scapegoat

Xiao Yang walked into Hongsheng's building, and calmly followed the people who had the morning meeting into the elevator, completely unaware of the latecomers.

Su Huiyun probably reminded Lang Zhongming again. Seeing Xiao Yang approaching at this time, Lang Zhongming got up and greeted the opened office door: "Xiao Yang—come here."

For the first time, Xiao Yang experienced what it was like to be called into the office by the leader early in the morning. He took off his scarf and walked into Lang Zhongming's office nervously.

"Are you late again today?"

Lang Zhongming's expression can be regarded as amiable, even secretly smiling, but Xiao Yang blushed immediately.

Lang Zhongming put on a serious expression: "After all, it's a rule, don't always be late. You are the supervisor of the data department now. If such a purely clerical position is late every day, then I can't manage Hongsheng anymore, can I? "

Xiao Yang really wanted to ask when he became a supervisor, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was more serious: "When did Hongsheng have a data department?"

Lang Zhongming flipped his hands over: "I just decided to set it up, and you are the supervisor. Find a reason to raise your salary."

Xiao Yang rolled his eyes, thinking that his old face could already cook eggs.

Lang Zhongming said again: "If you really can't get up in the morning, then I will adjust your working hours later, and your off-duty hours will also be postponed."

Xiao Yang paused: "...No need."

It's not like he can't really get up.

It's just that Lang Zhongming didn't care about him before, and he didn't care whether to deduct money or not, so he became more and more casual.

Now that he has been taught so seriously by the big boss, he has a thin skin after all, and he has never experienced this kind of situation. He already wants to find a hole to bury himself in.

In fact, these days, he has faintly begun to realize that Lang Zhongming treats him really differently.

Not only stopped all humiliation and embarrassment, but also further showed respect and concern for him from every detail.

This made Xiao Yang wonder if Lang Zhongming drank fake wine.

Lang Zhongming saw that Xiao Yang's face was a little gloomy, and softened his tone again: "Actually, you got up quite early, but you took a little late to eat, and you have to take the bus again. I'll see you off later."

The expression on Xiao Yang's face instantly became more subtle, and he forcefully squeezed "No" from his throat to block it.

Lang Zhongming refuted him with a face of reproach: "Then what can you do if you are late every day, okay, get up early tomorrow and go out with me. Go back to work."

Xiao Yang: "..."

Back in the office, Xiao Yang thought of a more difficult task: changing the data system.

The previous materials were arranged in a simple and rough manner according to the timeline. After he took office, he made some optimizations, but he just wanted to find the files and pictures for himself.

It turned out to be fine now, and I accidentally carried such a big pot on my back.

Lang Zhongming suddenly asked him to classify according to authority, and also made the "public" a little bit. He really didn't have a clue, and he was very reluctant to part with the current data system.

Thinking of the futility of the efforts of the previous few months, Xiao Yang wanted to strangle the big boss opposite him to death.

The strange thing is that Lang Zhongming insulted him in every possible way before. He didn't know if it was because he had been in prison for a long time. Apart from his own emotional depression, he was not as he is now. The root of the tooth itches with hatred.

It was as if the stagnation that had accumulated in his body for many years suddenly found a gap, and he couldn't wait to slip out.

Maybe even Xiao Yang didn't realize it, but after leaking his dissatisfaction, he seemed to be more like a real person than before.

On the other side, Lang Zhongming was also quite pleasantly surprised by the recent achievements.

Although Xiao Yang is still mostly indifferent on the surface, his eyes can't deceive anyone.Dissatisfaction with some of Lang Zhongming's decisions, occasional eye rolls...all never happened before.

It turns out that this person can relax a little as long as he guides him a little, and he doesn't have to be so tense as when he just came back.

And the relationship between the two seems to be not as awkward as he initially expected.

After all, Xiao Yang has experienced too much in these years, and missed a full ten years of youth. Now he must slowly release the original him from the spiritual level, so that his future may improve.

Before that, the so-called "threat to the Ling family and Hongsheng" that he was worried about was actually nothing at all.

Xiao Yang is ignorant of worldly affairs, even if he has any ideas and means, can't he, Lang Zhongming, solve it?

He could tell that Xiao Yang cared about his current job very much, just like those newcomers who had just graduated from prestigious schools and had been in the job for less than half a year, they felt that they had great responsibilities in everything they did.

That being the case, he can use guidance to let Xiao Yang play more in his work. The greater the proportion of his social value in his heart, the more he will stick to the rules.

Lang Zhongming's superficial ability was also established through this method, and he was very familiar with this process.

Seeing Xiao Yang relax in the office, after staring at the freezer where the materials were stored for a full 5 minutes, he returned to his seat with a look of "nothing to love", then took out a large pile of white papers at his feet, and went to Put it on the table.

Looks like it's about to start working.

Lang Zhongming blew his whistle in satisfaction, and then saw a manager of the marketing department next door walking towards him, and quickly stopped his childish actions, still the unsmiling Mr.

Xiao Yang buried his head there all day, and the draft paper was piled up enough to produce a booklet, and he finally found a more suitable sorting method.

When it was time to get off work, Xiao Yang, who was so tired that his eyes were blurred, was about to leave, but Lang Zhongming stopped him again.

Only this time it wasn't for work.

"Wait for me, let's go back together."

Lang Zhongming pointed to the reception sofa in the office with his pen, and motioned Xiao Yang to sit down.

"I still have a little finishing work here, and it will be over in a while. By the way, when Su Huiyun brought the gift box, I saw that you were busy, so I asked her to put your share with me, Nong."

With that said, Xiao Yang was forced into a big box.

Xiao Yang was a little confused: "What?"

Lang Zhongming smiled: "Don't you even read the calendar? Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. The administration has prepared glutinous rice balls. I'll ask Xiaofeng to cook them when I go back tonight. I'll have this for dinner."

Only then did Xiao Yang remember the days.

He was busy with the old man's funeral before, so he and Lang Zhongming took a few days off after the seventh day of the lunar new year, and didn't come to work until the first month of the lunar calendar.

Even if Lang Zhongming rests at home, he still has to intervene in Hongsheng's work, so he won't forget the date.

Xiao Yang is different. Without this job, he is just an idler with no sense of time.

Thinking back now, the atmosphere of the Lantern Festival was not too strong in the prison, and everyone was more or less relaxed after the New Year's Eve, so it wouldn't make these service-periods happy to think about leaving every day, right?

Tangyuan...it's true that I haven't eaten it for a long time.

After Lang Zhongming finished his work, the two each brought a box of glutinous rice balls and went home together.

Lang Zhongjin also came back early, and Xiaofeng cooked glutinous rice balls for the three of them before going back to the room to video chat with his family.

Lang Zhongming stopped him: "Don't you and Uncle Gong eat?"

Xiao Fengtou didn't return and said: "Eat already!" The door was closed before the words finished.

Lang Zhongjin frowned: "What happened to him?"

Xiao Yang remained silent, not wanting to tell them that the kid put a glutinous rice ball wrapped in a one-yuan coin in his bowl...

At night, the two brothers of the Lang family drank some wine and gathered around the sofa in front of the tea table to chat about their innermost feelings.

Lang Zhongjin has been a little damp these past few days, he is taking medicine to recuperate, and his spirit is not very good.Lang Zhongming saw that his younger brother was not as active as before, and he also knew how hard it would be for him if his grandfather, who had always loved him the most, was gone.

After all, he is also a person who has experienced it. When his mother passed away, he also felt that the sky was falling.

"Now that grandpa is gone, we are the only two brothers left in the family. You are usually...unhappy, or you are short of money, or if you have any troubles in business, you can tell me and I will help you. Don't worry. Carrying it alone, you know?"

Lang Zhongming is always the best brother in front of his younger brother.

The younger brother will naturally not be polite to his elder brother: "Then I want to put a statue of a witch hunting at home! It's the same height!"

Lang Zhongming smiled helplessly. He never understood the messy things in his younger brother's mind, and he couldn't keep up with the young man's footsteps: "Put whatever you want, as long as you use the place to put it, go and put it. When the time comes, call someone Help, don't come by yourself."

Lang Zhongjin jumped up happily: "Okay~!"

Lang Zhongming saw his younger brother happy, and he was also happy.

Anyway, let him face all the problems. He was originally trained to take care of the family business. My younger brother only needs to play games and live a comfortable life.

Then, Lang Zhongjin excitedly pulled him to talk about many things he couldn't understand, such as the artistic value and aesthetic expression of sculpture, and how impressive the classic images in Japanese works are...

It was past midnight when I went upstairs, but fortunately tomorrow is the weekend, so I don’t need to get up early.

I guess Xiao Yang would be very happy to have a holiday right after he started working.But he didn't have such a blessing, he had to deal with official duties even at home.

Just thinking about people, Xiao Yang came out of the room by himself.

After all, glutinous rice balls are made of glutinous rice, and the Ying family always likes to eat stuffed meat, so if you eat too much, you will get bored easily.

At this moment, Xiao Yang felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and because glutinous rice has always hurt his stomach, he could only go out to look for Jianweixiaoshi tablets.

Lang Zhongming recalled that gastric ulcer was also mentioned in the doctor's health report, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you going to the hospital?"

Xiao Yang raised his head silently, and rolled his eyes at Lang Zhongming.

Lang Zhongming pretended to cough in embarrassment, and then asked: "Then shall I pour you a cup of hot water?"

Seeing that Xiao Yang turned his head to look for medicine and ignored him, he could only pour water and bring it over by himself.

"How did you get this problem? I remember you used to have a good stomach..."

Lang Zhongming was puzzled, vaguely remembering that Xiao Yang used to eat hot and cold, sour and sweet together, and never tabooed his food, even if he ate watermelon and spicy duck neck at the same time, it would be fine.

Xiao Yang paused, and finally found the Jianweixiaoshi tablet from a pile of pill boxes.

While opening the package, he said softly, "Eating is irregular in the prison."

Lang Zhongjin said from the side: "No way, shouldn't meals be served to order?"

Xiao Yang shook his head, just said "sometimes not", and hurried upstairs to his room with the pills and water glass in hand.

Lang Zhongjin looked up at his brother: "Brother, don't you think Brother Xiao Yang looked a little strange just now? Did he get bullied in prison?"

Lang Zhongming was silent for a while, and said: "Don't worry about it, go to bed early."

It's just that he was really worried, so he called his drinking and meat friend——Qiu Ran as soon as he returned to his room.

"Young Master Qiu, it's been a long time since I've contacted you! The old man passed away recently, right? I'm so busy... Yes... Well, I'm here to ask you for someone's contact information. Don't you have a cousin who is in charge of logistics in the second prison?" Well, oh yes, it’s just him! Okay, okay, I’ll make a note of it.”

After hanging up the phone, Lang Zhongming was about to make a call. He looked at the time and thought about it.

That night, he had a dream, dreaming that Xiao Yang was hung on a big tree, fluttering with the wind, shouting "I'm so hungry...I want to eat..."

Holding it like this until the next morning, Lang Zhongming couldn't wait to call and ask.

That elder brother actually still remembered one incident, which may have something to do with Xiao Yang's stomach problem, but it's not known whether he really got the disease because of it.

"That's right. Our director sometimes exchanges with the one in the first prison. You also know that the first prison has dangerous prisoners. Naturally, there are many methods. After I came here, it seemed that Xiao Yang was slow to eat, so he deducted He had long lunches and dinners and was only given one meal a day."

Lang Zhongming was shocked when he heard it, and didn't dare to think about it: "And then?"

The person on the other end of the phone sighed: "Later, our medical staff issued a certificate to Xiao Yang, saying that he had a thin esophagus, and he didn't eat slowly on purpose. This matter is over. Let me think about it... There are almost two For many months, Xiao Yang only ate porridge and pickles in the morning, which is really pitiful."

Later, he couldn't listen to what the logistics brother said, "Sometimes the inmates would secretly leave half a steamed bun for him". He hung up the phone in a daze, feeling even more regretful.

He also made Xiao Yang starve.

And it was in such an extremely humiliating way that Xiao Yang didn't want to eat more, and he didn't even dare to drink water.

Xiao Yang must have met all the scum in the world, and he himself was the first one to bear the brunt.

Lang Zhongming called his family's personal doctor and asked him to come and see Xiao Yang tomorrow.

Fortunately, Xiao Yang is still young, there is still time for him to make amends and save anything.

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