Ding, your little fool is online

Yuan Xing didn't seem to have noticed that there was someone standing behind him, and he still explained the origin of his name to the staff of the Disabled Persons' Federation, and wanted the other party to help judge.

"Yes, that's the name. In my hometown, grandma, grandma called me that, but my name is Yuanxing..." Yuanxing gestured with hands and feet, his face full of anxiety.

However, the staff couldn't understand his intermittent and winding words, and said to him impatiently: "You have to figure it out yourself, I can't help you judge, if something happens, you need to Take responsibility."

When Yuan Xing heard this, his heart became even more confused, and the grievance and helplessness seemed to climb to the corner of his eyes.

He himself was very resistant to changing his ID by himself. From stepping into the hall to now, he had exhausted almost all his mind, and he didn't know what was forcing him to explain the origin of the name to the other party.

The seven or eight-year-old child in my heart kept yelling, yelling to leave, yelling that he was too unhappy, very much like the chaotic Yuan Xing at the beginning.

The roasted sweet potatoes in his pocket gradually became cold, and when Yuan Xing could no longer absorb the warmth, a pleasant and familiar voice sounded above his head.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and Motoko suddenly turned his head to look at the past, and the tassel on the hem of the scarf drew an arc.

It's "happy".

Wang Yuyang stood behind Yuan Xing for a short time. Although it was not long, it was enough for him to read Yuan Xing's application form and mental disability test report.

The handwriting on the form looks childish, but some places seem to have calligraphy-like strokes.

The name column says "Yuan Xing", which is a happy luck, but no matter how you look at it, this child's life is not happy.

The address of birthplace was written in a small village in the south. Wang Qianyang had never seen this place name before, and almost didn't even recognize the rare characters in it.

The date of birth is June 1997, 6. He was born on Children's Day. It seems to be a festival full of happiness and innocence, but it is unexpectedly connected with his current destiny.

In addition to the basic information, Wang Yuyang also saw Yuan Xing's test report, which contained a discussion about his mental disability, written by Yuan Xing himself.

After the college entrance examination, the high fever persists...

Wang Jianyang looked at Yuan Xing's upturned face and his eyes that were about to overflow red, and sighed quietly in his heart.

This world is really unfair.

Yuan Xing was very surprised, a little emotional, and didn't say a complete sentence: "You, why are you..."

Wang Jianyang smiled at him, and then asked the staff in the window: "What happened?"

"Are you his family?" The staff was stunned for a moment, "That's right, about this gentleman's former name..."

In the staff's narration, Wang Yuyang probably understood what happened just now, but he was not sure whether Yuan Xing had changed his name, so he asked, "Is Yuan Xing the name your family keeps calling you?"

Yuan Xing nodded without thinking, and then added: "Except, except mom, mom doesn't call me that."

"Then which name have you written in your homework since you were a child?" Wang Qianyang seemed to be taking care of Yuan Xing, and put his tone in an extremely gentle and slow tone.

"Yuan Xing." Yuan Xing pointed to his name on the application form and said, "This, always write this."

"Okay." Wang Yuyang nodded, took a pen and crossed out the "Yuan Xing" in the column of the previous name, and then returned the form to Yuan Xing, "Finish the empty ones, and then check if the information is all correct." Correct."

Yuan Xing took the form and said in a daze, "Okay, okay."

The hand holding the pen still trembled a little, but it wasn't caused by a psychological breakdown.

Yuan Xing felt the joy and joy in his heart while writing on the paper. He glanced aside, and Yuan Xing saw the Shanghai blue cuff buttons of the opponent's shirt, which reflected his eyes.

He doesn't have much, just one little thing can make him happy, and Mr. Happy seems to have this magic.

Filling up the last column, Motoyuki handed the form to the staff.

However, when he turned his head, he found that Mr. "Happy" was gone. After looking around a few times, he still didn't find Mr. Happy.

I haven't said thank you yet...

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, took the receipt given to him by the staff, and left the gate of the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation with a little disappointment.

The reason why Wang Yuyang disappeared was because when he was watching Yuan Xing fill out the form, he caught a glimpse of Ling Qiuchi missing from the team, so he left in a hurry without having time to speak to Yuan Xing.

At this time, at the entrance of the safe passage of the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation, Ling Qiuchi was looking at Wang Yuyang angrily.

He asked Wang Yuyang: "Brother, who was that person just now? Do you know him? Why did you help him?"

Wang Jianyang didn't answer his first two questions, but instead asked him: "Isn't it good to help those in need? If that person is you, what do you think?"

"That person won't be me!"

Ling Qiu gritted his teeth, tightly pinched the bag of puffs with both hands, his pupils were bloodshot, he looked like a little beast whose territory had been violated by others, and the fur all over his body was blown up.

Hearing this, Wang Yuyang frowned.

That person is indeed not him. Although that child was born in misery, but he is working hard every day, living hard and being strong, how could it be him.

The voice of Ling Qiuchi's words just now was too loud, which attracted many people to look in this direction, and a volunteer reminded them to keep quiet.

I don't know where the offense happened, Wang Yuyang rarely called him by name and surname: "Ling Qiuchi, I give you two choices, either shut up now and I'll take you to change your ID, or I'll go back to the company and you change your ID by yourself Go back with the driver and think for yourself."

Ling Qiuchi's eyes widened with disbelief.

Wang Jinyang has never treated himself like he did just now, even though his attitude and tone are so bad, and his thoughts are so obvious, the other party has always treated him calmly and rationally, and he did not get angry when he refused some unreasonable demands made by him.

Only this time, it looked like he was really angry.

He grabbed the corner of Wang Yuyang's clothes and asked, "Brother... are you angry?"

Wang Jianyang let him grab the corner of his clothes and didn't speak.

The more Wang Yuyang remained silent, the more frightened Qiuchi became. He said in a low voice, "I'm sorry brother... I won't lose my temper again next time. I don't want to go back with the driver. He drives the car very fast every time. You take me Can I change my ID? I'm sorry bro..."

While admitting his mistake, he acted miserably, the draft passed, and the two empty trouser legs slapped each other a few times with the wind.

Wang Jianyang stared at him for a while, then he let go: "Let's go."

With someone accompanying him, the procedures for changing the documents were very smooth. After a while, Wang Yuyang pushed Ling Qiuchi out of the team and walked towards the gate.

Ling Qiuchi held his receipt, shrunk in the wheelchair, and said nothing, while Wang Yuyang pushed him through the crowd, also without saying a word.

Ling Qiuchi gritted his teeth, thinking of what Wang Jianyang said to him just now, he felt aggrieved in his heart.

Originally, his plan was to come to change his documents first, and then go to the nearby Dagu City for lunch. It seems that the trip will be canceled this month.

Unpleasant things happened just now, Wang Yuyang didn't plan to take him to dinner anymore, he stretched out his hand and pressed the button to open the door, and the cold wind came.

When he was about to tell Ling Qiuchi that he was going back to the company, he saw Yuan Xing standing at the gate, stomping his feet and breathing heavily.

The other party also saw him, and immediately came up to meet him, sniffed, and said, "You, hello, thank you just now."

"You're welcome." Wang Yuyang nodded slightly, seeing his cheeks flushed by the wind, he couldn't help asking, "You've been waiting here all this time?"

"Yes, I, I haven't thanked you yet." Yuan Xing nodded as if pecking at rice, and thanked again, "Thank you, thank you."

After he finished speaking, he noticed Ling Qiuchi in the wheelchair, so before Wang Jianyang could respond again, he asked softly, "Who is this?"

Originally, it was impolite to ask such a question, but since Wang Jianyang already knew Yuan Xing's story, he didn't care so much.

"My younger brother." Wang Jianyang said, "one year younger than you."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and looked at Ling Qiuchi with sparkling eyes.

He himself has a tear mole under his eyes. Many people often envy him for the location of this mole, and then complain why he doesn't have it.

Yuan Xing also found that there were very few people like him, but today he saw Ling Qiuchi, who also had a tear mole an inch below his left eye, and he looked about the same age as him. .

This gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He said to Ling Qiuchi, "Hello, my name is Yuan Xing."

Ling Qiuchi glanced at him, and recognized that this was the little troublemaker who asked Wang Yuyang to help him just now, causing him to lose the chance to get along with his brother, so naturally he ignored him.

But Yuan Xing said as if he was not shocked, he took out two chocolate candies in his pocket, and handed them to Ling Qiuchi as if offering them: "You, do you eat candies?"

Ling Qiuchi still ignored him.

"Oh..." The successive rejections made Yuan Xing a little embarrassed, he scratched his head, "If you don't eat it, then I will, I will put it away...Are you really not going to eat it?"

When he was talking, he kept looking at Ling Qiuchi, and the other party indeed felt this gaze.

Ling Qiuchi knew that he looked like a deformed monster without his legs. His relatives and friends all looked at him with pity, and strangers all looked at him with sympathy.

There is no pity or sympathy in the eyes of this person alone, clean and pure, just like a child taking out candy from his pocket, simply wanting to share it with him, wanting to make friends with him.

It looked very real, but it was as clean as a fake.

Ling Qiuchi stared at Yuan Xing's white palm, then turned his head away, and said in an unclear tone, "I won't eat."

The author has something to say: Qiuqiu: qaq Actually, I want to eat candy