cry that scum

Some people usually have a hard mouth and a hard temper. They can solve problems and bear them, as if nothing can break them down. In fact, their hearts are unreasonably soft.

A word of love may make him lose his armor.

Lan Jing stared blankly at Cong Lang with a sip of wine in his mouth. The face in the light and shadow was both beautiful and soft, and the expression in his eyes was shining. Maybe he didn't even know that there was something wrong with the way he was staring at Lan Jing at the moment. So pampering and gentle.

This is how Young Master Cong fell in love, Lan Jing's chest was slightly hot, as if a warm current slowly infiltrated his long-frozen heart.

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

No one has ever said such a word to him.

In the eyes of his mother when he was a child, his birth was the original sin that ruined her happy marriage.

Because shortly after Lan Jing was born, his father cheated on him.

And why Lan Jing is the 'original sin', this reason is both sad and ridiculous.

His mother is a dancer, and she has high requirements for her figure, which is also her proud capital, but after giving birth to Lan Jing, stretch marks covered her lower abdomen, and she tried everything to fail. Can be eliminated.

And her body began to get fat and out of shape, and her husband, who had already been embraced by many beauties outside, was no longer willing to touch her.

So the joy of being pregnant in October gradually turned into deep hatred. It was all because of this child. Without him, her marriage would not be just an empty shell.

The husband became more and more homeless, and there was only a poor woman whose mind was gradually twisted and a child who cried every night in the big house.

Lan Jing knew that his mother had tried to strangle him countless times.

But she didn't, because her husband came home for only one reason, to see the baby.

Every time at this time, my mother would always stare at Lan Jing in the dark with both envy and hatred.

She had to endure the urge to tear the child apart every day, and waited for her husband to return.

But slowly, her husband came home less and less, and she found out that the woman he raised outside gave him twins.

She began to inflict pain on her own child in order to call her husband back.

But later, this method didn't work anymore. Every time Lan Jing was sent to the hospital, only the money from his father came back.

Under such torture, Lan Jing grew up to four years old.

One day my mother saw a text message from another woman on my father's cell phone when he came home.

——Yi Yi and Kun Kun won the piano competition and the violin competition respectively, remember to buy gifts for them when you come back.

Because of this text message, my mother began to frantically find various tutors for Lan Jing: study, dance, musical instruments, etiquette...

No matter what, he must take the first place. She stubbornly believed that as long as her child was better than that woman's child, her husband would pay more attention to them.

So the mother's hysterical crying and beating often filled the big empty house.

As she grew older, Lan Jing vaguely knew that her mother was different from normal people. She had mental problems, she was paranoid, and a lunatic.

And in those years, his father never came back, no one cared about him and no one came to save him, and his mother's madness became more and more serious.

Every time Lan Jing didn't get the first place, she would wish to kill him, sometimes she would suddenly come into Lan Jing's room with a knife.

Lan Jing was stabbed by her several times, and he lived in fear day and night, until later, when his mother went crazy again, Lan Jing accidentally stabbed the knife into her lower abdomen during the resistance.

His eyes were stained red with blood from his hands.

Later, he came out of the police station and looked at the man who came to pick him up, the man he called his father but hadn't seen for many years.

He shivered timidly, with tears in his eyes. At that time, he was longing for a hug, longing for the father in front of him to come over and tell him that it was all right.

But the man stood there, staring at him with only fear in his eyes.

At that moment, the eight-year-old child suddenly understood that no one in the world would give him a hug.

Afterwards, he was taken back by his father, and no one cared about him when he was bullied in his new home.

He ran out, fell into the hands of criminal organizations, and was left alone when he almost died.

When he was abandoned by his adoptive parents, no one cared about him.

But now someone told him softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Lan Jing is not a person who loves to cry, everything he has experienced makes him unable to cry.

But in front of Cong Lang, he repeatedly lost his composure.

Maybe he drank too much at the moment, or maybe Young Master Cong's love words were too provocative, Lan Jing felt that he was a little bit over the top at the moment.

When tears rolled down his cheeks, he didn't even bother to stop them.

"Damn, you're so fucking foul," he muttered.

"Lan Xiaojing," Cong Lang was a little startled, then reached out to tick his chin, and sighed, "You must be made of water."

"Get out." Lan Jing patted his hand away.

Cong Lang leaned over, kissed away the tears on his cheeks, and kissed the slightly trembling wet eyelashes.

Lan Jing closed his eyes, grabbed Cong Lang by the collar and pulled him towards him.

Cong Lang may never know how much weight that sentence has in his heart.

He was used to walking alone, stumbling all the way, bumping his head and bloodshed for more than 20 years, when suddenly someone held him in the palm of his hand.

This feeling of being protected and cared for is so good that he is a little bit reluctant to only focus on the present, he wants to be forever.

Afterwards, Lan Jing was carried in from the balcony by Cong Lang. While entangled on the bed, Cong Lang put something on Lan Jing's middle finger.

Lan Jing raised his hand and saw that it was a very simple ring, the same model as Cong Lang's, without any texture, only a word "Lang" was engraved in the middle.

so beautiful?

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, and teased deliberately while he was breathing, "It's very frightening, Young Master Cong."

"Of course," Cong Lang leaned down, "You don't know, except for Brother Dong, all my friends are bachelors. As the second person to leave the singles, I have to let them know that I am now a man with a master. I envy them to death."

"Childish," Lan Jingle said, he punched Cong Lang's shoulder, "Hey, when did you buy this?"

"Made to order," Cong Lang tapped the ring on Lan Jing's hand with the ring on his hand, "It's unique in the world, only this pair."

"Yo," Lan Jing blinked, then raised his eyebrows, "It can't be a gift to a big star, it's time to borrow flowers to present Buddha."

Cong Lang clicked his tongue and moved twice, "Lan Xiaojing, you can really spoil the atmosphere."

"To each other." Lan Jing said happily while panting.

The ring was ordered by Cong Lang after meeting Shu Mingcheng on the phone. When he returned to the company to work, the finished product was delivered.

Cong Lang went to the jewelry store to borrow tools from others and engraved their names with his own hands.

He wanted to trap Lan Xiaojing and make this person his own, but when he thought of the entanglement between Shu Mingcheng and him, his heart couldn't relax.