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On the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lan Jing followed Cong Lang back to the old house.

The old lady was preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen with the cooking aunt. Seeing the two of them, she happily raised her two hands full of flour and hugged each of the two precious grandchildren one by one.

"Is it cold if you wear so little?"

"It's not cold." Lan Jing smiled.

"Hurry up and get in the house. It's warm in the house. Grandma will bring you delicious food." The old lady urged.

"Where's my grandfather?" Cong Lang asked as he helped her walk.

"I'm doing rehabilitation on the top floor. You go to see it secretly. The old man won't let anyone see it." The old lady said with a smile.

Lan Jing and Cong Lang put down their luggage, and quietly went to the top floor. The old man was walking slowly and with difficulty in one of the rooms with the rehabilitation equipment installed, while Shu Mingcheng and the rehabilitation doctor were watching by.

"Grandpa can stand up now?!" Lan Jing peeked at the door, then turned to look at Cong Lang.

Cong Lang was also slightly surprised.

The two stared blankly at each other for a few seconds, then looked at each other, and suddenly laughed silently—this was the best gift for the New Year.

The old man turned his back to them, and didn't notice anyone coming, but Shu Mingcheng who was guarding by the side was very sharp-eyed, Lan Jing had just turned his head, and the corner of his eye caught sight of him.

"Look first, I'll go out for a while." He told the doctor on the opposite side, and then walked out from inside and closed the door.

"Why didn't you tell us such good news?" Cong Lang raised his chin towards the door.

Shu Mingcheng glanced at Lan Jing, who lowered his eyes and avoided his gaze.

"I was able to stand up just yesterday," Shu Mingcheng motioned the two of them to walk a little farther away, and then said, "Don't go in, the old man is going to get angry again, you go downstairs first, it's over in half an hour."

Cong Lang nodded.

The old man has a tough temper and he doesn't want others to see his embarrassed side. Shu Mingcheng begged for a long time before he reluctantly agreed to let him stay by his side.

There really wasn't much help here, so Cong Lang and Lan Jing went downstairs to the living room.

After the old man was rebuilt and Shu Mingcheng pushed his wheelchair down, the two of them found out about Shu Mingcheng's relationship with the second grandfather, and they found a very powerful Chinese medicine doctor to treat the grandfather's legs.

Acupuncture and moxibustion, combined with daily rehabilitation, actually had an effect after a few months.

Lan Jing felt both ashamed and happy. He looked at the old man and thought of the absurd things he had done in the past, and all kinds of feelings rushed into his heart.

Cong Lang next to him seemed to sense the change in his mood, lightly scratched Lan Jing's palm twice with his fingertips, and then blinked at him.

Lan Jing stared at him for two seconds, then slowly raised his lips, all the heat in his eyes dissipated.

The meal at noon is relatively simple. Grandma said that the heavy-axis dramas are all put in the evening, but now they are all the dishes that Lan Jing and Cong Lang like to eat.

Shu Mingcheng sighed from the sidelines, complaining half-feignedly. Originally, with Cong Lang, his status in the family plummeted. Now that he has an older grandson, he has no status at all.

When the old man heard it, the chopsticks hit his son's hand directly, telling him to eat or not to get out.

"Dad, anyway, I just waited on you to take a bath, isn't it a little fast for you to turn your face and deny people?" Shu Mingcheng was quite aggrieved.

"Ouch, it's shameless to compete with children, come here, come here, I'll give you a chicken leg."

The old lady cheerfully put the chicken legs into Shu Mingcheng's bowl.

"They are all in their twenties, and they are still children." Shu Mingcheng grinned while biting a chicken leg.

"A certain person is in his late forties, so he still has to act like a baby every day, isn't he grandma?" Cong Lang said teasingly.

The old lady nodded approvingly.

Probably because of being thundered by the word "act like a baby", Shu Mingcheng finally shut up and ate quietly.

After the meal was finished and the dishes were cleared away, grandma drove everyone to the room for a lunch break, and told Lan Jing to get enough sleep, and at night the whole family had to watch the New Year's Eve together, and it would be very late.

When Lan Jing came back with Cong Lang for the first time, he was still a little embarrassed, he was struggling with whether he should sleep in the guest room or where to sleep, but his grandma had thoughtfully placed double pillows for them.

Now Lan Jing was free of those embarrassments, and walked into Cong Lang's previous room familiarly. The quilt was just dried yesterday, and it was very fluffy and soft.

Lan Jing rushed over and lay down on the bed, Cong Lang followed the momentum and pushed up, his hands went under the sweater that was halfway up to his waist.

"Hiss—" Lan Jing flicked it, "Your hands are so cold."

He complained but didn't take Cong Lang's hand out, but pressed it under his stomach to keep him warm.

Cong Lang's slightly cool lips kissed from behind his ear, Lan Jing tilted his head, and kissed him together.

"I don't have time tonight, do it now?" Cong Lang asked while kissing, and he had already closed the curtains by pressing the remote control.

Panting sounded in the dark, Lan Jing grabbed Cong Lang's lubricant-stained hand and turned over abruptly, pinning him down.

"Brother Cong," Lan Jing parted his legs, lowered his head and kissed, biting the skin between his teeth and mumbled, "Let me do it this time, okay?"

Hearing this, Cong Lang moved slightly, and then spread out his limbs. It was a gesture of letting others do whatever they wanted, and Lan Jing's breathing became a little heavier in an instant.

But the process was not so smooth.

When Lan Jing lubricated and pushed himself into Cong Lang's body, he turned on the bedside lamp, and then saw Cong Lang's face pale.

Lan Jing thought he was nervous, and said a lot of love words to comfort him, but every time he went in, Cong Lang's face turned paler, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and finally he couldn't even breathe.

"Hey you"

"It's okay," Cong Lang gasped, "continue."

Seeing him suffer like this?Lan Jing couldn't bear it, and was shocked, wondering if his skills were so bad?His face was flushed, and he wanted to prove himself, so he couldn't help but move a few more times.

This time Cong Lang's face turned paler with the naked eye.

"Grass" Lan Jing didn't dare to move any more, and backed out, blushing and gritted his teeth, "I'll fuck you when I'm done practicing."

Cong Lang raised his arms to cover his eyes, but the upward arc of his mouth betrayed him.

Lan Jing stared, his ears and neck were burning red, and he said in a vicious voice, "Don't laugh, I'll keep laughing!"

After staring, he wiped his face and sighed again, then kicked Cong Lang, "Hey, are my skills really that bad?"

"I don't know, there is no reference." Cong Lang calmed down at this moment, he put down his hand, his slightly moist peach eyes were full of smiles, "Lan Xiaojing, come fuck me after you practice? Who are you going to find?" to practice?"

Lan Jing snorted, turned his back to him, and said angrily, "Why can't you stop fucking! Why are you so squeamish!"

Cong Lang smoothed his hair, "Why don't we try again, it's actually just a little pain, not that serious."

Only ghosts believed it, and his face was as white as paper.

Lan Jing glared at him, lay down again, then pulled Cong Lang onto his body, and said viciously, "Serve me well! Or I'll kill you next time!"