrong with this post?

What does it have to do with him.

Sun Zhaoxian seemed a little speechless, first sent a series of ellipsis, and then said: Click in and have a look.

Hong Lingyu then clicked in.

Hong Lingyu usually doesn't pay much attention to these small gossips. At the beginning, she was stunned because she didn't find what Sun Zhaoxian wanted to see from these connotations and belittling words.

This post... probably talks about a student in the school being taken care of by a wealthy family, and then he simply stopped studying?

After struggling to read most of it, Hong Lingyu probably understood the meaning.

But what does this post have to do with him?

Swiping her finger across the screen, she skipped a photo, and the person in it looked familiar. Hong Lingyu paused with her fingertips, pulled the post back, and clicked on the picture.

The hall in the photo looks familiar, brightly lit and full of guests.In the middle of the photo, two people are leaning on each other, one of them has his back to the camera, and only a small side face is in the mirror, which makes it hard to see clearly.He has broad shoulders and long legs, with his arms wrapped around the waist of the person in his arms, and he is bowing his head and talking softly. He clearly has a pair of stern eyebrows that reject people thousands of miles away, but because his gaze falls on the person in his arms, his temperament is instantly soft.

And the man in his arms is facing the camera head-on, with a pale face full of panic, frowning in distress, with clear eyes, holding a small piece of the man's suit fabric in his hand, and his whole body is embedded in it. In the arms of the other party, it was as weak as a dodder flower.

Hong Lingyu had seen this face countless times in the mirror.

Hong Lingyu thought, he probably understood what nurturing was.

This derogatory and humiliating word, he saw it in the gossip column when he opened the webpage to check the information.It probably refers to giving your body in exchange for benefits.

But what does this have to do with my brother?

If it was my former self... relying on blocking bullets for Master Hong in exchange for food and shelter for survival, it would be considered giving his body in exchange for benefits.

But my brother didn't.

Hong Lingyu frowned in displeasure, and first replied to Sun Zhaoxian: I was not adopted.

It took a while to reply over there: Well, I know.Why don't you check this post and report it?I can't put it here to discredit you.

Hong Lingyu replied quickly this time: I will deal with it.

Sun Zhaoxian only replied with an "ok" emoji, and didn't send any more messages.

Hong Lingyu thought for a while, then sent a serious thank you, and then put the phone aside.

He first found this post on the web, and searched for how to get someone to delete the post. After researching for a long time, he registered an account, clicked report in the post, left the reason for the report, and clicked submit.

Is that enough?

He waited for a while, refreshed the webpage several times, and found that the post was still there.

Maybe wait a little longer.

Thinking so, he put down the computer and sat down in front of the drawing board.

But after all, such a scene was a bit disgusting, and he suddenly lost the mood to draw.

Who did this?The picture quality is blurry, it should be taken by someone who went to the scene that day.But why did the other party target him like this?What good does it do for him?

Hong Lingyu thought for a while but couldn't think of who he had offended.

He hasn't even been out of the house a few times, so there is no chance to offend anyone.

He couldn't figure it out, so he just held his paintbrush and looked out the window.

On the first floor, Hong Zhuo was staring at the original post that Sun Zhaoxian forwarded to Hong Lingyu just now.

There was no expression on his face, only a pair of dark eyes stared at the computer screen, it was extremely cold inside.

Conveniently saving the last few photos attached to the post, Hongzhuo thought for a while, and directly set these photos as the screensavers of the computer and mobile phone, which made his face look better.

The original address of this post is very easy to check. The other party did not encrypt their information at all. The IP address was hacked, the post was deleted, the account was canceled, and then the collected information was sorted out and sent to Hong Zhuo.

In the first line of information when the file was opened, it was written, Xiang Yuan.

Hongzhuo has an impression of this name.

When he took Hong Lingyu to Xiang's house that day, it was this person who almost made Lingyu fall ill.

At that time, he was busy confirming whether the person in front of him was the one he wanted, and he didn't free up his hands to deal with this matter. Fortunately, he had almost forgotten about this matter now, and this Xiang San bumped into him again.

But right now it won't take him much effort to deal with Xiangsan, it's just a matter of a phone call.

What Hong Zhuo is worried about right now is whether Hong Lingyu will be affected by this post.

Ten minutes later, Hong Zhuo knocked on the door of Hong Lingyu's room with a glass of warm milk.

The knock on the door pulled Hong Lingyu back from her daze.

"Are you resting?" Hong Zhuo's deep voice was rare, a gentleness that made Hong Lingyu a little strange.

The door is not locked.

Hong Lingyu pursed her lips slightly, squeezed the paintbrush in her hand a little nervously, her eyes fell on the doorknob, and she was prepared that the other party might push the door in by herself.

But he waited for a while, the doorknob didn't move, and then Hong Zhuo's voice sounded again: "If you are resting, I will not bother you. I will come back in half an hour... to bring you milk."

Hong Lingyu let go of her pursed lips, and opened her mouth in surprise.

Although he didn't understand why Hong Zhuo didn't just push the door in, but the behavior of the other party undoubtedly relaxed his tense emotions a lot.

But I was also a little worried—if he knocked on the door and I still ignored him, would he just open the door and come in?

Hong Zhuo knocked on Hong Lingyu's door half an hour later on time.

"Can I come in?" He asked politely, tilting his head slightly, trying to catch a little movement in the room through the door.

Hong Lingyu sat at the farthest place from the door, staring in that direction with some vigilance, but still said nothing.

Hong Zhuo squeezed the warm milk in his hand, and waited a little longer than just now, when Hong Lingyu couldn't help covering his heart nervously, Hong Zhuo finally said: "Then I'll come back in an hour. "

He doesn't want to see himself.

Hong Zhuo calmly suppressed the sense of loss in his heart, thinking how the person at the door would look at him in fear, and how he was careful not to make any noise just because he was afraid that he would hear him.

He couldn't bear it.

After pouring out the glass of milk that nobody drank again, Hong Zhuo rinsed the glass clean, put it aside, and couldn't resist going to the balcony to light a cigarette.

Today's scene is actually very familiar.

Hong Lingyu "laid" in his study until he was 14 years old.

Except for the first two years when he would occasionally go over to tease the child, for the next ten years, he was just an extra decoration on the sofa.

Hong Lingyu would obediently take a bath after dinner every day, and ran to the door of his study with a small quilt in his arms, knocking on the door politely. He would answer occasionally, but most of the time he just pretended not to hear.

Every time Hongzhuo personally asked him to come in, he would hug the small cup, jump on the sofa excitedly and have a little roll, then play with his face flushed for a while, and sleep by himself when he was sleepy.

And when Hong Zhuo didn't allow him to come in, he would always hold a small blanket, like a puppy who was neglected by his master, and curl up at the door of the study.When the housekeeper came to deliver tea and food to Hong Zhuo, or when Hong Zhuo was about to go downstairs, he took the opportunity to follow Hong Zhuo, and then walked into the study quietly, carefully nestling in the sofa not to make any noise.

Hongzhuo looked up once and saw this scene.

At that time, Hong Lingyu followed up in the study room when the butler brought things up. He hooked his waist, huddled the quilt into a ball and hugged his chest, trying to reduce his size as much as possible, as if Hongzhuo couldn't see him like this .He put the quilt on the sofa first, and then pressed one hand on the sofa extremely slowly, exerting force carefully, shifting the center of gravity until most of the weight of his body was on this arm, and then raised the other leg until According to the law, the whole person was lying on the sofa.

After lying on the bed, he didn't dare to move, rolled himself into a small shrimp, and looked towards Hong Zhuo's direction.

But then, he found that the other party was also looking at him, so he squeezed the quilt nervously, buried half of his face in it, only one eye was exposed, and looked at Hong Zhuo with some panic, for fear that the other party would kill him in the next moment. With a displeased expression on his face, he kicked him out.

Hong Zhuo clearly recalled the look in Hong Lingyu's eyes when he was young, and felt a little uncomfortable.

During the two years when he lost Hong Lingyu, when he realized what he had lost, it was not that he hadn't thought about the reason for the fall.

When he first got Hong Lingyu's diary, he thought it was because he had never seen anyone with a pure heart like Hong Lingyu in more than 30 years, and a complete dependence on himself.

But looking back now, I'm afraid it's more than that.

More importantly, the eyes of the other party have been as clear and clean as when they first met for more than ten years. They have always only contained themselves, and nothing in the world has ever stayed.

Until now, Hong Zhuo has never seen anyone with eyes like his.

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