scapegoat

The next day is Mid-Autumn Festival.

There are no holidays in Xiao Yang's biological clock, and he still wakes up at that time.

Even though his body was uncomfortable as if it was about to fall apart, he still got up and tidied himself up, and went to work honestly after breakfast.

Hongsheng has its own set of office software, and the notices of daily holidays and other matters are all on it.

Xiao Yang was naturally not in there, and no one informed him about the holiday yesterday. Based on the principle of making fewer mistakes, he still got to sit in the company.

The headquarters of Hongsheng Group, which was bustling yesterday, is now deserted, with a few sporadic people working overtime in it.

Xiao Yang went in as usual, ignoring other people's probing eyes, and went directly to his own first floor.

It is a good thing that there are fewer people, and Xiao Yang has time to organize the things at hand.

Although it is just to manage files, he still wants to treat it well.

Hongsheng's files are arranged according to the old domestic pattern, which was introduced by the previous old administrator when he first joined the job decades ago.

Xiao Yang learned a more scientific and practical method of filing from his tutor in college. It is very convenient whether he files or someone else checks the files, and the possibility of errors and omissions is much smaller.

Organizing files is actually a good job.

Those busy people who are in a hurry every day can't understand it. It's more calm to do such complicated, regular and logical things.

After finishing the adjustment and filing, the whole morning passed.

Xiao Yang looked at the cold documents in the cabinet and was quite satisfied.

Lang Zhongming was not around today, so he had the guts to ask about the meal.

Going up to the first floor, I happened to meet one of the group of people who were at the door when I got off work yesterday, who seemed to be a certain department manager.

The man stood in the hall with Xiao Yang, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he habitually started a conversation: "How about eating?"

Xiao Yang nodded, and asked by the way: "Is lunch in the cafeteria?"

The manager was surprised and said: "Boss Lang didn't explain to you? Ha, he must have been busy and forgot. Except for the salesman, we generally don't apply, and we are not allowed to leave the building at noon. We are afraid that no one will be there if there is an emergency." Deal with it. Lunch will be settled in the cafeteria, and I will take you there."

Xiao Yang thanked him, and followed the manager and another middle-aged man who just came into the elevator.

The canteen is on the top floor. It is said to be a canteen, but it is actually a small casual restaurant. It not only serves fast food box lunches, but also serves some special stir-fries.

"You have to swipe your meal card to eat here. Mr. Lang said yesterday that you are rich, and he didn't ask Su Huiyun to apply for a card for you. You can ask the cashier if you can use cash. We two are going to order first, and we have things to do later."

The politeness was in place, and the two seniors left in a hurry.

Xiao Yang walked to the cash register and asked the aunt with a dry smile, "Hello, can I buy meals here with cash?"

Auntie didn't even open her mouth, and shook her head with a smile.

Xiao Yang probably guessed the result earlier, thanked him, turned around and left.

To put it bluntly, isn't Lang Zhongming trying to punish him?

It is not that he has never been hungry in the prison. He was maliciously withheld from lunch and dinner for two months, and he has survived to this day.

The breakfast at the Lang's family was plentiful. He had a small appetite, and it was enough to last until mid-afternoon. Of course, it would be fine to be hungry for a few hours.

What's more, as far as his working environment is concerned, there is no one to supervise and no one to manage him. If he is hungry, he can take a nap and stay up until he gets off work.

After Xiao Yang figured it out, he didn't worry about food or not anymore, and plunged into his files again.

In the afternoon, the drowsy warmth penetrated into the basement through the concrete wall. Xiao Yang supported his head and played with his mobile phone, wondering when Lang Zhongming would lose interest in torturing him.

Thinking of this, the phone call from Ling's family came.

As soon as Xiao Yang picked it up, the old man Ying Dewen was opposite him.

The old man on the other end of the phone was not as gentle and loving as usual, but his tone was full of viciousness and sinister: "Xiao Yang, where are you now?"

Xiao Yang: "In the company."

The old man suppressed his anger: "Come back to me immediately, don't delay."

Xiao Yang was taken aback for a moment, thinking for no reason that a long time ago, it was the old man who called, asking where he was, and then telling him to go home.

After returning home, what greeted him was ten years in prison.

"understood."

Xiao Yang hung up the phone and walked out of the warm office.

There was a festive atmosphere outside, but the weather had turned cold after all. The cool wind blew past Xiao Yang's thin summer suit and shirt, and goose bumps immediately popped up.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, many students and working parties came out to go shopping, and the bus was more crowded than usual.

In the sweltering box car, he swayed to the station, perhaps because he had been "working hard" for several days and hadn't eaten lunch. Xiao Yang felt a little dizzy and almost couldn't stand up.

But it seems too early to fall down now, and there may be more suffering in a while.

Although the old man of the Lang family looked docile, he was still a person who was in the top position in the bloody storm, and he was no less ruthless than his grandson.

But Xiao Yang has no bottom line, he can bend his knees at will, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

The key given to Xiao Yang by the housekeeper did not include the big iron gate outside the villa. The iron gate, which was always open on weekdays, was rarely closed, so he stood at the gate and rang the doorbell.

Xiaofeng ran out in a hurry, the corners of his red eyes looked like he had been crying, and he gave Xiao Yang a hard look with water vapor.

"Get out of here! Grandpa has something to ask you!"

Xiao Yang was dragged by Xiaofeng's collar and pushed into the old man's room.

As soon as he entered, Lang Dewen's sharp and heavy pen came up.Xiao Yang's face was cut wide by the decoration on the pen cap, and blood began to ooze after half a second.

As the pen hit the wooden floor with a "clang", Ling Dewen's angry curses also followed.

"You! Shameless! Kneel down!"

In the era of the old man's iron and blood rule, it is common to behave like an emperor. If you ask someone to kneel, you have to kneel, otherwise you will break your dog's legs and listen to the training.

Xiao Yang didn't like to make trouble for himself, so he knelt down obediently.

"Last night—what did you and Zhong Ming do last night?!"

Xiao Yang shuddered, remembering the feeling of being pressed against the glass window and attacked all night.

Was it seen?

"Zhong Ming has always been in good health, why did he have a fever? Ah?" Ling Dewen was furious, as if he wanted to tear Xiao Yang apart, "How much loss will the whole Hongsheng suffer when he falls ill? How much risk do you face?" Do you know? Ah? He is the face of our Ying family! You actually caused him to have a fever?! Ah?!"

When Xiao Yang heard that Lang Zhongming was ill, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but sneer, on the surface he bowed his head to admit his mistake, and hoped that the old man would finish his anger quickly.

The rich aroma of wood is something he will never forget in his life. This room was the beginning of the nightmare, and now it is also the continuation of the nightmare.

The old man probably saw his "sincere attitude of admitting his mistakes", so he softened his tone a little: "I know your feelings for Zhong Ming, if he is willing, I won't care about you young people how to play, but such a thing, you can't Happened again!"

Xiao Yang replied in a low voice: "I understand, I will pay attention to it in the future."

The old man lost his temper and was tired, so he waved his hand: "Okay, let's go. Xiaofeng, let Zhong Ming rest well and don't let anyone disturb him."

Butler Gong came in to bring medicine to the old man, and the rest of the people left the room in an orderly manner.

Xiao Yang got out of the pile of wood and was about to go back to work when someone stopped him.

The person who greeted him was Lang Zhongjin: "Brother Xiao Yang, I'm sorry, I told grandpa that you were in brother's room last night... Grandpa asked me, so I just..."

Xiao Yang shook his head: "It's okay, I'm going back to work."

Lang Zhongjin was taken aback: "Go to work? Isn't today a holiday?"

Xiao Yang didn't say anything else, and turned his head to go out.

Lang Zhongjin stepped forward and stopped him: "Oh—brother Xiao Yang, wait a minute. Your face is bleeding, let me rub the medicine on you."

Xiao Yang wanted to say "no need", but he was no match for the young man walking like flying. Lang Zhongjin flashed past him with a hairy hair, and the man flashed into his room.

When he came out again, he had a small tube of ointment on his hand.

"It's anti-infection, and it also has the effect of removing scars, so it gets better quickly."

As Lang Zhongjin said, he wanted to wipe Xiao Yang's face very naturally.

Xiao Yang quickly took it and painted it himself.

He didn't want to be talked about, Lang Zhongjin would be everyone's darling, and all the faults would be on him.

The medicine is an out-and-out good medicine, and it feels cool as soon as it is applied.After applying it, Lang Zhongjin said again: "Brother Xiao Yang, you can use this tube of medicine and apply it. I have already prescribed a tube, and it is useless to keep it."

Xiao Yang wanted to leave here quickly and return to his neat and perfect data sorting system, so he nodded hastily, turned around and left.

Hearing Xiao Yang's voice going out, Lang Dewen sighed heavily: "I don't know in which life this kid got into debt... sooner or later he will ruin Zhong Ming."

Butler Gong waited on him: "What are you worried about, Master?"

Lang Dewen: "If he really still has that kind of affection for Zhong Ming, then this obsession itself is enough to harm Zhong Ming. If he didn't still like Zhong Ming but did this kind of thing, then... I You have to wonder if he is deliberately retaliating."

Steward Gong's expression immediately became fierce, like an old leopard protecting a calf: "How dare he?!"

Lang Dewen lowered his head and rubbed his medicine: "I'm old, what dare they young people do. It's like before you were in charge of this house, dozens of servants were no problem, now there is only one Xiao Feng, can you control him?"

Butler Gong fell silent.He started with Yun Dewen as the master of the family, and he was the head of the family.He also experienced it when the Ying family was at its most prosperous, but it is a pity that only one family is left in this old place.

"But Xiao Yang is an outsider with no interest after all, and he has no other relatives or friends. What's the problem for the master to take care of him?"

A trace of guilt flashed across Lang Dewen's eyes: "In the end, our family owes him..."

Steward Gong frowned and expressed his disapproval: "If you say you owe him, you owe him to his parents. You have raised him for them all these years, provided him with food and clothing, and if he is not satisfied, it is his fault."

Lang Dewen: "But after all, he also stands for Zhong Ming..."

Butler Gong pinched Ying Dewen's shoulder: "Master, he did it because of his own disgusting little thoughts, not to repay your kindness of nurturing. His parents saved Master and Mrs. Quan, He also saved the Second Young Master, who was not yet born at the time, but if you talk about him, Xiao Yang, it doesn’t do us that much kindness to the Ying family.”

"Well... that's right... I just hope that he won't hold grudges all the time. Now that he's out, he can live a good life. What kind of life he wants to enjoy, we can give it to him."

Xiao Yang didn't care what the family surnamed Ling thought of him. He took the bus back to Hongsheng, stood at the door and stared at the magnificent company building for a long time.

This place is the dream of many fresh graduates, a long-term partner of the government, and the pride of the entire city of C.

Now, it has also become his spiritual sustenance.

Records management is far more respectable than the cheap processing and packaging work done in the second prison.

He took a deep breath and was about to walk in when the phone rang.

The caller was from an unknown local number.

"Hey?"

A crying female voice rang through the phone: "Is it Xiao Yang? I'm Yuan Yuan, Professor Yuan's granddaughter, do you remember?"

Xiao Yang was stunned, and it took him a while to talk: "How do you know my number..."

Yuan Yuan: "I asked the phone number of the family members registered in the prison. It is your housekeeper, he told me your number."

Xiao Yang suddenly smiled, feeling a warmth flow through his heart.

After all, there are still people in this world who care about him: "Is Professor Yuan okay?"

"Xiao Yang...Professor Yuan...he passed away..."

"What..." Half a word stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

how is this possible……?

Professor Yuan is such a good teacher... why is it gone...?

Xiao Yang felt dizzy for a while, Yuan Yuan cried and asked on the phone:

"Grandpa is going to have a funeral tomorrow, can you come and see him off? He misses you very much, he has always missed you very much..."