scapegoat

This day is really heavy for the Lang family.

The old man's condition suddenly worsened and he was sent to the emergency room. When Lang Zhongming and Xiao Yang drove back to the hospital, only Lang Zhongjin was left sitting on the chair outside in a daze.

"After you left, Grandpa and I were having a good conversation, but somehow...he just..."

Lang Zhongjin couldn't continue, tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Lang Zhongming stepped forward and hugged his sobbing younger brother, letting him cry in his arms.

Not long after, the door of the emergency room opened.

Several medical staff came out first, and the attending physician walked towards them with helplessness written on his face.

Xiao Yang really felt nervous and uneasy at this moment.I don't know what kind of information the doctor will tell them, is it critically ill?Slow down?still……

The doctor said in a soft and comforting tone: "The patient doesn't want to continue the operation, he wants to talk to you, you go in."

Lang Zhongming was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

The doctor said: "Actually, we are at the end of the day. The patient must be aware of the situation and offered to give up the treatment, hoping to have some time to wake up and let him explain his funeral. You should go in quickly, he has no time. too much."

Only then did the second son of the Lang family come to his senses, and rushed in hastily.

Xiao Yang was the last one and followed into the emergency room.

It's just that he didn't expect that the old man would be the first one to meet by name.

When Xiao Yang heard Lang Dewen's weak cry, he thought he had heard it wrong. It wasn't until Lang Zhongjin pushed him that he stepped forward to approach this sad old man who was only half a step away from death.

Lang Dewen firmly grasped Xiao Yang's arm, and said eagerly: "Xiao Yang...I'm sorry for the past...our family...ahem...our family owes you so much...forgive us...will you?"

Xiao Yang didn't say anything, and lowered his eyes, not looking at the old man begging.

No one can make him forgive if he says forgive, and his inner thoughts are his last freedom.

Xiao Yang didn't have much talent, and he wasn't tough enough to be decisive enough, but he couldn't tolerate Lang's family no matter what.

Maybe he couldn't pick up a weapon and stab Lang's family, but he wouldn't be able to treat each other with a smile.

Lang Dewen seemed to have expected Xiao Yang's reaction, so he just sighed and said, "I don't dare to ask for anything else...just... no matter what our children have done to you, please... see For the sake of us raising you up...don't...don't care about the bright side...okay?"

Xiao Yang knew that the old man was always worried that he would tell the truth about Lang Zhongming's crime, even at this time, he was still worried.

Xiao Yang buried his face in the shadows and said in a low voice, "I will not go back on the decisions I made in the past."

The old man wanted to say more, but stopped, as if he knew that it would be useless to say more.

Xiao Yang has no offensive power externally, but inside he is a fortress of iron and steel. The barriers that have been built up for more than ten years cannot be torn down by others just pretending to be pitiful.

In the end, the old man hesitated and let go, and reached out to his eldest grandson instead.

"Zhong Ming, come here..."

Lang Zhongming stepped forward and leaned down: "Grandpa, tell me, I'm listening."

"I entrust Hongsheng...all to you...you have to manage it well. This is the foundation that our ancestors have worked hard for generations."

Lang Zhongming agreed.

The old man said again: "Although I usually prefer Zhong Jin more, but in fact... you are all my grandsons, there is no reason not to love you, I just... just hope that Hongsheng can be in a firm-willed, thinking In the hands of an independent person, so as to avoid the situation that no one can take over after I leave. I know that now you can take Hongsheng down alone, and I am very... I am very relieved. "

The old man coughed a few times, but refused to drink water.He wanted to finish talking before leaving.

"I know that you are more business-minded than Zhong Jin, and you also understand the general situation and the overall situation. Your leadership and management skills are better than your father, so... I have always valued you the most. There is only one thing, I also I don't force you to marry a wife, but you must have someone who will succeed you, do you understand! Also...and treat your brother well, he...he is your only relative..."

Lang Zhongming stroked the back of the old man's trembling hand and said, "I understand, Grandpa, I know everything. Stop talking and rest for a while."

Lang Dewen let go of Lang Zhongming, and finally turned to his beloved little grandson.

For some reason, he couldn't say a word, but stared at Lang Zhongjin with red eyes.

Those cloudy old eyes contained too many things, it was the last emotion of a proud old man.He just looked at the most reluctant child in the world, breathing hard with the remaining strength.

Lang Zhongjin was so crying that he couldn't speak a long time ago. At this time, he could only wipe away his tears over and over again, patiently not to collapse in front of the old man.

Lang Dewen was transferred to the general ward to "wait for death".

Fireworks were set off outside, and it was New Year's Eve after zero o'clock.

Xiao Yang looked out the window, and couldn't remember the last time he watched the fireworks.

The gorgeous fireworks bloom and flicker in the night sky, and eventually they will inevitably fall.

How similar it is to human life!

At this moment, Lang Dewen picked up all the medical equipment in his body, leaving only the cotton on the back of his hand.

He opened his eyes, but he had lost focus, and seemed to be staring at the ceiling in a daze.Lang Zhongjin sat on the edge of the bed holding his withered hands, and stayed with him for the last moment.

Lang Dewen finally failed to make it to the New Year.

Amidst the sound of firecrackers in the sky, the pace of saying goodbye to the old leaves an old and useless soul, and strides forward.

Lang Zhongjin couldn't bear it any longer, and lay on the old man howling, while Lang Zhongming stood stiffly behind his younger brother, his face wet a lot.

So far, the Lang family has left one more.

In the next few days, the Lang family was silent, except for Lang Zhongjin's crying from time to time, there was no movement.

All the visits originally planned to be carried out in the New Year have been temporarily cancelled.

Lang Zhongming started to prepare for the old man's funeral.

When grandma died, he was still young, and he just followed his mother ignorantly.When his mother died, Xiao Yang, his healthy old man, and his newborn brother were by his side.

When his father died, he began to learn about funerals.

Now, the last elder is gone, and he has become the leader of the whole process.

Learning to send away family members one after another is the most helpless growth.

Langdwin's funeral was to be held a few days later, and those who had not been able to see him while he was alive came to pay their respects, as if they were really sorry.

This old man is not a kind and gentle person. When he was young, he had an iron fist and a heart of stone. He had more than twice as many enemies as friends.

At the end of the day, seeing that the Lang family's business is still thriving, even the new mayor, who hadn't met a few times, had to say goodbye.

Days like this are like putting on a show.

It wasn't until the small box for storing the ashes was put into the coffin and buried in the soil that the number of people began to decrease.

Lang Zhongming took out the slender box that had been stored in the office safe before, and when he opened it, there was a roll of paper inside.

"The Picture of Eight Horses", he asked the old man's former best friend to draw it.

It's a pity that the two of them had a bad quarrel afterwards. He still concealed his identity and spent money to buy this painting. In the end, he not only failed to reconcile the two, but also failed to give the painting to his grandfather.

It was only a few days after the painting was completed, but Grandpa couldn't see it.

Lang Zhongming put the "Eight Horses" full of regrets into the coffin.

The heavy lid began to close, and finally came the time when Yin and Yang separated.

Butler Gong aged a lot overnight, leaning on a cane to watch the young master do all this.

There are many shrewd and capable people in the Lang family, but Lang Zhongming is the most affectionate one he has met.If there were no influence from the previous two generations, he might be a very good person.

Several days passed this year before the three men of the Lang family sat at the same table and had a peaceful meal.

Everyone was silent, except for Lang Zhongming asking his younger brother and Xiao Yang to eat more food, there was not a word of unnecessary chat during the dinner.

Perhaps it was because the old man had always been in good health. They hadn't recovered from the period from being told of a heart attack by the doctor to being hospitalized, and sending him away on the last day of the year.

Everything seems to be a movie with the fast forward button pressed, which makes people caught off guard.

Perhaps this atmosphere will continue for a while, but fortunately many things are coming soon after the year.

Lang Zhongming is going to start working again, and Lang Zhongjin also needs to expand his business for his sculpture gallery.Once busy, the sadness will be somewhat diluted.

Part of the old man's personal inheritance was left to Hongsheng, part was given to the sculpture gallery of the young grandson, and some was left to the two grandsons individually.

A small amount of the remaining amount was donated to the government, and a fund was named after Lang Dewen to reward citizens who have made outstanding contributions.

The old man's charitable amount was not large enough, so Lang Zhongming made up part of it himself, and gave his grandfather a good reputation outside.

It's just that fame is for the living to enjoy. It's useless to add such honor to Lang Dewen. He's already buried in the ground, and some things don't concern him anymore.

Thinking of these, Xiao Yang felt nothing but sadness in his heart.

After dinner, Xiao Yang wanted to go back to his room to rest, but was stopped by Lang Zhongming.

"Wait a minute, I will tell you about the improvement of the reference room that I asked you last time."

Xiao Yang didn't expect Lang Zhongming to tell him about work.This feeling was very special, something he had never experienced before.

"I thought about it. In the past, the function of the reference room was only for archiving and daily calls. Generally, when you hand in the application documents, you have to wait for a long time to find the required materials. Now you are much more efficient, but I hope it can be more popular. You can According to the authority, provide some people with the possibility to use your system to find information independently."

"According to authority?" Xiao Yang was taken aback.

This means that his current arrangement has to be changed.This is not an easy project.

Lang Zhongming smiled: "Why? Do you want to question the boss' decision?"

Xiao Yang shook his head, rolled his eyes and turned back to his bedroom.I don't have any thoughts other than "SB leadership".

In the evening, Xiaofeng cooked beef soup for Lang Zhongming and Lang Zhongjin, and also cooked a portion for Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang ate the soft beef inside, and remembered that when he was a child, his mother would cook pig's trotter soup every weekend.

At that time, he only loved meat and always disliked side dishes such as beans.Now he can't eat much meat anymore, he feels full after a few mouthfuls.

When Xiao Yang took the bowl down to Xiaofeng, he gave a rare grateful smile.

The next day, Lang Zhongming went to the company early, and Xiao Yang overslept again, squeezing the bus to Hongsheng.

Without the old man, the Lang family will get back on track, just like many times before.

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