scapegoat

The pile of medicine that Lang Zhongming gave Xiao Yang was still at the bottom of the box.

As the old man apparently regained his health and was discharged from the hospital for recuperation, the Lang family was back on track.

Just in time for a weekend with nothing to do, Lang Zhongming thought that the Chinese New Year was coming soon, so he planned to take the time to pick out a decent gift for his grandfather himself.

In addition, Xiao Yang's class reunion was coming soon, so Lang Zhongming wanted to stop by Xiao Yang's bedroom to see what he wanted to buy.

As soon as you open the door and walk in, there is a warmth like being in spring.

Xiao Yang was sitting cross-legged on the window sill, with his back against the wall, looking up at him from between several pieces of draft paper that had been written on.

"Is something wrong?"

Xiao Yang's speech was always indifferent, Lang Zhongming got used to it, and said: "I'm going to buy some New Year gifts for grandpa, do you want to buy something to take to the class reunion?"

Xiao Yang looked away and shook his head slightly.

Lang Zhongming looked at the wardrobe he opened, and saw that there was nothing in stock except for a few sets of shirts, suits and two casual clothes bought by Butler Gong.

"How many clothes do you have?"

Xiao Yang glanced at him and said "hmm".

Lang Zhongming: "Tsk, I don't know where the money I gave you went to. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for our family to go out in these suits? Nah..."

Boss Lang waved his hand and took out a passport from his wallet.

"All the money in it is given to you, go buy some decent clothes. Don't treat you badly like we did."

Lang Zhongming's words were sour, but he couldn't bear to buy clothes for Xiao Yang, so he had to throw money at him.There is not much balance in this card, it is just some small change for his emergency use, and Xiao Yang is not afraid of thinking too much.

Xiao Yang didn't take it seriously in his heart, he only thought that Lang Zhongming treated him as a little boy who was raised by him.

He silently took the card and put it in his pocket.

Lang Zhongming felt bored seeing that he didn't respond, so he turned and left.

Xiao Yang put down the draft paper after the door was closed again, and gradually curled himself up.

Lang Zhongming didn't touch him for the past few days, and he felt that his body was going crazy, and his appeal for shame was stronger every day than the day before.

The death of his parents as a child was the first time he felt abandoned.

Later in Lang's house, Lang Zhongming was so kind to him, he blamed him for being ignorant, and had unreasonable thoughts for no reason, which made Lang Zhongming eager to get rid of him as if he had been stained with something dirty.

He still remembered how he had accumulated feelings for several months, and went to express his feelings to Lang Zhongming anxiously, and then Lang Zhongming...

Lang Zhongming was stunned for a moment, and after confirming that he was not joking, he directly grabbed his collar and pressed it against the wall.

The force was so strong that it seemed that the bones were about to be crushed.

He still remembered Lang Zhongming asking him viciously: "Are you disgusting?"

Lang Zhongming threw the dazed Xiao Yang on the ground, turned around and left.

At that moment, for the second time, he felt abandoned again.From then on, Xiao Yang did not dare to regard Lang Zhongming as an object of affection.

Then the old man, Yun Dewen, who has always been kind to him, asked him to go to jail for his grandson.

the third time.

The fourth time was when Professor Yuan passed away and his body was pushed into the cremation furnace. Xiao Yang felt that his only relative in the world had also passed away.

It is not others who betrayed him now, but his own body.

Xiao Yang curled up tighter and tighter, hoping that he could disappear out of thin air and stop living carelessly in this world.

But thinking of what Lang Zhongjin told him about the accident that year, he couldn't help but think about it.

What if...the Lingquan couple really forced their parents to stay on the ship where the accident happened?

Xiao Yang has no evidence now, neither can he prove that what Lang Zhongjin said is true, nor can he prove that he is just talking nonsense to prevent Xiao Yang from seeking death.

But the more he thought about it, the more suspicious Xiao Yang felt.

Maybe it's because the Lang family left a bad impression on him, and he can't even think of Lang Quan as a good person...

Xiao Yang heard the sound of Lang Zhongming going out downstairs, finally took a deep breath, got down from the window sill, and put on his coat.

It's been a long time since I went to the streets, and winter clothes are on the shelves. Many people rush out to buy coats while the weather is not too cold.

Xiao Yang indifferently squeezed his way through the crowds and walked directly into the bank.

Xiao Yang doesn't mind losing the face of the Ying family, as for his own face... just look at the ugly scar that is not obvious, he doesn't care about anything.

As a man, he doesn't care about his appearance, let alone wearing prison uniform for ten years, and now he is not used to wearing casual clothes.

To put it bluntly, no matter how sophisticated he is, he is still an ugly person.

Instead of using the money Lang Zhongming gave to buy such useless things, it would be better to save all the money and transfer it back to the student aid program set up by Professor Yuan.

Xiao Yang put Lang Zhongming's two "charitable funds" together with the "labor fees" he had saved over the years into long-term fixed deposits.

Then, he found a law firm with the deposit slip and made a will.

He was really not sure how long he could last, and how long Lang Zhongming could let him last, so the money had to be arranged in advance, so that one day he couldn't bear it anymore and brought it into the soil along with his savings.

According to the will, after his death, the money in this passbook plus interest, after deducting the lawyer's fee, will all belong to Professor Yuan's Poverty Alleviation and Education Fund.

After finishing all this, Xiao Yang returned to Lang's house.

Lang Zhongming had also returned, and from his expression he probably picked out a gift he was satisfied with, but at this moment he was still hiding it and refused to take it out, no matter how Lang Zhongjin asked him, he would not say anything.

It's better to save surprises until the New Year.

After the weekend comes a new round of working days.

Xiao Yang's party was held in City B next door. Those old classmates insisted that they should have fun after seeing each other for too long, and asked to make a short-distance travel plan.

After all, Xiao Yang didn't have that much time, so he only said to have a meal and come back.

Lang Zhongming was quite generous: "Go and play, it won't get in the way for a few days, and work matters don't matter, it's just a matter of managing the information, just find anyone to do it."

Xiao Yang knew that this job didn't hold much weight in his eyes, so he didn't argue, he just said he would come back as soon as possible.

This day's dinner was regarded as a practice for him. Lang Zhongjin enthusiastically dragged Xiao Yang to talk about the places worth visiting in City B. Lang Zhongming was a little unhappy, but he also restrained himself from having a fit.

When night fell, Lang Zhongming called Xiao Yang to his room.

Xiao Yang's body had already started to react when he heard his "invitation". At this time, Lang Zhongming immediately discovered his embarrassing situation when he started to make a move.

Lang Zhongming was slightly surprised: "Heh, do you miss me so much?"

Probably because the man's self-esteem has been greatly satisfied to some extent, Lang Zhongming happily teased him: "I still worry about you working hard for several days before, and I want you to rest, it seems that I am thinking too much... I'm sorry, have you been empty for a long time?"

As he spoke, Lang Zhongming opened the drawer and took out a small box.

"I remember that your ticket is booked for the afternoon, so let's go and have a good time tonight, huh?"

Of course, Lang Zhongming didn't need to wait for Xiao Yang to give him a response.

The box was opened impatiently, and there were two capsules inside. The red and white shell made Xiao Yang shiver.

Lang Zhongming didn't know if he had some evil intentions. After being forced to feed a pill, he found a tie and repeated the same trick.

Xiao Yang recalled those few experiences in the past, and suddenly felt impatient and wanted to escape, but was pulled back.

Lang Zhongming put his arms around him and put him between his legs, perfunctorily comforting him: "It's okay, I can play longer this way, and I won't tie it too tightly, come on..."

Xiao Yang closed his eyes.

Lang Zhongming originally planned to do more foreshadowing, but now that Xiao Yang has entered the state so quickly, he is no longer polite.

"You are really... huh... the prison is really a good place..."

Lang Zhongming spoke words of unknown meaning, and the frequency gradually increased, and Xiao Yang's crying voice was crushed in his throat.

"You'd better eat a little fatter..."

The posture of leaning his back against the person's arms made Xiao Yang unable to see Lang Zhongming's movements, and he didn't know the effect of the capsule he swallowed just now. Coupled with the backlog of emotions after a few days, he was almost unconscious at this time.

But for Lang Zhongming, everything has just begun.

All night long, Xiao Yang was hugged by Lang Zhongming, and his body's needs were clamored more blatantly when his skin was pressed against each other.

At this time, the cold air in the room was a benefit, at least it didn't make the situation worse.

Early the next morning, Xiao Yang was carried to the bathroom by Lang Zhongming, who just discovered something was wrong, and leaned on the edge of the cold bathtub, while Lang Zhongming fiddled with him behind him.

Lang Zhongming didn't know why the medicine had such a powerful effect on Xiao Yang, so he could only hug him to his bed and let him sleep for a while.

Lang Zhongming looked at Xiao Yang's ticket, calculated the time for him, set the alarm clock, and told Butler Gong to come and call when the time came, before going out to work.

Xiao Yang failed to accept his rare thoughtfulness, and was soon awakened by the nightmare and couldn't fall asleep again.

After being tortured for a whole night, all the bones in my body seemed to be falling apart, and the stimulation just now was too strong. Now that I lay down for a while, the feeling of soreness in the waist began to intensify.

But this is not his room, this whole house is not his home.

He wants to leave.

The idea was stronger than ever.

Now that he has the opportunity to go to the station openly... Anyway, even if he is caught and brought back, the situation will not be worse than it is now.

Xiao Yang suddenly gained strength and forced himself to stand up.

Lang Zhongming washed him up, he brushed his teeth, put on his clothes, and poured down a bowl of hot porridge, and finally he had the strength to go out.

It was a rare luxury for him to take a taxi to the largest cemetery in C city.

His parents are buried there.

Xiao Yang bought things for worship from the hawker at the door, and carried his scarred leg up the hill to take a last look at his parents.

In this place, he has always been unable to speak, and can only mechanically light candles and burn paper money.

The candle was burned out, and the paper money was turned into ashes. Xiao Yang stood up holding the tombstone.

After enduring the initial dizziness, he noticed that the surroundings were different from the past, and a large number of grave sweepers poured into the cemetery.

Xiao Yang took out his phone to check the day.

"Double Ninth Festival..."

I don't know if my parents in the underworld are very lonely, and I miss him very much...

Xiao Yang put away his mobile phone, walked downhill carefully, and took a taxi to the high-speed rail station.