Chentan's Memories

No.30 Thrice General Lin Lang Rejected

The leading doctor briefly felt the pulse, asked Lin Lang a few words about Tang Yushu's symptoms, and said that he wanted to drive out the miscellaneous people.

Lin Lang wanted to guard Tang Yushu by the side, but he couldn't break free from Zhang Qian, so he just said "Don't worry, don't worry..." and led him out of the door.

Settling Lin Lang to sit on the porch, Zhang Qian rubbed his swollen temples to comfort Lin Lang and said, "Don't worry—these doctors are living kings of Hades, and they can be pulled back when they are out of breath—there is another one inside, which is from the old days. To see a doctor for the emperor!"

"En." Lin Lang's voice lost its former brightness, which made Zhang Qian feel unfamiliar.

His sluggish eyes turned around belatedly, and when he spoke, he tried to make himself laugh a little bit, as if shouting to himself: "I'm not afraid at all——Tang Yushu's life is terrible. How can it be possible to break it here? It’s hard to open the restaurant these days, and it’s going to be a good day in the future. How can God be so bad? How can he only make him suffer but not enjoy happiness? reason……"

After all, he still said that he had collapsed again, and he just lowered his head and gasped for breath—like a silent roar whose volume had been suppressed, trembling and helpless.

Zhang Qian looked uncomfortable, but couldn't think of any words of comfort.

When Zhang Qian thought of his elder sister—that is, when Lin Lang's mother passed away, the young Lin Lang had the same reaction.

From the announcement of the obituary to the funeral, Lin Lang didn't shed a single tear.It's like when you shoot an arrow past the rabbit's ear while hunting, it will be petrified, unable to recover, just stiffen its body and stand still, letting you catch it.

On the night when he was buried and returned to the mansion, Zhang Qian led him into the gate of the Lin mansion - he could always jump over the high threshold on weekdays, but Lin Lang couldn't stretch his feet that day.After being stumbled and dawdled in front of the threshold for a long time, the young child suddenly cried and gasped for breath, as if he couldn't absorb the need to survive even with all his might.

Ordinary always shows a lofty pride, so the downcast posture after being frustrated is even more worrying.

Half an hour later, the door of the west wing opened.

First, Li Bao walked out leisurely, holding a small porcelain figurine in his hand, looking at it and teasing it.

Lin Lang looked up at him, and before he could blurt out the question, Li Wei asked first: "Is this you?"

After Lin Lang nodded, Li Bao looked back at the things in his hand playfully, and said with a smile: "You are not as good-looking as this doll."

Lin Lang didn't have the energy to answer his words.

On this occasion, the smile on Li Bao's face could no longer arouse Lin Lang's anger, and he raised the corner of his mouth slantingly: "It's not good to tell you this at this time—but, his illness is expected to be You can't cure it."

After breathing for a while, Lin Lang finally spoke smoothly: "You don't need to talk too much—just save him. I will ask my father for the money—my family has money, and I can afford it!"

After hearing this, Li Bao laughed out loud, "I'm not poorer than you. Young Master Lin, money is not everything—some panacea, if you have power, get it from the palace."

Lin Lang ignored his provocation, and only asked the question he cared about most: "Can you get it?"

"I am a first-rank hussars general—the general of Tang Yushu." Li Bao threw the little porcelain doll in his hand on Lin Lang, walked around the beams in the corridor, and patted the back of Lin Lang's head frivolously: "Tang Yushu's I'll treat him with this life—it depends on whether you are willing to pay me back the cost?"

"I'll still—you can negotiate the price." Lin Lang didn't hide, and let Li Bao's humiliating gesture fall on him.

After hearing this, the young man agreed without any counter-offering, and Li Bao was amused again. He laughed for a long time before turning down the corridor and standing in front of Lin Lang.Bending down to face Lin Lang, two pairs of cold phoenix eyes faced each other—one pair was chaotic and bewildered, the other pair was bright and deep: "I'm not taking advantage of the fire—but, Young Master Lin, you are too young, you don't even have the ability to protect him well." No."

Lin Lang pleaded guilty and pledged: "Yes."

"You keep him like this, you don't deserve to keep him."

Lin Lang nodded: "Yes..."

"So you go back to the Lin Mansion—this is what I promised your father, and this is also the condition I promised you to cure Tang Yushu."

Lin Lang stopped talking.

Li Dao was not in a hurry to speak, he just stood up straight and backed away a few steps, reached out and touched the discolored beam under the corridor, then withdrew his hand, and rubbed the ashes on his fingertips a few times.

"I..." Lin Lang's opening drew Li Bao's attention.

He stood up abruptly: "I can give you money, do you want this restaurant? - If not enough, I will ask my father for it..."

As he said that, he suddenly knelt down and reached out to grab Li Bao's court boots, and the red velvet hairpin, which had been unknotted earlier, rolled to the ground.

Zhang Qian's brows and eyes twitched, and he couldn't bear to look at Lin Lang any more, so he only cast his eyes on Li Biao—and when Li Biao looked at him, there was no smile on his face.

He was not moved at all by this young man who broke his self-esteem and begged.

Zhang Qian couldn't hold back his tears, so Zhang Qian turned his back on him—he knew Li Bao's personality, he was as charming as Lin Lang, and he was just a nobody in front of him.

Lin Lang tapped his forehead on Li Bang's boots, and kowtowed frantically.

In the meantime, he used a bit of rationality to hold his strength—for fear that if he hurt Li Bao's foot, Tang Yushu's only life-saving straw would float away leisurely.

He wiped away the tears that fell on Li Bao's boots with his white sleeves, and begged hoarsely: "Please cure him, I can't live without him! There are very few people in my life who treat me sincerely... I detested him, scolded him, and beat him on weekdays... This is my retribution. But I finally heard him say that he recognized me yesterday, and he must be reluctant to leave me alone to die—— If you don't believe it, you saved him, you listened to what he said..."

"He recognized you?" Li Bao laughed out loud as if he had heard the nonsense of the ignorant child.

"Yes——" just blurted out the word, the remaining trace of rationality allowed Lin Lang to capture his emotions towards Tang Yushu from the strong possessiveness of the person in front of him.At that moment, Lin Lang realized that his intercession just now was not only unable to get him not to make things difficult, but seemed to add to the chaos.

In a hurry, he threw out words trying to redeem him without hesitation—"If you like him too——if he wakes up, I can let him follow you! As long as he wakes up!"

The dreary sky was broken by the first petals of winter snow that fell abruptly, which fell into the back of Lin Lang's neck, causing Lin Lang a sharp pain.

"Are you pitying me?" Li Bao's smile finally disappeared.

When he left, Lin Lang took only three things: the handprinted contract with Tang Yushu on the eve of opening the restaurant together, the crimson scarf and satin that Tang Yushu tied on his forehead all the year round and had faded, and the The little porcelain figure "Lin Lang" thrown on him.

Before leaving, he was allowed by Li Dao to take a look at Tang Yushu.

Looking at him on the couch with a pale face, a golden needle pierced into his forehead, and his breathing was fairly steady and orderly, Lin Lang felt that he couldn't cry anymore.

Maybe it's all gone.

Feeling hopeless and helpless, but helpless.

In the end, I couldn't help but touch his cheek lightly, and was reprimanded by the doctor, "Be careful not to touch the needle."

It doesn't matter if you don't touch it.Lin Lang smiled forcefully at the doctor and walked out of the wing.

They followed Zhang Qian and got on the carriage back to Jinling.

Zhang Qian didn't dare to talk to him, but was busy persuading Shun'er - Shun'er was holding Chen Ni and would not let go, crying badly.

Lin Lang couldn't care about him, Lin Lang couldn't even care about himself.

As if his soul had been sucked away, he was only clutching the little porcelain figurine Tang Yushu bought, and stared blankly, his eyes scattered.

It was only when the car drove out of Chen Tan that Lin Lang suddenly came to his senses.

After distinguishing himself clearly, he grabbed Zhang Qian's wrist and asked, "Where is the general taking Tang Yushu?"

"I don't know..." Zhang Qian didn't dare to meet Lin Lang's eyes.

"Chengdu?"

Zhang Qian shook his head.

Lin Lang seemed to have never worked hard, and suddenly regained his strength, and the strength of pinching Zhang Qian's hand caused Zhang Qian's pain: "Uncle——we got out of the car from here and hid here. We will not go back to Jinling That's it! ——When Tang Yushu wakes up in a few days, okay, let's steal him out, and I'll go and spend time with him somewhere else, okay?"

Even though he was pinched in extreme pain, Zhang Qian didn't move his hands, but said slowly: "He is a first-rank hussar general, and we are just civilians..."

"If..." Lin Lang's mind was planning and calculating quickly, his eyes brightened after a while, and his words were so irritating: "If you kill a first-rank general, will you be beheaded if you are caught? - Yes Do you even sit? If you buy it—I remember that I have friends in Jinling who seem to have this kind of access—uncle, is it expensive? I... I don’t have any money here, so I’ll talk to you first. You borrow it, and I will pay you back in the future, if you want interest, you can do it!"

"Lang'er..." Zhang Qian didn't know how to deal with Lin Lang's aggression, so he just missed his eyes and hugged him.

The trembling from his thin body gradually calmed down due to the embrace, and suddenly, heart-piercing wailing came from his ears.

Zhang Qian also had nothing to do.

He suddenly thought of Lin Lang who followed him along the Silk Road at the age of 14.

When he left Gaochang that year, Lin Lang wanted to take the dog he picked up in Gaochang with him.But the Silk Road is difficult, and it is indeed a burden to bring an old dog on the road.On the day when I returned to the Central Plains, I persuaded the young Lin Lang to give up taking the dog with him on the condition that "if I don't take Dayu with me, when I pass Longyou, I will buy you a luminous pearl that is exactly the same as the one my mother brought when she was alive." Plan; Lin Lang who was driving that day was also the same as today.

The dog chased the car carrying Lin Lang for a long time, and Lin Lang kept looking at Dayu, whose figure was getting smaller and smaller, wailing instead of eating a mouthful of wind and sand.

Zhang Qian would be afraid—afraid that he would be the one who took Lin Lang away every time, so he must hate himself too.

But Zhang Qian also knew Li Bao's temperament - if he wanted something, he would shake the world and have to get it before he was willing to give up.