Ding, your little fool is online

The answer Yuan Xing gave was exactly the same as what Wang Jianyang had guessed in his mind.

He continued to whisper: "Yes, when I was very young, my mother and grandma went out, out. The villain is drunk, and he wants to take...a knife..."

Before he finished speaking, he was embraced by Wang Jianyang, and he couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

Wang Yuyang patted him on the back one after another, coaxing him in a warm voice: "Needless to mention Yuan Xing, I know all about it. Our little Yuan Xing has suffered."

Yuan Xing in his arms seemed uncomfortable, trembling slightly, biting his lower lip, and let out a "woo" sound from his throat.The voice was low, as if trying to endure something.

Hearing the sound, Wang Yuyang immediately hugged him tighter: "It's okay, Yuan Xing, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this to you."

Now that you have guessed the answer, why ask yourself?Obviously I was so happy when I went home this afternoon.

Wang Qianyang was very remorseful.

However, Wang Yuyang looked down at the little furry head on his chest again.

Although Yuan Xing has been growing, and the thorns entangled in his heart are gradually being pulled away one by one by warmth, Yuan Hongming is the deepest thorn in his heart after all.

The injury Yuan Hongming brought to his childhood is not something that time can wear away, just like the scar on his left leg, after so many years, it is still ugly across the skin, just like it healed at the beginning.

Wang Jianyang stretched out his hand and stroked the brown scar with his thumb, trying to heal the wound in his heart in this way.

The scar is a raised touch, while the skin beside it is white and smooth.

The touch under the fingertips is uneven, like a child with a scar on his leg, deep in his heart, stepping on the pits and pits on the surface of the heart, and every step is accompanied by a throbbing heartbeat.

"It's okay, Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang hugged him and said, "I won't mention him in front of you in the future, it's okay."

In fact, Wang Yuyang didn't mention Yuan Hongming deliberately this time, but he just received a call from Jiaming a few days ago.

It was the afternoon when Yuan Xing received Little Xingxing's certificate and was about to take it to find Miss Sister, but Wang Yuyang stopped him before he was about to leave the house, and finally let him go.

At that time, it was said that it was related to my mother, but to be precise, it was related to Yuan Hongming.

Jiaming told Wang Yuyang on the phone that his family saw Yuan Hongming in Beijing, but at that time Jiaming's relatives were on the subway, and Yuan Hongming was on the opposite subway, so he only took one look. The subway started hastily.

So Jiayi didn't see Yuan Hongming with his own eyes, which is a little bit fortunate.

In fact, when Jia Yi had just fled back home from that devil's lair, the Jia family had gotten a little bit of news from her, went to that small village, and tried to bring Yuan Hongming's family to justice.

However, the village is backward and remote. Most people in the village have no legal awareness and do not think that abducting women and children is illegal. Some people's children and wives are even abducted.

Of course, the ignorant villagers did not welcome Jiaming's family and drove them out. A relative was injured in the head by a stone thrown by the villagers.

Seeing that this was not going to work, the Jia family turned to the local police for help, but they said they couldn't handle it and told the Jia family to give up as soon as possible.Jiaming had no choice but to leave with his relatives, and he didn't know whether they really couldn't control it or the government and the people interacted with each other.

But before they left, they still got a photo of Yuan Hongming. No one except Jiaming knew exactly how they got it.

After getting the photo, Jia's family kept the devil's appearance firmly in their minds.

After that, in order to take Jiayi's condition into consideration, Jia's family never went to that small village again, nor did they ask Jiayi again.

The appearance of Yuan Hongming has been silent in their hearts for four years.

Until that day, the dust is wiped off and the sin is floating in the air.

That day, Jiaming talked to Wang Jianyang about this matter on the phone. Wang Jianyang weighed it and did not tell Yuan Xing about it at that time.

As for the purpose of Yuan Hongming's coming to the capital, no one knew since no one had seen him again.

Wang Yuyang went to the flower market the next day to find Zhang Mingxing and asked him if he knew the reason.

Zhang Mingxing immediately called his family and learned that Yuan Hongming had made a big bet and sold off the remaining fields and ancestral house in the family. In the end, he lost the bet and came down to the capital in a fit of anger, and threatened to come to the capital to find his wife and children. .

He came to the capital, but he was only seen once by Jiaming's family, and he was never seen again since then, as if he had evaporated.

But in any case, others are real in this city.

Yuan Xing gradually calmed down, and began to twist and turn in Wang Yuyang's arms. He seemed to feel that it was a bit hot to hold him like this, and started the routine of "evil Yuanyuan first sued" in the afternoon: "Mr. of."

Seeing that he was in better condition, Wang Qianyang tightened his arms and hugged him tighter, deliberately teasing him: "Don't let go, I'm going to hug Xiao Yuanxing today."

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing thought for a while, then stretched out his arms to hug Wang Yuyang, and rubbed his head against his chest, "Then, let's hug him." Then, he squeezed into his arms again. , The whole person is going to lie on top of the person.

He said that he was stubborn, but he actually wanted to hug him.

Especially in the uncomfortable situation just now, the embrace of Mr. Happy is sweeter than eating a whole box of chocolate candies.

After successfully squeezing into the embrace and sitting firmly on the lap, Yuan Xing raised his head and blinked at Wang Yuyang, who then reached out and patted his head.

The two sat on the sofa, neither saying a word.

Wang Yuyang was thinking while wrapping his index finger around Yuan Xing's hair.

Yuan Hongming was in Beijing, although Beijing and Yuan Hongming were like a drop in the ocean compared to a share of Yuan Hongming, the probability of meeting them by chance was close to zero.But just because Yuan Xing was able to see his mother with a casual glance in the car, Wang Yuyang believed in how "good" Yuan Xing's "luck" was.

If Yuan Xing was really "lucky" and met Yuan Hongming alone, the consequences would be disastrous.

The evening wind flew by outside the window, and the curtains were lifted high, and when they fell, there was a "whoosh" sound, and then the raindrops slapped on the window sill.The thunderstorm fell suddenly, without giving anyone a chance to catch their breath, the house became stuffy and irritated.

Looking at the lightning and thunder outside the window, Wang Qianyang sighed inwardly.

The rainstorm is coming.

It was a sunny day after the rainstorm, and Yuan Xing hadn't been to the rehabilitation center for more than a week in order to send stars to his mother.Today he woke up early on purpose, brought candies and snacks from home, and prepared to take them to Grandma Fang, Sister Xiao Chen, and his brother Xiaoqiu.

Ling Qiuchi was picked up by the driver and went home for dinner, and said that he would take Yuanxing to Maoca to see the world next time.

Yuan Xing was picked up by Wang Yuyang, went home to eat lunch and rested for a while, and hurried to the hot pot restaurant. His life seemed to have returned to the previous state, but he was more comforted than before.

Zhang Yue recruited another child to distribute snacks and drinks, and Yuan Xing was transferred indoors to help customers order food.

After working all afternoon, Zhang Yue came over and asked him, "Is it okay? If you don't feel comfortable, come back and give out snacks."

"It's okay." Yuan Xing wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, "I think I, I can do it."

"That's fine." Zhang Yue handed him a wet towel, "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell your sister."

"Yeah." Yuan Xing nodded, and continued to order food for the guests.

Recently, a group of strange people came to the store. They didn't come to eat hot pot like normal customers. Yuan Xing felt that they came to the store to cook.

"That waiter, can you add another bowl of rice for me? By the way, the beef cubes are gone. Please tell the back chef."

This is the third person Yuan Xing met today who was going to cook beef porridge in the shop.

He nodded, answered "OK", walked to the back kitchen and brought a bowl of rice to him first.

The beef cubes in the seasoning area were empty. Yuan Xing asked several colleagues in a row, but they didn’t know where the beef cubes were stored in the warehouse. Finally, one of them told him: "Sister Yue just bought the goods yesterday, you can ask her."

So Yuan Xing had no choice but to go to Zhang Yue.

In the end, he didn't find Zhang Yue, but he saw Jia Ming.

Yuan Xing was actually a little afraid of Jiaming, and he thought his mother was coming, so he subconsciously wanted to hide.

As a result, Jiaming stopped him from a distance: "Yuan Xing."

Yuan Xing froze for a moment, then slowly turned around.

The person in front of him had the same drooping eyes as his own, and was his uncle.But there was no trace of affection in this uncle's eyes.

"I, I'll wear it now, in piggy clothes." Yuan Xing said timidly, "Go, go and hide."

"No need." Jia Ming said lightly, "Jia Yi didn't come, I'm the only one."

Yuan Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Then, do you want to eat hot pot? I'll take you in."

"That's unnecessary." Jiaming shook his head, "I'm here to ask you something."

Yuan Xing asked: "What?"

"It's about your father, Yuan Hongming."

The time was close to seven o'clock, Wang Yuyang worked extra half an hour today, turned off the computer and hurried towards the hotpot restaurant, afraid that his little Yuanxing would be in a hurry.

After getting off the elevator and turning the corner, Wang Yuyang saw Zhang Yue standing at the door at a glance.

He greeted him and asked, "Where's Yuan Xing?"

"I'm helping people order food in the store." Zhang Yue said, "I transferred him."

"Thank you."

After Wang Qianyang thanked him, he went straight to the shop.But the result was the same as last time, he didn't find Yuan Xing in the store, and walked towards the warehouse involuntarily, while an ominous premonition gradually lingered in his heart.

It turned out that there was no one in the warehouse either, and that Stitch's doll costume was the same as when he left last time, lying alone on the ground leaning against the box behind him.

Where can that go?

Wang Jianyang frowned, and his heart became a little more irritable.

Yuan Xing changes into work clothes when he goes to work, and his personal belongings are also stored in the cabinet, so his mobile phone is not with him.Wang Yuyang hung up the phone, intending to go to the door of the store and ask Zhang Yue again.

As soon as he turned around, he heard Yuan Xing's voice behind him.

"I, I don't..."

I only heard the first half of the sentence, but didn't hear the rest clearly.

The voice was very low and light, but Wang Jianyang could still hear the trembling and fear in it.

Behind the warehouse is a door. Behind the door is a deep corridor, which is dark all year round. Those who have not walked through it have no idea where the corridor leads.

Wang Jianyang rushed out of the door immediately, followed the trembling voice, and walked quickly in the dimly lit corridor.

The faster he walked, the louder Motoko's voice became, and gradually he could hear the complete conversation over there.

"Think about it again? After all, this is related to your mother's current state and mood."

"I, I really don't know, and I don't, I don't remember..."

"Please, please uncle, I really, yes, I don't want to think about it anymore...Really, he is not, not my father..."

Hearing the trembling voice, Wang Qianyang's heart shuddered.

Turning left, the setting sun was shining directly, Wang Yuyang, who had been walking in the dark for a long time, subconsciously squinted his eyes.

In front of them were Jia Ming and Yuan Xing.

Jiaming stood on the west side, with thick clouds behind him, with one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in the other.

Motoko twisted his hands together, lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.But the moment he heard the footsteps, he raised his head, his already red and swollen eye sockets became red again, and his steps also moved towards Wang Qianyang.

"Go, Mr. Happy, woohoo."

The moment he threw himself into his arms, he cried out in a low voice, his shoulders trembled, and the sound of gasping was like thorns on Wang Yuyang's heart.

Wang Yuyang hurriedly hugged him, and comforted him softly: "Yuan Xing, don't cry, I'm here, right? Don't cry, don't cry."

Seeing Yuan Xing's reaction, Jiaming froze for a moment, and the cigarette ash fell to the ground.

Wang Jianyang looked at the sparks on Jiaming's fingertips, frowned, straightened his waist, and asked him coldly: "Why is Yuan Xing crying? What did you ask him?"

Yuan Xing wiped away his tears while rushing to answer Wang Yuyang's question: "Uncle, uncle asked me about bad, bad guys..."

"I said me, I don't remember, I really don't remember, also, I can't remember, my uncle keeps asking me..."

"Then, that villain is not me, not my father...I don't admit it."

Hearing this, Wang Yuyang's face suddenly darkened, he raised his eyes and looked at Jiaming coldly.

In the evening when the capital was over 30 degrees Celsius, his eyes gave Jiaming a chilling feeling.

Even Jiaming didn't notice the moment the cigarette butt fell from his fingertips.

When he hurriedly crushed the spark with the toe of his shoe, he hurriedly explained: "Jiayi knows that Yuan Hongming has come to Beijing, and his mood is not stable. I want to solve this matter as soon as possible, but I don't know much, nor Dare to ask Jia Yi, this is..."

The second half of his sentence was interrupted by Wang Yuyang coldly: "What are you?"

"Your family didn't do a good job of keeping secrets, so you came to press Yuan Xing?! Are you still a fucking human???"

Jia Ming was taken aback for a moment.

It is rare for Wang Jianyang to speak to others with such a fierce tone and high decibel, and it is also rare to speak such vulgar language. It is obvious that he is really angry this time.

"Yuan Xing has made it clear that he can't remember, why are you forcing him to recall those things again? Are you clearly bullying my child???"

"If I were forcing Jiayi to remember the past with Yuan Hongming, what the hell would you think? Ah Jiaming? You are so fucking amazing." Wang Yuyang asked through gritted teeth road

"You are Jiayi's real brother, I can understand this. Even if your family doesn't recognize Yuanxing, I can understand."

"But you regard him as one of the culprits, and there are always people who regard him as a treasure!"

"Yuan Xing is as innocent as Jia Yi, you are only hurting him by doing this! How is it different from a scum like Yuan Hongming???"

Unconsciously, Wang Qianyang raised his voice, speaking every word, with full of anger.

"Mr. Jia." Wang Jianyang took a deep breath, trying to calm down his anger, he took Yuan Xing and took a step back, "Believe it or not, if you weren't Jia Yi's brother, or Yuan Xing's uncle, you might be killed by me today." Throw it from the fifth floor."

"I..." Jiaming, who has always been eloquent, was speechless by Wang Jianyang's words.

He hurriedly turned to Yuan Xing, as if he wanted to apologize: "That Yuan, Yuan Xing, uncle..."

Before the words of apology came out, Wang Yuyang took Yuan Xing and left: "Mr. Jiaming, I am sorry to accompany you. What you did today makes me really unable to forgive you."

No matter how much his little Yuan Xing has grown, no matter how brave he is.But the shadow Yuan Hongming brought to him is like the scar on his left leg that has not faded for many years. Whenever he is lonely, the scar seems to be cut open again with a sharp blade, and the bloody flesh and blood come out. , bright red liquid gurgling and flowing.

What's more, there was more than one scar on his body.

Wang Yuyang took Yuan Xing directly to the car. In the [-]-degree room temperature, Yuan Xing's skin was frighteningly cold.Wang Yuyang hurriedly found a blanket behind the car to wrap him up, stretched out his arms to hug him to keep him warm, and comforted him sweatingly.

"It's okay Yuan Xing, no one will ask you anymore."

"That Jiaming is a big idiot, a big villain, bullying our little Yuan Xing, and Mr. Kaixin beats him every time he sees him, can you help our Yuan Xing vent his anger?"

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Yuanxing, don't be afraid, you are fine, and mom is fine, both of you are fine."

Yuan Xing was still trembling violently, Wang Qianyang hugged him, and kissed his forehead and the top of his hair indiscriminately.

In the past, Yuan Xing heard Zhang Mingxing ask him if he was Yuan Hongming's son at the flower market, so he could run out crying.Now even though he has grown a lot, he still cannot face this different pain alone.

Mental decline, being pointed at by others, bullied by colleagues, the grandmother who loved him and loved him died, deceived by bad guys, and the mother who can't see each other.All these fortunes can be carried by one person, but this is the only thing that he can't bear alone.

This matter involved two families, and it was not something his thin shoulders could bear.

"Xiao Yuanxing, don't be afraid, those things are over, it's nothing, I will accompany you in the future. If you are afraid, hide behind me, or hide in my arms, I will help you block the pain , I will always be with you and face those things with you."

"Did you hear that, Xiao Yuanxing? I will always be with you."

He can't face it alone, someone will always hold his hand and accompany him through this road shrouded in darkness.

The temperature in the closed car gradually increased, and beads of sweat slipped from Wang Yuyang's nose and chin, and fell on Yuan Xing's body and the blanket.

Gradually, Yuan Xing's body was not as cold as before, and under Wang Yuyang's comfort, his emotions gradually calmed down.

After a while, Yuan Xing raised his head, grabbed the clothes on Wang Yuyang's chest and asked, "Mr. Happy, bad, bad guy, is he in the same city as us?"

The author has something to say: 100 chapters!Let the flowers spread!Cuckoo!

Probably the last big chapter!It won't be cruel, be more careful

There is a terrace on the fifth floor and the fourth floor of the hot pot restaurant, so the annoying uncle will not be thrown to death by Lao Wang, after all, Lao Wang will be in trouble, and Xiao Xingxing will have no one to accompany him (although in the end Didn't fall _(:з"∠)_)