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The Lan family happened in the fall of three years ago.

In the few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Lan couple should have made a decision to die. They stopped running around and begging their grandparents for money.

On the night of the [-]th day of the eighth lunar month, the adoptive mother cooked a large table of delicious dishes and called Lan Jing to ask him to come back so that the family could have a reunion dinner together.

At that time, Lan Jing didn't expect the bad news waiting for him the next day. He lived in a hotel in another city, watching the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala on TV, full of despair and resentment.

He didn't go back and quarreled with his mother on the phone.

He even asked the woman on the other end of the phone who had raised him for nearly eight years, if the original intention of picking him up was to sell him today?

The mother didn't say anything, the smile coming through the receiver was still as gentle as water, and in the end she only gently told, "If you don't come back, don't come back, take care of yourself outside."

Lan Jing's eye sockets were suddenly bloodshot and red, and he pressed the phone hard, but he never thought that this was the last time he heard his mother's voice.

"Lan Xiaojing," Cong Lang patted Lan Jing's hand, and Lan Jing suddenly recovered, "Huh?"

"A phone is ringing." Cong Lang said.

"Oh," Lan Jing quickly took out his phone, glanced at it, and handed it to Cong Lang, "Your."

Both Lan Jing and Cong Lang's mobile phones were in his coat pocket.

The phone call was from Shang Shaodong, Cong Lang chatted with the other party for a few words, and when it was over, he said to Lan Jing, "Brother Dong asked us what arrangements we have for the Mid-Autumn Festival, if not, we can go to his house for dinner."

"I don't have any plans," Lan Jing said, "What about you, are you going home?"

"Well, I have to go home to see my grandparents, but I will rush back to accompany you before the Mid-Autumn Festival." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing was stunned, he was very willing to accompany Cong Lang to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with him, but he felt a little sorry when he thought that the other party would sacrifice time with his family, so he said awkwardly, "No, I... used to live alone , it doesn't matter."

"We are two people this year," Cong Lang said with a smile, "You don't need anyone to accompany you, but I need you."

Lan Jing couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart, there would be no one in this world who cared more about him than Cong Lang, taking care of his awkward little emotions all the time.

Cong Lang handed the phone back to Lan Jing, and grabbed his wrist, "What were you thinking about just now? I was so preoccupied that I didn't hear the phone ring."

Lan Jing heard that his eyes dodged for a moment, avoiding Cong Lang's sight and said, "It's nothing."

Cong Lang didn't ask any more questions, and turned his head back calmly.

At Lan Ye, Lan Jing went to the garage to pick up the car, and then drove Cong Lang home.

For some reason, Lan Jing's mood was not high. After the two of them washed up, he lay down on the bed early.

Cong Lang saw that he was in a bad mood, so in order to make him happy, he said that he could come to collect the bill now.

For Lan Jing, Cong Lang's willingness to fuck him is the most exciting thing for him.

But after Cong Lang took the initiative to pull him onto his body, Lan Jing just pulled his lips and said, "As long as your legs are well, I'm not such a beast."

"Then I'll serve Lan Shao with my hands first?" Cong Lang asked with a smile.

Lan Jing turned off the bedside lamp.

Cong Lang hugged him into his arms and stretched out his hand, but Lan Jing shook his head.

"Huh?" Cong Lang's hand stopped on Lan Jing's inner thigh, and his fingertips seemed to rub against the delicate skin, "Don't you want it?"

"I... I just want to hug you for a while." Lan Jing rubbed Cong Lang's neck and said.

"Okay." Cong Lang withdrew his hand.

After a long silence, Cong Lang touched his head and asked, "What happened just now, can we talk about it now?"

Lan Jing paused for a few seconds, and then said in a muffled voice, "Thinking of my adoptive parents, I only spent a few Mid-Autumn Festivals with them when I grew up. I didn't go home for the last Mid-Autumn Festival before they died. I quarreled with them on the phone and said a lot of nasty things, now that I think about it..."

Lan Jing sniffed and sighed, "...I regret it to death."

Cong Lang listened, paused for a while, let go of Lan Jing and got up, looked at him and said slowly, "I don't know how to comfort you, I haven't experienced those things, and I can't empathize with them, but I can let you temporarily Forget about these sorrows."

After speaking, he got into bed, and then Lan Jing felt Cong Lang's hot and humid mouth engulfing him.

Lan Jing snorted, and inserted his slender fingers into Cong Lang's hair.

After a while, amidst Lan Jing's still panting, Cong Lang hopped on one leg to rinse his mouth, then came back and lay down again.

"Do you feel better?"

Lan Jing turned his face sideways and looked at him with slightly parted lips.

Cong Lang leaned close to bite his lower lip, and the two kissed for five or six minutes before slowly separating.

"Sleep, I'll watch you." Cong Lang said.

Lan Jing closed his eyes obediently, his expression in the dark was full of struggle.

He didn't tell Cong Lang the truth.

The reason why he was in a bad mood was not entirely due to the relationship between his adoptive parents, but also because of the person who was holding him.

When Lan's family first had an accident, Lan Jing wanted to take revenge crazily. He chased Shu Mingcheng everywhere, but he never succeeded in killing him.

That person was so well protected, he didn't have the slightest chance, but almost fell into the hands of the enemy several times.

In such failure after failure, Lan Jing had to accept the fact that he had no way to kill Shu Mingcheng.

He no longer followed Shu Mingcheng, and no longer tried to find his whereabouts.

But every year after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would personally go to kill Shu Mingcheng once. If he succeeded by chance, he would give the Lan family an explanation.

Lan Jing has never cared about his own life. In the past three years, he has become a walking corpse, and it doesn't matter to him when he dies.

But now there is an extra Cong Lang in his life. The moment he suddenly knew that the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, he began to cherish his life and became afraid of death.

But the death of his adoptive parents tortured him day and night, if he didn't seek revenge from Shu Mingcheng, he wouldn't be able to pass the test in his heart.

Love and hatred were suddenly placed at the two ends of the balance.

At this moment, Lan Jing began to regret that he shouldn't have anything to do with Cong Lang.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lan Jing and Cong Lang went to Shang Shaodong's house for a meal. During the dinner, he chatted happily with Lin Xiao, and when he returned, he was a little too drunk.

"Hey, remember that the cubs are born for us to raise. Anyway, there are so many in your family, so give us one." Lan Jing said with a big tongue.

"Don't even think about it," Shang Shaodong stood at the door and said coldly, "If you want to give birth to the two of you, don't think about my baby."

"I'm not as capable as your wife," Lan Jing yelled, "You already have two in your family, why do you need so many!?"

"Hurry up and take this idiot away." Shang Shaodong waved his hand impatiently.

Cong Lang said goodbye to the two, and then asked someone to help Lan Jing into the car, and Shang Shaodong called the driver to take them off.

On the way back, Lan Jing suddenly became quiet, and his eyes kept looking out of the window.

Cong Lang, who was sitting next to him, thought he was uncomfortable, reached out and touched his face, and asked softly, "Do you want to vomit?"

Lan Jing shook his head, turned his face, the expression on his alcohol-stained face was inexplicably sad, and Cong Lang couldn't help being taken aback.

Then in the next second he heard Lan Jing say in a soft voice, "Brother Cong, I want to spend every Mid-Autumn Festival with you in the future."