Congenital deficiency

The steps in front of the door were a bit high for him, but he was not in a hurry at all. He bent down slightly, lifted one foot first, and waited until the step was stable, raised his fleshy arm to find balance, and then put the other Push your feet up.

Seeing Hong Zhuo, the bodyguard stopped at the right time, called "Master", and was about to bend down to tell the child, "This is your father", but was interrupted by Hong Zhuo: "Come here."

The bodyguard fell silent and stepped aside silently.

Hearing that the other party seemed to be talking to him, the child tilted his head, his dark eyes were wet, he blinked, and then walked towards Hong Zhuo with small steps.

His congenitally deficient and not yet fully developed brain can't analyze what kind of environment he is in, whether it is strange or familiar. He just relies on the intuition of a young animal to instinctively feel that this person is not easy to mess with, and he must listen to him. if.

At this time, he still doesn't know what is fear and what is fear.

He only acts on instinct.

But this scene looked very emotional to the bodyguard.

Although the Patriarch of his family is less than [-] now, he has experienced a lot of things with the previous Patriarch. Not to mention the temperament of his peers, even the elders dare not underestimate him.

And this kid who came to the Hong family for the first time today, didn't hear a word from anyone along the way, and could avoid him if he wanted to lead him, but he took the initiative to walk towards the Patriarch so obediently.

What kind of wonderful fate is this?

It took the child more than two minutes to walk in front of Hongzhuo for a distance of more than ten meters.

Hong Zhuo waited patiently, and when the child stopped one meter in front of him, he stretched out his right hand, facing the child with the palm facing up.

The child first rolled his wet eyes, looked down at his palm, then blinked again, and looked at his face with a pair of agate eyes.

It's as if a young animal is trying to tell whether the creature in front of it is friend or foe.

The 19-year-old Hong Zhuo has cultivated an iceberg-like face early on, and it is usually impossible to guess his mood from his face.

But this child looked serious thinking, and after grunting, he handed over his soft little hand.

Well, the meat pads are hot.

Hongzhuo thought to himself.

He gently squeezed the child's hand, brought the belt forward, let the child lean between his pair of long legs, and told him seriously: "I will be your father from now on."

"You will be called Hong Lingyu from now on."

It's not that Hong Zhuo has never seen other three or four year old children, but the children he saw were either very afraid of being born, crying when they saw strangers, or very skinny, throwing everything in their mouths and smashing it on the ground , Don't listen to people's words, it's a bit difficult to stay quietly for 10 minutes.

This one in front of him is very clever.

It has to be said that Hongzhuo still has two points of liking for this little thing in front of him, thinking that if this child grows up to be so lovable in the future, then it would be better to spend more time on him and arrange more people to protect his safety. It's not a big deal.

Then he personally took the child to his room on the second floor, arranged a nanny for him, and planned his life.

He thought that the child is still young, and there is no time to arrange courses until he is five or six years old. It is enough to simply start the class now.

So he invited a kindergarten teacher to come to the house to talk with the child every day, teach him to play the piano for a while, and recite pinyin.

During the day, it was supposed to be the time for the tutor to take care of the children.

But from the first day that tutor came, whenever Hongzhuo heard something inexplicably in his work room, when he looked up, he could see the child pushed the door open a crack, blinking his wet eyes and looking at him quietly, with a confused expression. With a cute face.

Then there was the sound of the tutor looking for someone in a panic.

Hong Zhuo pushed open the door, pointed to the stairs, and let the child go down by himself.

It was like sending away a cat or dog that was disturbing his work.

The child held on to the stairs and went down obediently.

But as long as there is any movement, just look up, the child is really at the door again, holding the door with one hand, pushing the wall with the other hand, looking at him secretly with those dark and moist eyes through the gap.

So Hong Zhuo sent him away again, and even locked the door of the study.

It wasn't until dusk that day, when the tutor left Hong's family, and the housekeeper brought chairs for the children to climb up, that Hong Zhuo saw the little thing opposite with a pair of black eyes red and swollen like walnuts.

"What's the matter?" Hong Zhuo turned his head to ask Qian Bo.

Chamber brought a hot towel and gently applied it to the child's face. The child struggled to avoid him, but it was useless to comfort him.

Hong Zhuo simply got up from his seat, and personally brought a towel to cover the child, so he obediently remained motionless.

Qian Bo sighed and said: "After all, father and son are connected, young master only listens to you, the master. You locked the study room in the morning, but young master didn't dare to open the door. He came down with red eyes and sat at the small desk. I started crying before, without saying a word."

Douding's older child didn't move at all. He just sat on his little stool, pursed his lips and dropped the golden beans one by one. He couldn't stop coaxing him. The crying was silent, quiet, and distressing.

For a child of three or four years old in an ordinary family, which one can cry with one mouth and can hear it within a three-mile radius?

When Qian Bo said this, Hong Zhuo roughly understood, and his heart felt strangely numb, and he rarely lowered his head and said to the child: "Don't cry. You can come to my study in the future, but only if I agree."

The child raised his head from the warm towel and Hong Zhuo's big palm to look at him, his eyes were as clean as a pool, he blinked softly, pursed his mouth, and buried it back again.

I don't know if I understand or not.

But the next day, when the child sneaked upstairs to look for Hongzhuo while the tutor was not paying attention, he knocked on the door and waited until he said "Please come in" , then slowly pushed open the door of the study, and walked in with his calves.

Hongzhuo just glanced at him, and continued to look down at his documents.

Seeing his appearance, the child instinctively didn't dare to disturb him. He climbed onto the sofa with his short legs, rolled on it and sat quietly, and lay down when he was sleepy.

He waited until the governess came up, and then he followed.

Qian Bo laughed when he saw it, and said that this child is only close to the patriarch, and only clings to him.

On the first night when Hong Lingyu came to Hongshi, before going to sleep, the child was trapped in the soft quilt, his body was motionless, but his eyes followed him eagerly, as if he was expecting something.

Hong Zhuo noticed the child's inexplicable expectation and asked him, "What's wrong?"

The child lifted his little white hand from the quilt and pointed to the fairy tale book on the bedside table.Looks like I'm waiting for a bedtime story.

Thinking of the batch of unfinished documents on his desk, Hong Zhuo frowned, and directly refused: "I still have something to do, I don't have time to study for you, go to sleep by yourself." Walking, when Echo came to the door, I saw the child's eyes flickering through the light in the corridor, which was very clearly mixed with expectations and grievances.

He just brought back an adopted son, and he didn't plan to really be an [-]-year-old father at a young age.

Hongzhuo thought so at that time, turned around and closed the door without hesitation and left.

Not long after, there was another knock on the door of his study.Thinking that it was Qian Bo who brought the tea, Hongzhuo said please come in without raising his head.As a result, after waiting for a while, there was no new tea on the desk. Instead, a chubby little guy suddenly appeared on the sofa opposite the desk. He crawled onto the sofa with his feet, and then the little one lay there, spread the storybook brought from the bedside on his lap, and read it on his own.

The child is quiet and never disturbs him.If Chamber knocked on the door and came to deliver water, he would go over to help pick it up and deliver it to him himself.

In the later years, that person stayed on the sofa for 15 years, and Hongzhuo got used to it and turned a blind eye for 15 years.

But since Hong Lingyu passed away, every time he looked up and saw the empty sofa, his heart felt empty.

Not only that, but on the lawn at the entrance of Hongshi’s mansion, no one was waiting for him in the sun and eating desserts; when he returned to Hongshi late at night, the sofa and TV in the living room were always dark, as if something was lost there forever; In the kitchen, no one brought out the porridge that he cooked himself, which was actually not bad. With a soft smile, he asked him to have a taste.

Such a gentle and soft smile, the other party has never shown it to another person.

Even when facing his younger brother Hong Xiaxuan, the smile on his face was only soft and shy.

Hong Zhuo looked at it, and suddenly seemed to be bent over by some unknown invisible force, and slowly lowered his head.

Hong Lingyu stood aside, staring at the photo of herself.

When is this photo taken?

He used to say that he was "congenitally deficient", but to put it bluntly, he was a fool who couldn't understand things like mobile phones and computers. Even Hong Xiaxuan taught him a few times before giving up and only taught him to take pictures. and selfie.

Is it a photo from when he first learned to take pictures a few years ago?

But he never took a selfie.

He was immersed in his own inexplicable doubts, when he suddenly saw the tombstone with his back turned to him, a man with a straight figure took out a handkerchief from his arms, bent down and wiped the tombstone seriously.

Hong Lingyu stood obliquely behind him, and couldn't see his whole face, only half of his sad side face, and his focused eyes when he lowered his head to wipe.

He looked at each other coldly, as if looking at a stranger.

What is Hongzhuo trying to do?The patriarch of the majestic Hong family actually still does this kind of thing like wiping the tombstone?Is it possible that the Hong family will go bankrupt tomorrow, and the head of the Hong family will be able to pack up his tools and sweep the streets?

Hongzhuo didn't know what "Zhang Daiqiu" behind him was thinking, and he didn't pay attention to why the other party didn't come forward. He just wiped it carefully and attentively, almost devoutly.