Ding, your little fool is online

In November 2021, Yuan Xing, a freshman, stood in front of the living room window, looking at the golden sycamore trees in the thin morning mist, and listening to the rustling of fallen leaves, he couldn't help tugging on his coat.

"Yuanxing, don't forget to water the flowers." Wang Yuyang reminded him in the kitchen, "You forgot to water the flowers last week, and the flowers almost died."

Yuan Xing held the water bottle in one hand, and with the other hand picked up the bare branches of the surprise flower, and said, "Got it."

As the words fell, the four seasons and the four seasons began to change in the window in front of him, from autumn and winter to spring and summer, as if turning in a circle, from one end of the window to the other.

The sycamore leaves turn from golden to fallen leaves returning to their roots, and then to tender green buds, the trees are full of green colors, and cicadas sing during it.

And Yuan Xing was in time, carrying a kettle and pouring half a pot of water into the flowerpot of the surprise flower. When he looked up, the scenery in front of the window had changed. When he lowered his head, the petals of the surprise flower were falling down, leaving only the last one. A wish to be a brilliant summer flower.

Yuan Xing, who was wearing a white T-shirt, stared at the red flowers amidst the chirping of cicadas, then turned around and called to the kitchen: "Water the flowers well, Mr. Happy."

"Okay, then let's eat quickly."

Yuan Xing put down the kettle and washed his hands, then sat down in the dining room, consciously drank a glass of warm water first, and waited for Wang Yuyang to bring the breakfast.

In May of 2025, Yuanxing is already a senior, and he will be graduating in one month.

In the past four years, Yuan Xing has grown a little taller, but compared with Wang Jianyang, he is still not tall.His facial features haven't changed much either, he still shows his small white teeth and two small dimples when he smiles.

The appearance has not changed, but the main reason is the internal change in his heart. He has been trained in the highest university in the country for four years, and he is no longer that little idiot Yuan Xing. Now he should be called a high-achieving student Yuan Xing.

"The milk is a bit hot." Wang Yuyang put down his breakfast and told Yuan Xing, "Drink it slowly."

Yuan Xing took the cup, looked back at the window sill in the living room, and asked Wang Yuyang, "Mr. Happy."

"What's wrong?" Wang Qianyang asked.

Yuan Xing turned around and pointed to the surprise flower on the window sill: "What kind of flower is the surprise flower?"

Following his movements, Wang Yuyang also looked up, looked away after thinking about it, and put the breakfast on the table one by one: "Who knows, if you want to know, look it up online, or ask Zhang Mingxing, he seems to be getting married soon , I will be honored after a while."

"But it's okay not to know." Wang Yuyang continued, "It's better to keep it as a surprise, just like you never know what will happen tomorrow."

Just like when Wang Jianyang "picked up" the poor little Yuan Xing in the hot pot restaurant at the beginning, he never expected that such a day would come, nor did he expect that his little one would graduate from college in a month.

"Okay then." Yuan Xing turned his head and came back, no longer entangled with this, "Then I still want to eat that candy, that is, the lollipop that grows the surprise flower."

At that time, the box of candy was sent to him by Wang Yuyang's partner, so he didn't know the brand, but he still said, "Okay, I'll buy you a box in two days."

"Yeah~" Yuan Xing finally ate breakfast with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyang shook his head: "How old is he, Xiao Yuanxing, I still want to eat candy."

Yuan Xing took a sip of milk, and there was a circle of white around his lips: "I am so old, Mr. Happy, are you calling me little Yuan Xing?"

"You've learned to talk poorly, haven't you?" Wang Jian smiled.

On the way to dinner, Yuan Xing answered a phone call from his mentor, asking him to go to the office in the afternoon because he had something to do.

At this time in May, there is still one month before Yuanxing's graduation. It is estimated that the tutor came to him to talk to him about the thesis.

"Who is it?" Wang Qianyang asked.

"My tutor." Yuan Xing licked off the milky white around his lips, "I have to go back to school in the afternoon."

"En." Wang Yuyang nodded, and the two continued to eat breakfast.

After being quiet for a while, Wang Yuyang suddenly raised his head and asked again: "Have Xiao Yuanxing decided where to go for an internship?"

Psychology is not a popular major, and there are not many corresponding positions. Nowadays, most psychological counseling centers have high requirements for psychological counselors.

Therefore, most students will continue to choose academic studies, keep going up, and then come out and open a psychological counseling center after they are academically excellent.

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing bit his face and said vaguely, "Maybe we should go to Grandma Fang. I told Grandma Fang and Sister Chen about it."

Fang Qiuyue's rehabilitation center was originally private, but in recent years it has received policy support and cooperated with many well-known foundations, and now it has become semi-public.Several buildings for convalescence were built around the original small buildings, and the area of ​​the small garden at the back was also enlarged. The interior was refurbished, and the original old stairs were repaired to a new look. .

However, with the semi-publicization, various more comprehensive rules and regulations have also been customized, the site expansion personnel have also expanded, and the hospital has also begun to recruit many interns to work.

"It's fine." Wang Yuyang said, "The main thing is that you are willing."

"Of course I would." Yuan Xing said with a smile.

After all, it was there that his wish was born, and he still has that yellow cardboard.

Wang Yuyang changed his tone, and suddenly teased: "However, Xiao Yuanxing, if you beg me, I will spend money on you to open a rehabilitation center of your own right now. I have already thought of the name, and it will be called 'Yuanxing's Hospital' .”

Yuan Xing put down his glass, and looked at Wang Yuyang speechlessly: "Hmph, I'm rich."

When he was in college, he finished the qualification certificates that should be taken, and occasionally went out to do a part-time job in psychological counseling, and the hourly salary was not low.After saving for four years, excluding his habitual charitable donations, he has already had his own small treasury.

As Yuan Xing said, he took out his wallet from his pocket, took out 300 yuan, and patted it on the table in front of Wang Yuyang in a wealthy manner: "Here, I will buy it for you for one night."

Because of his previous experience, Yuan Xing was more used to using cash, so Wang gave him this wallet when he was in college.

There is also a photo in the wallet, which is the photo taken under the starry sky of Disney on the day Wang Yuyang gave him a ring to propose five years ago, a picture of Lao Wang smiling, and it is the Virgo photographed by Yuan Xing.

Wang Jianyang stretched out his hand, accepted the 300 yuan graciously, and put it into his wallet.

There is also a photo in his wallet, also taken that night at Disney, of Motoyuki under the stars, with his head up, wearing a Stitch hat.

Wang Jianyang closed his wallet and patted it again: "Okay, Boss Yuan has the final say tonight, any posture is fine."

As soon as Yuan Xing realized it, he immediately kicked Wang Jianyang under the table, blushing.

In the second week after he received the notice that year, he received the news that the psychology major was transferred to the new campus.The new campus is only two stations away from home, so Yuan Xing has basically lived at home for the past four years, and only occasionally goes to school for a night or two.

In four years, the strawberry worker has been promoted to an extremely excellent gold medal strawberry employee, and the one-acre three-point field has grown rapidly, and has been able to adapt to various farming methods, ranging from mechanical farming to manual cultivation , are nothing to worry about.

The only shortcoming is that I am easily ashamed, and I blush when I say a few words about farming, and I can't change it if I have to change it.

However, this point has gradually been regarded as a hobby by the strawberry workers. The redder the one-acre three-point field, the more excited the strawberry workers are.

In the afternoon, Yuan Xing went to school to ask his tutor to correct the thesis, and he didn't come back until the evening. When he came back, he collapsed on the sofa with a thick stack of papers in his hand.

Wang Yuyang, who came back from get off work, saw this and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yuan Xing was lying on the sofa and was about to fall asleep. When he heard the sound, he immediately got up again, and stretched out his hands to hug him: "Mr. Happy, the thesis is really difficult."

Wang Yuyang put down the computer, stretched out his hand and hugged Yuan Xing, and Yuan Xing lay on top of the person with a kick of his legs, hugging like an octopus and not letting go.

"Is it difficult?" Wang Jianyang had the impression that he had read the thesis at that time.

"It's very difficult." Yuan Xing buried his head in Wang Yuyang's neck with a confused face, "There are a lot of changes to be made."

In fact, there are not many things to be changed, but one case in the paper is not appropriate and needs to be changed a lot, but Yuan Xing said this so seriously, in fact, he wanted to act like a baby.

Wang Yuyang supported him with one hand, and touched his head with the other hand: "What should I do? Shall I help you change it?"

Yuan Xing shook his head sullenly, his tone became weaker and weaker, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second: "No, Mr. Happy, you don't understand."

After these four years, Yuan Xing no longer stutters, and only brings out his stuttering when he is about to fall asleep or just wakes up, coupled with his voice that has softened due to lack of energy, he looks sticky and cute.

He is still a big baby even after graduating from college.

Hearing his soft voice, Wang Yuyang's heart immediately softened. He carried Yuan Xing to the bedroom, turned on the air conditioner and covered the quilt, and sat in the study by himself, opened Yuan Xing's thesis, and helped him with his tutor's comments. After finding a new case, I sorted it out in a word document, printed it out and put it in Yuanxing's thesis.

When Yuan Xing woke up the next day, he saw that the problem that bothered him had been solved by the old snail king. He was so happy that he even kissed him several times, each mouthful of I love you.

Sitting at the dining table drinking coffee, Wang Yuyang lowered his eyes and said softly, "It depends on your performance tonight."

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, his hands that were waving in the air just now seemed to be frozen, his face flushed, and he slipped away grabbing a stack of papers like oil on the soles of his feet: "I have something to go to school! I won't be back today!"

After the dissertation passed the tutor's side, nothing happened in the plagiarism check, and the rest was the final defense.

The defense had to wait until the beginning of June, so Yuan Xing wandered to Fang Qiuyue's place.

Walking through that familiar neighborhood, the few small buildings in my memory had already been replaced by tall buildings rising from the ground. Yuan Xing walked to Fang Qiuyue's office with ease, poked his head and shouted: "Grandma Fang, I'm here~"

It turned out that Fang Qiuyue was arguing with someone, and the little old lady in her 60s was full of energy after the quarrel, not losing to young people at all.

"I've already told you not to cooperate with any agency or unit, but it's alright, all the ghosts and monsters you brought back to me now require professional knowledge but no professional knowledge, and you don't have patience with children. You are ruining my efforts."

The author has something to say: it's almost over.