Ding, your little fool is online

On the window sill was a surprise flower brought by Wang Yuyang from home. Although the flowering period has passed, there is still a red flower blooming tenaciously.

It's ingenious to say that this year's surprise flowers just bloomed seven, they bloomed in early spring, and fell one by one during the seven days when Yuan Xing was in a coma, as if remembering the days for Wang Yuyang.

Finally, when the last flower was dying, Motoko opened his eyes.

The moment the surprise flower heard Yuanxing's words, it trembled slightly, and a red petal fell from the branch into the soil.

It and him are waiting for the last surprise this spring.

The late spring wind blows the curtains, sending a beam of spring light.The spring light was projected on the window sill and on the floor, which could barely stay beside Yuan Xing's bed, shining on Yuan Xing's little finger.After the wind passed, it receded quickly, hiding behind the curtain, waiting for the next opportunity to appear.

After Yuan Xing said this, he closed his mouth and couldn't say another word. He had tried his best to respond to Wang Yuyang, and now he just wanted to drink some water to relieve himself.

But Wang Jianyang was stunned on the spot, and the hand holding the back of Yuan Xing's neck was also stiff.

Finally, after Yuan Xing scratched his palm again, he reacted.

"Yuan, Yuan Xing..." Wang Yuyang blinked hard, confirming this matter repeatedly.

Yuan Xing, who was speechless, slightly hooked his lips at him.

Wang Jianyang hastily raised his hand on Yuan Xing's neck, stretched out his arms and made a gesture, as if he wanted to hug him. This kind of celebratory moment should have a hug or a kiss.

But when he saw the scar on Yuanxing's head, he had no choice but to give up this idea, but he retracted his hands several times, but he failed to retract his hands. Instead, he swayed funnyly in the air a few times, and his whole body was completely at a loss.

I had no choice but to hold Yuanxing's right hand again, and squeeze it hard.

"Great Motoko, great, great." While rubbing Motoko's right hand, he repeated incoherently.

He is so happy.

Seeing his lover wake up, the eyes of the 30-year-old man were rarely moist, and his breathing became short of breath.

Wang Yuyang wiped his eyes with one hand, and then quickly tapped the button of the doctor and nurse at the bedside: "How are you? Is there anything uncomfortable? I almost forgot and asked the doctor to come and see Your physical condition."

There was a reply soon there, saying that they would come over immediately.

"Don't worry about Yuan Xing." Wang Yuyang squeezed his hand again, "It will come soon."

Yuan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, indicating that he heard it.

During the waiting process, Wang Yuyang was not idle. Even though Yuan Xing couldn't speak now, he still asked questions one after another, using this method to relieve the excitement in his heart.

"Yuanxing, do you know that you have been in a coma for more than a week." Wang Jianyang looked at him and said, "We were almost worried to death, but luckily you woke up, okay."

Yuan Xing, who was speechless, could only look at him with dark eyes, but answered in his heart.

I'm dying too, this isn't coming back right away.

Wang Qianyang shook his hand, and asked again: "Did you keep dreaming while you were in a coma? Every time you turned your head for you, I could occasionally see you crying or laughing."

He reached out and touched Yuan Xing's little bald head: "And you still cry a lot, your little face is wrinkled, don't mention how much it hurts me, tell me, what did you dream about?"

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, and also answered this question in his heart.

"I almost forgot that you can't talk now." Wang Jianyang withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "Then I'll ask something else."

Yuan Xing didn't quite understand the connection between these two sentences at first, knowing that he couldn't speak anymore, so he asked something else.When Wang Jianyang opened his mouth, he realized that his Mr. Kaixin was "taking advantage of others' danger" and playing tricks.

"Cough." Wang Yuyang cleared his throat, and continued to squeeze Yuan Xing's fleshy hand, "Then let me ask our little Yuan Xing."

"Did you dream about me?"

"The first thing you see when you wake up is am I happy?"

"After waking up, do you intend to take a step closer to my relationship?"

"Is it me that you like the most?"

"Do you want to have a relationship with me?"

"Would you like to stay with me forever and get married?"

With six questions in a row, Wang Yuyang almost told his future life plan.

This time, he didn't wait for Yuan Xing to respond in his heart, and answered for him first: "Let me guess, there must be dreams, and you must have dreamed of me when you laughed."

"The first one to see me must be happy. Do you think that if you were the first to see Ling Qiuchi, would you be so happy? And I will definitely let you see me first."

"As for the relationship, I think you must be thinking about it. The family has been doing this for so long, isn't our little Yuanxing a bit bored?"

"There is no need to answer this question. There is no doubt that it must be me, right? Right?"

"Well, I think you must be thinking about this question, so don't refute it."

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm going crazy waiting."

The 30-year-old man sat alone on the head of the bed, turning into a naive ghost in front of his lover, talking to himself like a broken heart, and making decisions for others without authorization.

But his answer was Yuan Xing's answer.

Seeing the smile on Wang Yuyang's face, Yuan Xing twitched the corners of his lips, answering these questions in his heart.

This is a dream... I really didn't dream of it.

The rest of the answer was completed in one go, which is naturally——

"Happiest to see you."

"I want to go further with you."

"I like you the most."

"I want to fall in love with you."

"I am willing."

The spring breeze blew up again, and the curtains were lifted. This time, the spring light filled the room, brightening the two of them, and it was as splendid as a picture.

The sun was flowing and lingering around the two of them, and the spring breeze blew off the last few surprise petals. They went up and down in the airflow in the house, like an elf in a red dress dancing cheerfully in the sun.

Although Yuan Xing was unable to speak, he still gently scratched Wang Yuyang's palm with his index finger, and rolled his eyes.

Wang Jianyang smiled, and shook his hand again: "Okay, I know everything."

Like first love, they stared at each other with bright and loving eyebrows and eyes, full of sweetness, even the air and spring breeze were kissed into honey by them.

The house is quiet and quiet, and silence is better than sound at this time.

After a while Zhou Lei came, and the moment she saw Yuan Xing, she was overjoyed: "Yuan Xing is awake, I expected you to sleep for a few more days, but it's good to wake up."

Zhou Lei directed several doctors and nurses to put something on Yuan Xing's head so that the wound on the back of his head could be isolated.

"Help the patient turn over, then shake the bed, and support it carefully." Zhou Lei said, "But Mr. Wang, you don't have to worry about this. The wound on the back of his head is only the size of a one-yuan coin. Now that he has the device, it is Can sit up."

"En." Wang Yuyang nodded, his eyes followed the actions of those doctors and nurses, for fear that they might not have taken good care of his little Yuanxing.

"Slow down, don't touch the infusion tube." Zhou Lei also did it herself, and helped Yuanxing adjust the things on his head, "Just carry this, and you don't have to worry about touching the wound when you lean on the pillow, but I still can't lie down, and I still have to lie on my stomach if I want to sleep and rest."

Then Zhou Lei checked Yuan Xing's body and head again, and she took the doctors and nurses away after there was no serious problem. Before leaving, she told Wang Yuyang that she could feed and drink Yuan Xing, but in order to recover from the wound, everything should be light. host.

The first thing Yuan Xing did was to drink a large glass of water. With a little strength in his hand, Wang Jianyang lifted the glass to his mouth and poured it slowly.

After drinking a large glass of water, Yuan Xing licked his lips to relieve the discomfort in his throat.

"Do you still drink water?" Wang Yuyang asked holding an empty glass, "If you want to drink, you can blink once, if you don't want to drink, then blink twice."

Yuan Xing blinked his eyes obediently, and coughed lightly.

Wang Yuyang put down his glass and looked into Yuan Xing's eyes with concern: "How is it? Can you talk?"

Under the watchful eyes, Yuan Xing cleared his throat, coughed a few times, and then said the second sentence after he woke up.

"Well... kiss, do you want a kiss?"

Wang Jianyang was stunned for a moment.

Yuan Xing continued to whisper, "I think, dear."

As soon as he raised his head, his chin was gently pinched, and his lips were gently kissed.

The previous two kisses were initiated by Yuan Xing, but this time it was finally Wang Yuyang's turn.

However, this kiss was also the first kiss between the two after they became lovers, and it happened on the day Yuan Xing woke up, so it had no meaning.

Wang Jianyang moved on Yuan Xing's lips, pecking lightly, Yuan Xing slightly opened his mouth, opened his teeth, and let the other party gently absorb it deeply.

He caught a lot of folds on the other party's well-tailored shirt, and Yuan Xing closed his eyes, intoxicated by the tenderness and charm.

The last long kiss was to give Motoko courage.

This kiss is sticky and sticky, which belongs to the lingering between lovers.

They kissed the late spring, kissed the spring, kissed the warm wind, kissed the petals, kissed each other in their arms, and kissed the only lover in this life.

It wasn't until the kiss was tilted a few degrees to the sun that they reluctantly parted.

The teardrops on Yuan Xing's eyelashes were also kissed away by his lover, and he whispered, "Mr. Happy, I miss you so much."

Sitting by the bed, Wang Qianyang avoided Yuan Xing's wound and infusion tube, and embraced him: "I miss you too."

Yuan Xing rubbed his chest: "I am, I miss you very much."

"Okay." Wang Yuyang touched his bald head, "You think too much about me, and we, Xiao Yuan, are lucky to win."

Yuan Xing raised his head: "I'm no longer small, little Yuan Xing, I'm already, 22-year-old Yuan Xing."

"You are 22 years old." Wang Yuyang smiled and pinched his nose, "Why do you still stutter when you are 22 years old? Do you still have the word ""?"

Yuan Xing narrowed his eyes and sniffed: "I don't know, just, it seems that it can't be changed."

"If you don't change it, don't change it." Wang Yuyang poured another glass of water for him, "That's pretty good."

He can wake up and everything is fine.

Besides, thinking about it, Yuan Xing might say to himself in the future, "I, I'm angry!", "I want to kiss, kiss." Wang Yuyang thought it was quite cute.

What's more, I'm used to stuttering, and if I suddenly stop stuttering, I will feel that something is missing.

After drinking the water, Wang Yuyang called a private chef to order food, and asked the other party to deliver it quickly. Yuan Xing also told Wang Yuyang what happened in his dream.

He can already think about all the previous things, the dream made him watch from the first perspective and the third perspective, which made him complete the previous memory.

"No wonder you're crying." Wang Yuyang squeezed his face distressedly, "Is it a dream about what happened when I was a child?"

Yuan Xing nodded, and changed his tone: "However, I, I think I am much better now."

So good that I can memorize an ancient poem that must be memorized in high school in one breath, such as "Xiaoyaoyou" and "Lisao", it is not a problem at all, and I can also help Xiaoming write an English introduction letter to foreign friends, and I need to listen to mathematics and physics. Formulas work too.

Seeing Yuan Xing talking beamingly, Wang Qianyang frowned unconsciously. It seemed that his little Yuan Xing had completely recovered. Not only did he speak more smoothly than before, he also recovered his previous learning ability.

He stretched out his hand to pinch Yuan Xing's face again, and said with a smile: "Actually, Yuan Yuan, I think you seem to have amnesia."

Yuan Xing asked doubtfully, "Amnesia?"

"Look." Wang Yuyang said, "You were also a little baby with the ability to take care of yourself before, but you just forgot the worldly knowledge and knowledge you have learned before, so you are so stupid. Now I have a dream , make up for the lost memory.”

Yuan Xing pursed his lips: "But I went to the hospital for a test before, and it was said to be mentally disabled."

"Well." Wang Yuyang smiled and touched his bald head, "I just suddenly remembered this, but don't worry about it now, you are already a grown-up little Yuanxing."

Yuan Xing also smiled. He looked sideways at the bright spring scenery outside the window. The plan for a year lies in spring, and his brand new life also starts from this spring.

"Ah." Yuan Xing suddenly thought of something, and smiled slyly, "I also remembered before, when I was in school, and, many female classmates who confessed to me, it seems that I was quite, very popular before."

"Okay, okay, stop, I don't want to hear this." Lao Wang was jealous.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips: "Then Mr. Happy, what do you want to hear?"

Wang Qianyang smiled and pinched his chin: "I want to hear you say that you like me the most, say it a hundred times."

But this time the kiss was unsuccessful, and just as Wang Jianyang approached, the door of the ward was opened.

Ling Qiuchi stood tremblingly at the door, leaning on crutches and prosthetic limbs.

He heard that Yuan Xing woke up, and he asked the driver to bring him over like crazy. At this time, he was full of excitement, but when he opened the door, he saw such a scene.

The excitement turned into speechless, he curled his lips: "Tsk, I'm kissing, you continue." Then he closed the door.

The two looked at the door, looked at each other again, and really kissed.

Qiu Chi was so angry that he rolled his eyes outside the door again.

"Okay, brother Xiaoqiu." Yuan Xing shouted towards the door, "You, come in."

Ling Qiuchi just entered the room, and instantly became excited again, and even wanted to cry: "Great, do you know that during the week you slept, I almost cried to death, because I was afraid that you wouldn't wake up, or that you wouldn't be able to wake up?" Even more stupid after that."

Yuan Xing looked at his swollen eyeballs, and stretched out his arms to hug him: "I know, this is not the fastest, I came back, stop crying little brother Xiaoqiu."

Ling Qiuchi rested his chin on Yuan Xing's shoulder, sniffed aggrievedly: "Then I want to kiss you too, you kiss me."

"You want a P." Wang Yuyang separated the two of them while holding Ling Qiuchi's clothes by the collar.

In the past, it was fine for Ling Qiuchi to hug Yuanxing, after all, the two children were just playing house.

It's different now, Yuan Xing has been promoted from his own baby to his own baby daughter-in-law, how can he hug and kiss as soon as he says, wouldn't he be very embarrassing.

As a result, Yuan Xing slapped him in the face in the next second, and slapped Ling Qiuchi on the cheek with lightning speed, and Lao Wang couldn't stop him.

After the kiss, he smiled again, like the kid playing with Ling Qiuchi again.

Then, all the people heard the news of Yuan Xing's awakening, and came to visit one after another.What Zhang Mingxing Zhang Yuejiaming, one is better than the other, I wish I could use these supplements to plug the hole in the back of Yuan Xing's head.

Looking at Zhang Yue who was holding the hand of his precious daughter-in-law, Wang Yuyang fell into deep thought.

This is obviously the rhythm of group pets.

Pharaoh-style sour.

After everyone had left, Yuan Xing quietly leaned into Wang Yuyang's ear, and whispered, "Just be Mr. Happy, one's little baby, okay?"

Wang Jianyang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.I don't know if it was Leng Yuanxing's sudden love words or this huge change.

Soon, the rice from the private kitchen was also delivered. The food was very light, and the most delicious thing was the bowl of thick white fish soup, which was full of fresh fragrance.

"Come and drink some soup to mend your body." Wang Yuyang served him a bowl graciously, "To mend your hair too, look at my darling's bald head."

When Yuan Xing heard this, he immediately took a big gulp: "Can I have a sip of soup, so that I can grow a hair?"

Wang Yuyang wiped his mouth with paper: "Yes, drink as much as you want, drink more."

Yuan Xing smacked his lips and touched his bald head, feeling a little regretful.

After eating, Yuan Xing went to bed. The doctor put him on a drip and told him to rest more so that he could refresh himself.

Listening to Yuan Xing's steady breathing, Wang Qianyang shifted his gaze to Yuan Xing's bald head again.

My baby still seems to be a little bit brooding about this bald head.

In fact, Wang Yuyang and Zhou Lei later learned that in Yuan Xing's case, he only needs to shave off the back half of his head, but that is actually quite ugly, although a bald head is not much better.

However, Wang Jianyang still thought about it for a while, helped Yuan Xing check the flow rate of the drip, adjusted it a little slower, and then went out.

Yuan Xing woke up near the evening.

"Xiao Yuanxing is awake?" It was Wang Jianyang's voice.

Wang Jianyang got up from the chair, walked to Yuan Xing's bed, squatted by the bed and looked at him.

"Mr. Happy, what time is it?" Yuan Xing was still as confused as before when he woke up, squeezed his eyes vigorously, and opened them slowly after getting used to it for a while.

It turned out that the target was someone who was more dazzling than his little bald head.

Big bald.

The author has something to say: The most romantic thing I can think of is to shave your head with you hhhhh

I finally entered the last chapter, woo woo woo, I was crying loudly, but there are not a few chapters left. In fact, I don’t know if this chapter of lovers will break through double digits.

Basically, there will be no big plots in the follow-up, the main thing is the daily love life of sand sculptures, and I have to make up all the bobos!