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Chapter 122 Forgive

The doctor came soon, and the old man asked his wife to take Lan Jing home to bandage him, and he stayed where he was with a sullen face.

It wasn't until Lan Jing entered the gate, then walked through the yard and into the living room, that the old man's angry reprimand was faintly heard.

The doctor cut Lan Jing's sleeve with scissors, and then disinfected and cleaned the wound...

The doctor didn't bring anesthesia because he needed stitches, so he wanted to get them, but Lan Jing stopped him, saying that he could come directly.

Cong Lang's grandma clenched her hands and watched, seeing sweat dripping from Lan Jing's forehead, she whispered to the nanny next to her to get a wet towel.

After getting the towel, grandma gently wiped Lan Jing's side face and forehead, and said distressedly, "It must be hurting."

For a moment, Lan Jing's eyes felt hot, and he wanted to cry.

The love and care from the elders that he had never experienced before was easily obtained from the Cong family.

Afraid of embarrassing himself, Lan Jing really cried out, quickly turned his eyes away, and looked at the layout of the house in embarrassment.

Cong Lang's house is different from the luxury he imagined. The furnishings of the house are very simple and homely.

The decoration is a very traditional big white flat roof, the furniture is all wooden, the TV cover and sofa cover are embroidered fabrics, there is a huge calligraphy and painting in the middle of the wall, and there are several small ones hanging around it, related to Cong Lang, Shu Mingcheng and others. The temperament of the old man is not very suitable, like a scholarly family.

It was only later that Lan Jing found out that Cong Lang's grandma was a well-known calligrapher, and she was responsible for all the decorations here.

The old man seemed to have had enough scolding, and slowly walked in from the outside with a wheelchair. Lan Jing didn't see Shu Mingcheng, so he probably was driven away by the old man.

"How's the injury?" the old man asked him.

The doctor with blood on his hands stopped, "There is no muscle or bone injury, but it is a bit deep and needs to be sutured."

The old man nodded, and heard his wife nervously say that Lan Jing hadn't received anesthesia for stitches, and then looked at Lan Jing's silent, gritted teeth and patience, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

After the doctor left, Lan Jing went to the bathroom to wash his face, then came back and sat on the sofa.

It was almost lunch time, grandma and auntie went to pack up the food, only the old man and Lan Jing were left in the living room.

Lan Jing sat stiffly, not thinking about how to speak.

He didn't sleep all night last night, and today he was chased all the way and was injured. At this moment, his face is a little pale, and the blue circle under his eyes is more obvious.

"Go to sleep for a while when you're tired. Cong Lang's room is the second from the left on the second floor." The old man said suddenly.

"Ah, no, I'm not tired." Lan Jing smiled.

The old man didn't say anything, and the wheelchair was pushed to the coffee table.

There was a whole set of tea sets on the coffee table, and the old man turned on the tea stove. Lan Jing thought he was going to drink Kung Fu tea, so he hurried up to help.

"You don't need to do this," the old man motioned Lan Jing to bring up a big iron box from under the coffee table, and said, "Just two cups of stew."

"Have you ever had a can of tea?" the old man asked.

Lan Jing didn't know what it was, but shook his head honestly.

"In the past, I was not as particular about it as I am now. Everyone drinks cans of tea. The tea leaves are boiled in boiling water for a while, and then they can be drunk after pouring out."

As the old man spoke, he grabbed some goji berries from the iron box Lan Jing opened, and put the jujubes, raisins, and longan into a small bowl.

Lan Jing saw that he wanted to wash these things, so he immediately started to tell him to come.

The old man didn't stop him, Lan Jing clumsily rubbed and washed the things in the bowl with one hand, suddenly the old man shouted, "Who put that bastard thing in!?"

He was so startled that Lan Jing almost knocked over the bowl.

Then Lan Jing saw Shu Mingcheng walking in with a shy smile on his face.

"Didn't I tell you to go away?!" The old man said angrily.

"……dad."

"Don't call me dad! I don't have a son like you!"

"Then... old chief," Shu Mingcheng corrected his words and said to the old man with a very cheeky smile, "Uncle Li has some documents for me to bring over for you to sign, and I will leave after signing."

"Bring it here!" The old man said with a straight face.

But Shu Mingcheng sat down on the opposite sofa, fixed his eyes on Lan Jing and said, "The meal at home is almost ready, I haven't eaten the meal made by my mother for a long time, I will give it to you after eating."

The old man raised his eyebrows angrily, and because of Lan Jing's presence, he couldn't get into a fit, so he could only snort heavily and ignore him.

So Shu Mingcheng stayed there shamelessly, then glanced at the coffee table, and said, "I want to make tea, I'll do it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take the bowl from Lan Jing's hand. After he came in, Lan Jing didn't raise his head. His sudden movement made him reflexively throw a fist, but he held back immediately, and only maintained his posture stiffly. original action.

Shu Mingcheng took a look at him, slowly put the jujube and other things into the glass teapot, waited for the water to boil, then grabbed the tea leaves and put them in.

After finishing her work in the kitchen, grandma walked in carefully carrying the medicine she had cooked for her husband.

"Mom, let me serve it."

Shu Mingcheng hurriedly got up to pick it up, but Lan Jing on the other side had already taken the plate from the old lady's hand and placed it firmly on the table.

"Grandpa and grandma." Lan Jing wiped his wet fingertips on his trousers, walked up to the two old people cautiously, then bent his knees, and knelt down straight.

"Xiao Jing, what are you doing?" Grandma was startled by his sudden movement.

Shu Mingcheng stopped holding the teacup and looked up at Lan Jing.

"Grandpa, grandma, I..." Lan Jing started to talk, but was a little bit embarrassed, and paused there hesitantly.

"Oh, you child, get up and talk quickly, why are you still kneeling, it's so cold on the ground!" The old lady came to her senses and hurriedly pulled Lan Jing. She was thin and weak, and Lan Jing knelt on the ground without moving.

"If you have anything to say, let's sit down and talk, ah," persuaded the grandma, and waved to Shu Mingcheng again, "Mingcheng, hurry up and help Xiaojing up!"

"Grandma, I'm sorry. I... did something to hurt you and made grandpa like this. I was wrong. I'm sorry." Lan Jing said in a low voice.

Hearing this, the old lady let go of her hand and stared at him blankly. After a while, she lowered her head and wiped her eyes.

"...Mom." Shu Mingcheng came over and helped the old lady to sit on the sofa.

No one made a sound in the room for a long time, only the sound of bubbling tea. After a moment of silence, the old man patted Lan Jing on the shoulder, "It's good to know that you made a mistake. Knowing your mistakes can make a big difference."

"I heard this bastard tell you about your family. We are indeed sorry for you."

Lan Jing shook his head, his eyes were red.

"But in the future, don't be so impulsive when you do things. You have to think about everything, calm down, and then make a decision, so that you won't regret it, you know?" the old man said seriously.

Lan Jing hummed, feeling that it was impolite, and replied in a hoarse voice, "Understood."

"Okay, get up, it's time for dinner," the old man said.

Lan Jing lowered his head, "You...don't you blame me?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said sternly, "What are you blaming you for? I didn't stand up and fell down by myself. It has nothing to do with you half-children. Don't dawdle, get up quickly, I'm hungry."

Only then did Lan Jing stand up.