cry that scum

Chapter 109

It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and before Lin Xiao came, Lan Jing had already slept for eighteen hours.

During this period, he changed from lying on his stomach to lying down. Later, when it was a little cold, he opened the quilt again, and kicked off his shoes and socks at some point.

At this moment, he wrapped himself in a quilt into a cicada chrysalis.

Lan Jing had a lot of messy dreams, and many, many people came to look for him in the dreams, mother, father, adoptive parents, Lan Zhuo, Cong Lang, and even himself when he was a child...

He seemed to have spoken to each of them, but of what, he had no idea, and his ears were filled with mixed high-pitched voices.

Lan Jing groaned and changed his sleeping position.

He didn't sleep well at all, he was basically in a half-dream and half-awake state, subconsciously aware that he was dreaming, and he had been dreaming for a long, long time.

In a trance, Lan Jing heard someone calling him to wake up, and knew that he should wake up, but he was very tired, his head hurt, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

Suddenly, light came in, and for a moment, it seemed as if a red-hot steel needle had pierced his brain, Lan Jing covered his face with the quilt in pain.

"Well……"

"Lan Jing, Lan Jing, wake up, it's time to get up."

Shen Bai stood up holding the stethoscope, and asked someone to close the fully opened curtain halfway, reduce the light intensity in the room, and then said, "I don't have a fever, the temperature and heart rate are normal, I just fell asleep."

"Then why can't you wake up?" Lin slightly asked anxiously.

Shen Bai pondered for a few seconds, then said carefully, "Maybe it's because I stayed up late for too long before, and my spirit suddenly relaxed, and I fell into a lethargic sleep."

"There is another possibility... It is a stress response, sudden changes or ups and downs in life, and this happens to some people."

Shen Bai said and looked at Cong Lang, "Has anything happened to him recently?"

The corner of Cong Lang's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.

Lin who was next to him replied slightly, "Yesterday Lan Jing's younger brother Lan Zhuo died of illness."

Cong Lang suddenly looked at Lin Shao, with obvious surprise in his eyes.

Lin slightly exchanged glances with him, and explained in a shy voice, "Lan Zhuo has a very serious complication and cannot be rescued. Lan Jing... personally signed the consent form to give up the treatment."

None of the people present knew what Lan Zhuo meant to Lan Jing better than Cong Lang, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes staring at the bed suddenly became complicated.

At the same time, he also remembered the words that Lan Jing asked himself softly in the bathroom last night, "Say, won't you be by my side?"

At that time, when he came to find himself, he obviously regarded himself as the only reliance in the most desperate pain.

But what did he say to this man?What did you do again?

For the first time, Cong Lang regretted what he had done.

"How about this, I'll take some blood and take it back for him to do a test." Shen Bai raised his arm and looked at the time on the watch, "Call him again at six in the afternoon to see if he can wake up."

Four hours later, Lan Jing was still lying on the bed. The air conditioner in the room was turned on, and it was a little hot. He changed from the posture of a cicada chrysalis to lying on his stomach without any image.

Lin Shao yelled at the bedside for a long time, Lan Jing finally opened his eyes, and asked in a daze, "Why are you here?"

But before Lin Xiao could answer, Lan Jing tilted his head, and his breathing quickly became heavy again.

"Is he really all right?"

Shen Bai shook his head, "Don't worry, it's less than 24 hours, some people sleep for days and nights before waking up."

The weather outside has changed from light gray to thick black, and the cold wind is picking up. Shang Shaodong ordered a meal from the hotel. After several people finished eating, he said to Lin Xiao, "I'll take you home to rest first, and then come back Stay here."

"I'll stay here too," Lin frowned slightly, "I don't feel relieved if I don't see Lan Jing waking up."

Seeing the worry on his face, Shang Shaodong felt a little distressed, and even coaxed him to say, "You are not in good health yet, and Er Baoguang's nanny and the housekeeper are taking care of me. good?"

"But……"

"You two go back together," Cong Lang who was standing by the bed suddenly said, "I will guard him."

Shang Shaodong turned his head, and was about to ask you if it's okay to be alone, when he saw Lan Jing, who was asleep on the bed, suddenly threw the pillow down, and muttered in a very unhappy way, "It's so noisy!"

Everyone silenced immediately and stared at him with unison, but after waiting for a while, this guy didn't intend to wake up at all.

Shen Bai made a gesture, and everyone quietly left the room.

When they came to the living room, several people discussed it, and Cong Lang stayed behind.

"If you need to make a call, the first thing in the call record will be my number." Shang Shaodong said.

Cong Lang nodded, and after everyone left, he closed the door, turned around and went back to the room.

His eyes see things blurry, especially at night, what remains on the retina is always a halo with rough edges.

But everything in this room was arranged by him himself later, and he knew the location of everything very well, and he touched the bedroom almost without being bumped.

He didn't dare to turn on the light. With bright light, Lan Jing would be noisy.

Cong Lang came to the bed, sat quietly in the dark for a while, and finally reached out to touch the person on the bed.

The fingertips first touched the soft hair, followed by the straight bridge of the nose and rough lips...

This man has really lost a lot of weight, his chin is sharp, and the flesh on his cheeks is gone.

Cong Lang sighed silently, got up and took the towel from the cabinet, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After drying his hair, he hesitated for a moment, then lifted the quilt and went to bed lightly.

Lan Jing didn't take off his clothes and fell asleep with his clothes on. Cong Lang helped him take off his coat and trousers and threw them on the carpet, then lay down on his side, resting his forehead with one hand and staring at Lan Jing quietly.

Lan Jing seemed to sense a familiar aura, and instinctively leaned towards him as usual.

Cong Lang stretched out his arms to hug him, and Lan Jing's face rubbed against his neck, then muttered something vaguely, and then found a comfortable position and stopped still.

"Lan Xiaojing?" Cong Lang called out tentatively.

Lan Jing didn't respond, and his breathing was still long, so Cong Lang carried him and moved into the bed.The cell phone rang suddenly in the dark night, Cong Lang hurriedly pressed the mute button, and then swiped his thumb across the screen.

"I heard you went to look for Lan Jing?" Shu Mingcheng's voice came from the phone.

Cong Lang hummed.

"I didn't ask you why you went to him, but to ask the conditions you promised me, do you need me to remind you again?"

"No need," Cong Lang hugged the warm body in his arms, closed his eyes, paused for a while, and then said without any ups and downs, "I don't intend to be with him anymore."

"That's good." Shu Mingcheng said, and then said after a pause, "Son, you know my temper, if you walk with me, the consequences will be very serious."