scapegoat

No one mentioned Qin Zhanbin's matter again.Xiao Yang didn't say anything, and Lang Zhongming didn't ask.

The life of the Lang family remains the same.

Work and residence came and went repeatedly, even Xiao Yang seemed to fade away from the anxiety brought about by the prison, and became an ordinary person in a civilized society.

But Lang Zhongming still noticed that he still didn't have a good appetite and often had restless sleep.

On the day of the botanical garden event, Lang Zhongming finished his work early and dragged Xiao Yang over after work.

While sitting in the car and rushing to the destination, Lang Zhongming handed Xiao Yang the brochure of the whole garden that he had brought back in advance as if offering a treasure.

"This garden is a bit far away, you can study it first on the way."

Xiao Yang hasn't cared about plants for a long time.

After all, in the past ten years, he couldn't even take care of himself. He only had labor and obedience in his life, and the rest of the pastimes had nothing to do with him.

I remember when I was a child, my mother often took him to visit the bird and flower market in C City. All kinds of orchids and succulents grown at home filled the balcony and the bay window of the bedroom.

Perhaps his interest in gardening was cultivated from then on.

It's a pity that Lang's family is used to leaving such trivial matters to the servants, and they don't like to have plants in the house. Except for the carved dead things in the old man's house, most of the other things come from modern materials.

According to the brochure, the botanical garden that Lang Zhongming wanted to take him to had an astonishingly large area, and even used several sheds to create four seasons, and many out-of-season plants were said to have bloomed.

Xiao Yang became interested after watching it, and Lang Zhongming didn't bother him, so he just focused on looking through it.

On the surface, Lang Zhongming was driving the car seriously, but secretly glanced to the side from time to time.

In recent days, he has found that he likes to see Xiao Yang's expression more and more, as if he has temporarily hidden his gloom, and his mind is only full of what is in front of him.

It was the same when I was sorting out materials in the office, it was the same when I was reading novels in the bedroom, and it is the same now.

Lang Zhongming specially arranged this trip, just to repair the relationship with Xiao Yang and improve the negative points in the past.

It just seems that things are not going as smoothly as he thought.

The first thing that broke his perfect plan was the turbulent crowd in the botanical garden.

He ignored the fact that today is Valentine's Day, coupled with the activities held in the garden, it attracted a large group of romantic men and women, filling the originally empty garden to the brim.

Seeing Xiao Yang's not-so-good face, Lang Zhongming was so regretful that his stomach turned green.

I drove here for 2 hours on purpose, I can't just go back in such a desperate way.There is no way, Lang Zhongming can only protect Xiao Yang as much as possible throughout the whole process, and isolate him from the people around him.

Fortunately, after passing the entrance, because there are many different venues inside, the crowd of visitors is not so concentrated after diversion, and the crowding degree has also eased.

Lang Zhongming's arm was wrapped around Xiao Yang's back, trying not to touch him while also preventing others from crowding him: "Which way to go first?"

Xiao Yang glanced at Lang Zhongming uncomfortably, and flipped through the booklet in his hand: "Let's go to the special garden."

The characteristic garden is the most prestigious venue here. It is full of hybrid varieties or special varieties cultivated by the owner himself. The ornamental and rarity are incomparable to other venues.

It was already very late when the two of them arrived, and the garden would be closed at 22:[-], so Xiao Yang naturally hoped to visit the most valuable garden first.

All kinds of characteristic plants show different postures in the cultivation soil on both sides, either wide or delicate, and each plant has its own style.

And some are particularly perfect, grown individually in beautiful ornamental pots.In another corner, there are many succulent plants placed in twos and threes among pieces of rotten wood, which looks very interesting.

On the one hand, Xiao Yang was attracted by many species he had never seen before, and on the other hand, he couldn't avoid being uncomfortable with the crowd, not to mention that there was Lang Zhongming following him step by step.

At this time, different emotions were mixed together, which made him unable to concentrate on appreciating the whole process of walking from one end of the garden to the other.

Lang Zhongming naturally noticed this too.

He didn't expect that there would be so many people, and he was a little annoyed for a while.

If I had known it earlier, I would have chosen a weekend and brought Xiao Yang over early in the morning, so that I could slowly enjoy the whole day.

It was because he didn't think carefully, which caused Xiao Yang to come here so rarely but couldn't do his best. He could only do his job as a bodyguard, which should be regarded as compensation.

After leaving the characteristic garden, there is a beautiful square outside, where many flowers are placed in a concentrated manner.

This was a good thing, but it just attracted some photography enthusiasts to shoot with cameras on the side.The moment he saw the camera, Lang Zhongming clearly felt Xiao Yang's stiffness.

For Xiao Yang, the dark lens is probably a psychological shadow that will be difficult to get rid of in his life.

Lang Zhongming's heart sank, and he once again deeply felt what it meant to be "too late to regret".

He used this thing to severely insult Xiao Yang...

Xiao Yang stared blankly at the camera closest to him for a long time, his eyes were full of horror, his whole body tensed up, but he seemed to be rooted.

Until Lang Zhongming grabbed his arm.

"Let's go and have a look at the other side."

Lang Zhongming lowered his head and whispered in his ear, his voice was lower than usual, as if he was trying to appease, but also seemed to be mixed with a little tenderness.

Xiao Yang's eyes flickered twice, and finally he stopped looking at the cameras, and was dragged by Lang Zhongming to the bamboo garden behind.

Fortunately, there were few people in the bamboo garden, so Lang Zhongming bought Xiao Yang a cup of hot cocoa at the canteen, and Xiao Yang walked around a few times holding it, and finally regained his composure among the bamboos all over the garden.

Lang Zhongming didn't dare to say anything, he could only accompany him silently, walking slowly and aimlessly on the bluestone road.

This may be the quietest place in the whole garden. As soon as everyone came in, they seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, and consciously lowered the volume. The hustle and bustle outside highlighted the tranquility of the bamboo garden.

Seeing Xiao Yang slowly returning to normal, Lang Zhongming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Today's "Journey to Harmony", which was originally used as an apology, was not too bad after one or another unexpected situation disrupted the situation.

At the end, Xiao Yang also received a small dark gold lucky bag from the staff.

There were three small seeds in the lucky bag, and Xiao Yang carefully held them up through the bag to see.

While looking for the car, Lang Zhongming glanced at it: "It seems to be asparagus."

Xiao Yang looked up at him in a little surprise, as if surprised that he recognized him.

Lang Zhongming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There is a sign on the place where the gift was just delivered, I won't forget it so soon."

It was only then that Xiao Yang remembered that there was indeed a sign in that place, which marked the identification methods of several plant seeds that might be obtained.

It is probably because Lang Zhongming's position in his impression is that he is ignorant and incompetent, and he finds it amazing to know something unusual once in a while.

Not to mention the exhaustion of the journey, and having endured the strangers and all kinds of frights all night, Xiao Yang was really tired.

Fortunately, the three seeds he got at the end made him quite happy.

Lang Zhongming looked at his expression, and said tentatively, "You can also plant it in your own room if you want to. Ask Xiaofeng to buy some pots for you. If you want to plant it in the office, just ask Su Huiyun to buy it."

Xiao Yang paused and nodded slightly.

Not long after getting into the car, he slowly fell asleep holding the little lucky bag.

Looking at his sleeping profile, Lang Zhongming felt an inexplicable feeling for no reason.

In fact, there is always a special temperament in Xiao Yang, which makes him unable to bear to pay attention to it.

It was like this when I was a child, seeing his timid and cautious appearance, I wanted to protect him, and sometimes even confused the roles, always thinking that I was his brother.

It is also now...after overthrowing the original prejudice and guarding, Lang Zhongming can no longer pretend to turn a blind eye to Xiao Yang's fragility, unbearable and almost autistic introversion.

While wanting to help him and protect him, something else is slowly taking root.

Lang Zhongming exhaled lightly the breath accumulated in his heart, and turned up the heating in the car.

After arranging for so long, he didn't expect that today not only did not solve the original trouble, but it also added more troubles to him.

The traffic on the road that has already fallen into the night is gradually thinning out, but this is only the situation in the suburbs, and it is still congested after entering the urban area.

Lang Zhongming enjoyed the rare and smooth traffic, so he decided not to create trouble for himself.

Perhaps, he has already regarded Xiao Yang as his family - as early as more than ten years ago.

A lot has happened in these ten years.

All of a sudden, he lost his mother, and his father became the person he least wanted to see in the whole family. The younger brother gradually grew up, and lost all the care and love from his grandfather...

Then his father passed away suddenly, and he was suddenly pushed to the forefront. Whether Hongsheng can continue to exist as the face of the Lang family depends entirely on him.

Fortunately, he did not disappoint in this matter.

When he was almost overwhelmed by the huge pressure, no one in the family could share his troubles, and he realized that the only person he had nothing to say was sent to hell on earth by his own hands.

After realizing this, he often felt fear and guilt, and one day he was even bored by work. He drove to the gate of the second prison, eager to see Xiao Yang.

But he held back.

Later, he was very satisfied with his choice that time.Because after completely leaving Xiao Yang, he also grew up completely, and with his own strength, he firmly held Hongsheng and supported the Lang family.

But looking at it now, he doubts whether such a result is really good.

Even if he visited Xiao Yang once or twice, probably everything would be different afterwards, and his own attitude towards Xiao Yang would be different when he first came back.

It's just that no one can go back to the past.

After arriving home, Lang Zhongming gently woke up Xiao Yang.The two entered the house.

Everyone else was asleep, and the lights were left on for them in the living room. Xiaofeng's note was pasted on the table, saying that if you are hungry, you can take out some dishes from the refrigerator and heat them up.

Today's dinner was eaten in a hurry, Lang Zhongming originally wanted to ask Xiao Yang to have some supper, but he gave up when he saw his tired expression.

Xiao Yang was so sleepy that he clasped his hands together and yawned big.

Lang Zhongming smiled: "Go to sleep, I'm so sleepy..."

Xiao Yang agreed and walked upstairs, but Lang Zhongming froze in place.

I hadn't noticed before that this person's sleepy-eyed look had a special smell, and his tone of voice, which was neither cold nor cold, was softer than usual...

Lang Zhongming thought wildly downstairs for a long time, and finally thought messily: Have I been abstinent/sexual for too long?

Laughing self-deprecatingly, the young talent holding the largest real estate company in City C - Mr. Lang - ate a biscuit lonely in the middle of the night.

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happy New Year to all! ! !