Congenital deficiency

And Hong Zhuo...Of course he didn't wait for him according to Hong Xiaxuan's words.

Hong Lingyu blushed when she thought that she had already played around, but she didn't think about her brother at all.

He completely forgot about Hong Xiaxuan...

Hong Zhuo knew from his expression that he wanted to wait for someone here, but he thought that when Hong Lingyu had just had an accident, Hong Xiaxuan was against him everywhere, even Hong Lingyu's ashes...

Hongzhuo suppressed those memories, and said to the person whose face was blushing from embarrassment: "Let's continue shopping, he has a phone number, and will contact us."

Then Hong Zhuo reached into his purse and quietly pressed the power off button.

In the past, Hong Lingyu used to defend that kid a lot. If he found out his thoughts, he would have to make trouble with himself again. Maybe he would use Hong Lingyu's soft-heartedness to find ways to fight against him.

Just thinking about it like this makes Hongzhuo very upset.

There are also many new things outside that Hong Lingyu has never seen before. If I knew I should not have brought him to school, why did I bring him here on a whim?

Hongzhuo thought about it, until finally he even blamed himself.

It's just that Hong Lingyu is very interested in this school after all, Hongzhuo still spent the whole day walking around with him.

Tired from walking, Hong Lingyu sat on a chair by the side of the road and suddenly asked, "Has Xia Xuan not contacted you yet?"

Hong Zhuo put his other hand in his purse, holding the phone, and shook his head: "No, the phone hasn't rang."

Hong Lingyu didn't know the specific exam arrangement, and thought that Hong Xiaxuan had no time to contact them after one exam after another in the afternoon, so she nodded and said with a little embarrassment: "Then when will he finish? I'm a little Hungry." Paused, then frowned slightly, with a look of disapproval, "Could it be that the school...does the exam last all afternoon? Will it be too stressful?"

"..." Hongzhuo thought for a while, "It didn't happen before, I don't know why it is arranged like this now." After speaking, he led the people to the school gate without any pressure, and whispered in his ear, " There is an old fish&chips store outside, I used to eat there often, let's go and have a look..."

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Hong Xiaxuan finally got in touch with the two "lost contacts".

Hong Xiaxuan made calls from Hong Zhuo to Hong's old house, and then asked the bodyguards and the driver. Finally, he found Zhou Tingyu, confirmed the two people's residence during this time, and killed them all the way back.

When he arrived at the castle, the moonlight was just right, and Hong Zhuo and Hong Lingyu were both sitting on chairs by the fireplace, sorting out the new things they bought today.

There are many hundred-year-old shops near the school. Hong Zhuo had asked them to find a lot of original German editions. Among them, there was even a book about the secret records of the medieval court. which one to translate.

The book he translated before has already found a publishing house and sent the electronic version of the translation to others for viewing.

Thinking of this, Hong Lingyu couldn't help logging into the mailbox, and ran up to take a look, but there was no reply yet.

Although it has only been two months, this is the first book he has independently translated, and he is a little anxious after all.

Hong Zhuo unpacked the newspaper and put the books inside on the table in front of him. The firelight in the fireplace reflected Hong Lingyu's slightly disturbed face.

Hong Zhuo glanced at his cell phone, and calmly wrote down the email address.

"Father." A figure walked around the corner, with a cold voice, "I agreed to contact you after the exam, why is your phone turned off?" Hong Xiaxuan walked over gritted his teeth.

Hong Zhuo took out his mobile phone and pressed it twice in front of Hong Lingyu: "The battery is out."

Hong Xiaxuan glanced at him, his profile was already very similar to his, picked up the phone he had put on the table, and pressed the off button for a long time.

Sure enough, the screen turned on after a few seconds and restarted.

Hong Xiaxuan's eyes flashed fiercely, the corner of his forehead twitched, and he looked at Hong Zhuo coldly.

... It's the other way around.

Hong Zhuo looked at him expressionlessly, the coldness in his eyes was even worse, the eyes of father and son collided, and the sparks aroused were comparable to the light in the fireplace beside him.

"It turned off by itself." Hong Zhuo said with a blank face, his eyes slightly sideways, reminding him to pay attention to the side.

Hong Xiaxuan gritted his teeth, choked out an "oh" for a while, then turned his footsteps, and just sat down on the chair next to him, something approached in front of him.

He raised his head, facing a familiar gentle face: "Eat."

His gaze fell slightly, looking at the chocolate in front of him.It was his favorite brand when he was a child.

Hong Xiaxuan stretched out his hand to take it, his fingertips trembled suddenly, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Hong Lingyu's wrist: "You..."

Hong Zhuo raised his hand and opened his hand, looked at it without using too much force to leave marks, and stared at Hong Xiaxuan expressionlessly.

It looks like a food protector.

At this moment, too many doubts flashed through his mind, Hong Xiaxuan was a little unable to react for a while, subconsciously replied: "Thank you brother."

Hong Xiaxuan smiled slightly, bowed his head and continued to organize the books at hand.

Looking at the curvature of the corner of his mouth, Hong Xiaxuan broke off a piece of chocolate and put it into his mouth, suddenly grasped a certain idea, opened his mouth and shouted: "Brother?"

Sure enough, Hong Lingyu paused in his hands and looked up at him.

Hong Xiaxuan's hand holding the chocolate trembled suddenly, and his voice trembled: "You are my brother... right??"

Hong Lingyu looked at his youthful face that had gradually faded, and was actually surprised that he could guess her identity, and felt a little warm in her heart.

Although he understood his embarrassing position in the Hong family since he was a child, he really treated this person as a younger brother, and the other person had been close to him since he was a child, and was very close to him until he was sent abroad. There are fewer contacts, and there are not many opportunities to meet.

But every time he returned to China, he would look for him as soon as possible, and every time he was injured, he was the first to rush over.

Hong Lingyu didn't answer him, but just reached out and touched his head like she did when she was a child.

He swallowed the unmelted chocolate in Hong Xiaxuan's mouth, and his voice was a little trembling: "Brother... are you still alive? But, but at that time, I was obviously the one who sent you there...and you His ashes..." He looked at Hong Lingyu's gentle eyes as always, and thought of Zhang Daiqiu's life experience that he had personally investigated, so he suddenly stopped talking, remained silent for a while, and said firmly: "You are Zhang Daiqiu now."

"Xia Xuan is so smart." Until now, Hong Lingyu still regarded Hong Xiaxuan as her own younger brother in her heart, and she could vaguely guess what the other party's unfinished words were, so she couldn't help feeling distressed and praised him like she did when she was a child.

Hong Xiaxuan has learned to take care of himself since he went abroad, and he also understands his future path, and has never easily shown his vulnerable side in front of others.And among them, isn't it because the relative who would really feel sorry for him is not around?

"Brother..." Hong Xiaxuan called out to him in a hoarse voice, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Hong Lingyu's eyes were also moved, and she patted his shoulder lightly.

The feng shui took turns, and the one who was forgotten now seemed to be Hongzhuo himself.

Moreover, this forgetting obviously has a tendency to be carried out to the end under the leadership of Hong Xiaxuan——

"Brother, how did you—" Hong Xiaxuan's question suddenly took a sharp turn, "Brother Dai Qiu?"

Hong Zhuo then flipped through the book to hide his disappointment of being ignored. Hearing this question, the paper in his hand was wrinkled, and he smoothed it carefully.This is a book to be given to Lingyu, so it can't be broken.

Hong Zhuo probably knew about this question, but he never asked Hong Lingyu.

He actually... dare not ask.

Hong Lingyu was a little embarrassed, and looked at the flames dancing in the fireplace: "I actually... don't know. When I woke up that day, it was like this."

Hong Xiaxuan thought for a while, and suddenly became a little nervous: "Then your heart..."

"It's okay, I've had a heart transplant."

Hong Xiaxuan opened his mouth: "When? Why don't I know??"

"...At the beginning of the year."

Hong Xiaxuan asked again: "When did you come? How long will you play?"

"...he came after the surgery."

"..." Very well, I don't know.

Hong Xiaxuan asked several questions in a row, and finally came to a perfect conclusion. He was completely forgotten by his biological father and brother. He didn't know anything about what happened to his brother in China or to him.

The long-lost aggrieved.

But compared to these, what he is more concerned about right now is: "Did you forgive father?"

When Hong Zhuo heard this question, his hands trembled, and he accidentally tore a gap in the paper in his hand.

The rare medieval book, which is hard to buy with a thousand dollars, is just like this.

Hong Lingyu immediately held the book over with some distress.

"Ahem... I'll get someone to fix it later, and it will look the same as before." Hong Zhuo felt a little embarrassed and guilty, so he hurriedly called out to save him.

Hong Xiaxuan stared at his father, and it was the first time he saw him so cautiously and with a flattering expression. There was an inexplicable sense of disobedience and he sounded the alarm crazily.

Interrupted by the book tearing incident, the three of them tacitly revealed the topic just now, sat by the fireplace for a while, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

Hong Lingyu and Hong Zhuo's rooms are adjacent, before they parted, Hong Zhuo asked him in a low voice: "Can you hear Xia Xuan talking?"

Hong Lingyu looked at him sideways, and saw unconcealable concern in those dark eyes: "Yes."

Only then did Hong Zhuo nod his head, then turned and went back to his room.

After closing the door gently, Hong Zhuo leaned against the door, bowed his head and remained silent for a long time.

The vague worry that lingered during the day today came to mind again.

He is not young anymore, and Hong Lingyu still has a lot of green time.As for the fact that Hong Lingyu was able to hear Hong Xiaxuan's words today, the other party's heart knot was obviously caused by the hurt he had suffered - he was obviously not guarded against the person who had given him warmth and trusted him very much.

And he used to... obviously didn't belong to the ranks of "give him warmth".

Perhaps when Hong Lingyu came to the Hong family in the first year, he could be regarded as okay in front of him.

But such a little "not bad", is it enough for Hong Lingyu to forgive him...

The author has something to say: Hong Xiaxuan: I don't know anything! ! !

Author Bacteria: There are so many things you don't know. :)