scapegoat

The last day of work before the year.

Lang Zhongming went out early in the morning. When he came back, there was a long and thin gift box on the back seat of the car. He carefully took it out and put it in the safe in his office.

Before Lang Zhongming wanted to prepare a New Year's gift for the old man, he went shopping in the mall, but he really couldn't pick out any novelty and special gift.

In the end, he went to visit an old man, and what he got back now was an annual gift for Lang Dewen.

Lang Dewen's health is getting worse and worse recently, I hope this gift he carefully selected can make the elderly happy.

It is at this time that the inconsistency of the world can be manifested.

Lang Dewen was worried that Lang's family from overseas would take advantage of his critical illness and come back to City C to act as a monster, but they didn't even bother with this little bit of meat in China, and never even had the slightest intention of visiting him.

Not to mention those partners who have always only had superficial friendship.

Lang Zhongming was in the main position, so they cared about exchanging information with the head of the family; Lang Zhongjin was also considered as a backup candidate, and would be taken care of from time to time.

However, an old man like Lang Dewen, who has half a foot in the coffin, will no longer be remembered.

Large flakes of snowflakes have been falling one after another, and it has been falling since midnight yesterday, and it even has a tendency to fall bigger and bigger.

Pedestrians on the street were wrapped in thick coats and scarves, festive couplets were pasted up in shops and residential areas, strings of colorful lights were blown, and the atmosphere of the Spring Festival became more and more intense.

Quite a few children were running around in "chi chi chi chi" snow boots, busy running wild in the white dreamland.

In the green belt not far from Hongsheng, someone made a big snowman with funny poses. Xiao Yang's office window was facing that area, and he couldn't help staring at the snowman's smooth face and magical shape all morning.

It seems that as soon as the snow accumulates, the whole world changes from inside to outside, the scenery is not the original scenery, and the mood is not the original mood.

Early this morning, he went to the hospital again to deliver breakfast to Yun Dewen. This time he followed Lang Zhongming into the ward, greeted the old man calmly, and listened to some gossip from the three of Ying's grandparents.

Only a few months ago, Lang Dewen could ask someone to kneel for him with a wave of his arms, but now he is lying in a square place, relying on drugs and cold machines to keep his heart beating.

The silver-clad world outside and the laughter and laughter wandering around have nothing to do with him.

The most ruthless thing about the disease is that no matter who you are, you have to watch death approaching you, but you can only struggle in pain, unwilling, and unable to escape.

Xiao Yang looked thoughtfully at the snow petals flying outside the window.

The snow scene like a GIF made his thoughts uncontrollable, and many things from the past appeared in front of his eyes.

It all started one day when his head teacher at the time brought a group of police uncles and neighborhood committee aunts to find him when he was young.

They told him with pity that his parents were gone...

Then he was informed that the Ling family intended to adopt him.There were no relatives in their family, and he, who didn't want to go to a welfare institution, naturally accepted the kindness of the Lang family.

Everything was good at the beginning, and Xiao Yang quickly got out of the psychological shadow of his parents' death under the comfort and care of his "brother" Lang Zhongming.

But gradually, his inner pursuits became more and more, and things became less beautiful.

He used to think that the Lang family treated him really well, but when he wanted to treat the Lang family as his real home, he found that he was just an outsider.

In the same way, he used to think that Lang Zhongming was really kind to him, but when he had other hopes for Lang Zhongming, he found that things were not as simple as he thought.

So he's well behaved now.Ask for nothing and everything will be fine.

Anyway, people are mortal, so what's the use of a family?What's the use of love?At the end of life, we all lead to the same goal by different routes.

At first, after Qin Linlin died of an allergy to the anesthetic during the abortion process, Xiao Yang stood up for Lang Zhongming, really to protect his reputation.

Xiao Yang doesn't know anyone, and he doesn't care about anything. He is happy to bear the infamy voluntarily for the people he cares about.

At that time, he felt that even if Lang Zhongming couldn't accept his feelings, then he shouldn't be embarrassing, and it's good to be a brother as a friend.

But gradually, Lang Zhongming's deliberate avoidance and indifference made him realize some facts.

He became a loner again, eating alone at school and doing homework alone at home.

There are no more Transformers models, no more brain teasers, and no more fun of watching the children's channel in front of the TV at 6:[-] every day to distribute snacks...

He learned to be a redundant person, silently walking on the track arranged every day, not even taking a step outside the track.

He also learned to restrain his mind, not to think about a family, let alone love.

The university education and Professor Yuan's all-inclusive teaching made him gradually forget the incomplete part of human relationship. The long history gave him new spiritual sustenance, and he was exposed to world-class thinking and doing things in the process of learning. Nerves are forged stronger inside and out.

Later, when he took the blame for Lang Zhongming, he was no longer in the same mood as before.

At that time, the successor of the Lang family was famous, and the daughters and young masters of this family, regardless of gender, played well with him.

But at that time, the Lang family was very disciplined. Although Lang Zhongming had a lot of time to eat, drink and have fun, he really did not do it since Qin Linlin's accident.

The rich man went to play billiards and take a bath, and he was able to go home and report before 12 o'clock every day, so he was considered obedient in the circle.

So no one expected that Lang Zhongming's thoughts turned to Hongsheng.Even when Xiao Yang was first told about this by the old man, he couldn't believe that Lang Zhongming could do this.

Xiao Yang sometimes thought in prison, what would have happened if his parents hadn't rescued Ling Quan and his wife back then?What would have happened if he hadn't chosen to go to Ling's house?

What would happen if he had never been tempted by Lang Zhongming?If Ling Quan hadn't cheated...if Qin Linlin hadn't listened to her father to have an abortion...

Countless wrong choices brought them to where they are today, but if they do it all over again, will the choices be different?Different choices, will they really bring them to an ending that everyone is satisfied with?

That's not how fate works.

Good choices may not necessarily bring good results, not to mention...there is no chance to do it all over again in the world.

Xiao Yang took a deep breath, and his eyes focused on the funny snowman again.

What others make him envious is that they always have joy in their hearts, even if they are wronged or under great pressure, it does not prevent them from releasing when they are happy.

And he probably has a backlog of things in his heart for too long, and he has lost the ability to release emotions in daily life.

At this time, Lang Zhongming went to a meeting, knowing that there were no bystanders, Xiao Yang could hardly feel at ease, so he just stood up and walked around.

A thick layer of snow had already accumulated outside the window sill, Xiao Yang opened the window and rolled a small piece in.

The cold touch is inexplicably not bone-piercing.Xiao Yang switched hands from left to right to play, supported his body weight on his elbows, and leaned relaxedly on the table.

When Lang Zhongming came back from the meeting, he saw this picture:

Xiao Yang's face was full of "doing nothing", playing in the snow resulted in ice water in his hands, and his skin became flushed...

Lang Zhongming raised his eyebrows, turned around and entered his office as if nothing had happened.

It's just that Su Huiyun's expression of "I've seen through all of this" made him uncomfortable: What's going on with this girl recently?

After entering the office, Lang Zhongming, who began to peep at Xiao Yang openly, turned the chair and smacked the man from head to waist until the table blocked his view, and he could no longer continue below the waist.

So the unwilling gaze began to scan upwards slowly again.

The waist is really thin... Did you eat well...

His back is so thin... I really want to wrap him in a duvet...

neck... ah... neck...

"Neck Control" Boss Lang heard the sound of himself swallowing saliva.

Up and up, back to the face.

The wound on Xiao Yang's face that was scratched by a pen from Ling Dewen finally began to fade recently, but at the moment the white background outside made it look more obvious.

This scar across his thin face is like accusing the Lang family of harming their master, it is the most intuitive evidence, and Lang Zhongming cannot avoid it.

Thinking about the problems mentioned in the doctor's physical examination report, which one was not brought to Xiao Yang by the Ying family?

Lang Zhongming was blaming himself, Xiao Yang turned back to his seat as if he was tired from standing.

His walking posture is a bit unnatural, probably because of the snow, and his arthritis has relapsed.

As soon as he sat down, Xiao Yang reached out and rubbed his stiff knees, frowning slightly.

I don't know if it hurts.

After work, Lang Zhongming couldn't wait to knock on Xiao Yang's office door: "Are you leaving?"

Xiao Yang responded coldly, locked the cabinet and door, and followed Lang Zhongming to the second floor.

Lang Zhongming looked down at the phone and said, "I've made an appointment with Ke Chen and Molly. I haven't seen them for a long time. Let's have a meal together and go to the mall to buy you some knee pads."

Xiao Yang glanced at him: "What?"

Lang Zhongming raised his head with a smile: "Knee protectors are used to wrap around the knees to keep warm."

Xiao Yang was taken aback for a moment, didn't say anything, just lowered his head.

In order to avoid the rush hour, Hongsheng got off work later than other units, and there was no traffic jam, and he arrived at a large commercial plaza nearby in a short while.

Lang Zhongming introduced while walking in front: "This is newly built by Ke Chen and his family. It has all the things and there are not many people. It is very comfortable to go shopping and eat."

Rao, there are not many people in this place on weekdays, but now it's meal time, all the restaurants are overcrowded, and there are long queues outside the popular restaurants.

If Ke Chen and Mo Li hadn't come to line up early in the morning, Xiao Yang would have turned around and left.

"You guys order first, I'll go buy something for him." Lang Zhongming pulled Xiao Yang into a seat, and then told Ke Chen and the others.

Xiao Yang knew that he was going to buy knee pads for himself, and he felt terribly embarrassed for a while, and he was always used to compromise, and now he dared not say "no" if he wanted to.

Seeing Lang Zhongming walking away with strides, he could only sigh.

As if she didn't expect the relationship between the two of them to become so harmonious, Molly opened her mouth wide and pointed: "You—you——"

Xiao Yang was obviously not that restrained in front of Molly. After rolling his eyes that were not obvious, he said nothing, lowered his head and swiped his phone.

Ke Chen understood Molly's taste, so he ordered a table full of dishes by himself, regardless of what Xiao Yang and Lang Zhongming liked to eat.

When Lang Zhongming came back, all the cold dishes had been served.

He stuffed the small bag in his hand behind Xiao Yang's seat: "I bought two sets, you can use them interchangeably."

Molly was curious: "What, what? Show me..."

Lang Zhongming was helpless: "It's just knee pads, what's there to see?"

Molly curled her lips when she heard it, and dismissed it: "I don't care for things used by the elderly~!"

Ke Chen slapped the table and laughed: "Hahaha, what kind of thermal underwear are you wearing? I remember that it says on the package that it is suitable for ages 40-60?"

Molly was embarrassed, and immediately blushed and tried to hit her.

Lang Zhongming looked at the good show in front of him, turned his head to look at Xiao Yang, and was taken aback.

This person didn't seem to be affected by the sweetness of the two, and he lowered his head and focused on the phone screen.

During this meal, Lang Zhongming chatted with Fa Xiaotian, but his attention could not be separated from Xiao Yang.

He was too quiet, didn't talk, and didn't serve food much.Except for the dishes that Lang Zhongming and Molly gave him, he only took out his chopsticks three times to the plate of cold seaweed in front of him.

For the first time, Lang Zhongming really felt how indifferent Xiao Yang has always been.