Ding, your little fool is online

Yuan Xing's defense took place on the morning of his birthday. He watched the ppt for a long time last night and memorized the manuscript for a long time.When the first one came to the stage, facing the tutor and professor sitting below, he did not have any stage fright, and completed the defense fluently.

When he walked out of the classroom, a ray of sunlight hit him.Yuan Xing stood under the shade of green trees outside the classroom, raised his head, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and squinted at the scorching sun.

Finally graduated.

"Yuan Xing." The classmate who was waiting outside for his defense patted him on the shoulder, "I'm going to take a graduation photo in the afternoon, and after I finish my defense, you can come with me to get your bachelor's uniform."

"Okay."

……

Psychology is a science subject, and the drape of the bachelor's uniform is gray, which is different from the one Motoko wore when he was in Haicheng University five years ago.

Putting on this representative costume for the second time, Yuan Xing was still full of excitement, even more excited than last time.

This time, I really graduated.

The college life that really belonged to him was over.

Wang Jianyang also took a photo with Yuan Xing in a bachelor's uniform in school as last time.

"Are you happy, Xiao Yuanxing?" Wang Yuyang asked behind him while holding the drink and bag for him.

"Of course I'm happy!" Yuan Xing nodded happily, the fringe on the bachelor's cap flickered, and the oral habit was involuntarily brought out.

Wang Jianyang looked at him bouncing around in front of him, and involuntarily recalled Yuan Xing who was wearing a bachelor's uniform in Haicheng University five years ago in his eyes.

At that time, Yuan Xing hadn't recovered yet, he was silly, full of novelties after arriving at the university, he had to look here and touch there, and walked in the teaching building in a daze.Now he guides himself around the campus with ease, introducing this building and that tower, like a treasure.

Now Yuan Xing's figure is tall and straight, even when walking, his back has to be straight, standing like a slender bamboo.

He put the bachelor's hat in his hand, and when the summer wind blew, the tassels swayed slightly, bringing his bookish air to Wang Yuyang's nose.

Well, bookish is the smell of little strawberries.

The graduation ceremony was held in the evening of the same day. The principal said that he personally plucked the tassels for every graduate. However, there are tens of thousands of graduates in the school, so the principal retired after half of the tassels. Fortunately, their majors did not catch up. .

The fringe picking ceremony itself is just a ceremony, but Motoko still thinks it is quite a pity.

After the ceremony, Yuan Xing took his graduation certificate and degree certificate to find Wang Yuyang, and told him about the principal's failure to help him pick the tassels.

"Oh, what a pity." Yuan Xing pouted and said.

Wang Yuyang thought for a while, and stretched out his hand to straighten the crooked bachelor's cap on Zheng Yuanxing's head.

Then solemnly and devoutly moved the golden tassel from right to left.

The ends of the golden tassels streaked across the air like the tails of stars.

The auditorium was very noisy. Teachers, students and parents walked back and forth, celebrating loudly.But here and now it seems that there are only Little Xingxing and his Mr. Happy.

His Mr. Happy helped him complete the fringe picking ceremony, and said to him with a smile:

"Congratulations on graduation, my little star."

……

After removing the luggage, Motoko said goodbye to the school completely.

I have been busy with my graduation during the day, and at night, I can finally leave time for my birthday star and Mr. Happy.

In one day today, Yuan Xing experienced two major events in his life, one was graduation and the other was his birthday.

Every birthday gift has an unshakable star. Except for the "lucky star" in the first year, the names for the rest of the years are very random, and they are all based on the names of the two people, what little stars and old kings.

This year is different, this year this one is called "the seventh year".

It has been exactly seven years since the cold winter of 2018 to this midsummer of harvest.

It doesn't mean the seven-year itch, it's just a commemorative meaning.

There can be several seven years in life, Yuan Xing is in the fourth seven years, and Wang Jianyang is in the sixth.

They were fortunate enough to meet when they were young, and they were able to stay together for life.

"It's the seventh one." Yuan Xing murmured.

Last year, Wang Yuyang gave two stars at once, saying that it was to make up for the year when the two first met in 18, so that they had enough seven stars for seven years.

These seven plus the "little star" given to Yuanxing's mother, a total of eight stars are in the summer triangle, and they can be seen tonight.

The wind was strong tonight, blowing away the thick clouds and bringing in a cool wind. The weather was also surprisingly good, with the vast Milky Way just above our heads.

An astronomical telescope was set up on the balcony, and there was a sofa table next to it. A few scented candles were lit on the table, and the orange color was far away from the starlight in the sky, making the atmosphere extra romantic.

Wang Jianyang opened a bottle of red wine, and the two goblets contained unfinished red wine, which looked like rubies under the candle light.

Yuan Xing didn't drink much, but his pink face was still flushed. He adjusted the parameter angle of the telescope, aimed at the starry sky above his head, and looked for the stars one by one.However, looking left and right, there is always darkness in the field of vision.

He couldn't help calling Wang Jianyang: "Mr. Happy."

"What's wrong?" Wang Yuyang, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his head.

Yuan Xing raised his head in a daze, and pointed to the binoculars: "I, I can't see anything." After drinking, he started to stutter again.

"Stupid." Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand and flicked the front of the telescope, "The lens cap is still there."

"Oh." Yuan Xing looked at it with his head, and sure enough, the lens cover was not removed just now.

The night wind blew the candle flames to flicker, Wang Yuyang sat on the sofa and brushed his hair, and asked Yuan Xing, "Did you find it?"

After putting down the lens cover, Yuan Xing found the stars easily: "I found it, Mr. Happy, can you take a look?"

"No." Wang Yuyang shook his head slightly, "I think you, a little star, are enough."

Yuan Xing didn't look back, a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips, he put down the binoculars and sat on the sofa with Wang Yuyang, got into each other's arms, and rubbed the smell of alcohol on his chest.

"Don't watch it," Wang Yuyang put down his cup and asked.

"Don't watch." Yuan Xing closed his eyes, listened to Wang Yuyang's heartbeat, and said softly, "I want to talk to Mr. Happy."

Wang Qianyang asked: "What does Xiao Yuanxing want to say?"

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing thought about it drunkenly, "Forget it, let's not talk, just hug for a while."

"Okay." Wang Jian smiled, tightened the hands around his waist, lowered his head, and asked gently against the top of his hair.

The aromatherapy candle is a mixture of strawberry and rose, crushed and scattered into the slightly drunk night wind, with the smell of distant grass and bright moon, lingering in every possible way.

After being quiet for a while, Xu Shi Yuanxing's head was not so dizzy, and he asked: "Mr. Happy, you, how did you feel when you first saw me?"

"I'll think about it." Wang Jianyang put his hand on his forehead.

"Think quickly." Yuan Xing urged.

"How should I put it?" Wang Yuyang smiled slightly, "It's like a little blue fur ball that broke into your life suddenly."

"A little blue fur ball, which was only the size of a palm at first, kept trembling in the palm of my hand. It was obviously pitiful, but it still wanted to grin at you and comfort you." Wang Yuyang said, spreading his hands, like It's describing how big that little furball is.

That's right, at the very beginning, the little Yuanxing, who was holding the big Stitch doll that was taller than him, couldn't stand still, so he asked Wang Yuyang if he wanted the little pig to accompany him for dinner.At that time, he was still very thin, with a pointed chin, soft hair, and bright eyes full of innocence.

With just this one glance, Wang Jian felt that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"Later, the little fur ball became unable to hold it with both hands, and learned to bounce on the ground by itself. I watched him walk forward step by step by my side."

"Although he didn't walk fast, he met friends on the way and found his family."

"In the end..."

His tone was calm, unhurried, and in the night wind it sounded like he was telling a beautiful fairy tale.

"The little fur ball has graduated from school, and he is alone. From the beginning, he was so big..." Wang Yuyang said, suddenly opened his arms, and quickly pulled a distance in front of Yuan Xing.

"Getting so big!" also raised the volume.

Yuan Xing completely sobered up: "!"

"Scared me to death!" He punched Wang Jianyang angrily, then smiled again, "What kind of hairball, it doesn't count..."

"Why is it not counted, tell me?" Wang Yuyang was a little drunk, he leaned closer, squeezed Yuan Xing into a chicken mouth, and kissed him again.

Yuan Xing fell silent, Wang Jianyang let go of his hand and smiled at him.

In this smile, Yuan Xing found a fine line at the end of Wang Yuyang's eyes, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke it.

Yes, his Mr. Happy is 36 years old this year.

However, these wrinkles did not affect Wang Jianyang's appearance at all, on the contrary, he seemed to be more and more mature, with an indescribable taste in his whole body.

But in fact, Yuanxing himself is already 27 years old. At the age of 27, he just graduated from university today.

Sometimes he would think that it would be nice if he met Mr. Happy earlier, but then he thought, maybe he would not be Mr. Happy, but Mr. Happy, Mr. Excited.

None of them are as good as their Mr. Happy.

Yuan Xing looked at it for a while, put down his hand, and tilted his head on Wang Yuyang's shoulder.Wang Yuyang touched the corners of his eyes, smiled and continued to drink.

The night wind blew over from the east, carrying a smell of rain. It might be raining over there.

The night of Motoko's 27th birthday seemed to be nothing special. It was still like they usually fell together sticky after eating, talking sticky words, and it seemed that they didn't feel tired of talking like this until they were 72 years old.

He moved his head on Wang Jianyang's shoulder to get closer to him.

Wang Jianyang gave a "hmm", stretched out his hand and unconsciously held Yuan Xing in his arms, and called him baby in a low voice.

Yuan Xing looked up and saw that Wang Yuyang had his eyes closed, and his steady breathing smelled of alcohol, and he was actually asleep.

Looking at his lover's sleeping face, Yuan Xing suddenly smiled.

Mr. Happy, that's great.

……

Wang Yuyang didn't know how he fell asleep last night, probably because he thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night. In his dream, he went back to the hot pot restaurant seven years ago, and took him with him on the first day he met the little fool Yuanxing. When I got home, I took good care of her, protected from the wind and sun, and I still have Yuan Yuan, who stutters, until now.

After waking up from the dream, he saw the chandelier in the bedroom, and only then realized that his Yuan Yuan had found his new life, and was no longer that little fool who was bullied by others.

There was no one in the bed beside him, nor the living room and kitchen, so Wang Yuyang sent Yuan Xing a message asking him where he had been.

After a few seconds.

With a sound of "Ding--", he received a message.

"I'm going to buy breakfast, Mr. Happy, I went out by myself after seeing that you didn't wake up, and now I'm on the fourth floor, you can open the door for me later."

Wang Jianyang smiled, put the phone on the bed, opened the curtains, invited Chenguang to enter the room, and quickly walked out of the bedroom to open the door for his little Yuanxing.

The author has something to say: the main text is over, and the side story will be updated in two days, but follow wb to know when I will update it!There may be a lucky draw in two days!

wb: an unnamed goo

I didn’t expect Yuan Yuan to write this book for more than half a year _(:з」∠)_ At first, my estimated word count was only 28w, and I accidentally wrote twice.

In the beginning, Lao Wang’s setting was still a scumbag hahahaha, but it was written in the back that I think the little baby is too pitiful and I need a good person to treat him well!Fortunately, our star baby still has a happy ending!

As I was writing this book, there was also a shocking bug, but it seems that no one has found it hahaha, no, I can’t get it back, but it doesn’t affect reading or the cuteness of our stars qwq