cry that scum

When Cong Lang heard this sentence when he came to the yard, he paused in his footsteps, then made his walking sound louder, and came to Lan Jing's side.

Lan Jing tilted his head slightly.

The gloom on his face didn't have time to dissipate, and the murderous aura was strong, which made Cong Lang reflexively alert.

Immediately afterward, Cong Lang calmly relaxed again, walked to Lan Jing's side, and said with a smile, "Xiao Bao is going to finish your fish after answering the phone for so long."

Lan Jing stared at him coldly.

After a long time, the coldness in his eyes slowly faded, and he barely curled his lips, "I'll go back and eat now."

"Don't snatch it from the kid, I got this for you." Cong Lang handed him the cake in his hand.

Lan Jing smiled, took a bite of Cong Lang's hand, and took the cake.

But when he held the cake to his mouth, he suddenly threw it back to Cong Lang, and then rushed back to the room covering his mouth.

Lan Jing ran directly to the bathroom on the first floor, hugging the toilet and vomited in the dark.

Thick and sticky blood was everywhere, gushing out from the mother's abdomen, and immediately stained the hands of the eight-year-old boy holding the knife.

Lan Jing described the scene of that day in his mind over and over again like masochistic, his heart and body began to twitch instinctively.

The once little boy has grown up, but his hands have already been soaked in his mother's blood, and after so many years, the shocking redness is still piercing into Lan Jing's heart like thorny thorns. .

Lan Jing wiped his mouth, staggered up from the ground, and rushed under the faucet.

He soaked his hands in cold water, but there was still a strong smell of blood that almost turned into substance, and penetrated into the nostrils everywhere.

He couldn't help retching again.

Cong Lang, who chased him in, stood outside the door of the bathroom, and waved his hands lightly to the questioning gazes cast by Lin Shao and Shang Shaodong.

When the movement inside subsided, Cong Lang unlocked the door.

Lan Jing was standing with his hands on the washstand. After he washed his face, water droplets splashed down his hair and chin.

Seeing Cong Lang come in, he didn't say anything, just took out two pieces of paper and wiped his face clean.

Cong Lang closed the door, turned around and handed him a cigarette, Lan Jing glanced at him, and took it.

His hands were still shaking as he lit the fire.

"I don't like playing the violin, not at all."

After taking a puff of cigarette, Lan Jing said in a hoarse voice.

"Then don't pull it." Cong Lang replied softly.

The smoke around Lan Jing's mouth trembled, "But she will force me, I can't learn, she keeps pushing me."

Cong Lang frowned.

"I hate her, and she hates me too. I wanted her to die, and she also regretted giving birth to me. Then she really died," Lan Jing's mouth twitched, "I killed her."

Cong Lang stood up straight in surprise, and walked across to Lan Jing.

Lan Jing had calmed down at this moment, and was lowering his head. He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly when he was speaking.

But Cong Lang still reached out and hugged him without asking why, then patted his back lightly and said, "Okay, it's fine, it's over."

Lan Jing shook his head, "It's not over, she's always been here."

In every dream, the shadow of his mother followed him like a shadow, torturing him and making him live in hell.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing didn't speak, he rested his chin on Cong Lang's shoulder and hugged him quietly.

After a while, Lan Jing's lips rubbed against Cong Lang's ear, and slowly bit down along his neck, saying vaguely, "I want to do it."

He reached down with his hand, grabbed Cong Lang's belt, and said in a hoarse voice, "Young Master Cong, fuck me."

He needs a catharsis, a reckless collision to crush those lingering bloody memories lingering in his heart at this moment.

The four words exploded in Cong Lang's mind. For a moment, he wanted to give up his principles, so he executed Lan Xiaojing on the spot.

But in the end, he still grabbed the opponent's hand, and only called out unsteadily, "Lan Xiaojing."

Lan Jing looked at him, and touched between his legs. Cong Lang snorted. He had already reacted, but he still blocked Lan Jing's next move.

"Don't make trouble." He gritted his teeth.

It's ridiculous to say that when Xi Runyao was away, Cong Lang was always romantic and affectionate, but once the other party came back, he would immediately clear the flowers and plants around him and be a dedicated person.

He felt that this was the minimum respect for his sweetheart.

After being rejected one after another, the restlessness in Lan Jing's heart, which had nowhere to vent, gradually calmed down. He took a step back, and when he looked up again, he was already sneering with the trademark little prince of the nightclub.

"I didn't expect Cong Shao to have such a day of self-defense."

Cong Lang sighed, "Don't hook me up."

Lan Jingting nodded, and raised a finger at Cong Lang, "For the last time, I regretted it later. If I want to chase me again, it will not be so easy, Young Master Cong."

He said, and tapped Cong Lang's heart, "You have feelings for me, don't deny it."

After finishing speaking, Lan Jing didn't give Cong Lang another chance to speak. He threw the burnt cigarette at his fingertips into the trash can, and then left the bathroom.

Cong Lang gave a helpless wry smile, and after his body's reactions subsided, he also walked out.

The next day Cong Lang accompanied Xi Runyao to visit the second uncle.

The old man asked him privately if he had asked Lan Jing if he would like to talk to him.

Cong Lang said, not yet.

He is not someone from Lanjing, and he has no position to ask the other party such a private question.

If Lan Jing really wanted to, he would take the initiative to find the old man himself, needless to say.

But he didn't. I'm afraid that even if the things in his heart are rotten, he won't tell others easily.

Maybe he had a chance to get a glimpse of the other person's heart, but he gave up.

Cong Lang pinched his eyebrows and couldn't help sighing.

Xi Runyao next to him turned his head to look at him, "What's the matter, listless?"

Cong Lang drove the car, tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel and said, "I found that your position in my heart may have been shaken."

Xi Runyao raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "This is a good thing."

Cong Lang sighed again.

"Do you like that blue scene?" Xi Runyao asked.

"I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet." Cong Lang said honestly.

Xi Runyao encouraged him, "Think slowly, if you figure it out, go after it."

Cong Lang glanced at him, and laughed out loud, "I'm about to fall in love with you, but you are so happy, it hurts my heart."

"If you really like me, with your means and ability, we are not in such a state now." Xi Runyao said with a smile.

"I'm not reluctant." Cong Lang said, "I've always said that I want to marry you as my wife."

Grandma told Cong Lang since she was a child that to marry a daughter-in-law, you must marry someone who is good-natured and gentle.

For so many years, he has not been very serious about chasing Xi Runyao.

He wanted to catch up with the best, and if Xi Runyao married someone else one day, but he didn't catch up, he would give up.

It's just that I didn't expect that a blue scene appeared on the way.