Ding, your little fool is online

After turning into a bald head, Yuan Xing always felt uncomfortable everywhere, especially the top of his head, which was always chilly.

And there is one more hobby in Wang Jianyang's life, that is "playing him".

Always with a loving smile, put your hands on Yuan Xing's bald head, touch it around, and even take various pictures.

Yuan Xing's small bald head was also made brighter by his touch, and if he continued to work hard, it could still be illuminated at night.

"This is to make it easier for you to have surgery." Wang Yuyang explained, "It's not because the doctor asked me to. I didn't want to punish you on purpose."

The little bald head nodded, indicating that he had listened.

But the little bald head himself still can't accept this fact. He always looks in the mirror and touches Yuanyuan's head, trying to get his hair out.

"The more I touch, the less my hair grows."

Wang Jianyang suddenly said something beside him, so frightened that the bald Yuanyuan immediately took his hand off.

Yuan Xing asked nervously: "Mr. Happy, can I still, can I grow my hair?"

"Of course." Wang Yuyang stretched out his hands to curl the bald head again, "The hair will definitely grow back, and you are not bald."

Yuan Xing frowned delicately: "But I look at those, those monks have never, never had long hair."

Wang Jianyang smiled: "Fool, they also have long hair, but they shave more frequently, so every time you see them, they are all bald-headed."

"That's good..." Yuan Xing believed Wang Jianyang's words for the time being, and went to look in the mirror again.

Seeing that his little bald head was obviously a little unhappy, Wang Yuyang thought about it for a while, and finally made an idea in his heart.

But before that, there is one more thing that needs to be done.

Yuan Xing's words just now reminded him that there is a famous temple in Beijing, and it is said that praying to Buddha is very effective.Yuan Xing is going to have surgery the day after tomorrow, so he has to seek peace of mind.

Early the next morning, Wang Yuyang took Yuan Xing and went out.

In late spring, the petals are all scattered in the soil, but the fragrance of the flowers still lingers in the air. Under the heating of the warm sun, people can't help but feel drowsy.

The weather was fine, so Wang Yuyang didn't drive, and took Yuan Xing on the subway line 2, and got off after a few stops.

As soon as he got out of the station, he could smell the strong smell of incense from the red wall, and Yuan Xing couldn't help sniffing his nose.

Opposite the solemn and solemn temple is a well-preserved small alley, which has been transformed into a small shop selling water and souvenirs.

Today it is rare that there are few people on this street, and the red wall faces the world of mortals, which has a special meaning.

Yuan Xing sniffed, then glanced at the red wall beside him, and probably understood what he was here for today.

Tickets to the temple are not expensive, and the incense is free. Wang Yuyang and Yuan Xing each took two bunches of tribute incense and walked towards the temple.

Perhaps because of the working days and the off-season of tourism, there are not many people in the temple, only scattered friends, which is also convenient for Wang Yuyang to seek peace.

"Let's go, Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang pulled Yuan Xing towards the main hall.

After crossing the vermilion threshold, Yuan Xing looked at Biwa Zhuzhen in front of him, and pursed his lips: "Will it really come true?"

Wang Jianyang patted his head and said with a smile, "Sincerity leads to success."

There was an oil lamp beside them, and the two of them each took out a few sticks of tribute incense, and after lighting them, held them devoutly in their hands, closed their eyes and knelt on the futon outside the hall.

A strong scent of incense emanated from the copper tripod used to place the used tribute incense. The moment Yuan Xing knelt down, he felt the smoke surrounding him.Although there is still some distance from the Buddha statue in the temple, Yuan Xing feels that he has already faced the gods and Buddhas.

What else to wish but this wish and that wish, oh and that wish?

The greedy little bald-headed man who already had three ideas was worried, and held up the incense sticks, hesitating.

Wang Yuyang on the side had already started kowtowing with tribute incense, and Yuan Xing quickly lowered his head when he saw this, and hurriedly expressed his first wish to the gods and Buddhas.

"I hope my operation will be successful and my recovery will be smooth."

Raising his head, Yuan Xing squeezed Gongxiang tightly and kowtowed for the second time.

"I hope that whether it is the person I love or the person who loves me, they will be healthy, happy and happy for the rest of their lives."

Wang Qianyang had kowtowed three times, knelt on the futon in the smoke of incense, and looked at Yuan Xing beside him with a smile on his lips.

Kowtow for the third time.

"The last one is, I hope that Mr. Happy and I can be together forever, in the next life, in the next life, in the next life."

After raising his head, Yuan Xing looked at the burnt part of the top of the tribute incense, and there was a little fiery red buried under the incense ash.

Wang Yuyang beside him stretched out his hand to him, trying to pull him up from the futon.The sun was behind him, and the light was full of shadows, but it was extremely transparent, so that people could directly see his vigorously beating heart.

I saw that everything inside was Yuanxing.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, dimples bloomed at the corners of his lips, put his hand in Wang Yuyang's palm, and stood up.

"Does your leg not hurt?" Wang Qianyang asked him with a smile.

"It doesn't hurt." Yuan Xing shook his head, "Mr. Happy, do you feel your leg hurts?

Wang Jianyang: "A little bit."

Yuan Xing grabbed his hand: "Mr. Happy must be, because his legs hurt because he is old, like me, my legs don't hurt."

These words made Wang Jianyang choke speechless, Yuan Xing winked at him innocently.

It took him a long time to shake his head helplessly, whether I am old or not, I believe you will be able to perceive it by yourself in the near future.

Next to the oil lamp is a huge copper tripod, which is mainly used to place the used tribute incense.There is a thick layer of incense ash accumulated at the bottom, and a few sticks of tribute incense still burning are inserted on it. It is presumably left by tourists who just bowed down.

"Be careful." Wang Jianyang carefully inserted the tribute incense he had used into the thick incense ash, "Don't burn your hands."

Yuan Xing also imitated Wang Yuyang's appearance, holding the middle of the tribute incense, and pointing the end at the incense ash.

As a result, as soon as he got closer, he heard a "hiss—" and Yuan Xing's palm was still burned by the tribute incense left by other tourists.

He immediately threw Gongxiang into the copper tripod, frantically shaking his right hand.

A small red dot appeared on the palm, and the skin was burned off.

"Show me quickly." Wang Yuyang took his hand distressedly, blew on the wound, bought a bottle of mineral water, and helped him pour the wound.

The first time the ice water touched the wound, Yuan Xing couldn't help but gritted his teeth.

"Okay, okay." Wang Yuyang grabbed Yuan Xing's wet hand, and blew on the wound for him, "Hoo, the wound will stop hurting, and the pain will fly away."

This is what Yuan Xing said when Wang Yuyang's arm was injured before, and Yuan Xing helped him blow the wound. Now that Wang Yuyang sent him back to Yuan Xing, Yuan Xing couldn't help but smile.

Wang Qianyang asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Yuan Xing nodded slightly: "A little bit."

"Then I'll blow it out again." Wang Yuyang continued to blow on the wound, "It's okay, this wound heals quickly, don't touch it when it scabs, and it won't leave a scar. And..."

"What?" Yuan Xing asked.

Wang Yuyang blew a sigh of relief: "I heard that if you come to the temple to offer incense and make a wish, if you are burned by the tribute incense, it means that the Buddha remembered it, and all the wishes you made will come true."

"That's it." Yuan Xing nodded, "It's early, if I knew earlier, I would have made a few more wishes."

Add at least one more wish, hope that the hair will grow back soon, so that we can grow old together as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no hair, and the hair will grow old.

But that's fine, if those three wishes can be fulfilled, Motoko will have no regrets in the rest of his life.

Regardless of whether it will be remembered by gods and Buddhas, in short, sincerity leads to spirit.

The night before the operation, Yuan Xing was admitted to Zhao Mianfu's rehabilitation center.

Although it is a small rehabilitation center, it has already met a series of conditions for brain surgery, especially in terms of hardware. Zhao Mianfu is so angry that he buys the best of everything.

The little bald head has been deprived of water and food for more than six hours, and the preoperative examination has also been done. At this time, he changed into a blue hospital gown and was admitted to a single ward. Many children who had seen him were curious. Look at him on the edge of the door.

Yuan Xing grinned at them with grinning teeth, and beckoned them to come in, but Ling Qiuchi shooed them away.

"You can't play here." Ling Qiuchi waved at them, "Brother Yuan Xing will have an operation soon, go back quickly."

The group of children ran away obediently.

Wang Qianyang and Jiaming, together with Zhou Lei and Zhao Mianfu, finally confirmed some details, and Ling Qiuchi came to accompany him here.

"Hey, I'm still so nervous." Ling Qiuchi held Yuan Xing's hand tightly, and squeezed it hard, "It's even more nervous than doing the surgery myself."

"You, don't worry, brother Xiaoqiu." Yuan Xing also held his hand back, "I'm sure I'll be fine, I, I went to worship the Buddha yesterday, the Buddha, the Buddha, he all remember me .”

"It's all right, anyway, don't let anything happen to you." Ling Qiuchi's eyes turned red, "You don't want anything to happen."

"Yeah." Yuan Xing reached out and touched his eyes.

"Knock knock", the door of the ward was knocked twice, and Wang Yuyang walked in with Jiaming, Zhou Lei, and Zhao Mianfu.

"Okay." Zhou Lei said, "Get ready and the operation will start immediately. The estimated time is four hours. I will go to the operating room first. Someone will come to call you later. Don't make the atmosphere too dignified to avoid patients. Too nervous."

"Yuan Xing." Jiaming stroked his little bald head, "For your mother, you must be well."

Ling Qiuchi quietly wiped away tears from the side.

Yuan Xing nodded and assured: "Uncle, you can also rest assured that I will be fine."

Wang Yuyang stood aside without speaking, staring deeply at Yuan Xing who was wearing a light blue hospital gown.

Yuan Xing looked at him, and dismissed the others in the ward: "Brother Xiaoqiu, uncle, can you go out first? I have something to think about, and I want to talk to Mr. Kaixin alone."

After closing the door, Wang Yuyang approached Yuan Xing, sat beside his bed, and let out a long sigh.

He opened his lips to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, he was pulled by a force, and his lips were covered with softness.

Yuan Xing pulled Wang Jianyang's clothes, pulled him to his side, raised his head and closed his eyes and kissed him.

The feeling of touch was as good as ever, and Wang Jianyang closed his eyes after a moment of stupefaction, grasped the back of Yuan Xing's head, and changed from passive to active.

The kiss was not strong, but very gentle. Both of them stayed on the lips, biting lightly, pecking, and sucking from different angles.Perceive each other's body temperature and mind, perceive each other's courage and love.

With these, Yuan Xing will be able to successfully cross the Dragon Gate.

The long kiss lasted for nearly 2 minutes, until a doctor knocked on the door, and the two separated.When they were about to part, Yuan Xing seemed a little dissatisfied, and chased after her for a kiss before giving up.

Wang Yuyang noticed that Yuan Xing's eyes were a little red, so he reached out to wipe his eyes, hugged him and patted his back: "It's okay, Yuan Xing, it's okay."

The door was pushed open, and medical staff walked in pushing a hospital bed.

At the beginning of the operation, Yuan Xing looked at the oxygen in his nose and squinted at the dazzling operating light in front of him.

Zhou Lei nodded to the doctor next to him: "Let's get started."

Yuan Xing, who had undergone general anesthesia, has lost consciousness, but there is always a voice in his heart.

"I'll be waiting for you to come back."

Yuan Xing unconsciously closed the color.

I will definitely be back.