Ding, your little fool is online

Not long after the text message was sent, Yuan Xing received a reply——

"You're welcome, Xiao Yuanxing."

Yuan Xing, who was still in the distant place, looked at the small screen of the mobile phone and saw the text message from "Mr. Happy", and felt that his heart was gradually being filled, and there was not only happiness and happiness in it, but even happiness in it.

"That's right." Yuan Xing suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly texted the other party back.

Wang Yuyang, who was far away in the car, made another "ding--" sound from the phone--

"Well, how do you know my name?"

There is also a typo in it.

Yuan Xing didn't know that when Mr. Kaixin was helping him just now, he had already printed all his information into his mind, and his little brain seemed unable to extend from the incident of using his name to his real name, so he asked stupidly.

And Wang Jianyang seemed to think that this child was too funny, it would be a pity not to tease him, so he didn't tell the truth.

"Because I am Mr. Happy with magic, I know the names of every child under my protection."

He thought he had said something dreamy, but Yuan Xing didn't understand what "shelter" meant, and couldn't understand the second half of the sentence.

Yuan Xing still stood where he was, scratched his head looking at these two words, puzzled, and felt that it would be impolite not to reply to other people's messages.

I had no choice but to reply, "Okay."

Simple and easy to understand, no typos, and cute to pass the test.

Wang Yuyang laughed directly in the taxi, what a treat.

Left and right hadn't arrived at the company yet, and the journey was boring, so Wang Yuyang adjusted his sitting posture and concentrated on teasing Yuan Xing——

"What's good?"

But this time Wang Yuyang didn't hear a "ding—" and didn't receive a text message. He didn't stop thinking until he returned to the company to start working.

As for Yuan Xing, it had been nearly an hour and a half since he came out of the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation, and he was still on the street, not sure whether he was wandering around or wanted to walk home.

Yuan Xing put his hands in his pockets and pursed his lips tightly. He lowered his head and stared at his footsteps. The emotion on his face could not tell whether it was loss or grievance.

Just now he was texting Mr. Kaixin near the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation. Every text message he received was full of happiness, but the happiness didn't last long.

When he was thinking about how to explain the "okay" he sent, a phone call came in.

An unfamiliar number, the phone number is very familiar.

The mobile phone is newly replaced, and the previous SMS records are gone, but now it is the end of the month, this number will not be late, and it will never be changed.

But this time, it's not a text message, it's a phone call.

Yuan Xing was a little nervous at the time. He knew it was his home phone number, and he would see this number every month when he sent money to his grandma.But he has been in Beijing for three years, and he stays in the capital every Spring Festival. He hasn't been back for three years, and he hasn't called him at home. He has been texting all the time, asking for money.

When Yuan Xing first came to Beijing to work, he didn’t have enough food or clothing, so he didn’t call or ask for money.

Later, Yuan Xing slowly found a little job and got some meager income. He still didn't have a phone, but he began to ask him for about 100 or [-] a month.

Even so, Yuan Xing would often call and send text messages to this number at the beginning, as if to report safety, even if there was no response.

Until Yuan Xing comforted himself in the hot pot restaurant and told his family that he could have thousands of dollars a month, the amount changed to five hundred. After more than half a year, a phone call finally came.

If it was Yuan Xing who had just left home, he would have answered the phone happily, but now Yuan Xing somehow, inexplicably resisted.

There is also the fear of intuition.

After calling three times, Yuan Xing finally answered the phone.

Since the family started asking for money, he has been calling grandma for money, and every time he texts, he calls grandma, but the voice on the phone is the man who is his father.

When Yuan Xing heard this, he immediately trembled all over, feeling that his blood was cold.

When he was a child, he saw many ugly appearances of his father, including punching and kicking his mother, calling him a little broom star and slapping his head.

Too many, so that Yuan Xing was still very afraid of his father when he grew up, and was afraid that he would be reprimanded if he didn't do well.And this feeling has continued until now, even though his intelligence has regressed and his memory is blurred, the fear and pain have always been engraved in the bruises of his heart.

Yuan Hongming's voice seemed to have remained the same, always drunk: "Xing Xing, has this month's salary been paid?"

Yuan Xing's voice trembled slightly: "Not yet, not yet."

"Is that so." Yuan Hongming's voice sounded chaotic, as if something was crashing into each other, repeatedly.

Yuan Hongming touched a piece of mahjong with one hand, and was on the phone with the other: "Then when will you post it? It's cold recently, your grandma is sick, and the family has no money to buy medicine for your grandma."

He was well aware of Yuan Xing's weakness, and he was able to handle it well. When he said this, a trace of panic appeared in Yuan Xing's voice.

"Grandma, what's wrong with grandma?" Yuan Xing asked hurriedly.

"I'm sick, Xing Xing, send money to Dad, so Dad can buy medicine for grandma." Yuan Hongming threw out a vest he didn't want, "Tsk."

"Yes, how much does it cost?"

Yuan Hongming looked at the IOUs piled up on the side, and reported a whole number: "2000 yuan."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips. He had to leave more than half of his monthly salary for the rent. Besides food and clothing, he also had to give 500 to his family. He also bought a mobile phone this month. The money he could embezzle was only a few hundred yuan. not that much.

Unless the money left for the rent is taken out.

After paying the rent at the end of last month, the salary was paid within a few days. He kept 2000 rent and stored it in the envelope under the pillow.

Over there, Yuan Hongming didn't hear Yuan Xing's words, and continued: "Your grandma has been coughing for half a month, and she hasn't recovered. Xing Xing, think about how much your grandma loved you when you were young, and now you don't see her when she is sick. ?”

Yuan Hongming talked a lot again, almost always talking nonsense and asking for money.

Finally Yuan Xing swallowed, and said intermittently: "...Okay, okay, wait until tomorrow, I will go."

"Oh." Yuan Hongming touched a good card and was happy, "This is my filial son."

Then he hung up the phone, leaving Motoko with a busy tone of "beep beep——".

After finishing the call, Yuan Xing was in a panic, his hands and feet were cold, and he didn't know whether it was because of the cold wind or the conversation with his father just now. In short, he was so uncomfortable that he forgot Mr. Happy's text message.

At night, it was already eight o'clock in the evening when Wang Yuyang walked out of the office building. He habitually walked towards the parking lot. When he arrived, he realized that he didn't drive today. He had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and call a car.

While waiting for the bus, he wrapped himself in his overcoat. There was a strong wind during the day today. Although it was a bit colder, the smog and thick clouds were blown away. lengthened his shadow.

"It's going to rain again tomorrow." Wang Yuyang muttered to himself, staring at the halo on the outer layer of the moon.

His gaze continued to wander in the night sky, and suddenly he saw a star far away from the moonlight, hanging alone by the side.

This reminded him of Yuan Xing's former name and what he was thinking at that time.

Little star, a lonely little star.

The phone vibrated, and the driver called. Wang Yuyang briefly explained his location and hung up the phone, but did not take the phone back.

Moonlight and starlight danced together on the screen, Wang Yuyang found out the text message that had not received a response, and tapped the screen a few times.

With the sound of "Ding--", the strange number has a name, a name with stars.

From: Little Star.

Message content: Thank you, Mr. Happy.

时间：2018年12月24日，16:03.

On Christmas Day, when there was still a quarter of an hour before the end of get off work at 18:30, Wu Xiaomao distributed gifts such as Ping An fruit and Christmas hats to every employee in the company. Among them was a small box of beautifully packaged chocolates, which he specially dragged his friends abroad. Human flesh is carried back.

"The boss is so generous." The employee smiled and ate the chocolate, "Is there some kind of conspiracy?"

"When have I ever been stingy hahahaha." Wu Xiaomao patted his chest, then coughed lightly, "There is indeed a conspiracy."

A few days ago, the company just reached a cooperation with a local charitable organization in Beijing. The other party urged them to launch the project before the Chinese New Year. Wu Xiaomao had no choice but to bribe and squeeze the employees.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me. Today is just the preliminary preparation. After the preparation, you can go home from get off work and have a Christmas date!" Wu Xiaomao shouted while avoiding the candy wrapper cores thrown by the staff, "Overtime pay! Overtime pay! Yes! I pay four times!"

After appeasing the employees, Wu Xiaomao took off the candy wrappers from his hair and lamented that it was hard to be a boss.

The planning of the new project was driven out by Wang Yuyang yesterday. There is only a preliminary plan, and there are still some areas that need to be improved. He needs to discuss it with Wang Yuyang.

But he was nowhere to be seen in the operations team's office.

"Where's Director Wang?" Wu Xiaomao asked, "Have you seen anyone else?"

A young lady from the operation team poked her head out from behind the computer: "Director Wang said he won't work overtime, and has already left work to eat hot pot."

There is a reason for what happened, and there is also a reason why Wang Yuyang went to the hot pot restaurant.

After returning home last night, Wang Yuyang was always concerned that Yuan Xing didn't reply to his text messages, and he was more worried about whether something happened to this little fool, so he didn't reply to his text messages.

But when he arrived at the hot pot restaurant, Wang Yuyang turned around for a long time but did not find Yuan Xing.

In desperation, he asked a clerk: "Is there a clerk named Yuan Xing in your family?"

"Are you his friend?" The clerk looked at Wang Yuyang in a little surprise.

"That's right." Wang Yuyang nodded, "I have some business with him, do you know when he will come?"

The clerk shook his head: "I don't know, he took several days off, and he shouldn't be here for the next few days."