Luggage Syndrome

For countless days and nights after the sheriff left, the lingering terrible thought was like a gangrene, and the figure that jumped down sadly made him wake up again and again in the nightmare.

When he woke up, the darkness and silence he had to face alone always quietly reminded him that reality was the nightmare from which he would never wake up.

Liang Yicheng sat in Fu Lang's arms, trembling slightly.

When awake, Liang Yicheng always avoids excessively intimate physical contact with Fu Lang, because his young and energetic body is prone to embarrassing reactions.

But in his sleep, he would unconsciously cling to Fu Lang.

Only the close body can give him an instinctive sense of security.

Liang Yicheng used both hands and feet, and hugged Fu Lang greedily.After a while, he calmed down and said softly:

"Perhaps you are right. I am too headstrong. I have raised it despite the opposition of my family members, but I have not been able to take responsibility for taking care of it and give it a stable home. I always think, After I brought it back, has it ever been happy...I said my dad killed the sheriff, I know that's an excuse, I just don't want to admit my weakness...but he, he treated the sheriff like that...I It's true, there is really no way to forgive him, Brother Lang, do you understand?"

Liang Yicheng rested his head on Fu Lang's chest wearily.

Gentle heartbeat, clear and loud.

He seemed to have never heard Fu Lang's heart so clearly.

"I understand... I'm sorry."

Fu Lang lowered his head and pecked his forehead lightly.

"I shouldn't ask nothing, I shouldn't... say you are willful."

"I was just... in too much pain."

The hot chest was trembling, Liang Yicheng sat up, raised his head, wanted to look at Fu Lang, but his eyes were gently covered by one hand, and the other hand slowly and forcefully took him back into the generous chest.

"You asked me then, if my father...made a mistake, would I forgive him?"

Fu Lang took a deep breath, his voice trembling.

"I think... If I can still see him... I will, I will forgive him, no matter what mistakes he made..."

"Just like he... treated me..."

In the third year of high school, Feng Wenxuan's departure, Yang Yu's rebellion, the pressure of the college entrance examination, and many troubles followed one after another, which had already exceeded the range that a teenager could bear.

But Fu Lang survived.Although the results of the college entrance examination were not as good as everyone expected, they were still not satisfactory.

It was not easy for the small county to produce a high-achieving student. After the results of the college entrance examination were released, Fu Lang's relatives came to inquire one after another.

Hearing that Fu Lang actually decided to study medicine, and also wanted to use this not-so-ideal grades to compete for medical scores comparable to Z University in Beiqing, his relatives immediately panicked and came to persuade him.

Fu Lang was unmoved.

Fu Lang's mother Wu Yue unconditionally supports his decision, but his father Fu Jianliang's opinion is still unclear.

Fu Jianliang is a businessman, business entertainment makes him often go home in the middle of the night, and sleep at home during the day, the work and rest are perfectly staggered with Fu Lang, and they don't see each other often throughout the year, father and son rarely have the opportunity to sit down and have a good talk .

At the time when the rankings were released, Fu Jianliang happened to be on a business trip to discuss business, and Fu Lang could only nervously tell him the results of the college entrance examination and his own wishes on the phone.

Fu Jianliang only replied lightly: "Understood."

Wu Yue has a soft temper, and he can't show his face towards the Seventh Aunt and the Eighth Aunt.On the eve of filling out the application form, relatives with good deeds filled the living room.

"Alang, just listen to my aunt's advice. We have traveled far more than you have eaten. It takes time and money to study medicine. Now it is so dangerous to be a doctor, and you can't earn much money."

"That's right, look at how hard your father is in business. The company is already too busy during the day, and he has to drink and socialize at night, and he can't make much money. Now that you have finally been raised, you are promising , you got this score, go to study business, and take care of the company for him in the future, wouldn't you lighten the burden?"

"If you don't want to study business, you can study science and engineering. It's easy to find a job in a big city. My uncle has an acquaintance who opened a big company in City G. He will introduce you to work there and earn a lot of money."

"You are not young anymore, you should be sensible. Studying medicine is indeed a good thing, but studying medicine is a bottomless pit. If you want to study, you have to see if your family's conditions are suitable."

"Xiao Lang, don't be self-willed."

Fu Lang didn't say a word, and stood there quietly with his neck stuck, like a prisoner on trial.

This time, the door of the house opened suddenly, and everyone immediately looked at the door in unison.

Standing in the porch, Fu Jianliang glanced at the relatives who were crowded at home, then at his son who was standing aside with his head bowed, and silently put down the briefcase in his hand.

The day in June was extremely hot, but Fu Jianliang was still neatly wearing a suit, half of his body was soaked in sweat, he didn't seem to notice it.

While slowly rolling up his sleeves, Fu Jianliang said in a deep voice: "There are so many people, is it a festival today?"

The relatives were all taken aback, but the eldest aunt who didn't know how to read people's faces was the first to speak:

"What kind of holiday is it? You're back. Your stupid son said he wants to study medicine, and he doesn't care what the world is like now."

Fu Jianliang looked at Fu Lang quietly for a long time, then turned his head and said to his relatives: "I have no objection to what Fu Lang decides on his own."

The relatives were shocked again when they heard the words, and said anxiously: "Jianliang, why don't you take your son's future seriously!"

Fu Jianliang said lightly: "I'm tired, it's getting late, everyone, please go back."

Fu Jianliang was tall and imposing, with an aura of calmness and prestige.

The relatives bully the weak and fear the strong, seeing the head of the family chasing away guests with a sullen face, after all, it is not good to meddle in other people's family affairs, and finally leave angrily.

After seeing off the guests, Fu Jianliang patted Fu Lang on the shoulder lightly before turning around and entering the room.

Fu Lang stood there in a daze.

At that moment, Fu Jianliang's tall and straight back was like a big tree in the sky.

Tough, strong, deeply rooted in his heart.