scapegoat

All the work of years ago has been finished, and now the people who are left to sell the real estate are temporary employees. Apart from attending the year-end dinner tonight, Lang Zhongming has no responsibilities.

It's rare that the house is still quiet at 9:[-] in the morning, even Xiaofeng has just woken up, and the kitchen hasn't even started the fire yet.

Lang Zhongming took out a list he asked for from the doctor and said, "This is a nutritious meal for Xiao Yang. During the Chinese New Year, he doesn't have to leave his relatives. He can cook for him according to this list during the time he stays at home."

Xiaofeng treats Xiao Yang very well now, although he is not close to him, but he always thinks about it, and the frequency of making desserts for supper is greatly increased.

He took the order and began to look at it seriously, and he didn't even complain about coming here to help cook during the Chinese New Year.

The pile of New Year's goods that the old man bought in the supermarket before he fell ill can finally be used.

All morning, Lang Zhongming was posting this and that under the command of Housekeeper Gong, Xiaofeng was busy with lunch in the kitchen, Xiao Yang naturally slept as long as he could, and the whole Lang family was rarely in harmony.

But soon, this calm was broken by uninvited guests.

After getting together with Ke Chen and the others, the young couple began to run to Lang's house frequently.

Ke Chen complained to Lang Zhongming, and Molly stuck to Xiao Yang and talked about it, but none of them mentioned the shipwreck that year.

At this moment, the two of them were carrying a bag of lo-mei and a few bottles of beer, and they were standing at the door smiling meanly at Lang Zhongming.

Lang Zhongming was helpless: "If you want to come, don't tell me in advance, so that Xiaofeng can cook more dishes earlier."

Ke Chen handed the lo mei to Xiaofeng, looked around at the dishes and said, "I think it's all right, you guys cooked the dishes for three days, right?"

It's rare for everyone to stay at home for lunch today, Xiaofeng happily prepared several big dishes, and now the kitchen is busy with several pots, no wonder Ke Chen feels rich.

Lang Zhongming actually welcomes the two of them to come and play. He and Xiao Yang always have a heart-to-heart relationship. If anyone can spend more time with Xiao Yang and make him relax, Molly is probably the only one.

Molly is very generous in everything she does and speaks, and her heart is careful and sensitive. In addition, the only place Xiao Yang visited was Mo's house, so he can be regarded as an acquaintance.

Lang Zhongming coughed dryly and said, "Xiao Yang hasn't woken up yet, so you should spend more time with him in the afternoon. I'm going to be there last year at about 4 o'clock. You should stay a little later."

Ke Chen looked at him sympathetically: "Brother, among all the people of the same generation I know, you are the worst. Every day you are either going to work or thinking about work, and you will not be able to survive for a year."

Molly also echoed: "That's right, in fact, your subordinates definitely don't want you to go. They can enjoy themselves without you, but you have to go. It's really thankless."

Lang Zhongming tapped the girl's head: "I want you to talk too much! I may not be so busy for a few more years, maybe I will retire early, but you are relaxed now, and you will not be the same as I am now in a few years? "

Molly curled her lips and muttered secretly: "I don't care about those things at home!"

Ke Chen stroked Molly's hair, then turned to Lang Zhongming and asked, "Are you planning to give up the seat to your brother earlier?"

Lang Zhongming was taken aback: "It's not for him... Zhong Jin doesn't like these... I'm still thinking about it, let's talk about it later."

In fact, Lang Zhongming only recently started to think about quitting.

His ability to lead Hongsheng well does not mean that such a system itself is reasonable.For such a large enterprise, its rise and fall is related to thousands of households, and it should not be tied up in the hands of a single family.

It's just that it's not easy to change the status quo, and he still needs to think long-term.

At noon, Xiaofeng prepared a table full of dishes, and even made some pastries that were only eaten during the Chinese New Year, and put them out early.

"Taste the taste, everyone. If it tastes good, I'll make more. I can take it to grandpa on the eve of the New Year's Eve."

Molly couldn't wait to pinch one with her hands, and put the whole thing into her mouth: "Oh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Ke Chen smiled: "Swallow what's in your mouth before speaking."

Molly chewed for a long time, and finally she could pronounce the words clearly: "It's so delicious! The sweetness is just right, and the taste is just right! Xiaofeng mua~"

The little cook grinned happily after being praised, and decided to cook some for Molly's family later on.

Xiao Yang may have been awakened by the tempting aroma of food, and finally opened the door, and walked out with a cold face.

Molly knocked on the side of the bowl with her chopsticks: "Come and eat the brown sugar cake, it's delicious!"

Lang Zhongming frowned: "Why are you wearing so little? The heater in your room is turned on high, and it's much colder outside. If you wear like this, be careful not to catch a cold."

Ke Chen teased: "Then you can turn up the heating outside and make people wear more clothes at home, who is it~"

Lang Zhongming couldn't help defending himself: "He's driving too high, it's not good."

But after all, he finally found the remote control of the air conditioner and turned the temperature up a bit.

Recently, Xiao Yang gradually got used to Lang Zhongming's weird care, and calmly sat down to eat by himself.

It will be New Year's Eve in two days.

In the past, in the prison, many inmates would have family members to visit, and the higher authorities would organize activities, where everyone would get together to sing a song, talk about cross talk or something.

Xiao Yang has no talent. In the past ten years, he has made no other contributions except being pushed to recite a song "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" in the second year.

He has always been a spectator, not participating in cultural and artistic activities, but watching other people's "family reunion".

Now someone cooks a table of delicious dishes in front of him, with a friend like Molly chatting on the sidelines, it is actually the most lively festival in more than ten years.

Xiaofeng packed some vegetables into a thermos and sent them to Lang Zhongjin and the old man who were still in the hospital.

After two days of snowing, the snow is about to stop. Tomorrow Lang Zhongming is going to take Xiao Yang to accompany the old man, and let Zhong Jin, who has been tired for many days, go home to rest.

In the afternoon, the four of them started watching movies after dinner, taking out some classic old movies from many years ago.

Xiao Yang was not very interested at first, he seemed not used to watching movies, but as the plot unfolded, he gradually became serious.

The story developed to an embarrassing point, and Lang Zhongming even saw that Xiao Yang's nose and eye sockets turned red.

This person has always been so soft-hearted, even though he seems unmoved on the surface, he actually cares a lot.

In the evening, Lang Zhongming went to attend the annual meeting. Knowing that Xiao Yang didn't like crowds, he simply let him rest at home.

It's just that Xiao Yang has a lot of thoughts, Lang Zhongming has to speak clearly, otherwise good intentions will be regarded as malicious.

"At the annual meeting, everyone will be drinking and drinking, so you don't want to go. I'm tired. I'll help you participate in the game. If you get a prize, I'll bring it back to you. It just so happens that Molly and the others are here, so please entertain me."

Lang Zhongming's words were mellow and perfect, and he couldn't find anything wrong with it. Xiao Yang agreed with a deadpan face, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or dissatisfied.

Lonely as snow, Mr. Lang went out alone in the snow to deal with those subordinates who "disliked the enthusiasm on the surface".

Xiao Yang watched him walk out with a face full of reluctance, and smiled silently in his heart, feeling a sense of psychological balance.

"He who can do more work" is really the most deceitful old saying.

Molly and Ke Chen are very good playmates, they can turn upside down with lively people, and they can also be in a daze tacitly with quiet people.

Relaxing pure music played in the living room, Xiao Yang huddled on the single sofa and flipped through the set of commemorative novels brought to him by Lang Zhongming, while the young couple played Go.

There were three cups of Gaiwan tea on the Zen-like sunken wooden tea table, and Xiaofeng cut a piece of small pastry for each of them, as well as a small dish of peanuts.

The pleasant aroma wafts in the air, and the leisurely time also makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

This is the model that Xiao Yang used to like very much, but he hasn't realized it for a long time, and he almost can't remember what it feels like to be "cozy".

In the end, Lang Zhongming failed to bring back any prizes, and even he himself was dragged back by a salesman below.

Mr. Ling, who was so drunk, lay on his big bed without taking off his shoes and socks. Xiao Yang passed the door and took a look, feeling happy.

Sleep like a dog.

The next day, the snow stopped.

As the snow melted, the cold air made people feel even more piercing. Lang Zhongming asked Xiao Yang to cover up three layers inside and three layers outside before going out in satisfaction.

When the two arrived at the hospital, the old man had just woken up, and Lang Zhongjin was resting his head in his thin arms and acting like a spoiled child.

Lang Zhongming stopped outside the room without going in.Xiao Yang also stopped in his tracks.

The old man gave earnest instructions to his little grandson, his tone already trembling: "You little guy is just spoiled by us... Sigh, I don't know if it's good or bad for you..."

Lang Zhongjin replied with a playful smile: "Of course grandpa loves me~ It's a pity that my mother is gone, and my father is gone... Otherwise, this family should be better! Right!"

The old man sighed: "I don't live long, but fortunately your brother can still take care of you. Remember, don't wade in the muddy water in the company, just leave it to your brother. If you want to go to work, let me take care of you." Your brother will arrange a seat for you, and you can experience it.”

Lang Zhongjin was not convinced: "Why?"

The old man laughed for a while: "Too tired! You, just be happy and don't worry about such troublesome things."

Lang Zhongjin raised his head and hummed: "Anyway, brother loves me the most, so don't worry!"

The old man nodded again and again, and the wrinkles on his face also smiled: "Yes, yes, everyone loves you the most."

Lang Zhongming coughed dryly outside, and pretended to knock on the door: "Grandpa, what did you and your brother say to be so happy?"

The old man paused, and on the surface he still greeted the two of them with a smile, but his expression was not as comfortable as before.

That's right, Lang Zhongming is what he uses to maintain Hongsheng, Xiao Yang is an outsider, and only Lang Zhongjin is the child he really cares about. These days in the hospital, the old man just wants his grandson to stay with him, and drives Lang Zhongming back .

Even at this time, the old man did not agree with Lang Zhongming's request of "you don't have to go to work, let me stay with you for a night".

He knew that his life was not long, so he hoped that while he still had time, he could have a good talk with his grandson and explain some things.As long as Lang Zhongming came to his hospital bed to report every day, he would be satisfied.

Coming out from the old man, Mr. Ling who was driven home was languid all the way, making Xiao Yang, who saw it, couldn't help gloating in his heart.

Lang Zhongming actually wanted to stay, but no one would disobey the old man at this time.

The doctor stopped them in the corridor just now, saying that the results of the treatments these few times were very unsatisfactory, and the patients were worrying about this and that all day long, maybe it happened in the past few days.

The old man is quite respectable. Many old people can't even speak clearly when they are in this situation.

It's just that for a person who has lived a good life and controlled everything, is such decency meaningful?

After returning home, Lang Zhongming parked the car in the garage.

Xiao Yang quietly looked at the scenery all the way, but now he turned his head to look at him, and asked softly, "Are you still going tomorrow?"

Lang Zhongming didn't expect Xiao Yang to take the initiative to talk to him, he said in a daze, "It should be...you don't want to go?"

Xiao Yang shook his head: "No."

He just felt that Lang Dewen's last days were not long, so if he could send him... let him go.

Just as he was thinking, Lang Zhongming's cell phone rang like he was dying——

"Brother! Grandpa is suddenly unwell! Come quickly!"

The author has something to say:

Recently, I seem to be particularly out of shape _(:зゝ∠)_ It’s Chinese New Year, and there are a lot of trivial things, and I often don’t care about reading comments...