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A ten-year-old child does not blindly follow others in the face of a huge life-saving temptation, but also rationally analyzes and makes the decision to grab the other party.

Cong Lang thought, this child must have vigilance and courage beyond his age.

So, what has he been through before this?

He thought of many possibilities, but he didn't open his mouth to confirm them. He just followed Lan Jing's words and said with a smile, "You're not timid, so did you snatch it?"

"I snatched it." Lan Jing also put down his chopsticks, "Her bag was right next to my hand, I snatched it as soon as I got in the car, and then I took out a knife..."

Lan Jing then shook his head again, "It's not a knife, but it's actually a hacksaw blade that I sharpened. I was so nervous that when I took it out of my pocket, I cut my hand first. "

Speaking of this, Lan Jing laughed aloud because he remembered the scene where he confronted the woman in the car many years ago.

"I threatened her to let me get out of the car, but she didn't listen, she just said to me, 'Hey, I'll be home soon', and then locked the car door. Maybe it will be sold again or it will be even more terrifying, maybe this woman will dig up my organs and then dismember my body..."

Cong Lang also laughed out loud when he heard that.

"And then?" he asked.

"I went home with her," Lan Jing said, "I wanted to escape all the way, but I didn't find a chance. Until I got downstairs from her house and got out of the car, I was caught by her just as I was about to run."

In fact, Lan Jing hadn't figured it out until now, whether he was so hungry and had no strength or the other party's hand was too strong, he was dragged home by the woman just like that.

"She gave me a new set of clothes and told me to take a shower, and when I came out she bandaged my wound and made me a bowl of noodles."

Lan Jing said slowly, "She asked me if I was a homeless child, and I said yes, and then she asked me if I would like to stay at her home, and I said no."

"She let me go and said that if she wanted to eat in the future, she would come to her house."

"That woman is Mrs. Lan?" Cong Lang guessed.

Lan Jing nodded, "I ended up living in her house."

The ten-year-old boy who came out after eating a bowl of rice tasted the warmth, so he was a little reluctant to leave. He had been wandering around the neighborhood where the woman lived. He wanted to get close. He could tell him from his experience that he could not trust anyone.

There are no good people in this world.

The sweets that others give you are actually candies that contain poison.

But maybe it was fate, one day he had a cold and a fever, and he fainted by the side of the road.

When he woke up, he was lying in the hospital, and the woman was sitting beside him.

After recovering from illness, he followed the woman back home.

Only later did he know that the woman's child was lost, and the couple searched for him for a year but failed to find him.

But in the second month after Lan Jing came to her house, the child was sent back by the police.

The woman said that Xiaojing was her lucky baby, a gift from the lucky god.

But at the moment, the 25-year-old Lan Jing, who was sitting in the small shop, looked at the woman and the little boy in his memory and curled his lips ironically, "It was actually the biggest misfortune for their family that she took me back. "

Cong Lang intuited that the collapse of the Lan family was inseparable from Lan Jing.

He couldn't help but glanced at Lan Jing, who was lowering his head and picking up a chopstick noodle.

Cong Lang sat silently.

He didn't ask any more questions, and Lan Jing didn't continue talking. The story came to a turning point.

Cong Lang is not interested in the second half of the story either.

The ending of the Lan family going to ruin has already proved how sad the end of the story is.

Lan Jing finished eating the noodles in silence, looked up and saw that Cong Lang's was still on, and asked, "Aren't you going to eat? The return journey will take three hours."

Cong Lang sighed, and pulled the dumped noodles into his mouth in two or three bites.

On the way back, Lan Jing suddenly asked, "Have you ever eaten that kind of noodles?"

"What kind?" Cong Lang turned his head.

"Just potatoes and brisket at the bottom, and cabbage, and rice on top..."

That day he went to the woman's house, but the woman's house had no food, and there was only half a bowl of potato brisket left in the refrigerator.

The woman smiled at him shyly, and said, "Wait, Auntie will make you a bowl of the most delicious noodles soon."

Ten-year-old Lan Jing watched timidly, vigilantly and eagerly as the woman kneaded and rolled out the noodles, then cut the noodles into small pieces and put them on the potato sirloin, and then put them together in a casserole.

He still remembers the taste of that bowl of hot potatoes and beef brisket stewed noodles. In the past few years, he has looked for it in restaurants and tried to make it himself, but it can't be found anywhere, and he has never tried it himself.

"The noodles must be delicious." Cong Lang said with a smile.

Lan Jing also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thought for a while and said, "Really."

At least for him at the age of ten, that bowl of noodles was the most delicious thing in the world.

Cong Lang followed suit and laughed too. He sat in the taxi and stared at the scenery along the way outside the window, wondering why Lan Xiaojing told him this.

He is used to seeing life and death, has heard many tragic stories, and seen many ill-fated people, his heart has long been as hard as a stone.

Perhaps it was because of this that Lan Jing told him these things. What the other party needed was neither sympathy nor listening.

He just wanted to say, he listened, smiled, and this page was opened tonight.

"I contacted Lin Shao with a psychiatrist. I'll take Brother Dong and the others tomorrow. Do you want to follow along?"

Cong Lang asked when he was about to get off the bus in City C.

Lan Jing put his hand on his forehead and said, "Go."

"Then I'll call you tomorrow."

After Cong Lang finished speaking, he lowered his head to unbuckle his seat belt, but Lan Jing pressed his hand.

"Hey, do you want me to pay the bill tonight?"

Cong Lang raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "In such a hurry?"

He thought that with Lan Jing's current mood, he needed at least one night's buffer.

"I don't want to owe others." Lan Jing said.

So the two went to the hotel they went to the most. Cong Lang took a shower, sat down on the bedside wearing a bathrobe, and then hooked his fingers at Lan Jing, "Baby, come on."

Lan Jing was leaning on the balcony smoking a cigarette, when he saw Cong Lang calling him, he put out the cigarette butt, walked over, knelt between the other's legs, and then lowered his head.

The condition for Cong Lang to help him set up a line with Jindao is to ask Lan Jing to give him a mouth once.

When they were having sex before, Cong Lang proposed this wish, but Lan Jing was not happy, and this will finally come true.

After knowing that Lan Jing didn't want to sleep with others, when the affair was over, Cong Lang left the room to him and asked for another room for himself.

He used the hotel computer to surf the Internet and searched for Braised Potato and Beef Brisket Noodles on Baidu, but he couldn't find the one that Lan Jing mentioned.

Cong Lang turned off the computer, tapped on the desktop with his fingertips, and dialed the number of his aunt at home.

"Mother Wu, I want to consult with you about a face-to-face method..."