scapegoat

The two middle-aged people who were over half a century old in front of them were a couple among all the survivors of the shipwreck published in the newspaper.

The newspaper Xiao Yang collected did not provide a specific list of survivors, but only introduced the couples who died in detail. He did not expect that the people who experienced everything at the beginning were so close to him.

Xiao Yang looked at these two people, and his uneasiness expanded infinitely.

Want to ask?

Do you want to ask the thing he has always wanted to know?

"You are... ah! You are their child!"

Molly's father wore elegant gold-rimmed glasses, and his sincere eyes were fixed on Xiao Yang's face through the lenses.

Genes are amazing things.

Xiao Yang and his mother look alike, and they can be recognized after many years.

All the people present were shocked by the sudden situation, and were stunned at the door.

It was only then that Lang Zhongming remembered that Molly's parents were also on the wrecked ship back then. He and Molly were not familiar with each other before, and the two families had no friendship, so they ignored this fact all the time.

Molly coughed in embarrassment, and a group of people realized that standing like this was a bit silly, so they moved to the living room.

Xiao Yang and Lang Zhongming sat down on the sofa, and the remaining 4 people sneaked into the kitchen for a conversation by preparing tea and snacks, and finally put on enthusiastic smiles when they came out.

Molly's mother is a woman who speaks and does things very generously. It seems that her daughter's personality comes from her daily influence.

"Xiao Yang, come, eat oranges, it's so sweet!"

Xiao Yang was stuffed with two huge oranges in a daze, and he didn't even peel them in his hands, nor did he put them back on the table.

Lang Zhongming knew that with him around, Xiao Yang would not be able to relax, and seeing the survivors of the shipwreck, Xiao Yang must want to hear more about his parents.

So Mr. Ling stood up and said goodbye very considerately.

Xiao Yang sat there dryly, his heart beating like it was about to jump out of his chest.

His mind was full of messy thoughts, he wanted to ask but hesitated.

He has never been a brave man, his bones are not strong enough, and his courage is not big enough.

At this moment, he didn't know what he was afraid of, but he just couldn't ask.

Molly seemed to see something was wrong with him, and sent Ke Chen to the kitchen to cut fruit, sat down and asked Xiao Yang, "What's wrong with you? Is there anything you want to talk to my parents about?"

I have to admire Molly's always vicious and tricky eyes, and Xiao Yang's conversation was opened up with one sentence.

"I...I want to ask...uncles and aunts..."

Molly's mother also sat down in the single seat beside her, and asked softly: "If you want to ask anything, just ask, your parents are very good people, we spent several days together at sea, I was particularly impressed by them , I will tell you what I know."

Xiao Yang's eyes were red, and his nose couldn't help becoming sore: "I want to ask... did my parents voluntarily give up the lifesaving seat?"

The Molly family was taken aback.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air.

After a long time, Molly's mother finally said: "Son, your parents are really very kind people. They did give up their seats voluntarily at that time. Mrs. Lang was pregnant at that time, and it was impossible for us to Foreseeing what happened later, I believe that no one would be willing to give up their seat in that situation, it's just that your parents were the first to stand up."

Xiao Yang couldn't take it anymore, he bent down and choked up silently, his slightly shrugged shoulders dispelled the emotions he had suppressed for a long time, which made people's hearts tense.

Xiao Yang thought in tears like a flood that he could finally feel relieved, but he couldn't stop doubting.

I wonder if the partnership between the Mo family and the Ling family is worth it for them to hide what the Lingquan couple did back then.Doubt... among so many people in this world, who else can he trust.

Molly probably guessed why Xiao Yang asked such a question, but she didn't plan to tell Lang Zhongming, after all, the young master of the Ling family had too unpredictable a temper, and if he found out, Xiao Yang would not end well.

Being a guest this time didn't seem to bring any improvement in Xiao Yang's communication skills, and Lang Zhongming even felt that he seemed more autistic after he came back.

Lang Zhongming wanted to talk to Xiao Yang, but felt that every time he got close, Xiao Yang's body would naturally stiffen, but he still didn't do anything.

It will be Christmas soon, and the streets are full of festive atmosphere, and Hongsheng also makes a new decoration accordingly.

Su Huiyun was so careful that she didn't even leave the reference room where Xiao Yang was. The beautiful garlands and Christmas trees brought an unusual romantic atmosphere to the perennially damp basement.

It's just that Xiao Yang can't feel it.

For him, Christmas has never been about joy.

The worst atrocity he suffered in prison... the first time he tasted the taste of a man's penetration... was on such a festival that was celebrated everywhere.

The leader of the group was a foreign leader who was invited to lecture the prisoners on the legal system and ethics.

It was such a Christmas, the leader didn't hurry to go back after the class, but called Xiao Yang, who always listened to the class most seriously and answered the questions most correctly, to his temporary office.

The heating was blowing in the office, and it was decorated with a strong Christmas atmosphere. Several subordinates and the leader himself chatted and drank hot tea.

As soon as Xiao Yang walked in, he only felt warm and comfortable.

It's just that he didn't expect that his dream would be shattered after 10 minutes.

His specific recollections of that night are very faint now, he only vaguely remembers being pressed against the rough branches of the Christmas tree for a while, being pressed against the protruding antlers of the reindeer model for a while, and the cold coffee table and the scalding hot tea for a while. Watered the thigh root...

Being brutally entered by different men, all the Christmas scenes in front of him were deeply engraved in his mind together with the violence.

So Su Huiyun's well-intentioned dress was just a terrible torture for him.

He didn't know how he was going to survive in a room like this until after get off work.What's more, it's only the 23rd now, and it will take 3 days until Christmas passes...

When Lang Zhongming got out of the elevator, he saw Xiao Yang standing at the door.

"Why don't you go in? Are you dumbfounded? Su Huiyun's arrangement made me feel a bit petty. You can buy a bigger Christmas tree, what do you think?"

The rare festive atmosphere put Lang Zhongming in a good mood early in the morning, and he unconsciously said a few more words.

Xiao Yang came back to his senses, opened his dry mouth and said "very good".

Only then did Lang Zhongming sense the inexplicable fear from Xiao Yang's expression.

"what happened?"

Xiao Yang forced an expression, shook his head, and entered the office.

Lang Zhongming followed him in, and put a coupon on Xiao Yang's desk: "A voucher for the mall, just buy what you need."

In fact, he originally wanted to buy some gifts for Xiao Yang, but he didn't know what Xiao Yang liked for a while, so he directly bought a voucher with the largest denomination.

Xiao Yang was resisting the sense of oppression brought by the environment, for a moment he forgot to restrain himself, and blurted out cold and disgusted words: "Why don't you just send money? Pretend to be..."

In the middle of speaking, Xiao Yang suddenly shut up, probably finally realizing what he said.

Lang Zhongming stared at him, was silent for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

At that moment, Lang didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly felt that Xiao Yang's dislike of him was cute...Of course, this dangerous thought was quickly suppressed.

"Pack up your things early in the evening, and wait for me downstairs as soon as the off-duty time comes. We will go to the mall to buy new year's goods. Grandpa and Zhong Jin will also be together."

Lang Zhongming dropped the last sentence, turned around and left.

Xiao Yang squeezed the coupon in his hand, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

I don't know what scary things will happen this Christmas, so take it easy.

In the evening, the three members of the Ling family took Xiao Yang to the largest shopping mall in City C.

Lang Dewen wants to give gifts to many old friends. Except for those that need to be specially customized in the long gift list, the rest must be bought here.

Lang Zhongjin followed his grandfather, helping that thing aside.

Xiao Yang was taken by Lang Zhongming to the electrical appliance area.

"Did you bring your coupon? You don't have everything in your office, so pick what you want to buy now."

Xiao Yang walked around silently, and finally stopped in the oven area.

He thought of the broken oven in Professor Yuan's house that was left aside... Yuan Yuan's life is not easy, if the professor knows, I don't know how to worry...

"Please show me the one inside..."

Xiao Yang carefully selected, and Lang Zhongming at the side saw it, and quickly poked and picked out a bunch of baking utensils and commonly used materials.

After the selection, the two were going to find Lang Zhongjin and the old man, but their names appeared on the broadcast: "Now the broadcast is looking for someone, please rush to the customer service center on the first floor immediately, Mr. Lang Zhongming and Mr. Xiao Yang. Repeat..."

When they ran downstairs out of breath, they saw an ambulance parked at the door, and the old man was carried on a stretcher under a blanket.

Lang Zhongjin was on the side, staring blankly with red eyes.

"Zhong Jin? What's going on?" Lang Zhongming's voice trembled a little.

Lang Zhongjin raised his head and looked at his elder brother: "Brother...Grandpa...Grandpa suddenly fell down...I don't know what's wrong...I was shopping well, but suddenly...it's very painful...I... "

The terrified Lang Zhongjin spoke incoherently, until Lang Zhongming pulled his younger brother into his arms, then he stopped talking and burst into tears.

It was snowing lightly outside, and Christmas decorations were laid all over the street. Lang Dewen's stretcher disappeared into the trunk of the ambulance, and he rushed to the nearest big hospital with the unconscious old man and the other three.

The hospital was already ready to pick up the patient. As soon as the car arrived downstairs, the ambulance personnel stepped forward to lift him down, and trotted all the way into the operating room.

Lang Zhongming went to go through the transfer of case data, surgery and hospitalization procedures, while Lang Zhongjin sat on a chair and called Butler Gong.

Xiao Yang couldn't do anything at this time, looking out through the window of the hospital, the street was still filled with joy and laughter.

When Lang Zhongming returned to the door of the operating room, Steward Gong and Xiaofeng had just arrived.

Several people stayed at the door silently, Xiaofeng wept repressedly, Lang Zhongjin stopped crying now, and went to comfort Xiaofeng instead.

Lang Zhongming wanted to pull Xiao Yang to sit on the bench for a while, and as soon as he held his hand, both of them were taken aback.

There was a thick scar on Xiao Yang's hand.

"How...how did this come about?"

Xiao Yang couldn't say anything at the moment, but Lang Zhongming immediately understood that he probably did it himself.

"you--"

Seeing that the eldest brother was about to lose his temper, Lang Zhongjin hurried over to mediate: "Brother, brother Xiao Yang must have accidentally slipped somewhere, don't be angry... Grandpa is still inside for first aid..."

Lang Zhongming was speechless for a while.

Lang Zhongjin turned to Xiao Yang again: "Brother Xiao Yang, when you go back later, remember to apply the medicine I gave you, or you will have scars again. By the way, do you use my medicine on your face? Why doesn't it disappear..."

Xiao Yang lowered his head and said softly "it's working".

Lang Zhongming felt uncomfortable when he thought of the bag of medicine that was thrown in the drawer.

Thinking about it carefully, Xiao Yang seems to have never used the things he sent, including the clothes he bought later.

At this moment, the scars on Xiao Yang's face and palms seemed to magnify the injuries suffered by all the masters, which was particularly dazzling in Lang Zhongming's eyes.

Xiao Yang... How should I treat you?