Ding, your little fool is online

After listening to the words of the principal and Wang Jianyang, Yuan Xing was enlightened and promoted to level 99 on the spot.

And in the next few days of playing in Hong Kong City, his mood was much more relaxed than the previous few days. Although he didn't feel uncomfortable in the past few days when he came to Hong Kong City, the most important thing was the change in Yuan Xing's heart. .

And got an important prop - "Courage".

But when you get it, how to use it, how to use this hard-won courage, depends on Yuanxing's own good fortune.

Yuan Xing's trip was worthwhile, but Wang Jianyang was a little bit regretful.

Because he failed to coax Yuan Xing to show him how cute he is, and he lamented that Yuan Xing would be even harder to coax when he grew up. He should really let him sell him for three days when he just brought Yuan Xing home. Three nights of cuteness.

On the return trip, Yuan Xing was obviously still feeling a little uncomfortable, maybe still airsick, and he ate a lot of food before boarding the plane, no matter how much Wang Yuyang tried to persuade him, he couldn't stop him from stuffing snacks into his mouth crazily.

"Mr. Happy... I'm so uncomfortable, like, like that night in the hotel, kiss, kiss you... Well, it's so disgusting, I feel like vomiting..." Yuan Xing desperately covered his mouth with his hands, wrinkled Eyebrows, eyes straight up.

"..." Wang Yuyang was helpless with his descriptions, but he still reached out to touch his forehead, "I told you not to eat so much. If you don't listen to advice, you feel uncomfortable now? Let me tell you that this is not listening to the old man's words." , do you know that the loss is in front of your eyes?"

"I, I, vomit..."

"Okay, okay, I won't train you, and you don't talk, just lie down for a while with your eyes closed."

Seeing his face turning blue and white, Wang Yuyang felt that he would not take a plane if he came out again in the future.

The passenger next to him opened the visor to take pictures, and the dazzling light made Wang Jianyang squint his eyes. He pulled out an eye mask and put it on for Yuan Xing so that he could have a good rest.

Before boarding the plane, Wang Yuyang once received a call from Jiaming, but he didn't answer it because he was in a hurry to board the plane. Of course, he didn't want to answer it because of one of the reasons.

Although he was very reluctant, Wang Yuyang still planned to wait until he arrived at the Capital Airport and then go back.

I don't know why he called me, but since that day, Jiaming hasn't apologized at all, and Wang Yuyang hasn't forgiven him for Yuanxing yet.

It only takes three hours to fly from Hong Kong City to Beijing City. Just after leaving the airport, when Wang Yuyang was about to answer Jiaming's call on the side of the road, Yuan Xing behind him couldn't hold back after all, and vomited "Wow" all the way on the street.The cleaner next to him who was about to go home from get off work slapped the uncle's face black.

"Sorry, sorry." Wang Yuyang smiled awkwardly at the cleaning master, "I'll clean it up for you later."

He looked back at Yuan Xing who was squatting on the edge of the tree pit to rinse his mouth, put away his phone, walked over and patted him on the back: "Are you still eating?"

Yuan Xing, who was squatting on the ground, did not reply him, hugged himself with both hands and trembled slightly, and most of the water in the bottle flowed on the ground.

Seeing that something was wrong with him, Wang Yuyang immediately squatted down and reached out to brush his hair.

What came into view was a small pale face drenched in sweat, eyes squinted, eyelashes wet with sweat, and lips bloodless.

Yuan Xing raised his head slowly, pursed his lips, and whispered, "Mr. Happy, my stomach hurts..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianyang immediately hired a taxi to take him to the hospital for treatment.

Leaving the cleaner uncle messy in the wind alone: ​​"Your uncle's..."

……

"Acute appendicitis." The doctor typed a few lines on the keyboard, "Is it going to be relieved temporarily or once and for all?"

Wang Jianyang, who didn't understand what the doctor meant, asked, "What?"

"Should I take anti-inflammatory medicine or undergo surgery to cut it off?" the doctor said.

Wang Qianyang looked at Yuan Xing, Yuan Xing didn't want to choose any of them.

"Take medicine for anti-inflammatory." Wang Yuyang pinched the center of his brows and made a choice for Yuan Xing.

Although it only takes one week for appendicitis surgery to leave the hospital, Wang Yuyang still can't bear to let his little one use a knife, and he doesn't want to watch such a gluttonous little guy without food and water for a week.

"Don't eat so much greasy food in the future." The doctor wrote a list to the past, "Nowadays, most people suffer from gastroenteritis because they eat too much and have too much nutrition! First go to pay the fee and then go to the first floor to get medicine and infusion."

Wang Jianyang vaguely remembered that the last time Yuan Xing was ill was when the two first met last year. It was malnutrition at that time, but now it is overnutrition. It seems that Wang's plan to raise Yuanyuan pigs was very successful.

Because Yuan Xing was inconvenient to move around, Wang Yuyang borrowed a wheelchair from the hospital for him cheeky, and pushed him up and down the hospital floor.

Along the way, Yuan Xing clutched his stomach and curled up in a ball on the wheelchair.

Wang Jianyang couldn't help speeding up his steps, quickly pushed him to the infusion room, and asked, "How do you feel after seeing the doctor?"

Yuan Xing said in a low voice: "Sit, sitting in a wheelchair, this feeling... I understand, I understand Brother Xiaoqiu."

Wang Yuyang: "..."

Forget it, the pigs I raise will grow up crying.

After Yuan Xing was infused with the fluid, it had been more than an hour since the two arrived at the hospital.

The temperature in Beijing is high in summer, and the central air conditioner in the infusion hall is not strong enough. Wang Yuyang still pushed Yuan Xing and pulled two large suitcases at the same time, and he broke out in a sweat after a while.

Yuan Xing shouted cold and hot next to him.

"Mr. Happy, cold, cold."

Wang Yuyang immediately took out a coat and put it on him, wrapped it up so that no wind could get in, and helped him warm his hands by the way.

"Mr. Happy, it's hot, it's hot."

Wang Jianyang immediately took off his coat again, he didn't have a fan tool at hand, so he used his hand as a fan, and he was so hard that he wanted to shake his wrist until it broke.

After tossing back and forth like this, Wang Jianyang soon became sweaty all over his body.

After Yuan Xing said that he was cold again, Wang Yuyang couldn't help reaching out and tapping Yuan Xing's forehead: "You, you, tell me honestly, did God send you to torture me?"

"Huh?" Yuan Xing, who lived in the alternation of cold and heat, was a little dazed and couldn't hear what Wang Jianyang was saying.

The blurred consciousness caused his vision to be blurred, and everything in front of him had only a rough outline and phantom.

He probably saw that Wang Yuyang didn't hold the dress in his hand, so he had to repeat what he said just now: "Mr. Happy, I, I'm so cold."

At the same time, he stretched out his hands subconsciously, put his palms together, gently shook them back and forth, and said softly, "Please, please."

This was a few days ago when he was at the Hong Kong City University Hotel, he asked Wang Yuyang what the school motto of Hong Kong City University meant, and Wang Yuyang asked him to beg himself so.

Probably because he was confused at the moment, so he begged Mr. Happy in this way.

Yuan Xing's face was covered with a light layer of crimson, especially the end of the eyes, as if someone had dipped peach blossoms and painted the thickest touch there with a brush.The eyelashes were wet, twinkling under the light of the infusion room, the eyes narrowed slightly, and the eyes were extremely blurred.

When he spoke, his mouth was unconsciously pouted, and his lips were as soft as jelly.

Coupled with the movement of shaking his hands back and forth and the soft voice of "please, please", looking at it as a whole, Wang Jianyang is not dead but also half dead.

"Okay, I'll cover you with this!"

Wang Yuyang, who had only half his life left, instantly picked up the clothes like a chicken blood, and covered Yuan Xing at the speed of light: "I must cover my baby, and I can't be cold."

Yuan Xing let out a "hmm" from his throat, closed his eyes and fell asleep after covering his clothes, and did not torture Wang Yuyang again.

Seeing that he finally fell asleep, Wang Yuyang breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't eat anything before getting off the plane. Fortunately, after a toss with Yuan Xing, he was so hungry that his chest stuck to his back, and he wanted something to eat.However, since Yuan Xing was receiving an infusion, it was difficult for him to walk around, and it was not very good for him to order food to the hospital.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyang called Wu Xiaomao and asked him to come here quickly and buy something else by the way.

Before calling him, Wang Yuyang saw Jiaming's missed call, and wanted to call Wu Xiaomao and return, but because Yuan Xing called him, he forgot.

"Mr. Happy..." Yuan Xing opened his eyes and shouted.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yuyang immediately turned his head, leaving the bastard Jiaming behind, "Is it cold again?"

Yuan Xing licked his lips and whispered, "I'm a little thirsty."

"I'm thirsty..." Wang Yuyang was a little worried, because he didn't have water at hand, and the doctor told him to stop drinking and eating within 24 hours.

"Yeah." Yuan Xing nodded, "I want to drink water."

As he spoke, he took his hands out of his clothes again, clasped his hands together, and swayed back and forth: "Please, Mr. Happy."

"Drink it well for you!" Wang Jianyang was completely dead.

He turned around and sent a message to Wu Xiaomao to remind him to buy a bottle of water on the way.

One foot had already stepped into the hospital, and Wu Xiaomao, who was carrying a big bag in his arms, had no choice but to turn that foot back again, secretly cursing Wang Yuyang, an old bastard who valued sex and despised friends.

After waiting for a while, Wu Xiaomao rushed into the infusion room panting, and handed the water to Wang Yuyang: "You shameless."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wang Jianyang didn't take it seriously, and took the water from his hand.

Then, under Yuanxing's hopeful gaze, he unscrewed the bottle of water.

Poured a small capped bottle for him.

Yuan Xing blinked to look at the small bottle cap, then raised his eyes to look at Wang Yuyang, and said in a low voice, "Too, too little, not enough to drink."

"The doctor told you not to drink too much." Wang Yuyang pushed the bottle cap towards him again, "Sip a little, don't drink it all."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips again, as if he wanted to pull out his hand again to give Wang Yuyang a please, please, Sanlian.

Just when Wang Yuyang was about to compromise, his cell phone rang, and it was Jiaming calling.

"Wu Xiaomao, look at him." Wang Jianyang stuffed the water bottle to Wu Xiaomao, "Just a bottle cap, not even a drop."

After answering the phone, Wang Yuyang suppressed his emotions just now, and said coldly: "Hey, what's the matter?"

While talking on the phone, he was walking towards the pharmacy on the street. Just now he found that his hand was scratched by a suitcase and was bleeding a little, so he wanted to buy a band-aid to stick it on.

"..." Jia Ming was silent for a while, and then said, "Yuan Xing, is he alright?"

Wang Yuyang didn't want to tell Jiaming Yuanxing's illness at first, but after much deliberation, this guy didn't even apologize after so long, so he said: "Thanks to you, it's not very good. I'm sick and I'm in the hospital now."

Jiaming's voice over there trembled, and there was a rare anxiety in his tone: "What's wrong? Is it serious?"

"Don't bother you." Wang Yuyang walked into the pharmacy and took out a box of band-aids. "Just tell me if you have anything to do. I'll take care of Yuan Xing later."

"Well..." Jiaming also restrained his emotions, and said solemnly, "You also know that Yuan Hongming has come to Beijing, right? I have been sending people to look for him these days, but they have not been found."

Hearing Yuan Hongming's name, Wang Yuyang still frowned: "And then?"

"Then." Jiaming clicked the mouse, and a photo of a man appeared on the computer screen, "I'll send you Yuan Hongming's photo, and you should pay more attention to it, after all

This is a matter between the two. "

In order to prevent Yuan Hongming from hurting Yuan Xing, even if there is any quarrel between Wang Qianyang and Jiaming, they must stand on the same front.

Wang Yuyang nodded: "Okay, you add me on WeChat, the number is my phone number."

"Okay." Jiaming turned off the photo, "I'll send it to you later."

"Well, do you have anything else to do?" Wang Qianyang settled the bill and planned to go out, and also planned to hang up the phone by the way.

"Also." Jia Ming hurriedly said, his tone paused again and again, "I'm sorry for what happened last time, I'm sorry for Yuan Xing, please help me say sorry to him."

Wang Jianyang sighed: "I can't make the decision for Yuan Xing in this matter, you tell him yourself."

Jiaming said something again, but it seemed that because of the signal, his voice was harsh, and he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.Wang Yuyang said "Hello, hello" to the microphone several times, and finally hung up the phone, waiting for Jiaming to send him a photo.

There was a row of chairs in the pharmacy, and Wang Yuyang simply sat on it, unwrapped the Band-Aid, and wrapped his injured finger.

As soon as the garbage was thrown into the trash can, a man walked in from the door.

The man was about forty years old, his eyes were bare in his single eyelids, his nose bridge was fairly straight, but a scar on his chin added a bit of hostility to his face.

The hair looked like it hadn't been washed for many days, but the clothes were clean. When passing by Wang Yuyang's side, he could smell the smell of cigarette smoke.The middle finger of his right hand is yellow and black, and he presumably is an old smoker.

He was limping when he was walking. Wang Jianyang took a closer look and found a finger-long scar on the man's left leg. The blood was still flowing out. It must be a new wound, but it didn't look deep.

"Hello." Although the man looked downcast, his tone was very arrogant, and his accent didn't sound like a local. "Get me a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao and gauze!"

The young clerk was startled by the man, and hurriedly took out what he was waiting for from the counter, scanned the barcode and put it on the table: "One, the total is 55 yuan, cash or credit card?"

As a result, the man ran away after taking the things, and seemed to have no intention of paying.

"Hey, you didn't give me the money!" The little shop assistant rushed to him quickly and stopped him, "Give me back the things! Otherwise, I'm going to call the police!"

The man glanced at the little girl, clenched the things in his hands, and when he was about to bump her away and run out, he put his hands on his shoulders and held him in place forcefully.

"I said big brother." Wang Jianyang sighed, "You don't have money, so don't make things difficult for the little girl."

"Which fucking onion are you?" The man shook off Wang Yuyang's hand vigorously, "Why don't you care about so many things, why don't you go home and see if your turtle son wets the bed!"

In fact, Wang Yuyang just wanted to help him pay for the medicine for a moment, because he thought of Yuan Xing when he saw the scar on the man's left leg.

His Xiao Yuanxing also had such a scar on his left leg. Just looking at that scar, he could feel the pain and the feeling of blood flowing out of his body at that time, just like the man in front of him, maybe there was something unspeakable hidden.

And the man took advantage of Wang Yuyang's stunned gap, pushed away the clerk who was blocking him with all his might, and ran away quickly.

"Guest, are you alright?" The little girl hurriedly asked Wang Yuyang, "Oh no, I have to call the police first!"

"No need." Wang Yuyang rubbed his forehead, and the Band-Aid rubbed against his temple, the rough touch made him wake up a little.

He walked to the checkout counter and took out his credit card: "Let me pay for him, you little girl, be careful, lest he come to revenge on you in the future."

After walking out of the pharmacy, Wang Yuyang looked around again, and wanted to buy some food for Yuan Xing, but thinking of the doctor's order, he took his hand back.

I can only wrong the little baby for a while.

Jiaming's friend application has already been sent, and after Wang Yiyang clicked to agree, the other party sent a message soon.

JM: The photo was taken seven or eight years ago, but this old bastard hasn't changed much, and he can be recognized from the photo.

JM: [image]

After Wang Jianyang clicked on the photo, he stopped in a hurry just now.

With the scorching sun overhead, Xia Chan in the shadow of the tree screamed almost crazy.

Wang Yuyang stood under the sun, a drop of sweat slipped from his cheek to his chin, and dripped onto the phone screen.

Infinitely magnified the scar on the man's chin in the photo.