cry that scum

Chapter 115 Come to pick you up

The Golden Knife slid down two floors, and when he looked up, he realized that Lan Jing hadn't followed. His eyebrows twitched, and he raised his head and shouted, "Lan Jing!"

There was no answer, only the crackling of flames in the air.

Jin Dao didn't know what happened to Lan Jing, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

But at this moment, there is no time for him to go back and have a look. Jin Dao can't take care of that much, so he can only send Mu Zixing down first.

As a result, as soon as the feet touched the ground, the four big Benz stopped not far away, and the rapid drift caused the mud around the tires to spray out in a fan shape.

Cong Lang got out of the car and strode over like a person with normal vision.

"Where's Lan Jing?" He asked loudly.

Jin Dao had never seen such an anxious look on Cong Lang's face. He wiped his neck scratched by the splashed window glass and replied, "It's still on the eighth floor. I don't know why he didn't come down."

Cong Lang's face changed, and he looked up at the window on the eighth floor.

Both he and Jin Dao were very close to the dormitory building, and the subordinates who brought them hurried over to pull them away, fearing that the splashed things would hurt him.

Cong Lang didn't move, he made a gesture, and his subordinates understood, four young men in combat uniforms came out more and more, quickly shot their claws towards the roof, and then quickly climbed up.

"This man is injured, find someone to take him to the hospital, and I will go too." Jin Dao said.

"It's too late," Cong Lang said in a deep voice. He asked two of his subordinates to take Mu Zixing away, then took out his mobile phone and threw it to Jin Dao, "Call Lan Jing."

Cong Lang has vision problems, but he is not completely blind, and after such a long period of conservative treatment, he can see things more clearly than before.

Looking at the fire above his head, Cong Lang knew that it was not enough time to wait for someone to go up and get Lan Jing down.

This is not making a movie, but also let the hero and heroine have an affectionate dialogue in the monstrous sea of ​​​​fire, and then kiss for five or six minutes.

The situation waits for no one at all, and every second is precious.

Cong Lang probably knew why Lan Jing stayed on the top, he was pained and shocked, but at the moment he had to calm down, what he had to do now was to persuade Lan Jing to get down by himself as soon as possible.

Lan Jing sat by the wall, took out the flattened cigarette case from his butt pocket, and lit one for himself.

In fact, 10 minutes ago, he never thought of ending his life in this way.

When she was four years old, her mother's mental problems were already very serious. She locked Xiao Lanjing in the bedroom and set the quilt cover on fire.

That was the first time Lan Jing faced death.

In the following years, in the house whose roof was painted white like a castle, he had several brushes with death until his mother passed away.

Lan Jing looked up and recalled his short life of more than 20 years. After his mother died, he was taken back by his father and faced house arrest and abuse.

He escaped at the age of nine, and what greeted him was the most inhumane criminal organization in society.

After a narrow escape, he survived by chance and was picked up by his adoptive mother, and finally lived a peaceful life for several years.

But it seems that he got this kind of time on credit, and suddenly one day, fate made him pay back the principal with interest.

Lan Jing twitched the corners of his mouth, he was born in the abyss, and he has long been used to the darkness.

Even though he had turned himself into a walking dead a few years ago, he never thought of seeking death specifically, even though he didn't know why he wanted to live.

But he met Cong Lang.

It was the man who injected fresh blood and a heartbeat into his walking dead body.

Lan Jing felt that he was alive, and the days when he fell in love with Cong Lang were the only happy moments in his life.

However, this period of time is really too short, as long as I think of the rest of my life, I will have to rely on memories to spend every day after that.

He has no choice.

Suddenly I couldn't hold on anymore.

If I had never seen the light...

Lan Jing sniffed, not knowing what to read from that book, saying that love makes people vulnerable, this is not false at all.

In this life, every step he took was so difficult, and finally he fell down completely at Cong Lang's place.

The cell phone rang very abruptly in the room. Lan Jing wiped his eyes, took out the phone and glanced at it. When he saw the caller ID, he was stunned, and then stood up leaning on the wall and looked down at the window.

Cong Lang was raising his head, and the scorching air wave stimulated his eyes to shed physiological tears, but he didn't dare to blink, staring straight at the window on the eighth floor.

When the other end was connected, he immediately called out in a very soft voice, "Lan Xiaojing?"

Lan Jing's ears trembled, and he looked at him from a distance, and it took several seconds before he replied in a nasal voice, "En."

"What are you doing?" Cong Lang asked softly.

"I……"

"Come on down and go home."

Cong Lang paused and said, "I made a new cream cake, you can eat it when you go back."

Lan Jing's throat choked.

Cong Lang couldn't wait for his response, so he continued to speak, with almost imperceptible trills in every word, "My eyes are not healed yet, and the blood clot in my brain has not disappeared. Don't you worry about it before the operation is successful?" ?”

"Lan Xiaojing, are you willing to leave me?"

There was still no sound from the other end of the phone, Cong Lang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he said with a smile in his voice, "Okay, if you don't come down, I'll come up to pick you up in person."

"...don't," Lan Jing finally said hoarsely, "I'll come down by myself."

After a while, a figure climbed out of the window on the eighth floor.

Cong Lang's pupils shrank, and he stared intently.

The fire has become uncontrollable, sirens sounded from far away, everyone held their breath and waited for the slowly descending figure.

Cong Lang's hand holding the phone was sweating, and he stood motionless in the posture of answering the phone.

Three floors—two floors—one floor.

Until Lan Jing stood in front of him with his upper body naked and his face covered in blood, Cong Lang let out a barely audible breath.

"I..." Looking at him, Lan Jing seemed a little at a loss, let go of the steel cable in his hand, and stood there hesitantly.

Cong Lang took two steps forward, hugged the man in a mess, and whispered in his ear, "You scared me to death."

Lan Jing twitched his nose in embarrassment, and was about to speak, when a voice next to him said weakly, "...Boss, why don't you wait until you move back a little bit before hugging? It's a little dangerous here."

When Cong Lang heard this, he responded, let go of his hand, and told them to withdraw first, and he took Lan Jing back to the car.

When he sat in the back seat, Cong Lang rubbed his chin with his arm, then paused suddenly, leaned close to his sleeve, smelled it, touched it again, and his face suddenly changed.

He turned Lan Jing's shoulder and asked in a deep voice, "Did your back hurt?"

The blue background has already been covered with blood and flesh, and in some places, drops of thick dark blood are hanging on the broken glass fragments.

But Lan Jing was still immersed in other emotions. At the moment, his pain nerves were a little numb, so he didn't feel any pain, so he said, "It's a small injury, it must have scratched the skin."

"...Lan Xiaojing, I'm not blind, I just can't see clearly," Cong Lang turned to the driver in front of him and said, "Drive, go to Aihua Hospital."

It's been a long time since I heard Cong Lang call himself that. Lan Jing's nose suddenly became sour, his lips moved, and he wanted to ask something but didn't dare to ask it, and it was stuck in his throat. yes……"

is that true?Or are you just words of comfort?

"Really," Cong Lang said, he raised his hand to touch Lan Jing's wet eyelashes, and finally showed Lan Jing's most familiar smile in the past.

Then Lan Jing felt cold lips on his thin eyelids, and the man said softly, "Lan Xiaojing, Brother Cong is here to take you home."