Congenital deficiency

Hong Lingyu was only wearing a pair of beach shorts, which was incompatible with the well-arranged dining table on the deck, but Hong Zhuo didn't care. He led him to the table and pulled out the chair for him himself.

The flickering candlelight reflected Hong Zhuo's rigid facial features and rare soft lines on his face.

It's just that such a gentle appearance seems to be often seen on Hong Zhuo's face during this time.

There was only one waiter on board, and he was only responsible for bringing up all the prepared food and placing it in front of the two of them.

Amidst the sound of the waves, neither of the two people who were eating at the bow of the boat spoke.

All the dishes were served, but when it was time to serve dessert, the waiter had already disembarked.

Hong Zhuo waited patiently for Hong Lingyu to put down the knife and fork, picked up the tablecloth on his lap, and said to him, "Wait a moment." Then he got up and went to the cabin.

After a while, he came out holding a cake in both hands. Candles were lit on the cake, and the word "20 years old" was framed in a circle.The candle has been lit, and starting from the center of the circle, diamond-like flames burn along the edge of the outer frame to both sides, until the soles of the words "20 years old" begin to spread online.

Through the only light of fire in the dark night, Hong Lingyu saw the lips of the person opposite moved.

"Happy birthday baby."

He said.

When Hong Lingyu was five years old, for the first time in his life, someone celebrated his birthday.

The invitation letter personally sent from the Hong family's old house is worth a thousand dollars, and there is no one who can go to the scene.

In the extremely magnificent banquet hall repaired by the Hong family, Hong Zhuo personally held the Hongling jade, walked to the 1.5-meter-high cake in the center of the hall, held his hand, and cut off the first piece .

At that time, the young Hong Lingyu was not stage-frightened, staring at a pair of round, dark and moist eyes, watching them show various expressions of hidden emotions to him.

The following year, Hong Lingyu was six years old.

On the first day of the year, Hong Zhuo was busy until late at night before he had a moment of free time. Then he asked the butler to go downstairs to bring the cake he had prepared earlier, and woke up Hong Lingyu who was already asleep on the sofa, and gave him a birthday cake. The second birthday in my life.

In the 14 years since then until now, he has never had a birthday.

Hong Lingyu always thought that he had forgotten many memories long ago, but when he suddenly recalled them, he realized that he remembered every minute and every second at that time.

He remembers the sweet feeling of eating a cake for the first time in his life, the temperature when Hongzhuo held his hands and cut the cake, the confusion of waking up from the sofa in the middle of the night and the surprise of having a birthday cake feel.

During his 16 years in Hongshi, only the first two years are worth recalling, so they are very precious.

It's just that the contrast between memory and reality is too strong, and he has been deliberately forgetting it out of self-protection.

But how could the camel forget the direction of the oasis in the desert?Absorbing warmth is the instinct in his 20 years of lonely life, which has already been engraved into the bone marrow in the cycle of [-] days and nights.

So much so that when Hong Lingyu saw the cake in front of her for the first moment, she could subconsciously think of the sweet and greasy taste of the first cake in her life more than ten years ago.

Hong Zhuo walked to the table with the cake, smiling and singing the birthday song in a low voice.His deep voice is like the singing of a cello, and it blends perfectly with the sound of the waves in the night, like a duet.

After the last tune was sung, Hong Zhuo pushed the cake in front of Hong Lingyu who bowed his head, beckoning him to make a wish, but Hong Lingyu didn't make a move after waiting for quite a while.

Hong Zhuo was getting up to take a look, but suddenly he saw a transparent drop of water hit the cake in front of him, smashing out a hole in the soft cream on the top of the cake.

With a sudden twist in his chest, Hong Zhuo suddenly got up and walked over, half squatting in front of Hong Lingyu.

I saw that Hong Lingyu's eyes were filled with teardrops, but her eyes widened in a daze. When her eyes couldn't hold any more, another teardrop fell silently on the table, and one of them smashed into pieces and splashed onto the back of Hongzhuo's hand. It is cold to the touch.

Hongzhuo's ambition to win disappeared in an instant.

"You know." In the night, Hong Lingyu's voice suddenly sounded after being smudged by tears. There was a sharpness and coldness that he had never shown before. Zhuo Xin.

In an instant, Hong Zhuo understood that the other party pointed out that he knew that the person in front of him was Hong Lingyu.

So Hongzhuo nodded slightly.

Hong Lingyu was stunned for a moment.In fact, Hongzhuo's hint was already very obvious.

Zhang Daiqiu can't use a gun, but Hong Lingyu can.Zhang Daiqiu had never heard gunshots, but Hong Lingyu was extremely sensitive to gunshots.Hongzhuo never let down his guard against strangers, but he actually believed in "Zhang Daiqiu", who was a stranger to him, and let him live in Hong's old house, and then brought him with him in the near future.There are also those two diaries that Hong Lingyu tried to find but failed to find.

Hong Zhuo looked at the tears in his eyes, and wanted to reach out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, but Hong Lingyu avoided him.

There was a burst of cold air behind Hong Lingyu's back, as if he was suddenly burdened with a heavy burden, and his back was bent. He shrank his shoulders, began to tremble, and whimpered uncontrollably from his throat.

Hong Zhuo was like falling into a cold pond, he reached out to hug him and give him some warmth, but Hong Lingyu slapped him away without hesitation.The palm of his hand slapped on the back of his hand, and it turned red instantly.

Amid sobbing, Hong Zhuo heard Hong Lingyu's barely restrained voice say: "Let...I'll go. I, I don't owe you my life."

There was a "hum" in Hong Zhuo's mind, as if someone had fixed him on the spot, and he couldn't get any closer to Hong Lingyu.

While Hong Zhuo was in a daze, Hong Lingyu couldn't control the trembling all over his body. Tears silently covered his entire face. Blood vessels protruded from his forehead, and his upper and lower teeth knocked together, making a mechanical sound.

Hong Zhuo was afraid that he would have a heart attack, so he suppressed the grief in his heart, hugged him in his arms, and at the same time patted him on the back gently, trying to calm his emotions.

His reassurance was useless.

Hong Lingyu's teardrops soaked his entire shoulder in a silent blink.

Even crying is quiet, not making a sound.

Hong Zhuo clenched his teeth tightly, and his eyes were red.

And Hong Lingyu in his arms has been crying silently until he hiccups, his breath is choking in his throat, as if he will choke and condense in his chest in the next moment, blocking his breathing.

"Let, let me go..." The root of Hong Lingyu's tongue was sour, and he muttered indistinctly repeatedly, his forehead was pressed on Hong Zhuo's shoulder.

Hong Zhuo's left knee rested on the ground, he stretched out his hands to gently support Hong Lingyu's head, looked up at him slightly, and said every word very slowly and clearly: "I'm sorry."

"Please give me a chance to make it up to you."

Hongzhuo's chest was sore, and it was the first time in his life that he showed weakness to others, but when he spoke, he was relieved to find that his dignity was worthless compared to the person in front of him: "Please."

Hong Lingyu could distinguish the shape of his mouth through the hazy tears, the corners of his mouth were slightly pressed, as if he was laughing, but the tears fell more violently, he looked down at the person kneeling on one knee in front of him, maybe it was the past few months The other party's connivance gave him confidence, maybe it was the fact that he no longer owed him anything that gave him strength, maybe it was the grievances of these years that could not be suppressed at this moment no matter what... He opened his eyes with tears welling up , looked directly at Hong Zhuo, and said word by word: "When I was six years old, Mrs. Hong locked me in the basement, and I waited for two days."

In that year, Hongzhuo discovered that Honglingyu was not born well enough, and was very disappointed with her, so he simply looked for a marriage partner.That is, in this year, Hong Xiaxuan's mother came to the Hong family with him in her arms. In order to establish her prestige and to tell the servants in the old house the status of the child in her belly, she locked Hong Lingyu in the basement for two days and two days. During the night, only a few glasses of water were sent over.

"Ten years old, the first bullet."

It was the second year after Hongzhuo gave up Honglingyu. Honglingyu was shot on the way back to Europe with him. The bullet pierced his abdomen. Fortunately, no important internal organs were injured. Even so, the young Hong Lingyu lay on the hospital bed for three full months.

"15 years old, second bullet."

This assassination, Hong Lingyu once wrote in his diary, was the one that escaped by hiding in the mountains, and it was also one that he would recall in countless nightmares.

"19 years old..."

"Stop talking!" Hong Lingyu's words were suddenly interrupted.

Hong Zhuo half-kneeled on the ground, his back was straight and stiff, but it revealed a trace of fragility strangely, he didn't dare to look into Hong Lingyu's eyes, he clenched his teeth tightly, his jaw collapsed tightly, two thick The black eyebrows were twisted into a straight line, and the eyes were so red that they could almost bleed.

He almost begged and repeated again: "Stop talking..."

Hong Lingyu couldn't see his mouth shape, so she continued to speak: "I blocked the last bullet for you."

As his words fell to the ground, Hong Zhuo's hands clenched into fists, and his bones creaked.

At this moment, the expression on Hong Lingyu's face couldn't be more ugly.He didn't want to think about it, but the person in front of him seemed to have forgotten it. It seemed that in the past ten years, he was the only one who struggled and couldn't save himself, but the other party turned back when he said it, and let it go when he said it.

Why?

Hong Lingyu's attitude was uncharacteristically firm, he squatted down following Hong Zhuo's half-kneeling movement, and let his eyes meet Hong Zhuo: "What do I still owe you? Master Hong...how do you want me to pay it back?"

It was exactly zero o'clock.

Suddenly, grand fireworks exploded on the sea around them.The sparks were centered on the yacht they were on, and the stars gathered above their heads like a moon, and then exploded with a "bang", drawing a day-like dawn in the vast night sky.

These fireworks merged into one word after another, and finally formed a whole sentence: Happy birthday, baby.

The night sky was as bright as day under the illumination of the fireworks, and Hong Zhuo could clearly see the despair that almost drowned people in Hong Lingyu's eyes, and the self who was almost completely embarrassed in his eyes.

Hong Zhuo held Hong Lingyu's wrist with his backhand, and pursed his lips.

You don't owe me anything.

Yes I owe you a lot.

"Please give me a chance."