cry that scum

Chapter 102 Reunion

In the middle of the first month of the following year, the first snow since the beginning of winter in City C was long overdue.

The aftertaste of the New Year has not yet passed, and the streets are full of lively scenes of lanterns, festoons and fiery trees and silver flowers.

A slender young man walked slowly on the street, and under the street lamp, the snowflakes fell like countless black elves on the man's hair and drooping eyelashes.

He was on the phone, his steps were slow, he seemed to be going somewhere, but he was a little hesitant.

"Okay, I'll come over."

In the end, he compromised with the person on the phone, and reached out to hail a taxi, "Master, go to Nanwan Garden." His voice was hoarse, as if he had caught a cold.

The taxi driver turned on the navigation, turned the car around, and headed towards the destination.

The young man leaned back on the back of the chair, and the neon lights along the road occasionally illuminated his angular but not too sharp face—it was Lan Jing who had disappeared from City C for three months and returned.

Lan Jing opened the car window a crack, took out the cigarette case and took out two cigarettes, and handed one of them to the taxi driver driving in front.

The master thanked him and opened up the conversation, but Lan Jing didn't have any desire to talk, so after a few acknowledgments, he stared outside and quietly smoked.

He has been back for three days, but he hasn't had time to do anything, and even his outfit is still the same as when he got off the plane.

A call from the nursing home called him back here from the distant city of L: Lanzhuo, who had turned into a vegetable, had been lying on the bed for nearly four years, and his physical condition suddenly began to deteriorate rapidly, with both the respiratory system and cardiovascular system failing at the same time.

Lan Jing stayed in the hospital for more than 70 hours, during which time he did not contact anyone, until Lan Zhuo's condition stabilized a little bit, Lan Jing came out to breathe, just in time Lin Xiao called.

After hearing that he came back, Lin Shao was very enthusiastic and asked him to go home for dinner.

Lan Jing didn't want to go at first, but he was haggard, his eyes were full of boiled bloodshot eyes, his lips were chapped and pale, and he hadn't changed his clothes for a few days... Shang Shaodong would probably drive him out as a beggar.

But after thinking about it, Lan Jing still bit the bullet and went after he could get news about Cong Lang from the other party.

Half an hour later, Shang Shaodong's living room.

"You..." Lin slightly looked Lan Jing up and down, and asked with some uncertainty, "Did you escape from just now?"

Shang Shaodong, who was standing beside Lin Shao with his arms around his waist, stared at him coldly.

Lan Jing didn't bother to explain, and only said to Lin Xiao, "Find me a change of clothes, I'll go take a shower."

"Oh," Lin slightly responded, and turned to go to the cloakroom to get his new shirt and trousers. As soon as he left, Shang Shaodong folded his arms and asked with a serious face, "What are you doing back?"

Lan Jing glanced at him, but said nothing. From Shang Shaodong's attitude, he knew that the other party already knew what happened between him and Cong Lang.

"I can't figure out why you have the face to come back." Shang Shaodong glanced towards the cloakroom and said in a cold tone, "If it wasn't for Xiaoshao's sake, I wouldn't let you stand here."

Lan Jing lowered his eyes and became much more silent than in the past. When he was said that, he didn't choke with the other party, but his low eyebrows and pleasing eyes did not make the person in front of him merciful. Shang Shaodong wanted to continue to say something, Seeing Lin Xiao came out, he stopped talking again.

"Here." Lin smiled slightly and handed him the clothes on his hand.

Lan Jing thanked him, and went upstairs to the bathroom, bypassing the gloomy Shang Shaodong.

"Brother Dong, my name is Lan Jinglai, are you angry?" Lin Xiao asked looking at Lan Jing's back, he sensitively felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two.

Shang Shaodong didn't tell Lin Shao about the grievances between Lan Jing and Cong Lang, he only said that they broke up and that Lan Jing went out of town in a bad mood.

Hearing his question, the expression on Shang Shaodong's face immediately softened a lot, and he said softly, "No, I just asked him why he broke up with Cong Lang."

"Oh," Lin slightly cared, "Did he say it?"

Shang Shaodong shook his head.

Not long after, Lan Jing came down from upstairs with a half-dry towel hanging around his neck. After taking a shower, his wet hair became extremely black, making his face pale and transparent.

"Brother Dong said that dinner will take a while." Sitting on the sofa, Lin Shao waved to Lan Jing, and handed him a plate with biscuits and snacks, "Eat something first."

Lan Jing came over and picked up a cookie and threw it into his mouth, then sat down opposite him.

"Where have you been these days?" "The baby is born?"

When the two spoke at the same time, Lin slightly chuckled and said a little embarrassedly, "It's been more than a month, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Okay." Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, dropped the cookie in his hand, and followed Lin Xiao into the baby's room.

"Sleeping." Lin pointed to the cradle inside and said softly.

Lan Jing walked over on tiptoe, and there was a white and fat baby lying in the cradle. The temperature in the room was high, and he was covered with a small blanket. His short legs and arms were exposed, and he would move from time to time as he breathed. move.

So cute! ! !

Lan Jing's eyes lit up suddenly, and he turned around and asked Lin Shao silently, "Can I touch him?"

Lin nodded with a slight smile.

Lan Jing carefully poked on the soft belly, and the baby in his sleep waved his small arms, closed his eyes and smacked his mouth, which immediately melted the hearts of the two adults present.

Lan Jing wanted to pinch his short legs again, but a faint voice suddenly came from outside, his body froze suddenly, and then he slowly stood up straight.

Lin slightly looked at him, walked out of the room and looked downstairs, then quickly turned to look at Lan Jing who came out.

"Sorry, I didn't know Cong... would come."

Lan Jing shook his head, followed Lin Xiao's line of sight, and when he saw the familiar figure in his memory, his pupils trembled, but then shrank again.

He had imagined the possibility of meeting Cong Lang at Shang Shaodong's house, and even had some vague expectations, but what Lan Jing didn't expect was that there was another person beside Cong Lang, and his posture and behavior were obviously very intimate.

"Lan Jing, are you okay?" Lin slightly frowned and asked with some concern.

Lan Jing shook his head suddenly, his lips were tightly pursed, and his face was paler than before.

Cong Langruo in the living room raised his head feeling something, the eyes of the two collided in the air, Lan Jing's breathing stopped suddenly, but the man withdrew his gaze as if he hadn't seen anything.

He actually ignored me, Lan Jing thought.

Shang Shaodong also saw the two people standing upstairs, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile, "Come down to eat."

Lan Jing and Lin Xiao went downstairs together.

"Where is Little Treasure, where did you go?" Cong Lang leaned on the sofa and asked, smoking a cigarette.

Shang Shaodong wanted to throw the lighter on the table to him, and the young man who came in with Cong Lang had already taken it with great insight, lit the cigarette for Cong Lang and said softly, "Brother, it's already today It's the third one, and I can't smoke any more after this one is finished."

"Well, listen to you." Cong Lang smiled.

Shang Shaodong looked calmly at Lan Jing beside the stairs whose face had become very ugly, and then said with a smile, "I went to play with Lin Xue's brother, and I can't call him back."

"That's great, I'll leave you and Lin a little bit of a world together." Cong Lang joked.

Shang Shaodong clicked, "Fart, I still have a second treasure at home."

Lin Xiao, another target of teasing, coughed uncomfortably. Cong Lang turned his head with a smile. When he saw another figure standing beside Lin Xiao, he couldn't help squinting slightly, and then turned towards Lan Xiao. In the direction of the scene, he let out a puff of smoke leisurely.