Congenital deficiency

Seeing Hong Zhuo's meticulous and meticulous attitude towards a stone tablet, an inexplicable dark anger suddenly burned in his heart, and a question that was not so polite came out of his mouth like this: "Mr. What?"

I never paid much attention to people when I was alive, but now that a person is dead, it is so precious to a tombstone... What's the point?

Hongzhuo's originally complicated look suddenly disappeared, and he glanced in the direction of Honglingyu with a cold expression. He was a little displeased at first, but thinking of "Honglingyu" resting here, he should treat him kindly no matter what. His own brother, so he looked away and said lightly: "Come and see Lingyu."

Hong Lingyu didn't even think about it: "What's so interesting?" There was a bit of disdain and inexplicable in his words, and there was also a bit of grievance that he himself didn't realize, and Hong Zhuo didn't hear.This slightly sharp feeling is completely different from the fear and cowardice when facing Hong Zhuo in the past few days.

But in Hong Zhuo's ears, Hong Lingyu's words were poking at his sore spot: You don't care if you are alive, but what does it mean to come to see the tombstone when you are dead?

Hong Zhuo looked sideways at Hong Lingyu, his eyes were cold.

But standing in front of his tombstone, thinking of the reason for his death, Hong Lingyu suddenly was not afraid of him, stepped forward, and continued to ask aggressively: "Hong Lingyu blocked the gun to death for you. It's like you killed him."

Seeing that Hong Zhuo's face was getting worse and worse, Hong Lingyu had already walked in front of him: "Do you think Hong Lingyu would want to see you?"

The pain of the bullet piercing the heart and the helplessness of the passing of life are vivid, but before his death, the adoptive father didn't even look back at him, and just left under the escort of the bodyguards, leaving him alone in the place where the stray bullets flew die.

When Hong Lingyu woke up in Zhang Daiqiu's body at first, he wondered if it was because he didn't cherish life before that God punished him for taking over his brother's body, and at the same time he took over every torture in the years to come. Heart disease made him experience pain again and again.

In the past, he was congenitally deficient. Although he saw many things in his eyes and remembered them in his heart, he couldn't understand them.Now that I have a healthy and normal body and brain, the things in these memory corners can be taken out and solved again.But he found that he seemed to understand many things, but he still didn't seem to understand.

For example, he remembered that he was picked up from the orphanage by Hong Zhuo, and that Patriarch Hong treated him well when he first came to the Hong family, but why did the other party suddenly treat him as nothing?

Now that he no longer exists, he has paid off the kindness of nurturing these years, and they have paid off.Then why is the other party suddenly looking at his tombstone like this?

Hong Zhuo's face, which had not been angry for many years, showed obvious anger, and the expression in his eyes staring at Hong Lingyu changed a few times, and finally he only suppressed his emotions and said coldly: "You don't understand Lingyu."

Hong Lingyu opened her mouth in a daze, tilted her head slightly as if watching a joke, and asked him very naturally, "Do you understand him?"

Hong Zhuo... his understanding of Hong Lingyu was not comprehensive and detailed.In fact, Hong Lingyu grew up silently under his neglect, as if he had grown from a four-year-old child to a 19-year-old boy overnight, and 15 of them were almost blank for Hong Zhuo.

Large areas of white space.

Hong Lingyu didn't give Hongzhuo a chance to answer, and continued on the last note: "You don't understand him. If you understand him, you will know," Hong Lingyu suddenly lowered her voice, saying every word It seems that it is so low that it floats gently from the chest. Only in this way can the sourness be suppressed.Every word he said was like a heavy hammer: "He definitely doesn't want to see you."

The person on the stele has exactly the same face as the person who is speaking, even though he knows they are the same person, but there is an illusion that he is reading his heartfelt voice for Hong Lingyu.

Hongzhuo's body trembled, and he lost sight of what was originally on the Hongling Jade Stele.

He wanted to refute, wanted to say something, but so many emotions and words came to his mouth, but he swallowed them one by one.

Only in the face of life and death, annoyance and regret are always late and useless.

The person on the tombstone will always stay in the appearance of a 19-year-old boy, with clear eyebrows and eyes, as warm as the scorching sun.What died with this smile was also his ardent yearning for life and all the innocence that is ignorant of the world.

Hong Lingyu looked at it, then suddenly lowered his head, a sour feeling rose from his heart to his nose, he blinked his eyes and looked at the ground, blinking away the blur that came to his eyes.

Every month at the end of the month, Hong's old house will give the servants in the house a two-day vacation when the necessary security posts are removed. Generally speaking, Uncle Qian will not leave the Hong's house easily, but this time it seems that something happened at home. During the holiday at the end of the month, Qian Bo confessed to the person in charge of staying this month and left the house early.

Hong Lingyu was reading in the room and saw that at seven o'clock in the evening, Qian Bo, who was supposed to deliver the meal at six o'clock on time, was nowhere to be seen, so he had to go downstairs to see by himself.

Normally, the room was brightly lit by lights, but now there were only some dim lights.

It was only then that Hong Lingyu remembered that it was probably time for the holiday at the end of each month.Fortunately, a cook is usually left in the house, so you shouldn't be hungry.

But when Hong Lingyu got to the kitchen, he found that it was clean, without any smell of oily smoke.Not even a single figure was seen.

Hong Lingyu opened the refrigerator and found that the inside was also very clean, and the meat and vegetables that had passed the day had already been disposed of, because no one in the house eats desserts recently, not even a carton of milk.

Standing in front of the refrigerator, Hong Lingyu heard her stomach growl.

After thinking for a while, he found the internal telephone in the house, and wanted to call Chamber, but his hands hung on the buttons for a while, and he put down the internal telephone in the house again.

His current identity is Zhang Daiqiu, Hong Lingyu's twin brother. How could Zhang Daiqiu know what are the internal telephone numbers in Hong's house?

Just when he was hesitating, Hong Lingyu heard the sound of conversation. The cook and the Filipino maid in charge seemed to have just come back from the outside. The two of them opened the door happily and walked towards the kitchen. milk.

Hong Lingyu took a look, and suddenly heard her stomach growl again.

He stretched out his hands to cover his stomach in embarrassment, and said to the two people who came, "There is no food in the kitchen."

When the cook saw him, he managed to calm down and didn't jump up. Just like that, he still stared at him with a somewhat surprised look, glanced up and down several times, and said in his heart, "There are still a lot of dumplings... ..."

Hong Lingyu was uncomfortable being stared at by him, frowning and taking a step away slightly: "I don't eat dumplings. Is there anything else?"

The cook was thinking about it, but the Filipino maid opened his mouth first: "I didn't prepare anything else, only dumplings for us workers. If you want to eat something else, I'm afraid you have to go out and buy it."

Hong Lingyu said: "Then go buy it."

The two looked at each other upon hearing this.

The cook looked at his 30-year-old appearance, with a clean cut and narrow eyes, and he didn't look very talkative. Hearing what Hong Lingyu said, he didn't seem very happy to go, so he curled his lips and stopped talking.

On the contrary, the Filipino maid looked at Hong Lingyu, and there was not much smile in her round eyes: "Mr. Zhang, it's already past seven o'clock, and I don't know how to drive. It will take an hour for the driver to come, and I will go down the mountain to the city. It's already ten o'clock in the district, so I'm afraid it's too late."

The cook quickly added: "I don't know how to drive either."

Such a perfunctory attitude was even worse than what he had treated him before.

Hong Lingyu suppressed those flashing memories, and instead of showing any strangeness in front of these two people, she pursed her lips and said, "Then let's make some dumplings." Then she went straight upstairs.

When he reached the corner, he could still hear a sneer and mocking from a distance: "Do you really think you are a guest?"

Hong Lingyu's raised footsteps were in the wrong place, almost missing a step, and her heartbeat was slightly unbalanced.As if there was a tiger chasing after him, he almost trotted back to the room, leaning his back against the door, staring at the head of the bed, moved over and took two pills.

It wasn't until nearly an hour later that Hong Lingyu's door came to write.He was sitting on the bed in a daze, and when his movements slowed down, the person knocking on the door became rude.

Opening the door, the cook casually stuffed the tray in Hong Lingyu's hand, choked out two words in a bad temper: "Use slowly." Then he went downstairs.

Hong Lingyu was holding a tray full of food, and as soon as this familiar smell rose to the tip of his nose, his stomach began to scream and twitch into a ball, forcing him to run to the bathroom.He used to eat less every day, but now he has no strength at all, and the tray in his hand couldn't lift it and put it aside, smashing it to the ground.

The Filipino maid downstairs was startled when she heard the sound, hurriedly ran towards the second floor, and met the cook on the stairs, both of them had puzzled expressions on their faces.It's just that when he saw the broken bowl at the door and the dumpling spilled all over the floor, the inexplicable expression on the cook's face turned into a sneer.

It's just a brother who is the same as Hong's adopted son, and he came to Hong's with this face, so why do you really think that you are with Cong?Taking advantage of the Patriarch's absence, is this going to embarrass me?

"Ugh—" The bathroom was not closed, and the sound of vomiting came out from inside.

Staring at the fragments on the ground, the cook's face turned blue and yellow, as if he had suffered some humiliation for no reason.

Since you dislike it so much—the cook thought—then you should stop eating it.Anyway, he is someone who is not ranked high in the Patriarch's heart, maybe he is the same as his brother, or is used by the Patriarch to block guns, how valuable can it be?

"Let's go," the cook coldly glanced around the deserted room, more and more sure of his guess, pulled the Filipino maid up and walked down: "If you want to find the taste of being a young master, it depends on whether you have the qualifications to be a young master." Fate!" The Filipino maid struggled a few times just after being pulled up by him, and retorted in a low voice, "This is not good", but thinking of the words that were circulated among the servants in the house, I only believed [-]% to [-]% at first, but these days Observation When she came down, she suddenly felt that she could trust her with [-]% to [-]% confidence.Otherwise, why did the Patriarch ignore this person?So he left the mess of this place with peace of mind.