Ding, your little fool is online

After Wang Yuyang left the hot pot restaurant, he went straight to his father's villa. Before he entered, he heard Ling Qiuchi yelling.

"Go away! I said no to eat!"

Wang Jianyang entered the door, and when Ling Qiuchi saw him, he immediately changed into crying, and pushed the wheelchair to go to Wang Jianyang's side, but his trembling hands couldn't use the strength, so he shouted: "Brother, you are back, you are here!" Finally home."

Wang Jianyang unhurriedly took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door, and stood there quietly watching Ling Qiuchi who was crying, without saying a word.

Ling Qiuchi was still crying at first, but seeing Wang Jianyang's indifferent expression, the crying gradually weakened.

Seeing that he stopped crying, Wang Yuyang asked, "Are you still making trouble? If you want to keep making trouble, I will wait for you for a while, and I will talk to you when you stop crying."

Ling Qiuchi sniffed, and said in a tone full of grievances: "I don't want to wear prosthetics. I read online that wearing prosthetics will wear down the limbs and cause inflammation. I don't want to wear them. I'm afraid of pain."

Wang Jianyang sighed, walked forward, pushed Ling Qiuchi around the house, and asked as he walked, "Do you want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life?"

Ling Qiuchi was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't want to."

"Then what are you making trouble at home?" Wang Yuyang asked, "If you don't want to wear a prosthetic, you can discuss it with your father and Auntie Ling instead of choosing to make a scene."

"But, but I..." Ling Qiuchi was stunned for a long time, but did not say the second half of the sentence, simply lowered his head and said nothing.

Wang Jianyang looked at the whirling hair on the top of his head and said, "Qiu Chi, no one can accompany you forever."

His answer was silence.

Wang Yuyang said in a low voice: "Friends can't, parents can't, and I can't. You are the only one who will accompany you for the rest of your life. If you don't think about yourself..."

As he spoke, he let go of the wheelchair, but due to inertia, the wheelchair moved forward a little.

Wang Yuyang took a step back: "Then you can only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

He knows Ling Qiuchi's temper well, and he also knows how to deal with this bad-tempered child. He usually follows his request and refuses appropriately, which can be both sweet and bitter.

This time it was rare to speak the truth.

Originally, Wang Yuyang didn't want to say so much, but there was always a strong little figure lingering in his head, thinking that this little figure was living so hard and still working hard, he couldn't help but want to say a few more words.

The house is very quiet, only the wind blowing outside the window from time to time, slapping the glass window, repeatedly, and the koi in the fish tank spit out so many bubbles.

Ling Qiuchi was silent for a long time before speaking: "Brother, why don't you take me to eat delicious food this week, and take me to get the second-generation certificate by the way."

Another request. To Ling Qiuchi, Wang Yuyang's words just now may be like the wind passing by in a blink of an eye, or a goldfish bubble that can be burst when poked.

But Wang Yuyang looked at his back in the wheelchair, and agreed: "Okay, I will go tomorrow."

On the same night, Yuanxing took the bus home.

He stood on the car tremblingly, not daring to grab the handrail with the hand with the phone number written on it, for fear of missing a number, his hand was tense and straight.

It didn't take long to write down a string of phone numbers, but Motoko remembered the feeling at that time clearly.

The tip of the water-based pen poked in the palm of the hand, following the direction of the numbers, it slowly brought out bursts of itchy feeling, which made people want to escape.But another big hand is locked behind his back, making it impossible to break free. The pad of the thumb is pressed between the middle finger and the ring finger, making a slight impression, while the remaining four fingers are gently attached to the back of the hand. The palm is dry and warm.

It was a temperature he had never experienced before.

Yuan Xing carefully put this hand in his pocket, and slowly squeezed it from time to time, as if this could relive the fleeting warmth.

After arriving home, Yuan Xing hurriedly took out a pen and paper and wrote down the number on his hand.

But after writing it down, he didn't wash his hands. Instead, he lay on the sofa, raised his hand high, and repeated the series of numbers over and over again in a low voice.

After repeating it countless times, he gently placed this hand on his head and rubbed it slowly.

There was no shift schedule for Motoko the next day, and the weather was better than the previous few days. The sun came out from behind the clouds. Motoko stood in front of the window and looked at it, then put on a hat and scarf and went out.

He is going to buy a mobile phone.

Originally, he was not in a hurry to buy this mobile phone, and no one would look for him anyway, but when he thought that he would have to send money to grandma again at the end of the month, Yuan Xing ran away from home.

But in addition to this, there is a more important reason.

There is a pompom of the same color on the tip of the red cap. The pompom seems to be in a good mood, jumping in the air with the steps of its owner.

Yuan Xing bought a cheaper mobile phone this time than before. It was not a second-hand phone, but a Noguya bar phone that had been out of production for N years. It cost 150 yuan to send earphones and a spare battery. Yuan Xing felt that it was expensive.

He was a little embarrassed to bargain with the other party, and said in a low voice: "Yes, can you have a little less?"

The owner of the second-hand shop patted his chest and assured him: "This mobile phone is not suitable for being dropped. I guarantee that it will not affect normal use if you drop it seven or eight times."

But in the end, the proprietress saw that he was wearing a little red hat with a small face, spoke softly, and blushed when he marked the price. Under the temptation of cuteness, he was 20 yuan cheaper and gave him an extra mobile phone film.

Yuan Xing nodded happily, and the pompom on the tip of the hat dangled with him: "Thank you, thank you sister."

The proprietress smiled from ear to ear: "You mouth is so sweet."

After leaving the second-hand store, the pompom seemed to be very happy, shaking up and down non-stop, maybe because the owner was happy when he used a new mobile phone for the first time, or because the owner was happy because he met a kind person.

Anyway, very happy, as happy as Xiao Yuanxing.

The note with the phone number was left at home. On the way back, Yuan Xing walked very fast, as if if he walked a little slower, the note would grow wings and fly.

After arriving home, Yuanxing rushed to the bed without changing his shoes, took out the note under the pillow, and prepared to add this number to the phone book.

The previous phone numbers are all stored in the card, and it will be automatically imported after inserting the phone card. Yuan Xing didn't know the location of the storage, and was stunned when he saw the phone number in the phone book.

He pressed the buttons on his phone, checked the few numbers back and forth, and muttered to himself, "It's so amazing."

Then list it as a happy thing.

After gearing up, Yuan Xing faced the note and was about to enter the numbers on it one by one, when a phone call came in.

It was a string of unfamiliar numbers, which seemed familiar to Yuan Xing.

When he answered the phone, it was a call from the Municipal Disabled Company, urging him to come and apply for a second-generation disabled person's certificate as soon as possible.

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Xing stood up, stomped his numb feet, sat on the bed, and took out the disability certificate he carried with him from his pocket.The green envelope was still brand new with the bronzing lettering. When it was opened, there was a one-inch photo inside. In the photo, Yuan Xing was still childish, and the corners of his lips curled up in the sky were full of happiness.

When this photo was taken, Motoko was still Motoko.

Yuan Xing took a few glances and took the ID back. He glanced at the date on the phone. Today is December 12, and there are only eight days left before the new year.

The place where he lives is not far from the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation, and the bus takes only half an hour to get there without even needing to change buses. Yuanxing's job also allows him to apply for documents when there are fewer people on weekdays.

However, the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation called from November to December, urging Yuan Xing twice, but Yuan Xing dragged on until the end of the year.

He actually didn't want to admit it, didn't want to admit the fact that he was a fool.

People always have a chaotic thinking after mental decline. He seems to be able to realize that he is stupid, and sometimes he seems not to. But it didn't feel like anything was out of the ordinary.

Yuan Xing always feels that if he lives and works hard, he will be like others.So he enjoys life, enjoys work, cherishes the communication with customers, helps to order food, eats with dolls, pours sour plum soup for Miao crispy corners, and does not often cry even if he is bullied or wronged.

It seems that this can be the same as normal people.

But this disability certificate always reminds him that you are different from others.

Yuan Xing seldom opened his disability certificate, except for the first time when he got it, he took a closer look at it for the first time today.

He didn't want to go to the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation, and he didn't want to expose himself to the outside world, telling the outside world that he was a disabled person, a fool, a motherless child with low self-esteem.

In addition, there is another reason why Yuan Xing does not want to go to the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation——

It's just that no one went with him.

Most people with disabilities are physically handicapped, and their physical disabilities make them less mobile, and they are usually accompanied by someone.If you are mentally handicapped, you can't wait to take the whole family out together.

Yuan Xing would be envious of such a scene at a glance, but in contrast, he would feel deeply sad and inferior.

But he still had to go. After all, with his disability certificate, Yuan Xing could still receive a little money every month.

He still has to work hard.

Yuan Xing was a little uncomfortable when his thoughts dissipated, but then he caught a glimpse of the note with the phone number in his hand, and the forgetful child was immediately attracted by another thing.

He still has to store that person's mobile phone number in it!

The corners of Yuan Xing's lips were tilted towards the screen, and he tapped his fingers on the keyboard. When he pressed the last number, he felt a sense of happiness and accomplishment.

After saving the phone number, it was followed by a note, but Yuan Xing was worried.

He didn't know the person's name, but he only remembered that the surname seemed to be... Li?

Still surnamed Zhang?

Yuan Xing squatted beside the bed holding the small mobile phone, looked at the phone number on the note and then at the phone number, thinking hard but didn't think of the person's last name.

Yuan Xing began to recite the surnames of hundreds of families with his fingers, as if he wanted to find the person's surname from the surnames of the hundred families: "Zhao, Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, Wu, Wu..."

As he talked to himself, he thought about that man, tall, good-looking, with smiling eyes, and a small black spot on his nose, and then, he peeled the sugar for himself, rubbed his head, and was very happy ...

He thought about it, and suddenly

After thinking about it, Yuan Xing had a flash of inspiration, then lowered his head and entered in the column of "Contact Name"——

"happy".

After all, this person has brought me a lot of joy and happiness recently, and this name seems to be the most suitable.

Yuan Xing looked at the contact person with the word "happy" on it, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

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