scapegoat

On the cold wall outside the operating room, shadowy human figures were reflected, and everyone waiting here was tightly wrapped in uneasiness.

Lying inside is a man who used to be powerful, but now he is just an old man suffering from illness.

Lang Zhongming thought of his father. Compared with his grandfather, Ling Quan didn't even have a chance to be rescued, and died soon.

It seems that all the fame and fame that you have worked so hard to build and maintain in this world become irrelevant when you face death, and when you die, everything is no longer meaningful.

After a long time, the door of the operating room was opened, and a group of medical staff came out one after another.

It was already past 2 o'clock in the morning, and everyone else fell asleep leaning against the back of the chair.

Lang Zhongming stood up and rubbed his sore and swollen legs, and asked softly about the situation.

The doctor took him to his office: "The patient is old and has missed the best treatment period. Although he was rescued this time, the situation is still not optimistic. It is recommended to be hospitalized and the family members should be prepared."

There was a choking sound at the door.

When Lang Zhongming turned his head, his younger brother, who was sleeping with creases all over his face, was standing in the corner, apparently having heard what the doctor said just now.

"Grandpa is still so young...he...he is so old..."

Lang Zhongjin's voice trembled, and tears fell down with the movement of breathing and swallowing.

Lang Zhongming stepped forward and hugged his younger brother. At this time, all the family can do is comfort each other.

I hope that his warm embrace can help the Ying family get through this period. After all, in City C, they are the only family members left of each other except for their grandfather.

The brothers followed the medical staff to transfer Ying Dewen to the monitoring ward.

The old man is now covered with tubes and equipment. Even if he didn't like being confined by the hospital before, he had to be hospitalized honestly.

A dying person is the one who most desires to live.At a time like this, freedom and enjoyment are not as important as surviving.

Xiao Yang and Xiaofeng also woke up, leaving Butler Gong still leaning on the chair.

He is not much younger than the old man, and now he is so tired that he is asleep, and no one wants to disturb him.

The four young men stood in the ward for a while, and the old man was unconscious. Even if they were full of words, they could only wait.

Xiao Yang stood at the very edge, looked past Lang Zhongjin in front of him, and looked at Lang Dewen's old face.

It seems that the old man has always been like this in his memory. He was an old man more than ten years ago, so they all ignored the fact that aging is a step before death.

Most of the time, Lang Dewen is actually very kind to him, even more kind than to Lang Zhongming, the eldest grandson.

Although Lang Dewen did everything for the benefit of the Ying family, but during Xiao Yang's most difficult time, he hated many people, but he couldn't hate this old man.

For some reason, he always felt pitiful when he saw Ling Dewen.

A person with great business talent and creative spirit was forcibly built into a machine to serve the family by a huge family, but he didn't know it...

This man has been the pillar of the Lang family all his life, widowed in middle age, his old daughter-in-law and only son have left, the eldest grandson caused a lot of trouble in the family, and the younger grandson is useless...

Now, when he is lying on the hospital bed and struggling to maintain his breathing with equipment, no one knows whether he regretted it or was not reconciled.

The human body itself is as fragile as the civilization they built. No matter how majestic the outside, the inside is eroded by microscopic insects or moisture invisible to the naked eye day after day.

When the day is about to overturn, the collapse is almost instantaneous.

Conceived in October, how many days and nights painstakingly nurtured, but time will always bring everyone to old age, and finally dragged into the grave.

Like Lang Dewen, he can still breathe in the hospital bed for a while, but when his spine is bent by the years, his life has already entered the countdown.

All his life, Lang Dewen has been standing at the top, overlooking the mediocre crowd, but because of this he has become the loneliest person.

It's New Year's Eve, and he wants to prepare a carload of presents to give to others, but who will come to send him off when he is dying?

Xiao Yang thought that he could watch the life and death of Ling's family with a cold eye, but when things came to an end, he felt that it was not so easy.

In life, there are too many entanglements and fetters that cannot be explained. It may not be until you clearly realize that you will never meet this person again, and then your instinctive emotions will show up.

The two brothers Lang Zhongming and Lang Zhongjin on the side hugged each other and supported each other. The younger brother was still crying, but the older brother held his younger brother's arm tightly, trying to provide a little courage.

Xiao Yang thought, Lang Zhongming was really kind to this younger brother.

Outside, the snow was falling more and more, and white flowers fluttered down.

Lang Zhongjin volunteered to stay with his grandfather again, Lang Zhongming woke up Butler Gong, and they went home to rest temporarily.

Everyone in the car on the return journey was thinking about something in their hearts, and they arrived home in silence all the way.

When getting off the car, Lang Zhongming noticed Xiao Yang's red eyes.

"You...were crying?"

Xiao Yang froze for a moment, then shook his head silently.

It was rare for Xiaofeng on the side not to show hostility towards him, instead he took out a tissue and handed it to him.Xiao Yang's expression froze, and he took it with trembling hands.

After entering the house, several people shook off the snow on their bodies and went back to their rooms to rest.

Xiao Yang wanted to leave, but as soon as he turned around, Lang Zhongming held the cut hand, followed his body, and stopped.

"Any thing else?"

Xiao Yang asked, his voice dry.

Lang Zhongming didn't speak for a long time, just stroking the scar on Xiao Yang's palm.

"The medicines I bought... You can try them too. It may be better to use a few more medicines."

Xiao Yang agreed, and withdrew his hand to go back and forth to the bedroom.

In fact, without Lang Zhongming's words, Xiao Yang would no longer use the management that Lang Zhongjin gave him.Not a good memory after all.

Xiao Yang's door was gently closed, and only Lang Zhongming was left standing alone in the deserted living room.

Because his grandfather suddenly fell ill, he couldn't help but think of his deceased parents.

He remembered that his mother died of dystocia when giving birth to his younger brother. During that time, he really hated this younger brother, and even had the idea of ​​throwing away the baby who was still in its infancy.

At that time, many things happened at once, his father cheated, Xiao Yang confessed to him, his mother had a difficult delivery, his younger brother was born, his grandfather was partial to him... It seemed that his whole world was disrupted.

A few days ago, Xiao Yang was yelled at by him as "disgusting", but when he felt uncomfortable, Xiao Yang still returned to him and comforted him.

It was this person who explained to him, "My younger brother is a close relative of flesh and blood, and my aunt left behind her with all her life...", and he began to like Lang Zhongjin gradually.

When Lang Zhongming thought about it carefully, Xiao Yang blocked all the mistakes he made when he was young and ignorant, and brought him back on track with a posture close to "rescue".

But Xiao Yang himself...has been wasted for so many years, and even his soul and soul are buried in the big pit of the Lang family.

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In the next few days, a heavy atmosphere pervaded the entire Lang family.

Grandpa Lang Dewen's waking hours are getting shorter and shorter, but at least he can arrange some things.He didn't say much about the rest, except for one sentence that he kept repeating over and over again, that is, don't let the Lang family members from overseas come back.

Hongsheng is the painstaking effort of Ling Dewen, and does not belong to those who have left their foundation in C City long ago.He even explained to Lang Zhongming that if someone wants to come back to grab Hongsheng, he should treat it as an opponent.

However, his worries are unfounded. No matter how big Hongsheng is, he is only a local overlord, and in the eyes of Lao Lang's family who have been involved in overseas asset pools for decades, he does not have much temptation.

Lang Zhongming followed the old man's will and did not let other relatives come to visit him. All Hongsheng's affairs were handled by himself without being affected in the slightest.

In this way, only the two brothers, Xiao Yang, Xiaofeng and Gong Butler were left to take care of the old man in the hospital every day.

A generation of influential figures, after no longer in power, there is only such an ordinary situation.

But the irony is that thanks to Ying Dewen, Xiao Yang actually had a peaceful and peaceful Christmas. From Christmas Eve to the holiday night, Lang Zhongming didn't come to harass him.

A few days later, the temperature in City C began to warm up, and the old man's body also obtained a temporary superficial health under the powerful power of modern medicine.

At this time, the entire Lang family remembered the "New Year's goods" that had been forgotten in the corner.

I went out to buy a lot of things that night, but it was a pity that I was overwhelmed by the unexpected incident. The large bags full of goods and the large items delivered to my door the next day are still piled up in the corner of the entrance and have not been cleaned up.

It happened to be the weekend, Xiaofeng followed Lang Zhongjin to take care of him in the hospital, butler Gong went back to his home, leaving only Lang Zhongming and Xiao Yang in the house.

When Lang Zhongming got up, Xiao Yang's room door was still closed.

Thinking about Su Huiyun secretly saying to herself that day, "Xiao Yang seems to be late often", the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

How come I didn't find out that this person has the habit of staying in bed before?

Probably because the situation at the hospital was stable, Lang Zhongming was in a good mood, he packed the presents for the old man, arranged the logistics, and started messing around with the baking utensils and materials he bought for Xiao Yang.

"Hmm... custard powder... ah, here it is!"

"I rely on the packaging of this whipped cream to be broken... Is it useless if I forgot to put it in the refrigerator? Hmm..."

"Why do you use this small spoon... so shallow and so round... oh, it's for scooping up egg yolks!"

So, as soon as Xiao Yang opened the door, he was stunned to see Mr. Lang who was researching baking materials.

"What are you doing?"

Lang Zhongming raised his head and smiled: "Didn't you buy an oven? I have prepared some things that may be used. Come and see where to put them."

Xiao Yang was stunned for a full minute before he could react, and was suddenly embarrassed: "The oven was bought for Professor Yuan's granddaughter...the one in their house is broken..."

Lang Zhongming was also stunned, and stayed silent for two seconds, then laughed dryly: "Haha, so...then I'll buy another oven later, it's inconvenient to not have an oven at home..."

Xiao Yang silently scolded "mentally retarded" in his heart, and turned to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Lang Zhongming froze for a moment in embarrassment, continued to pack the things in his hands, turned around and told Butler Gong to order a large oven, and threw it in the corner of the pantry together with all the equipment.

The snow outside the window has piled up after a few days, and it is already a thick layer.Deep winter has finally come.