scapegoat

After the temperature in City C warmed up, it rained for several days in a row, and now it's turned into sleet again.

There is one week left before New Year's Day, and everyone is not serious about going to work. The whole Hongsheng is relaxed except for those who are busy with the year-end summary.

The relationship between Lang Zhongming and Xiao Yang has improved in the past few days. Because of the bad weather, Lang Zhongming will always pick up Xiao Yang when he drives to work, which saves him from going to the bus and getting wet.

Even Tianlang Zhongming went on a business trip early in the morning, and specially asked the driver in the company to drive Xiao Yang to work.

Such a rare thoughtfulness even surprised Lang Zhongjin, and asked Xiao Yang in private if they were in a relationship, but Xiao Yang just rolled his eyes in exchange.

But this has two effects.

Either Xiao Yang was late with Lang Zhongming, or Lang Zhongming forcefully dragged the sleepy Xiao Yang out of the house.

Xiao Yang's bedridden problem has existed since he was a child. To be more precise, it is procrastination.

When I first returned to Lang's house, the routine in the prison hadn't been messed up, and the weather was warm, so it wasn't difficult to get up.

Today, perhaps due to the effect of heating after the cold weather, the biological clock that has been used to for ten years has actually fallen apart, and it can be said that it has returned to before liberation.

Xiao Yang not only stayed in bed, but also used to sleep with his head covered.

When Lang Zhongming wakes people up every day, he has to "move with emotion and understand with reason" in front of the motionless quilt. It is miserable to think about it.

There is one more embarrassing thing.

Xiao Yang has never used the oven that Lang Zhongming bought back.

The original intention of Mr. Lang was to give Xiao Yang as a gift, but he didn't expect that he was not interested in baking at all. After a big joke, all these equipments belong to the small air duct now.

Lang Zhongming sometimes couldn't figure it out, when he deliberately made things difficult for others, his life was quite comfortable, and when he wanted to get along well, why did it become so difficult?

Xiao Yang calmed down in the rare relaxed atmosphere, and his spirit was not as high as before. In addition, in the afternoon, Lang Zhongming often asked Su Meizi to pack the leftover fish and meat from his lunch. cheer up.

As a result, some things that were deliberately restrained began to gradually emerge.

Like arthritis.

The prison is cold and the clothes are thin. It is not surprising that Xiao Yang has rheumatoid arthritis at a young age.

I could bear it when the weather just got cold, but now that I relax, I can't hide my habitual kneading of my knees and strange postures when I walk.

Xiaofeng was the first to notice something strange: "Huh? What's wrong with his legs?"

Lang Zhongming, who was eating breakfast at the side, looked up at Xiao Yang who was coming out of the room.

He lightly pressed his knees with both hands, and his footsteps were a little unnatural when he went down the stairs.

Lang Zhongming's first reaction was "he did it with others". After finding out that it was impossible, he thought "I forgot after doing it", and realized it after finding out that it was even more impossible...

"Your leg hurts?"

Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment, and retracted the hand that was about to reach his knees to beat the old bone again, and shook his head.

Xiaofeng took out Xiao Yang's breakfast: "It's been cold recently, so you need to take extra care of your knees. My mother said that if you don't pay attention when you are young, you will get rheumatism when you grow old!"

Xiao Yang paused, and looked at Xiaofeng with a delicate expression.

I don't know if this strange feeling comes from the word "old man", or because people who don't like him usually talk to him in a nice way today.

Xiaofeng didn't seem to notice anything wrong, and went to the kitchen to get busy after speaking.

Lang Zhongming coughed, and pulled away the chair next to him: "Sit down and eat, I will deliver porridge to Grandpa and Zhong Jin later."

Xiao Yang ignored him, walked to the dining table expressionlessly, pulled out a chair on the other side and sat down.

Lang Zhongming: ...

The two finally maintained the peace they expressed, and sat down quietly to have breakfast.

It was rare for Xiao Yang to get up late today because the old man called last night and said he wanted to drink the black rice porridge at home.

Xiaofeng likes to cook black rice porridge with rock sugar and raisins, and the old man likes to eat this, so Lang Zhongming promised to send a pot to him before going to work the next day.

The thick black rice porridge was poured into the thermos, and the steaming heat diffused the fragrance into the air.

Since the old man was admitted to the hospital, his whole person has changed. He is not as strict and agile as before, and he has become more casual in speaking and doing things.

In addition to insisting on keeping the little grandson in front of the hospital bed every day, he also asks from time to time whether he wants to eat this or that, just like an old glutton.

It was also the first time that Lang Zhongming knew that his grandfather was not such a boring person from the beginning. He also had his own likes and dislikes, but they were all covered up.

Lang Dewen was born to work hard, and he didn't dare to relax a little until his body began to collapse, hanging on the hospital bed to enjoy the little left of his life.

When Lang Zhongming entered the ward with a thermos, Ling Dewen was teaching his grandson to peel apples.

Xiao Yang followed behind, and when he saw the scene inside, he stayed outside the door silently.

After all, he is an outsider, it's nothing to come to visit the old man, it's beyond his control to go in and interfere with their grandparents' reunion.

Lang Zhongming had to go to work, so he didn't stay inside for a long time, and came out empty-handed after 5 minutes.

Inside the half-closed door was Lang Zhongjin's loud voice "It's so sweet", and the old man's cheerful laughter.

After getting into the car, Lang Zhongming couldn't help chatting with Xiao Yang while starting the car: "Grandpa really likes Zhong Jin the most, it's been like this since before, it's really..."

Xiao Yang lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The old man loves his little grandson. If Lang Zhongming still had the cynical and immature mentality of the past, Hongsheng and the whole Lang family would probably be disturbed just because of this bowl of water.

It's a pity that he is no longer the brat he used to be, no matter how uncomfortable he feels, he can't do anything excessive.

After all, Hongsheng has become his own burden, and the responsibility is on his mind. If he wants to do anything wrong to the company, he will first be unable to pass his own hurdle.

Seeing that Xiao Yang didn't speak, Lang Zhongming felt a little embarrassed himself.

He never showed his ugly envy towards his younger brother to others, and he didn't know what happened today, but he actually told Xiao Yang.

"Heh, I was scared stupid by grandpa and his old man recently, and even complained to you about this. Just pretend you haven't heard of it."

Xiao Yang turned his head to look out the window, but still ignored him.

Lang Zhongming stepped on the accelerator silently, pretending that he hadn't said anything just now.

The speed of the car gradually increased, and the snowflakes and fine raindrops slid across the window, leaving water marks.

The wipers wiped repeatedly, but the vision was still blurred.Lang Zhongming slowed down, turned his head and tried to find a topic again.

"Have you applied any medicine recently? It feels like the scars on your face are disappearing."

Xiao Yang gave a little reaction this time, and gave a soft "hmm".

Lang Zhongming instantly felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, and then felt a little ashamed, so he could only continue to keep his mouth shut.

Xiao Yang used some ointment for smearing wounds on his body in the hospital before, and used it together with the ointment bought by Lang Zhongming for smearing his face.

Over the past few days, the scars on his face are indeed fading, as are the wounds on his palms and other places on his body.

It's just that the marks on the face have been dragging on for a while, and they can't be completely eliminated in a while, probably leaving a mark.

Xiao Yang thought that most of the ointment Lang Zhongjin bought was cheated by someone, and it was useless at all. Fortunately, he had used it for so long, so he could only sigh helplessly.

When we arrived at the downstairs of the company, it was still early.

After entering the elevator, Xiao Yang wanted to press the lower floor, but was stopped by Lang Zhongming: "I asked Su Huiyun to make an empty room for you to come out, and ask someone to move all the materials there later."

Xiao Yang was stunned.

Lang Zhongming explained: "The negative floor is too damp, which is not conducive to saving paper. There is just a small meeting room vacant. You can move there."

This change happened suddenly, before Xiao Yang could react, the person who moved the materials had already arrived.

It seemed that he had struggled for a long time, but he still couldn't help telling the movers: "Please don't mess up the order...it's all useful..."

The big brother who was carrying a pile of original certificates raised his head sharply: "Big brother, let's put Xun!"

As soon as the voice fell, the bottom of the pile of materials was drawn out, and fell to the ground with a "click".

Xiao Yang: "...you put it down, I will do it myself."

It was probably because Xiao Yang's voice was too cold, and the elder brother shuddered, realizing that he might have done something wrong. He smiled embarrassingly "hehe", and put the materials on the ground.

Xiao Yang called the person away, and then began to carry them slowly by himself.

Fortunately, Su Huiyun has already cleaned up the new reference room, and the freezer he just bought is more user-friendly than the original one. It is not too troublesome for him to sort while moving.

Opposite is Lang Zhongming's office, facing the reference room is a large piece of coated glass, so that Lang Zhongming can clearly see Xiao Yang's situation through the window glass in the office.

Xiao Yang sneered in his heart and didn't care.

The whole floor watched him move quietly all morning, until Lang Zhongming came out after the meeting.

"Huh? Didn't I ask Su Huiyun to call the moving company? Why are you moving by yourself?"

Without raising his head, Xiao Yang said in a muffled voice, "They will make a mess."

Lang Zhongming had no choice but to call two interns to help.

After a while, Lang Zhongming saw that it was lunch time, so he wanted to come and ask Xiao Yang to go to the cafeteria together.

At first glance, Xiao Yang is still moving, and the two interns have already been sent back to their original places...

"Okay, okay, let's do it later, let's eat first."

Boss Lang angrily and amusedly dragged him into the elevator and up to the cafeteria on the top floor.

Naturally, there is no need to swipe the credit card to eat with Lang Zhongming. Xiao Yang silently picks up the dishes, not knowing whether it is good or bad to move to the top.

He picked a scrambled egg with tomatoes, and Lang Zhongming stuffed another plate of fried pork and a bowl of beef and radish soup. It was the first time for Xiao Yang to look for a seat in the huge Hongsheng cafeteria with a plate full of sediment.

During the dinner, Lang Zhongming asked: "How is it? Are you satisfied with the new office? The lighting must be better than the original one, but the space is a bit smaller. If I really can't fit it, I will ask Su Huiyun to move the things in the small warehouse to the first floor. "

Xiao Yang waved his hand: "No need."

The newly bought freezers save space and have a very high utilization rate. He has already thanked Su Huiyun for these freezers all morning, so it is not a problem for the office to be smaller.

It's just that upstairs is a bit noisier than downstairs.

"Actually, the bottom is clean, and there are so many people above, what if I can't handle it alone?"

It was rare for Xiao Yang to feel so relaxed today, and his cold voice couldn't hide the strong sarcasm in his tone.

Lang Zhongming knew that when Xiao Yang came back, he had a mean mouth and said a lot of nasty things. Xiao Yang was trying to make him angry on purpose, so he couldn't help but want to laugh.

In fact, this person's mouth has always been quite poisonous, but others have no chance to see it.

Thinking about it, I felt a little uncomfortable, maybe it was because Xiao Yang was really tormented so badly, and I don't know how this person cursed him in his heart.

A few words of sarcasm like this are probably just a child's play in his inner drama.

Forget it, thinking of Xiao Yang's suffering for so many years, all his anger disappeared.

Lang Zhongming propped his cheeks and put a large piece of lotus root into his mouth, and began to carefully study Xiao Yang's eating patterns.

The author has something to say:

In fact, the lamb is an obsessive-compulsive disorder