scapegoat

"Grandpa, are you looking for me?"

"There is something...you need to do..."

The heavy facial expression of the old man instantly changed into a young man with sharp edges and corners.

"Me! No need! You! Come! Replace me!"

With cold fingertips pinching his neck, he could even feel his pulse throbbing.

"Xiao Yang?"

Someone was calling him, and the scene changed accordingly.

In the solemn and solemn courtroom, he was wearing prison uniform and shackled, standing on the dock with red face, accepting everyone's attention.

"Xiao Yang?"

The voice called him again.

"Defendant Xiao Yang... confessed to the evidence presented by the plaintiff... and sentenced to ten years in prison..."

The meticulous voice representing justice and axiom sounded, giving him the final judgment.

"Xiao Yang! Xiao Yang—wake up—Xiao Yang!"

Xiao Yang slowly opened his eyes, and the repeated scenes in the dream finally faded away, and he returned to the familiar square space.

"Still sleeping? You can get out of prison, let's go."

The elder brother of the prison guard was joking with him, happy for this boy who never gave them trouble.On the contrary, it was Xiao Yang himself who couldn't see any emotion.

Calling Xiao Yang a "boy" is actually a bit inappropriate.

When he first came in, he was only 20 years old, and he could indeed be regarded as a "boy". Unfortunately, ten years later, he was already a 30-year-old man.

However, Xiao Yang was thin and fair-skinned, and he always looked like a college student.

This kind of appearance is naturally very "likable" in prison. Fortunately, the prison guard brother is always more responsible, and he finally didn't die inside.

I don't know if it's good or bad.

He walked a long way, went through the formalities, got his things, and was sent to the door.

"Go out and be a good person, don't come in again."

Outside the No. [-] Prison in C City, there is a blue sky and white clouds surrounded by mountains, and the neatly built winding road leads to the lights of Wanjia below.

A black city off-road vehicle was parked at the door, the door was opened at a corner, and then pushed outward.

The person inside came down, an old man with wrinkled face and crisp suit.

"Steward Gong." Although Xiao Yang couldn't put on a good face towards the family, he still tried to be courteous.

"Master Xiao, long time no see. Get in the car, I'll take you home."

Xiao Yang swallowed the disgusting title, and walked away expressionlessly.

The heater was turned on in the car, which also made the wound on his body that hadn't fully healed itchy.

Fortunately, there are not many places left, and they will be restored soon.Xiao Yang's biggest gain in the past ten years is his rapid healing ability.

"Master Xiao, happy birthday." The old butler said dryly, probably as he had been instructed.

Xiao Yang said "thank you" to his face.

"When I get home in a while, I'll go see the master first. The master and the second young master can only get off work at night, so you can do whatever you want during this time. The rooms are all tidied up and everything is in order."

Yeah, everyone in this family can do their best, and no one can go wrong.

It's like a huge machine, running day after day.

Butler Gong looked at Xiao Yang who was sitting in the back seat from the rear mirror, and saw that he didn't intend to ask about the situation at home, so he could only explain himself.

"Oh, by the way, the master I just mentioned refers to my master, not the old master Quan. The old master died of a heart attack a few years ago."

Xiao Yang gave a soft "hmm".

No wonder, just after hearing what the butler said, that person has already taken over.In terms of age, Lang Quan is only in his early fifties at the moment, there is really no need to abdicate so early to let Xian give to his heartless son.

The "Master" Gong Butler said was the old man who made Xiao Yang take the blame, the "Grandpa" in his dream just now.

However, Xiao Yang is still grateful to his grandfather for adopting him back then, otherwise he would not have a decent life, and would not have been able to go to high school or university...

In the past ten years, the kindness of the year has almost been paid off.

The SUV with good performance drove smoothly across a large section of Wutong Road, turned into a magnificent independent villa, and parked in the backyard.

Butler Gong turned off the fire and took Xiao Yang in.

People's memory is very strange, Xiao Yang couldn't remember what this home looked like for a long time, but when he returned to his old place, he felt very familiar.

Even the spider plant at the door has not changed, it is still the same as in the impression.

Xiao Yang changed his shoes at the entrance, and a person came out to greet him.

"Uncle Gong, you are back. Quickly help me bring the master's medicine. I knock on the door and he ignores me."

This is a boy with a slightly cute appearance - a real boy, he will never look more than 20 years old.

"Oh, this is Xiaofeng. Now he is doing everything in the family. Xiaofeng, this is Master Xiao."

Xiao Yang still greeted with his lukewarm voice, but the other party instantly changed his coquettish expression, and all the facial features on his face tried to show disgust and boredom.

Butler Gong coughed twice, took the medicine bowl from Xiaofeng's hand, and led Xiao Yang up to the second floor.

Knocking on a wooden door, there is a strong wood fragrance inside.

Everything in the room was just as it was before, even the seat where the old man was sitting had not been moved.

The old man raised his head from the shadows: "It's back."

Xiao Yang mocked his good memory from time to time, but just now he remembered the last conversation with the old man in this room ten years ago.

"grandfather."

The old man stood up on crutches and walked up to him.

"Just come back, sit down. Gong Qi, make a cup of tea and let Xiao Yang and I have a good chat."

The desk lamp on the wooden table emits warm light, but because of the all-wood furniture, it reflects more coldness.

Grandpa: "These ten years have been really hard for you. I've taken care of everything for you, but we couldn't cover everything. We were afraid that there would be opinions from the shareholders' meeting, so we haven't come to see you. Are you...how are you doing?" ?”

Xiao Yang: "Very good. How is the family?"

Grandpa sighed: "Your Uncle Quan suffered a heart attack a few years ago and left suddenly. Zhong Ming was forced to take over the family's business early. Fortunately, I haven't died yet, so I can help him a little bit. It's all pretty good now." Alright."

Grandpa frowned and finished drinking the medicine, then continued: "Zhong Jin is spoiled by us, he is so ignorant that he barely managed to get through college, and now he has set up a sculpture gallery by himself, so I don't bother to care about him. "

The Lang family used to flourish in grandfather Lang Dewen's generation, but after many years of infighting, their lineage is the only one left in the country.

Now that Lang Quan is gone, there are only 3 people left in the whole family. Thanks to the strength of Lang Zhongming alone, he can support this plate.

"Success can only be achieved with a cold-blooded iron fist" - what Lang Zhongming said when he was 15 years old was best interpreted by himself.

Grandpa: "Xiao Yang, you can rest assured to stay at home. I will ask Zhong Ming to help you arrange work. You don't have to worry about anything. If there is anything you can't adapt to, tell Grandpa. Grandpa will make decisions for you."

When the old man said this, his expression was serious and serious, as if he was making a lifetime promise.

It's a pity that his whole life probably won't last, Xiao Yang wants to live under the sharp claws of the Lang family, so he can only rely on himself to bow his head to beg for food.

But he doesn't care, after ten years in prison, he can be regarded as a professional householder.

Do what you should do well, don't let people catch you, keep your voice low and don't cause trouble, and you will feel better.

After leaving the room full of rotten wood, Xiao Yang was led to his own bedroom by Gong Butler.

The furnishings inside are also the same, but they are cold and unpopular.

He put down the things he was clutching all the way, and sat on the soft quilt.

Everything in the past was like a nightmare, pestering him whether to leave or not.But at last he could spend the winter in a comfortable bed, and he was quite happy.

Eyelids gradually became heavy, Xiao Yang's nerves that had been tense for a day slowly relaxed, and he lost consciousness.

I woke up again because of the loud slamming of the door, and a cheerful man's voice rang throughout the room.

"I'm back~~~~"

Of course it couldn't be Lang Zhongming.

It was his younger brother, Lang Zhongjin, who came back.

When Xiao Yang left, Lang Zhongjin was still in the fourth grade of primary school, and he was the only person in the Lang family who Xiao Yang would not be physically disgusted with. After all, what happened back then had nothing to do with him.

"Brother Xiao Yang is back?"

There was joy in the tone of the young voice, as soon as he heard it, he knew that he had never experienced suffering.

I don't know who answered Lang Zhongjin's question, after that he half-walked and half-ran to Grandpa's room.

Xiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes again.

After being disturbed like this, he couldn't fall asleep, and the wound was itching again, Xiao Yang curled up and endured it.

Soon, the door opened again, and another more steady footstep came.

The people in the whole room greeted the visitors from all directions, Xiaofeng and Lang Zhongjin's happy voices were even more piercing in Xiao Yang's ears.

Xiao Yang got up, straightened his messy clothes, and opened the door.

The people downstairs raised their heads when they heard the movement, and accepted Xiao Yang's cold gaze from top to bottom with the raised corners of their mouths.

"Yo, are you back?"

Lang Zhongming's voice is lower than before, and his natural good voice can make him a leader in the human species, but his cold and mocking expression remains unchanged.

After being polished and soaked in the mall, this face is even more horrifying.

When Lang Zhongming went upstairs, Xiao Yang instinctively tensed up, not daring to vent his anger.

Lang Zhongming approached, and Xiao Yang was enveloped in an extremely oppressive aura instantly.

He bent down condescendingly, and whispered into Xiao Yang's stiff ear, "I will always thank you for helping me so much. I remember you said you liked me before, so tonight, I will reward you for coming to me." Warm the bed."

Xiao Yang's face was paler than before, his lips were trembling, and his fists were clenched tightly against the seam of his trousers.

After a long time no see, he finally grew from a brat to a scumbag.

Xiao Yang took a deep breath for himself, turned around expressionlessly and entered the room, closing the door.

Outside, the old man Lang Dewen scolded "heartless thing" indistinctly, and Lang Zhongming's arrogant voice said that he didn't need Xiao Yang to do these things in the first place.

Lang Zhongming: "Grandpa, you also know what Xiao Yang's purpose is for doing this. Is it really like you owe him?"

Grandpa: "Then you should be more polite to me! What the hell did you just say?!"

Lang Zhongming lost his temper completely, and after the sound of something being smashed on the wooden floor, he roared: "Xiao Yang is just a fucking dog who wants to climb into my bed, I'm going to fulfill him!"

His throw was a warning, which probably meant "I won't be polite if you make me unhappy again", and the crowd started coaxing and persuading him, and Mr. Lang Dewen also softened his voice.

Xiao Yang thought it was a farce, at first he paid attention to the movement outside, then he heard Lang Zhongming's solid footsteps walking into his room, and after the loud closing sound of the door, everyone gradually returned to their places, the turmoil was over.

Recalling Lang Zhongming's ridiculous remarks just now, Xiao Yang sighed in his heart that this person really thinks too much. He still talks about his feelings from more than ten years ago, but he doesn't know that the world is changing and people's hearts are easy to change.

Right now, he just feels sick.