scapegoat

Lang Zhongming locked Xiao Yang in the kitchen, thinking of calling Xiaofeng at noon to release him.

He still couldn't bear it anymore.Thinking about the unspeakable relationship between himself and Xiao Yang, he even began to consider whether to send him out of City C for a period of time so that they could avoid each other.

But thinking about Xiao Yang's discomfort with outsiders and his incompatibility with society, he felt that it would be better to stay by his side.

Lang Zhongming had all sorts of thoughts in his mind in a mess, and even the few loopholes in the new plan couldn't occupy his thinking space.

It wasn't until Su Huiyun's high-heeled shoes came towards him quickly that he realized that he had been standing at the door of the office for a long time.

"Mr. Ling, Xiao Yang hasn't come to work at this point, and hasn't asked for leave..."

Lang Zhongming paused and said dryly, "Don't worry about him."

Su Huiyun showed a look of hesitation: "But... Manager Fan said he wanted some information..."

Lang Zhongming looked at the paper in Su Huiyun's hand, and thought it was a document that Xiao Yang was going to find, so he stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, I'll look for it."

Lang Zhongming took the key and opened the door of the reference room.

It has Xiao Yang's usual style inside, and the winter is as warm as spring.However, a few large freezers seemed to add a bit of coolness.

Several freezers were pasted with small labels, and the numbers on them were a combination of English and numbers. Lang Zhongming tried several categories of Chinese pinyin initials and English initials to no avail.

He remembered that Xiao Yang was always very quick to find documents every time. As long as he was given the general category, time and keywords of the documents, even rare documents from many years ago could be quickly found. Now it was his turn to look for them. Confused.

When Xiao Yang was working, he always seemed to be buried in countless piles of materials, or he was thinking about a few pieces of draft paper, and he got up from time to time to compare the pictures and texts on the paper and arrange the materials in the freezer accordingly.

Originally, Lang Zhongming gave him the reference room just to perfuse his grandfather, but Xiao Yang didn't expect him to be so attentive.

Even if it is a "retirement" job that has no future and no technical content in the eyes of others, he is so serious...

Could he really be a spy?

But the surveillance video actually gave evidence. If he didn't do it, how could it be possible?

The suit on Xiao Yang's body alone is irrefutable. In the video, Xiao Yang was wearing the same suit that day, and even the small white mark on the cuffs could not be seen as a problem.

Lang Zhongming felt a headache and rubbed his temples slightly.

He didn't know Xiao Yang's classification rules, so he could only guess blindly, using the first file in the cabinet to guess what was in the cabinet, and it took him a long time to find what he wanted.

When he turned around, Lang Zhongming's eyes were attracted by the draft paper on the table.

There are several sheets of paper with messy lines and English abbreviations drawn on them, some are fixed on the table with thumbtacks, and some are pressed on the table with objects.

These are probably the messiest draft papers he has ever seen, but Xiao Yang uses them to organize Hongsheng's huge business records over the past few decades.

Although he can't understand...

In fact, this is not the first time he has seen Xiao Yang's draft paper.

The first time was when Xiao Yang was in his sophomore year. At that time, Lang Zhongming was still a high school student with no knowledge and skills.

Xiao Yang is studying world history, a subject that is so unpopular that few schools offer it, but some of the skills he has derived from his studies can be used to easily deal with many problems.

Now the reference room in front of Lang Zhongming is showing the master's wisdom and ingenuity, turning disorder into order, and complexity into introduction...

It's almost a miracle that ten years in prison haven't overwhelmed the logical way of thinking that's already ingrained in our brains.

Lang Zhongming thought, if not for everything that happened later, Xiao Yang might have already achieved quite a lot in academics and became famous all over the world.

He will be better than the blue, become the pride of his parents, have a bright future and a perfect life...

however……

His revenge against his father has hurt Xiao Yang for the rest of his life.

So maybe, the espionage that Xiao Yang is doing now is just imitating what he did to his father back then?Do you want to use your own way to treat your own body?

Is he venting his resentment?Just like Lang Zhongming took revenge on Ling Quan back then, Xiao Yang is also taking revenge on him?

If this is the case... then Lang Zhongming really can't blame Xiao Yang any more. After all, this just caused a lot of trouble for their senior management, but it didn't really hurt Hongsheng's interests after all.

Lang Zhongming couldn't help but feel that he was clasping the table with his knuckles. After thinking about it, he always felt that this was not good.

Perhaps many things have turned bad because of lack of communication.

If he had talked to his father back then, and had stood up and accused his father of infidelity from the very beginning, things would have been different.

If he had...had more power to speak...and more rational...

Facing Xiao Yang now, he wants to do better than before.

If some words are spoken, the injury can be alleviated. Xiao Yang may feel more at ease. After he relaxes, other problems will be solved easily.

He was always unwilling to believe that Xiao Yang had malicious intentions.If this behavior was really just imitation of revenge, then he was actually unwilling to impose any additional punishment.

There will be a meeting for the person in charge related to this matter in a while, and there is not much private time left for him.

Lang Zhongming drove home immediately, wanting to speak quickly.

Xiaofeng was outside repairing the lawn, and when he saw his car, he ran over excitedly.

Lang Zhongming asked: "Xiao Yang is still inside? Is there any movement?"

Xiaofeng shook his head: "No, I can't hear a single sound... I'm quite uneasy... The head of the house, why don't you let him out?"

Lang Zhongming sighed and walked into the house.

The kitchen door was locked by Lang Zhongming directly with the key, and it took some effort to open it now.

Just as the door was opened a crack, both of them felt something was wrong at the same time - an obvious smell of natural gas hit their faces.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaofeng screamed: "I haven't had time to screw on the natural gas in the morning! I even closed the window."

Surprised, Lang Zhongming quickly pushed open the door and rushed in to open the window and twist the valve, then picked up Xiao Yang who had fallen on the ground and ran out.

"Call the hospital and I'll send him there right away!"

Xiaofeng was so frightened that he stood aside for a while, and then he realized that he hurriedly called the nearest large hospital.

It was difficult for Lang Zhongming to open the door with someone in his arms, so Xiaofeng rushed to help, took Xiao Yang, who was already delirious, into the back seat of the car, and followed him into the car.

The moment he took over just now, Xiaofeng was surprised to feel the weight of the person in his hand...so light.

"It is my fault……"

Xiaofeng cried.

"I had the gas on and the windows closed, I totally forgot..."

Lang Zhongming didn't care about comforting others, he just went racing all the way.

But at this time, it was the peak time for ordinary employees to go to work. Mr. Ling, who always went out early, had no experience in peak hours at all, and was blocked on the road.

Seeing that the hospital could be reached after walking a short distance after passing the corner, Lang Zhongming got agitated and directly jammed the car to the side, turned on the warning lights, carried the man out from the back seat, and ran towards the hospital.

The person in his arms seemed to react a bit during the jolt, and I don't know if it was an illusion.

"Xiao Yang—"

heavy head...

"Xiao Yang!"

That's weird... Am I going to die...

"Xiao Yang! Xiao Yang!"

Lang Zhongming is calling me?What do you want me to do?Want to fuck me?So sad……

"Xiao Yang! Hold on! It's almost here!"

Where are you?Where are I going... I don't want to go...

"I do not want to go……"

"Xiao Yang! It's almost here! The hospital is almost here!"

"The hospital...don't want to go..."

"What are you talking about? Speak up! I can't hear you clearly! Xiao Yang?"

"I... don't want to go... don't want to go..."

……

Xiao Yang fell into a coma for a day and a night in the hospital, and needed oxygen and meditation due to methane poisoning.

Lang Zhongming stood outside the ward and looked at him wearing an oxygen mask through the glass. After waking up, he was so weak that he didn't even move his hands, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

It was originally a good New Year's Day, but how did it become like this.

So is Xiao Yang... If you are angry in your heart, just vent it to him. If this matter doesn't make a big deal, I won't be so angry.

Probably because he was too much to Xiao Yang on weekdays, making Xiao Yang hopeless for reconciliation, that's why he took such a risk.

Lang Zhongming was thinking in his heart, how to talk properly when he went in later.

He wanted to talk a lot about the previous things.But he knew in his heart that these were just meaningless excuses.

After causing so much damage to Xiao Yang, saying nothing will help, it can only cause secondary damage.

Maybe a stable and stable future is what Xiao Yang desires more...

After a while, the doctor finally let him and Xiaofeng into the ward.

Xiaofeng was impatient, so he had a painful meal when he rushed forward: "I'm sorry, Master Xiao Yang, I didn't do it on purpose—"

Snot and tears flowed down Xiao Yang's arm.

Lang Zhongming moved the person away helplessly, and took out some tissues to wipe Xiao Yang's hands.

Xiao Yang stared blankly at his almost gentle movements, and said in a low voice, "Since you want me to die, why save me?"

Lang Zhongming was taken aback: "I didn't... I didn't mean to kill you, don't think about it."

Xiaofeng was also helping to explain: "It was my fault. I closed the window when the eggs were frying because of the strong wind... I didn't know... Then the valve was not closed, and I forgot..."

Xiao Yang turned his head and remained silent.

Lang Zhongming didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he added: "It's really not me..."

Xiao Yang remained silent, and Lang Zhongming was also a little annoyed. If Xiao Yang hadn't made a fuss first, he would have taken him on vacation by now.

At this moment, he further clarified how harmful what he did back then.

Lang Zhongming recalled the past, looked at the sickly Xiao Yang, his heart softened for a while, and finally compromised, coaxing him to get up and drink some porridge.

This porridge was bought by Xiaofeng just now, and it is still hot at the moment.

Probably still feeling sick and lacking energy, Xiao Yang frowned and turned his head away, refusing to drink anyway.

Unable to resist the posture of Lang Zhongming pinching the porridge bowl and chasing him to feed, Xiao Yang reluctantly said: "I don't want to drink, pour it..."

Lang Zhongming advised him: "Su Huiyun brought it specially, in case you would be hungry. Drink a little."

Xiaofeng at the side: ...? ? ?

I have to say that Lang Zhongming still understands Xiao Yang's temperament, and Xiao Yang can't refuse the kindness of those who are kind to him on weekdays.

After silently drinking half a bowl of porridge, Xiao Yang's face also improved a little.

Lang Zhongming asked the nurse for an extra pillow, and put them on Xiao Yang's bed together, helped him lie down, and sat on the edge of the bed by himself.

Xiaofeng had already been sent back, so Lang Zhongming wanted to take this opportunity to have a good talk.

"A lot of things in the past... were my fault, so I won't mention them anymore. If you talk too much, you will feel uncomfortable. Anyway...you can make it up to me in any way you want, and I will treat you as a family member in the future."

Xiao Yang listened expressionlessly, Lang Zhongming was uneasy again, and explained: "Really...just like before..."

Just like when Xiao Yang first entered Lang's house.

Xiao Yang lightly agreed, which was regarded as a reward to Lang Zhongming.But Lang Zhongming was not stupid, he knew it was perfunctory from his expression.

No matter what he said now, Xiao Yang couldn't believe it.

Only time will tell something.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open vigorously, and Lang Zhongjin hurried in.

"Brother Xiao Yang?! What's going on? How did it happen?"

Lang Zhongming frowned: "Why are you here?"

Lang Zhongjin threw the gloves he was holding onto his brother's face fiercely: "I found out when I called home! If Xiaofeng hadn't told me, wouldn't you have planned to let me know! Brother—how could you do this ...Haven't you hurt Brother Xiao Yang enough?"

Lang Zhongming was taken aback for a moment, and then roared: "You also think I did it on purpose? I never thought of killing him! Never!"

Lang Zhongjin stood there holding back for a long time, then lowered his voice and muttered aggrievedly: "Then who knows...otherwise, how could brother Xiao Yang be poisoned by natural gas?"

Lang Zhongming had a big head, and he dragged his younger brother out by his collar: "Don't make any trouble, go back to grandpa to take care of him."

Lang Zhongjin who was carried out was still yelling at Xiao Yang: "Brother Xiao Yang, you have to forgive my brother! He can't control himself when his temper comes up! You—"

The door of the ward slammed shut, blocking out the sound.

Xiao Yang shrank back under the quilt, unwilling to look at Lang Zhongming, staring at a small black spot on the white tile, thinking to himself, he already knew this person's temper, after all, he had experienced it many times.

Lang Zhongming squeezed the corner of the quilt for Xiao Yang: "Go to sleep for a while."

Xiao Yang: "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Lang Zhongming coaxed him: "I'll stay for another day, and I need some oxygen. I'll accompany you. Go to sleep first."

Xiao Yang was indeed exhausted. He stared at the tiles for a while, and gradually lost consciousness.

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The last few chapters seem to be full of bugs... Watch the bugs to send the plot...