Ding, your little fool is online

The warm and soft atmosphere was broken, Wang Yuyang quickly let go of Yuan Xing, sat up straight, turned his head out of the window, and touched his nose embarrassingly.

He has a very light-colored mole on the right side of the bridge of his nose, which is so light-colored that he usually ignores this fact.

I didn't expect this kid to observe very carefully. I don't know if he really thinks it's a small black spot or to break the embarrassing atmosphere...

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyang couldn't help but smile with the corners of his lips curled up.

Yuan Xing turned his head to the other side, and touched his forehead as if nothing had happened.

He still remembers that when he was a child, whenever he was not feeling well, his mother would press his forehead to his forehead like Mr. Happy to see if he had a fever.

As for Mr. Happy's feeling... Yuan Xing pursed his lips, and rubbed his palm on his forehead lightly a few times.

It feels very similar to my mother, but not the same.

From the corner of his eye, Wang Jianyang saw Yuan Xing was still touching his forehead, thinking that he was still thinking about what happened just now, so he hurriedly said, "You have stopped burning."

In fact, he didn't remember whether it was burned or not at all, he only remembered the soft eyelashes and black pupils, and it looked so good to eat... No!Looks like soft lips.

"Don't burn it." Yuan Xing touched his forehead again, and muttered a few words, looking silly.

However, he suddenly seemed to be electrified again, and almost jumped up like a little rabbit, which scared Wang Yuyang and the driver.

"What's the matter?" Wang Yuyang hurriedly asked, "Does your head still hurt?"

Yuan Xing's eyes were evasive, he seemed a little embarrassed, he muttered for a few times before speaking: "I, my butt hurts..."

Wang Yuyang: "..."

In the front row, the driver who just saw Wang Yuyang forcibly sticking his forehead to his forehead in the rearview mirror, couldn't help saying, "I didn't expect you to be so human-looking, and you looked so well-dressed. I didn't expect you to be a beast behind your back." Even such a small child will not be spared, no, I'm going to beat Yaoyaoling." He looked at Wang Yuyang.

Pharaoh can't say anything, and he can't argue.

"Cough." Wang Yuyang coughed lightly, trying to save face for himself, "Sit sideways right after the injection, and be careful not to press the eye of the needle."

So Yuan Xing twisted left and right, and finally twisted himself onto Wang Yuyang's shoulder.His upper body is facing right, while his lower body is facing left, carefully protecting the needle eye on the right like a small twist,

Seeing his twisted look, Wang Yuyang really wanted to tell him that it would be all right to lie on his left side with his whole body, but he looked at the little head that was leaning tightly on his shoulder, and decided not to.

So fine.

The place to eat was in a small alley, and as soon as he got off the station at the entrance of the alley, Yuan Xing smelled a fresh fragrance, couldn't help sniffing, and whispered: "It smells so good."

Seeing his little fool, Wang Yuyang smiled, and led him to the door of a small shop.

The store is not big, there are only a few small tables in the house, but the small place is full of customers, and the pots on each table are steaming.

Fortunately, there is still a place for two people in the corner.Yuan Xing sat on a high bench shaking his calf, curiously looking at the things that were gurgling in other people's pots.

Doesn't it look like meat in vain?Not hot pot?

The speed of serving food in the store is very fast. Not long after ordering, today's dinner was brought to the table.

The seemingly ordinary pot of white porridge exudes an incomparably delicious smell, exactly the same as what Yuan Xing smelled at the entrance of the alley just now.

He stared at the porridge in the pot for a few times, as if he wanted to peek out a chicken leg, but failed, so he had to ask Wang Yuyang cautiously: "Meat, where is the meat?"

Mr. Happy agreed to bring him to eat meat...

"Don't worry." Wang Yuyang took the wet tissue prepared on the table, opened it and handed it to Yuan Xing, "Come and wipe your hands."

While Yuanxing was wiping his hands, fresh dishes such as fish fillets, prawns, blue crabs and meatballs were served one after another.

Wang Yuyang had already picked up a piece of raw fish, passed it quickly up and down in the hot porridge, and then put it on Yuanxing's plate: "Taste it, is it delicious?"

Yuan Xing carefully picked up the piece of tasteless fish, pursed his mouth and took a few breaths before putting it in his mouth.

The fresh and sweet taste rushed straight into the nostrils and occupied the five senses. Yuan Xing pursed the corners of his mouth, and his eyes widened in an instant. If he had puppy ears, he would definitely stand up with a "whoosh".

Seeing his appearance, Wang Jianyang asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Yuan Xing nodded hastily, and said vaguely: "That's a good time."

The constant steam made his eye circles a little red. Yuan Xing hadn’t eaten such delicious food for a long time. On weekdays, what he ate the most was vegetables, egg noodles and rice porridge with a little soy sauce. Occasionally, he bought himself a marinated chicken leg That is great happiness.

What I look forward to the most is the meal in the store when I get off work in the evening. There are meat and vegetables, it tastes very fragrant, and there is delicious white rice to eat. Occasionally, sister Yueyue can have a small hot pot when she is happy.

I can't blame him for wanting to go back to work in the store even if he is sick, just for the dinner of heavy oil and red sauce when he gets off work.

It may be commonplace in the eyes of others, but in Yuanxing, it is a delicacy on a jade plate, and you will be happy for a long time after eating it once.

The voices of people talking in the room seemed to be slowed down, and the sound of bubbling and bubbling was infinitely elongated. Yuan Xing looked at the cooked fish fillets on the plate, and looked at the opposite side who was patiently peeling shrimp.

He has been ups and downs in the fast-paced big city for thousands of days and nights. Finally, here he slowed down his life a few beats, and slowed down his steps a few steps. Taste a little bit of happiness.

Only a little bit, although it is not enough to fill the huge vacancy, but Yuan Xing is already very satisfied.

Very satisfied.

Thank you Mr. Happy.he thought so.

Taking advantage of Wang Yuyang's inattention, and taking advantage of the fact that the casserole was gurgling violently, Yuan Xing sniffed softly, blinked and lowered his eyes, then turned his head, and the corners of his eyes quickly rubbed against his shoulders.

Without raising his head, Wang Qian asked, "Why are you crying again, Xiao Yuanxing?"

Yuan Xing bit his lip, smiled and said to Wang Yuyang: "Dinner, dinner is so delicious."

After making his belly chubby, Wang Yuyang called a car to take Yuan Xing home.

After arriving at the destination, Yuan Xing got out of the car first, and pointed to a closed window on the top floor: "Happy, Mr. Happy, that belongs to my house."

That window was pitch-black, surrounded by the lights of thousands of houses around it, and looked very deserted.

Looking at the dilapidated Tongzilou in front of him and the messy surroundings, and looking at Yuan Xing who wrote "I'm so happy to be home" all over his face, Wang Qianyang felt a little distressed.

From the first floor to the top floor, every household was noisy with different emotions, and the noise made Wang Zhen a headache.

Yuan Xing took out the key from his pocket and opened the door, turned on the light, and a small and simple house appeared in front of Wang Yuyang.

It is a hut where you can see the whole picture at a glance, only the toilet is separated, and it is no more than [-] square meters by visual inspection.The big piece of furniture is only a wardrobe, a single bed and a dilapidated couch, and the rest are a few benches and tables.

The so-called kitchen is an induction cooker placed on a table next to the water pipe, with kitchen knives and chopping boards, pots and pans, bottles and cans of spices, and half a bag of ham sausage spread out.

Wang Jianyang suddenly regretted that he insisted on coming to Yuan Xing's house. The more he knew about this child, the more painful he felt.

He couldn't imagine how Yuan Xing nestled in that cold little bed for a few days when he was sick and had a fever, and happily texted himself, calling himself Mr. Happy.

Isn't it really cold to sleep in this cold room?Will you have nightmares at night?

Wang Jianyang thought about all kinds of things, but he couldn't understand the taste of it.

The lights are dim, and the temperature inside the house is not much higher than outside.

Yuan Xing lifted a big red thermos bottle from the corner, pulled out the wooden cork, saw the hot air coming out of the bottle, and said happily to himself, "It's okay, it's okay."

After pouring out a glass of hot water, Yuanxing carefully held the bottom of the glass, because it was the only place where his hands would not be burned.

He asked: "Go, Mr. Happy, do you drink hot water? There is no tea in my house, only hot water."

Taking the hot cup from Yuanxing's hand, Wang Yuyang found that even holding the bottom of the glass felt hot.

After pouring the water, Yuan Xing sat side by side with Wang Yuyang on the sofa, lowered his head and played with his fingers, his calf dangling, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Originally, the way he got along with Mr. Happy was to ask and answer, but after arriving at home, Mr. Happy didn't say a word, and Yuan Xing naturally shut up after a few words by himself.

Do you think the hot water is not good to drink?Or do you feel that your home is too broken...?

Looking at the upper of the white sneakers, Motoko was thinking wildly.

The water dripping from the faucet hit the surface of the water, making a tick-tock sound, and a few words from the neighbor downstairs crept in through the closed door, rustling.

All the small sounds are setting off the quiet moment at this time.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from outside, like an explosion.

All of a sudden, colorful fireworks sent through the glass, sending flower-like fiery trees and silver flowers and clusters of star showers, illuminating the narrow and dim hut, and the gorgeous intertwined colors were reflected in the room, dyeing the dimness into colorful lights.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated crazily, and Wang Yuyang glanced at it. It turned out that it was midnight, and everyone was wishing each other a happy new year. Although it was not the Lunar New Year, it was full of ritual.

Mr. Happy and Little Xingxing spent the last day of the year-end together, and then ushered in the new year together.

Wang Jianyang shifted his gaze to Yuan Xing.

Yuan Xing propped his hands on the sofa, his legs no longer swayed, he stretched his neck slightly, and looked out the window with bright eyes.

The sound of saying goodbye to the old days was endless, Wang Jianyang rubbed his fingertips back and forth on the glass wall, and looked at Yuan Xing firmly.

He was here, in this dark and cramped hut, sitting side by side on the sofa with a poor child, and the fireworks turned them into colorful lights one after another.

Wang Qianyang had always felt that Yuan Xing was too pitiful before, and he always had great care and pity in his heart, but at this moment, his heartbeat beat one after another, throbbing as if he wanted him to die.

The light shining on the eyelashes of Little Xingxing flowed around and kissed the corner of Mr. Happy's lips.

Wang Jianyang looked at it a few more times, clenched the glass in his hand, and called out to him, "Yuan Xing."

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