scapegoat

Xiao Yang didn't know how long he stayed in that narrow space, until he heard the sound of the door opening again, he felt goose bumps all over his body, and his heart beat heavily and fast against his chest.

When the familiar smell came from Lang Zhongming's body, he felt for the first time, "Fortunately, it's him".

"Yo, can't sit still?"

Lang Zhongming smiled and pulled him out, half pulling and half hugging him, and picked him up and put him on the computer keyboard.

Seeing him like this, Lang Zhongming softened his heart, pulled him off the table and carried him over, begging him once in a hurry from behind.

After finishing, Lang Zhongming himself felt that it was not enough. What surprised him was Xiao Yang's physical reaction, which seemed to be trying his best to keep him.

"It's inconvenient here, and I still have work, you go home and wait for me first." Lang Zhongming put on the pants for Xiao Yang, then wrapped his arms around his waist, let him sit on his lap to rest for a long time, He also took him into the elevator himself.

Xiao Yang has been tossing around for most of the day, and he can tell what's going on at a glance like that. Everyone in the company pretends to be watching, but they have already exploded in secret.

Xiao Yang didn't know what supported him all the way to the station, and he didn't know why he didn't faint on the bus. He just went to Lang's house with a single muscle, and his mind kept repeating the disgusting look just now.

He knew something was wrong with him.

The road from the bus station to the Lang’s mansion is still quite long, and it usually only takes 20 minutes to walk today.

When the wind picked up, Xiao Yang flinched, and suddenly lost the courage to go back to that hell.

His body still wanted to wait for the devil to satisfy his ugly desires, and the wind blowing along the way did not relieve this urgent need. He couldn't control himself, felt ashamed and disgusted, and suddenly collapsed.

Xiao Yang vaguely remembered that there was a small road on the way, leading to a water pool.

The pool is not deep, but there have been a few live wires in it all year round. This is the place of Lang’s family. Usually no one passes by.

Xiao Yang walked across the mud with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and walked towards the water pool.

He was about to approach the barbed wire fence, but Xiao Yang heard someone calling him.

I don't know if it's an auditory hallucination, but the voice is very similar to Lang Zhongming when he was a child, with a special vitality and concern for people.

Xiao Yang stopped.

"Brother Xiao Yang—come back—"

It's Lang Zhongjin.

When he was dragged back to the house and sat down, watching Lang Zhongjin drive Xiaofeng and Gong Butler to do something, and pour him a cup of hot water, Xiao Yang was in a daze for a while, as if the Lang Zhongming deep in his memory had returned.

Xiao Yang's parents died to save Lang Zhongming's parents, so when Lang Dewen first brought Xiao Yang back to Lang's house, Lang Zhongming treated him very well and protected him in every possible way.

It's a pity that this kind of maintenance and care disappeared after he became more thoughtful.

The two brothers of the Lang family don't usually look much alike, but there are some temperament and character things that are really carved out of the same mold.

Xiao Yang didn't know if he didn't die this time, so he just fell into their hands.Or the whole Lang family is his nightmare.

"Brother Xiao Yang...you went there just now...what do you mean..."

Lang Zhongjin was ignorant, but he was not stupid. He was as smart and astute as his elder brother. He could tell what Xiao Yang was trying to do just now.

Seeing that Xiao Yang was silent, Lang Zhongjin pulled out a chair beside him and sat down: "Brother Xiao Yang, I know you are alone now, without parents, we are outsiders after all, and my brother... oh... he is really... But Xiao Yang elder brother!"

Lang Zhongjin became excited while talking, "You finally came out, don't you want to live a good life? The days will be long in the future, maybe one day you will be able to go out independently, and you will meet the right person to accompany you, yes wrong?"

Xiao Yang laughed at himself, but didn't answer.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Lang Zhongjin hesitated, and said something that Xiao Yang never thought of: "If I say...your parents might have been killed?"

Xiao Yang was stunned and stared blankly at Lang Zhongjin, not knowing why he said that.

"Brother Xiao Yang, I'm not sure about this, but in fact... Maybe it wasn't your parents who wanted to give up the position to my parents back then... Have you ever thought about it?"

Lang Zhongjin's words struck Xiao Yang's mind like lightning.

"You... can't..."

Lang Zhongjin's childish face suddenly approached: "Brother Xiao Yang, what if my parents forcibly robbed your seat, or even directly killed your parents? Don't you want to know the truth? Are you still acting for my brother?" After carrying so many scapegoats, do you want to carry on like this forever?"

Xiao Yang finally regained his sanity and said, "Why did you tell me this? Are you not afraid that I will retaliate against you?"

Lang Zhongjin smiled, showing his naive little tiger teeth: "I believe Brother Xiao Yang will not blame us for the sins of parents, but I just hope Brother Xiao Yang, you can have the motivation to live, and when you meet a good person in the future Now that you have a new life, maybe you have to thank me~"

Xiao Yang hesitated: "How confident are you in what you said? Or are you just lying to me?"

Lang Zhongjin patted his chest: "Of course I said that because I have always had such doubts. Anyway, I told you my guess. Believe it or not."

Xiao Yang got up and thanked Lang Zhongjin, and went back to his room silently, cleaning up the remaining traces on his body.

Lang Zhongming was probably delayed by his business, and he came back a little late. Fortunately, there were biscuits at home, and Xiao Yang ate two, which was considered to make up for the physical exertion of the day.

When everyone arrived, Grandpa recovered a little bit of energy, and went downstairs to have dinner with everyone.

Xiao Yang ate with his head depressed, and the chopsticks were within the range of the small shadow cast by him.Grandpa saw it in his eyes and saw the scar on his face again. Thinking of what happened before, he felt a little guilty.

"Xiao Yang, eat more food, come."

Ying Dewen picks up vegetables for Xiao Yang.Xiao Yang kept avoiding his eyes and didn't call to stop, so the old man kept adding in embarrassment until there was no more pile in his bowl.

After Lang Dewen sat down, Xiao Yang bowed his head to eat again.

During the dinner, Xiaofeng brought soup and gave everyone one by one.

Lang Zhongming drank the bowl in his hand in one gulp, then snatched Lang Zhongjin's next to him to drink, and said, "This soup is not good, don't drink it."

Xiao Yang's heart skipped a beat suddenly: It is said that children inherit certain habits from their parents. Lang Zhongming can naturally snatch his younger brother's soup and send him away for any reason. Could it be that Lang Quan can't do that kind of thing? what?

But at this moment, he had no evidence, so he could only eat with his head down, swallowing all his suspicions.

After dinner, Xiao Yang went upstairs alone and returned to his room.

Lang Zhongming has an appointment at night, and he has already said that he does not need to "serve".He could finally lie down in bed and have a good rest, thinking about things carefully.

Lang Zhongming was not in a hurry to go back to his room, but instead called Xiaofeng.

"Really, you have been working in our house for so many years, have you forgotten that Zhong Jin is allergic to white radish? He puts too much of that bowl, do you want to poison him to death?"

Xiaofeng was startled: "Oh! I forgot!"

Lang Zhongming laughed angrily: "You have such a memory, you started to suffer from dementia when you were only a few years old, huh? He is allergic and he likes to eat very much. If I don't tell you, he will be like a normal person. He will eat before talking, and then go to the hospital later. Stomach lavage. Be careful next time, you know?"

Xiaofeng nodded to admit his mistake, and Lang Zhongming let him go.

Lang Zhongjin, who was hiding behind the door and eavesdropping, came out with a smile at this moment: "Brother~~~~You just let me eat it once~ Anyway, no one can die..."

Lang Zhongming patted his younger brother on the head: "How dare you? See if I don't kill you little bastard!"

Lang Zhongjin smiled "hehe", revealing his two canine teeth, making him look younger.

Xiaofeng watched his two little masters quarreling, and felt that the word "brothers and brothers respectful" was really confirmed. The Lang family was covered by Lang Zhongming with one hand, and everyone outside thought that Lang Zhongjin must be disobedient, and they might even think To replace it.

But in fact, they are such harmonious two brothers.

Xiao Yang lay alone watching the gradually rising moonlight outside the window, Lang Zhongming's arrogant scolding downstairs and Lang Zhongjin's cheerful laughter came from his ears, his stomach twitched.

The phone screen lit up, and it was a text message.

Xiao Yang picked it up and saw it was from Yuan Yuan.

"Actually, my grandpa has always missed you. A few days before he left, he was a little delirious. Many students came to visit him, but he kept saying that he always felt that one was missing. I know he was talking about you. Are you free? Come see him more."

The address of the cemetery was also attached to the text message. Xiao Yang looked at the screen and suddenly couldn't take it anymore, and buried his head in the quilt to feel pain.

Tears flowed across his face, Xiao Yang couldn't help thinking about the past, the old professor's care and expectations for him, before each class, he had to ask him "Is there any preview, is there anything he doesn't understand", and after class, he asked him Ask him "do you have any questions"...

When he took the blame for Lang Zhongming for the first time, the whole school spurned him, only the old professor still believed him, saying that he would definitely not do such a thing.

After entering the prison, the old professor came to visit him, and he always believed that his judgment would not be wrong.

Xiao Yang only felt that he was ashamed of his teacher and himself, that his life for so many years was just buried in the hands of an unworthy person.

Thinking about it, tears became even more uncontrollable, Xiao Yang shrank back, allowing his emotions to erupt quietly under the quilt.

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