cry that scum

Lan Jing had a dream. He dreamed that he became what he was when he was a child, and then ran after a piece of cake essence. He chased and chased, and finally caught the cake essence, but unexpectedly, he was tripped by a big stone that suddenly appeared. It fell, and the cake flew out of his hands, which woke him up abruptly.

Lan Jing thumped the bed, opened his eyes angrily, and saw Young Master Cong holding his chin and looking at him resentfully.

"Honey, do you want to beat me up in this dream?"

Just as he was about to put Lan Jinglu's feet outside the quilt, he was kicked unexpectedly.

Lan Jing also came back to his senses at this moment, his face blushed, and he turned his head to look around. The room was brightly lit, and it was obviously getting late.

He touched his stomach, it was burning inside, and he was so hungry.

Cong Lang squeezed his hand through the quilt, "Hungry?"

Lan Jing nodded and hummed.

"How do you feel today?" Cong Lang asked.

"it is good......"

As soon as Lan Jing opened his mouth, he realized that his throat hurt badly, and the sound he made was like a screaming chicken.

"Why is your voice hoarse?" Cong Lang frowned, holding his face for a closer look, and then touched his cheeks on both sides.

"Does it hurt?"

Blue Point nodded.

Cong Lang turned on the flashlight on his phone, "Open your mouth, ah~"

Lan Jing opened his mouth after listening to his words, Cong Lang took a closer look, frowned and said, "The tonsils and throat are swollen, eat something, let's go to the hospital."

"No." Lan Jing rubbed his nose and said as he walked to the bathroom, "I'll be fine in two days."

When he came out after washing his face, Cong Lang had already served the vegetable porridge and buns on the table, "I bought it downstairs, let's eat something."

"I want to eat cake." Lan Jing said after sitting down.

Cong Lang, "Go to the hospital, I'll do it for you when I come back."

"Then don't eat."

Cong Lang squinted his eyes, entered the bedroom, and came out with a belt in his hand.

He folded the belt in half and tapped it on the table.

Blue King raised his head.

"Two choices, either beat you up and I'll carry you down if you're convinced, or follow me down obediently later."

Lan Jing bit a mushroom bag, looked at Cong Lang and silently assessed the strength of both parties, and chose to compromise with self-knowledge.

When he arrived at the hospital, Lan Jing's tonsils were almost inflamed and purulent. The doctor suggested that he hang water or get an injection.

But Lan Jing refused.

He would have to stay in the hospital for several hours to hang the water, he didn't want to.

Cong Lang said, "Then get an injection."

Lan Jing touched his nose, glanced at the little nurses in the injection area, and then said in a hoarse voice that he could hardly make a sound, "If you don't need a shot, just take the medicine and you'll be fine."

"No way, Lan Xiaojing," Cong Lang couldn't help laughing when he saw his little movements, "You're still shy for a spanking?"

"Get out!" Lan Jing roared, turned around with red ears and walked outside.

Cong Lang couldn't stop him, so he had to catch up with the medicine list.

"Have you never had an injection since you were a child?"

"No, I used to fight when I was young, but when I grow up..."

Lan Jing coughed in embarrassment, mainly because he was very nervous during the injection, and his muscles would always contract subconsciously.

Those little girls stared at his buttocks and would always smile secretly, and softly coax him to relax like a child. Having experienced this a few times, Lan Jing was not ashamed to get an injection.

"Or, I'll find you a male doctor..."

Before Cong Lang finished speaking, Lan Jing immediately turned his head and said, "No!"

He paused, approached Cong Lang and said in a low voice, "Don't you think that such a thin and sharp needle is about to poke into the flesh, it's...very like that?"

"Which one?" Cong Lang raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips couldn't be contained at all, "Lan Xiaojing, after all, are you afraid of injections for feelings?"

"I didn't!" Lan Jing said coldly, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the crying child because of the injection and involuntarily quickened his pace.

Cong Lang followed him, almost dying of joy, why didn't he realize that Lan Xiaojing still had such a cute side.

The two finally only took the medicine and left the clinic.When he came outside the hospital, Cong Lang said that he was going to the supermarket to buy some flour, cheese and other things for making cakes.

There are no materials in the kitchen of Lan Jing's house, so if you want to eat cake, you have to prepare everything first.

"Aren't you going to leave?" Lan Jing looked at him.

"I'll wait for you to recover." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing wanted to say no, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the words back, he was also a bit reluctant to let the other party leave.

"What else do you want to eat, I bought them by the way, and I will make them for you when I go back." Cong Lang said.

"Braised eggplant, steamed sea bass, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, what would you do?"

"No way," Cong Lang took out his phone, "I'll ask Brother Dong first, what condiments to buy, and I'll ask him how to do it later."

As he spoke, he and Lan Jing called Shang Shaodong while walking.

While he was chatting with the other end, Lan Jing suddenly stopped in his tracks, and then turned around.

"Where are you going?" Cong Lang asked.

Lan Jing didn't look back, and went straight to the two old men who were begging at the entrance of the hospital.

The old woman among them was half-kneeling by the side of the road with her head bowed and begging non-stop, while her wife was probably sick and lying on the ground with a quilt covering her body.

Cong Lang thought that Lan Jing wanted to give money, so he also took out his wallet from his pocket.

In the next second, Lan Jing knelt down slowly, stretched out his trembling hand to support the old man's arm, and called out in shock and regret, "Grandma?"

Cong Lang stopped holding the money.

The old woman kneeling on the ground raised her head tremblingly. She was really old, and the wrinkles on her face were like the skin of a broken dry apple.

She looked at the young man in front of her with cloudy eyes, after a while, she recognized him, her eyes suddenly became sharper, "It's you!"

"Grandma, why are you here, what's wrong with grandpa? You...you..."

Lan Jing couldn't help himself, he didn't expect to meet two old people in such a situation.

"Go away!" The old man pushed away his hand, as if seeing an enemy, he said sharply, "Go away! Go away!"

The old man lying on the ground also recognized Lan Jing, he struggled to get up from the ground, pointed at him emotionally, "It's you...it's you!"

"......grandfather."

Lan Jing half-kneeled on the ground and wanted to help him, but the old lady blocked him first and supported the old man by herself, and kept sternly shouting to let Lan Jing go away.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of passers-by. The old man grabbed the wheelchair beside him and patted the old woman's shoulder and urged, "Let's go, let's go!"

They were too eager, and the old man's physical condition was obviously not good. He couldn't sit in the wheelchair several times, and the old woman didn't have much strength to help him. Lan Jing and Cong Lang reached out to help them, but the old couple refused with excitement them.

In the end, the two old men hurried away as if they had seen the plague. Lan Jing stood where he was. He didn't dare to chase after him, but just stared blankly until their hunched figures disappeared at the corner of the street.