cry that scum

Chapter 110 Wake Up

Dawn breaks.

Lan Jing's eyelids moved, opened a crack with difficulty, and then closed slowly, but this time he seemed to finally have a sign of soberness, and within a few seconds, he opened it again.

After repeating this several times, Lan Jing rubbed his head in pain and got up from the bed. For a while, he didn't know where he was. He only saw a person standing against the light in front of the half-opened window. .

His brain seemed to be rusted, he didn't have any memory, and the muscles and bones all over his body hurt as if they had been run over by something.

Lan Jing staggered out of the bed, he didn't recognize who it was, but he seemed to know it in his heart, because he still swayed over with his body's instinct like drunk, then hugged the man's waist, and naturally rubbed his face against the warm neck fossa.

"I...fuck..."

Lan Jing opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was dry and smoking, and he couldn't make a sound.

Someone handed him a glass of warm water.

Lan Jing lowered his head to take a small sip of the other's hand, and felt better. He rubbed his wet lips against the delicate collarbone of this man, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm so hungry, I want to eat noodles."

The tone is coquettish and crooked after getting up.

But he didn't wait for the usual sentence, "Sleep first, I'll make it for you", nor did he wait for the doting hand to rub his head.

Lan Jing raised his eyes in puzzlement, the close distance made him finally see the face of the person in front of him clearly, it was Cong Lang who was right.

"Brother Cong..."

Lan Jing dragged out the tone, he looked like a big dog hanging on someone's body, "...I'm so hungry."

According to the past, Cong Lang would grab his ass, pick him up and throw him back on the bed, then bend over and press him down to ask for a kiss.

Cong Lang moved this time, but pushed him away by an arm's length. Lan Jing's feet were weak and his legs were weak, so he simply lay down on the bay window and looked back at him aggrieved.

But the gradually fragmented memories finally slowly came back in the process of becoming more and more awake. After a while, Lan Jing suddenly stood up straight, staring at Cong Lang's face changed several times, and then said hoarsely, "Sorry, I... fell asleep."

He was wide awake.

Lan Jing pursed his lips, wanting to kill himself a few minutes ago, he quickly ran back to the bed, and lay down again with his back to Cong Lang.

Let the other party think that they are sleepwalking.

Lan Jing covered himself with a head full of paste, his face was burning hot, he was a little ashamed and also a little angry, people didn't want him anymore, and he subconsciously still kept the habit of looking for Cong Lang when he woke up.

It's too fucking embarrassing, it's better to die.

Lan Jing lay in a stiff posture, wondering how that person would react, with Cong Lang's style of dealing with things, he would leave each other with basic decency.

Sure enough, Lan Jing's pricked ears heard the man put down the cup, and then left the room very lightly. Lan Jing was relieved, but at the same time, he was a little annoyed and disappointed.

But then he suddenly realized, why did Cong Lang appear at home, in such a private place as the bedroom, he came to find himself?Why are you still here?

As soon as all kinds of speculation spread, Lan Jing couldn't lie down a little bit. He lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed, then put on his pants and clothes and chased him out.

When he ran barefoot to the living room, Lan Jing was taken aback for a moment, and stared at him with Qi Shushua's eyes.

"You... are you here to mourn in silence?"

After a while, Lan Jing walked over and sat down on the empty single sofa.

Cong Lang, Jin Dao, and Shen Bai share a couch, while Shang Shaodong and Lin Shao are on the other side.

Lan Jing was a little puzzled, why are all these people here?

"Do you feel that you are uncomfortable?" Shen Bai walked over first and wanted to lift Lan Jing's eyelids to take a look. Lan Jing raised his head back, "Why?"

Then he paused and said, "I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, but I'm a little tired, um... I still have a headache."

"Well, this is a normal reaction." Shen Bai nodded, sat back on the sofa with confidence, and said, "Your physique is good, you will recover after half an hour and eat something."

Lan Jing was a little confused, so he reached out and poked Lin Shao beside him, "What are you doing?"

Lin slightly looked at him inexplicably, "Do you know how long I slept?"

Lan Jing had question marks all over his face.

"Two days and two nights, nearly fifty hours." Lin Xiaodao.

Lan Jing was slightly surprised, but also realized instantly that he probably fell asleep, and Lin slightly didn't ask Cong Lang to open the door.

Just now, Lan Jing almost acted affectionately. Lan Jing laughed at himself, hugged a pillow and sat down on the sofa, explaining, "I guess I stayed up too late and slept for a long time. I made everyone worry, sorry."

Believe it or not, everyone present except Cong Lang nodded.

"Lan Zhuo's matter... what can I do for you?" Lin Xiao asked.

Lan Jing waved his hand, saying that he had dealt with everything, and told Lin Shao not to worry.

Suddenly he jumped up from the sofa and rushed into the bathroom in a hurry. When he was fully awake, he remembered that Lan Zhuo's grandfather was still in the hospital.

In fact, Lan Jing is really unwilling to return to reality from his dream. This may be the reason why he has been sleeping for a long time. He doesn't know how to face all the things in front of him, and he doesn't know how to forget what is stuck in his heart. Almost suffocating pain.

He hid in this room, slept for two days and two nights, and finally returned to despair.

Lan Jing's hands and feet were weak, and he almost fell against the door frame. He cursed, and ran over to grab the toothbrushing cup.

I haven't tasted it in my mouth for a long time. When the lemon flavor of the toothpaste diffused on the taste buds, Lan Jing retched instantly, and the foam in his mouth was sprayed into the sink.

"Fuck..." He wiped his mouth cursingly, and his stomach, which had never eaten anything, began to throb with retching. Lan Jing covered his stomach and bent down, and someone patted his back lightly twice. A voice came from the top of the head, "Is it nauseating?"

"Yeah," Lan Jing responded, grinning, "Damn, I almost thought I was pregnant just like you."

Seeing that he was still joking, Lin felt a little relieved.

"Are you going to take a shower? Do you want me to help you?"

"Tsk, goodbye," Lan Jing took a breath, and picked up the mouthwash cup again, "I just want you to help, can he agree to the one in your family? The lonely man and the widow are in the same room. If it takes more than 3 minutes, he will It's time to come in and break my leg."

Lin smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Then be careful, call me if you need anything."

"Well," Lan Jing responded, and then said in silence for a few seconds, "He...has he been here these two days?"

Lin slightly knew who this 'he' was referring to. For some reason, his voice paused, and he said, "No, every time Mr. Cong came to help us open the door, he left."

Because Lan Jing was lazy, he didn't set a password for the door, but only entered the fingerprints of two people. If Lin Xiaoxiao wanted to get in, he really needed Cong Lang's help.

Lan Jingjing nodded, covering up the flash of disappointment in his eyes.

For a while, he would occasionally feel himself lying in a warm embrace, and that person would sigh and kiss his eyelashes, and whisper, "Don't cry, if you're like this, I'll soften my heart."

He would also take a sip of warm water when he whimpered and said he was thirsty.

Sure enough, these were just dreams.