Congenital deficiency

Family.

Hong Lingyu waited for a home she could return to for 20 years.

As far as I can remember, he was not the pleasing one in the orphanage, because he was taciturn, his dark eyes were too clear, and he had a sense of indifference that was difficult to be touched by human fireworks.

Ordinarily, couples who adopted|adopted|children in the past did not want their children to look good-looking.

Hong Lingyu is obviously not like this.

It's just that he didn't understand at that time, watching people coming and going in the orphanage, but no one would ever take him away.He heard the children living in the upper, lower, left, and right beds shouting "Mom and Dad" and being led away by various people.

Until that year, someone came to pick him up and told him that you were adopted and I will take you to meet your father.

What is the difference between the title father and the title "father"?

The young Hong Lingyu couldn't figure it out, but thought he was probably going to have a family.

The new home is really nice.

It is very spacious, beautiful, and has bright sunlight. He doesn't have to be crowded in a room with other children, and he doesn't have to worry about not being full after eating.Someone told him a bedtime story, held him on his lap and told him this was a toy bought for him, and told him this was a lesson for him to learn in the future.

In the first year he came to this "home", someone gave him an oversized cake, bigger than any cake he had ever seen in his life, several times bigger than himself, and invited a lot of people Come celebrate him.

He settled into a comfortable room and suddenly had something he had never had in the previous few short years.

"Father" was good to him.

Hong Lingyu is full of gratitude, although her immature face does not show, but she does her best to be good to her "family".

He waits for his "family" to sleep together, earnestly studies the courses arranged by his "family", cherishes and carefully eats every meal, and never wastes anything he owns.

But his meager cherishing did not allow this precious warmth to last long.

He probably once had a family.

Hong Lingyu thought.

In his more than 20 years of life, he had two families.

Later, when he was imprisoned in a dark room by the mistress and abused wantonly; when he listened to the people in Hong's old house talking and mocking with half understanding; even when he was locked in the study by what he thought was "family" At that time, it was the only warmth left over from the two years between the ages of four and six that supported him.

But after he gave everything and even his life for the so-called family, he only got the other party to completely expel him from the family in front of all the media.

He thought this was the bottom of the valley.

Fate probably cannot let him go after all, even if he decides to leave, the past hidden in the shadows will wait for the opportunity to move like a shadow.

When he woke up in a dark room, he was not afraid, at most he would die once, and he had already died once.

But he couldn't accept the thing in the opponent's hand that filled the entire syringe.If things go on like this, let alone death, he won't even have the chance to be a good human being, and he will always be a walking dead dominated by nerves|desires.

As the Southeast Asian approached with a gloomy face, he suddenly remembered the fortress Hong Zhuo built with his solid and warm chest and arms when he was attacked in Taicheng.

twice.

In the boundless darkness, this was the only place he could reach.

Hong Zhuo wrapped the trembling man in his clothes, and directly hugged him into the car. The door closed, forming a closed and warm space.

The person in his arms was still trembling, his lips were pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Hong Zhuo was so distressed that he kept kissing Hong Lingyu's forehead lightly with his lips, and tightened his arms, trying to share some of his warmth.

Halfway through the car, the person in his arms suddenly came back to his senses, and let out a choked sob from the depths of his throat.

Hong Zhuo hurriedly looked down at him, and said in a very low and careful voice, "Babe...you can cry if you want to." The hand placed behind Hong Lingyu's back also patted comfortingly.

Just such a hug and a word of comfort were enough to drag him back from the brink of collapse.

The drizzle-like sobs gradually turned into lightning and thunder, and Hong Lingyu couldn't restrain the gasping in his chest. Tears kept pouring out of his eyes, and the unbridled sobbing seemed to be squeezed out from the lobe of the lungs. With the momentum of coughing up blood.

Hong Zhuo's eye sockets were burning hot, but he closed his eyes fiercely, his throat moved, and the bitterness coiled around the base of his tongue and tip of his nose could not go away no matter what.

Ji Daogong sat in the co-pilot's seat, he didn't turn his head, but his eyes turned red.

Amidst the convulsions, Hong Zhuo heard Hong Lingyu's whimpering voice not much louder than the cat's: "Syringe..." His breathing was interrupted by a sob in his chest, "The needle of the syringe... got stuck."

Hong Zhuo's hot eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he clenched his hands tightly, his veins bulging, but he restrained himself, and gently held Hong Lingyu's bruised wrist that was struggling out of his coat.

The feeling of the needle piercing into the skin was too obvious. Hong Lingyu moved too much at that time. In order to resist, she forcibly pushed the opponent away.

The wound still hurts now, and the tingling feeling seems to remind the real existence of that scene.

And that scene was something called "despair" that almost crushed Hong Lingyu.

Hong Zhuo looked at the wound on the side of his arm exposed in front of his eyes, the tyrannical emotion in his chest was tumbling repeatedly, but he temporarily suppressed it because of the person in his arms.He held Hong Lingyu's scarred arm, lowered his head, and kissed the wound lightly.

Then he stared at Hong Lingyu's eyes blurred by tears, and said firmly and seriously: "I checked the needle tube, and he didn't have time to push it."

Hong Lingyu flinched from the heat of his lips, remembered something, and suddenly struggled, trying to pull her arm back, teardrops slowly collapsing: "Needle, needle!" Even her voice was raised a lot.

Those people have no good intentions, they may not give him a clean needle, Hong Zhuo kissed his wound just now, if there is some kind of virus stuck on the needle...

Hong Zhuo gently fixed him with both arms, and lowered his head to kiss Hong Lingyu's forehead: "I sent it for analysis. No matter what, I will accompany you."

Hong Lingyu woke up to the sound of peaceful waves.

A string of wind chimes made of pure white shells hung outside the balcony. Occasionally, they would be blown gently twice against the wind, making a very distant and unfamiliar crisp sound, which was neither annoying nor noisy.

There seemed to be something warm on the side of his face, and heartbeats came from his ears: Boom—boom—boom——

As if some kind of musical instrument with a long aftertaste, it instantly soothed the panic he felt in the darkness when he woke up.

Hong Lingyu was trapped in the soft quilt, slowly regained her senses, and opened her eyes.

He stared at the white cloth in front of him for a long time, and slowly came back to consciousness. He felt that what seemed to be an arm resting on his waist and under his head, and his leg... I don't know when it was on the opponent's calf.

The two fit together perfectly, opening their chests to each other without reservation.

There is a floor lamp not far from the bed, the light is turned to the darkest, and the soft light can slightly illuminate a small area.

With a stiff neck, Hong Lingyu slowly raised her head, and saw a resolute chin and half of a sleeping face.

As he raised his head, the other party suddenly took a deep breath, and the arms around his waist tightened almost subconsciously.

Hong Lingyu subconsciously held her breath, and quickly lowered her head.

The other party's wide palm around his waist moved slightly, the palm fell on his back, and patted lightly, the falling frequency was almost the same frequency as the heartbeat heard by Hong Lingyu's ear.

Hong Lingyu buried her head, and felt the vibration of the other's chest and abdomen through her chest: "Hey... I'm home, good..."

After patting for a while, the other party seemed to fall into a deep sleep again, and stopped the vague whispers and hand movements.

Hong Lingyu closed his eyes in silence for a moment, a certain syllable rolled in his throat several times, and finally he swallowed it back deeply.

Just thinking about this word can give him a sense of stability and courage for no reason.

"Family".

His stomach was a little empty, and the hunger was raging in the middle of the night, but he didn't care, he just quietly leaned his head against the other's ribs, closed his eyes again, slowed down his breathing, and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already the next day.

He slept soundly, and the position around him moved. As soon as the sunken bed lightened, he woke up immediately. He subconsciously grabbed the fabric at hand, opened his eyes, and stared at the blurred figure in his vision.

The other party was dumbfounded for a moment, then immediately sat back beside him, still holding him back in his embrace, this embrace was filled with countless pets, which was more comfortable than the sea breeze blowing outside: "Are you awake, baby?"

Hong Lingyu clenched the cloth in her hand and nodded.

The person holding him was about to ask him if he was hungry, but when the words came to his lips, the question suddenly changed: "Can you hear me?!"

Hong Lingyu nodded again.

Although Hong Zhuo was happy that he had recovered his normal hearing, he had an intuition that it must be because he was stimulated by the events in Europe, and he was in a complicated mood for a while.If possible, he would rather wait and use a more peaceful and harmless way to help the other party gain hearing.

"...Are you hungry, baby?"

Hong Lingyu nodded obediently.

Hongzhuo's whole heart was almost melted in his quiet obedience, he turned his head and sniffed his forehead: "I'll get you something to eat, can you go wash up?"

Subconsciously, Hong Lingyu didn't want the other party to leave her sight, so she shook her head for a while, and she didn't want to nod, so she just fell silent.

Hong Zhuo understood his silent reliance, and he wasn't unhappy at all, he just felt that it was useful, so he kissed Hong Lingyu's forehead again, hugged him horizontally, carried him into the bathroom, and washed his face with his hands brush teeth.

After washing up, Hongzhuo hugged him again and walked out of the bedroom, and went down the stairs to the dining room.

Ji Daogong was sitting on the sofa on the first floor drinking coffee at the moment. Seeing the two of them coming down like this, he accidentally swallowed the hot coffee in his mouth, which burned his throat. He frowned and made a face. With a sweep, he quickly turned his back and breathed out.

Hong Zhuo put Hong Lingyu by the dining table, and without hesitation, the other people in the room kissed Hong Lingyu's forehead as before, whispered "wait a minute", then turned and went to He went to the kitchen, poured the milk and brought it out first, and put it in front of Hong Lingyu: "Drink it first, it's still warm."

Then he turned back and turned on the toaster to toast him.

The work of several servants and Zhou Tingyu who came here specially was done by Hongzhuo alone, and they didn't dare to speak, just stood by holding their hands and watched, hoping that the Patriarch would have something else to do Son ordered them to do.

But Hong Zhuo didn't say a word, and couldn't see them.

Seeing Hongzhuo's "no one's eyes" and busy appearance, Hong Lingyu blushed suddenly, feeling a little embarrassed, staring at Hongzhuo who was baking bread for him, and blinked , blinked again.

The scorching temperature spread from the cheek to the whole ear.

Hong Lingyu picked up the transparent glass and gulped herself a mouthful of warm milk, almost choking on it.

Zhou Tingyu was standing next to him, and seeing his red ears that were almost smoking, he winked at the other servants in the room, and pulled Ji Daogong, who was scalded by the hot coffee and still gasping, They turned and left together.