Ding, your little fool is online

The next day, December 12th, is a working Monday and Christmas Eve.

Walking out of the house, although there are not many people on the street, the coming Christmas atmosphere can be seen everywhere, and some shops even released new year's activities for the coming year.

Yuan Xing went to the hospital first in the morning to apply for a second-class certificate of intellectual disability.

The hospital does not distinguish between working days and rest days. There are as many people as ever, and all the teams line up in long queues.

After Yuan Xing finished the test, unfortunately, the time to pick up the report was stuck at [-]:[-] noon, and the medical staff on duty got up and prepared to go out for dinner.

Yuan Xing, who had been waiting by the side, hurriedly got up and asked, "Well, that, my certificate, is it ready?"

"There is no way to issue a report now." One of them said wearing a white mask, "You can get it later in the afternoon."

Yuan Xing had no choice but to sit on a chair in the corridor of the hospital and wait. Bored, he turned his head and looked around.

The corridors of the hospital are very long, and there are several open doors on each side. People with anxious faces come in and out with test reports one by one. It seems that everyone is busy with life and life.

Suddenly, his stomach let out a "gurgling—" and Yuan Xing rubbed his stomach, planning to go buy something to eat.

There are many small food vendors around the hospital, including candied haws in winter. Looking at a croquette stand, Yuan Xing swallowed his saliva several times, and finally went to buy a huge roasted sweet potato.

It can fill the stomach and warm the hands, and it's cheap, Yuan Xing thought so, and went back to the hospital with the sweet potato in his arms.

As soon as he arrived at the hospital, Yuan Xing got his own test report before the sweet potato was peeled off. In desperation, he had no choice but to put the sweet potato back in his pocket and take a bus to the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation.

The hospital is a wonderful place, full of the smell of disinfectant, where people see birth, growth, standing, sickness and death, and all kinds of human emotions seem to regard this place as a stage, where people's life is performed every day.

If one visits the hospital alone, one can feel that one is very lucky to be able to grow up to this age.

Then, if you come to the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation, you may feel that there is no dissatisfaction in your life.

Yuan Xing thought that there would not be many people from the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation on weekdays, so that he would not have to look at others enviously.

Unexpectedly, everyone seems to be rushing to the end of the year, and there are many more people changing their certificates than before. Similarly, there are many family members accompanying them, each of them supporting each other, their eyes full of concern.

Yuan Xing pinched the roasted sweet potato in his pocket, and suddenly regretted the time he had procrastinated.

It's a pity that he can't predict foresight, knowing when there will be few people and when there will be more people, and there is no regret medicine in the world.

Probably because the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation expected that many people would come to apply for documents at the end of the month, and many volunteers were arranged at the entrance and in the hall to help guide these disabled people, which made the already crowded hall even more crowded.

Most of the volunteers are nearby college students, about the same age as Yuan Xing, dressed brightly, wearing a ribbon with the words "Volunteer of the Disabled People's Federation of Beijing City" printed on their bodies, smiling, and patiently guiding people who came to apply for documents.

Because Yuan Xing is mentally disabled, he can't tell if he doesn't speak.The volunteers saw that he looked obedient and obedient, so naturally they didn't think of him as a disabled person. Similarly, Yuanxing didn't have any volunteers to guide him.

Seeing the crowded crowd in front of him, Yuan Xing clenched his hands tightly.

The little boy in his heart shouted Yuan Xing, Yuan Xing, let's go, we don't want to stay here anymore, there are too many people here, they have too much happiness, you have nothing, let's go together.

Yuan Xing's heartbeat echoed in his chest, and for a moment he seemed to be unable to hear the sound outside, only the cry in his heart and the echo of his heartbeat.

Then he bit the bullet, stepped on the verge of a mental breakdown, and found the window for changing his ID step by step, and he was at the end of the queue.

Hearing the voices of people talking to each other, Yuan Xing looked down at the square floor tiles on the ground, counted, moved forward one by one, and when the count reached the end, he was also lined up.

"Hello." The staff in the window had no expression on their faces, "Come to replace the second-generation ID card?"

"Yeah." Yuan Xing sat on a high chair, nodded a little stiffly, and put the materials in his hand and his disability certificate on the marble countertop.

He didn't seem to be slowing down yet, his head was dizzy, and his hands were shaking all the time, and it was useless to clenched tightly.

The staff is used to seeing disabled people accompanied by their family members. At this time, they were surprised to see a child who came alone. They couldn’t help but look at him a few more times. When they saw that he was mentally disabled, they sighed a few times in their hearts. .

But this embarrassment did not make this staff member become patient. In recent days, he has been repeating the same boring work. Most of the people he saw were the disabled and accompanying family members. Explain, otherwise asking questions will give him a headache.

"Fill this out." The other party handed Yuan Xing a form, and then threw a pen out of the small window, "Give me a one-inch photo after filling it out. It should be faster, and there will be more people behind."

The staff here urged, and the door of the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation opened and closed, and two people came in. The taller one was pushing a wheelchair, and a young man was sitting in the wheelchair, full of dignity.

Ling Qiuchi was holding a short-skinned matcha puff in his hand, sitting in the wheelchair and biting it, the sweet and greasy taste rushed into Wang Yuyang's nostrils, coupled with the crowd of people in front of him, it gave Wang Yuyang a headache.

"Why are there so many people..." Ling Qiuchi gripped the paper bag containing the puffs tightly, and muttered softly, "If I knew it, I would have come earlier."

In fact, he doesn't like to come here, so he must come with Wang Jianyang.

Although the disabled are the majority here, Qiuchi still can't stand this kind of gaze, this kind of gaze that turns around you, as if looking at what is missing on your body, as calm as if you are saying hello in the morning .

Ling Qiuchi squeezed the paper bag tightly, and rarely yelled at Wang Yuyang: "Brother, let's go to the fourth window."

Wang Jianyang responded in a low voice, and just stood at the end of the line, he heard a familiar voice, which was different from the soft and soft ones in the past, but a little impatient.

"This, I don't quite understand this, but..."

Hearing the sound, he looked suspiciously at the place where the sound came out, and then saw a small figure that was also familiar, sitting obediently on a high chair, with the same pair of white sneakers under his feet.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yuyang's eyes widened a little.

In an instant, all the previous questions were answered one by one, and the answer was right in front of my eyes.

At the same time, Wang Yuyang felt that his heart seemed to be grabbed by a pair of small hands, and then he was picked up by these white hands, and his heart throbbed with pain.

Wang Jianyang stared at the little figure intently, there seemed to be a dispute over there, he couldn't see the expression of the little shop assistant, only the impatient expression of the staff.

"Qiu Chi, stay alone for a while." Wang Qianyang didn't think about the consequences of saying this, so he walked straight ahead.

There was indeed a dispute with Yuan Xing, but it was unilateral, and the staff just couldn't understand his intermittent words.

There is a column on the form for "formerly used names", and Yuan Xing has a worry here.

When Yuan Xing was in his hometown, he had a star named "Yuan Xing", a little star.

This name was actually given by his family when he was just born. It has no meaning, and he simply thought that it would be easy to live by the name.But when registering, the person who entered the information made a typo, and it became "Yuan Xing", lucky Xing.

It sounds like God wants him to live happily ever after.

But after Yuan Xing burned out his brain, most of his memory was blurred, so he thought that this should be his former name, so he filled it in.

The staff saw it when they collected the form, so they asked Yuan Xing to make sure that there was really a former name, and don't write it indiscriminately.

This made Yuan Xing even more worried. He wanted to explain the origin of the name to the staff, but the other party was very impatient, and then Yuan Xing became anxious.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Yuyang who heard the voice came.

The little clerk didn't seem to find himself yet, Wang Yuyang stood behind him, condescendingly aiming at the form on the table.In the column of the former name, the crooked word "Yuanxing" came into view first.

Subconsciously, Wang Yuyang thought in his heart, Little Xingxing.

The author has something to say: In the future, you can call Little Xing Xing to provoke you!