Ding, your little fool is online

After Yuan Xing sent this long text message, he looked at it again, and seemed to feel that something was not right, so he added another one in the past——

"Mr. Happy, don't be afraid. My younger brother has been taken away by an uncle in black clothes and bald. My younger brother even gave me the fried chicken he bought. Please help me, Mr. Happy. Help me and tell my brother. Thank him."

After sending it out, he squatted down to pick up the things he bought, and then went home with cabbage noodles and a bag of delicious fried chicken.

There is meat to eat.

Ling Qiuchi, who was already in the car, sneezed suddenly. He grabbed the seat belt with one hand and touched his nose with the other.

……You have the flu?

If he knew that Yuan Xing had betrayed himself completely, he would probably die of anger.

A little while earlier, in the empty office of Shengxing Entertainment on the eleventh floor of the office building, there was only Wang Yuyang alone.

There was a stack of materials provided by charity organizations on the table, Wang Yuyang looked at the cover of the materials and fell into thinking.

The name of this charity is "Fengguang Foundation", a non-profit organization. The name sounds literary and artistic, but it is actually a charity dedicated to restoring light and intelligence to blind children and mentally disabled children under the age of 18.

Therefore, the meaning of the word "light" is not only light but also hope.

The fund for helping blind and mentally handicapped children depends entirely on donations from people from all walks of life, as well as the value-added part of the fund.

The chairman and the vice chairman are the founders of the foundation and well-known businessmen in the capital. Most of the relief funds are donated by them.

However, in recent years, the probability of children becoming demented and mentally disabled has increased sharply, and the foundation's existing funds will soon be unable to afford the "Funguang Project" of the existing sponsors. The chairman and vice president have found cooperation with various platforms, hoping to use the method of enhancing exposure To awaken the sympathy of the masses.

Shengxing Entertainment mainly operates an entertainment app, and the age group of users is mostly 18-30. According to the survey results of the platform before, most users have a pre-tax income of more than 5000 RMB, and have the intention to make charitable donations.

The chairman and vice president of Fengguang hoped that the project could be launched before the Chinese New Year, but considering labor costs and operating costs, the legal counsel suggested that the previously established contract needs to be revised again.

The document of the contract is placed on the desktop, and it is only necessary to revise the terms obtained by Party B.

However, Wang Jianyang did not act for a long time.

The charity organization is a non-profit organization. Before signing the contract, Wang Yuyang met the chairman and vice president. Both of them are elderly people over half a century old. The other party has found more than one platform to cooperate with, and all expenses are paid by the two of them.

Logically speaking, as one of the leaders of the company, Wang Yuyang should not have any compassion for business cooperation.

In the materials provided by the foundation, there are many photos of disabled children, most of which are smiling faces after recovery. There is both innocence and joy in the smiles.

They looked at the camera, or pursed their lips and smiled, or grinned, and some even showed their eight neat teeth at the camera, as if they could hear their joyful laughter just by looking at the photos.

Looking at the smiling faces, Wang Yuyang couldn't help but think of Yuan Xing.

Wang Yuyang has seen Yuan Xing who was crying, Yuan Xing who was wronged, Yuan Xing who was well-behaved, Yuan Xing who was happy, and Yuan Xing who was smiling, but he never laughed out loud like the one in the picture.

He held the document in one hand and put his other hand to his ear, looked at it a few more times, thought about something, and finally sent back the previous version of the contract.

Just after clicking send, his mobile phone on the table rang with a "ding--".

The sender is "Little Star."

Wang Jianyang was overjoyed, what did he say?

And why did Xiao Yuanxing suddenly send a text message to himself, is it because he wants to return the washing machine?

The content of the text message was completely opposite to what Wang Jianyang thought, and the surprise turned into surprise.

A year ago, when Ling Qiuchi proposed that he wanted to go back to school, he was opposed by his whole family. At that time, Ling Qiuchi cried for a long time at home, and finally Wang Jinyang persuaded Wang Jinan and Ling Han, and Ling Qiuchi finally got his wish.

He thought that Ling Qiuchi would come back after staying in school for a few days, but he didn't expect him to stay for a year, and he even made a college entrance examination plan for himself.

What made him even more unexpected was that Ling Qiuchi also had campus bullying from others.

For a moment, Wang Yuyang was a little angry. Although he didn't like this younger brother very much, he still had a protective mood, and he had zero tolerance for school violence.

Wang Yuyang was still thinking about Ling Qiuchi, and Yuan Xing's second message came in again.

Immediately gave Wang Jian an angry smile.

The family strictly controlled Ling Qiuchi's diet, and he was not allowed to touch too greasy junk food. Unexpectedly, this kid would secretly buy fried chicken by himself.

Wang Yuyang replied to Yuan Xing's message.

Mr. Happy: "Okay, I see, thank you Xiao Yuanxing, is the fried chicken delicious?"

"Ding—" Yuan Xing replied almost quickly.

Little Xingxing: "It's delicious!!"

Also used two exclamation points to show how good the fried chicken really is.

He originally planned to go home and enjoy this delicacy again, but the fragrant smell of fried chicken came out of the paper bag, like a small feather scratching gently under Yuan Xing's nose, enticing him all the way.

Finally unable to bear it, Yuan Xing picked up a bamboo stick and tied a small piece of fried chicken, put it near his mouth and took a bite very carefully.

The chicken is covered with a layer of fried crispy bread crumbs, which makes a crunchy sound when bitten down, and the heat of the frying is just right, the meat is tender under the crispy skin, and the juice overflows when bitten down.

It was so fragrant that he stretched out his hands to cover his little cheeks, and his drooping eyes narrowed in enjoyment.

My brother is such a nice guy.

He took small bites, eating very cherished, thinking so much in his heart, and only wiped out a small piece of fried chicken.

Then he put the bamboo stick back, tightened the mouth of the paper bag, and patted it carefully to prevent any scent from slipping away.

Wang Yuyang is still sitting in front of the company's computer desk. Today is New Year's Day, so he has to go home anyway, but his work is not over yet. After the contract is processed, the previously established plan needs to be adjusted accordingly. .

But he couldn't stand by and watch Ling Qiuchi's matter. After thinking about it, he took his mobile phone and sent the other party a message.

Neither Wang Jinan nor Ling Han was at home. He sat at the dining table and ate in a school uniform, without making a sound.

The sound of a car door closing came from outside the door, causing the white porcelain spoon in Qiu Chi's hand to hit the wall of the bowl with a crisp sound.

Waiting with bated breath, but Ling Qiuchi didn't wait for the moment when the door of his house was pushed open, so he had to lower his head and continue eating.

But soon, the phone in his uniform pocket vibrated, and the message came from "brother".

Brother: How are you at school today?

Ling Qiuchi was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied—"Fortunately, nothing has changed as before, brother, when will you come back? Today is New Year's Day, and you haven't been back for more than a week."

Wang Jianyang looked at his unfinished work and replied—"Depending on the situation, I might go back at night. How are you doing at school?"

Asking the question for the second time, Qiuchi could only tell the truth - "It's just a little friction with my classmates, it's not a problem."

Ling Qiuchi frowned and looked at the message on the phone. On the way, he asked the driver not to tell his parents and Wang Yuyang what happened today, but the driver hesitated for a moment and didn't speak, wondering if he would answer for him.

But now Wang Jianyang still knows.

Ling Qiuchi gritted his teeth and looked out the window, never expecting that the little idiot cabbage who drew his sword to save him on the way already had his brother's contact information.

——"It's really nothing, it's just a small fight between the classmates, they didn't dare to do anything to me, the relationship between my classmates and I is actually very good."

Since Yuan Xing only told Wang Yuyang that Ling Qiuchi was being bullied, but didn't go into details, it was difficult for Wang Yuyang to follow up with Yuan Xing, but it was obvious that Ling Qiuchi didn't intend to tell the truth.

Wang Jianyang looked at the screen, tapped the table with his fingertips a few times, and after thinking about it for a while—"Well, remember to tell me if you encounter anything."

After receiving the news, Qiuchi's eyes lit up for a moment, "Yeah, good brother!"

He was actually a little bit happy in his heart, after all, it was rare for Wang Jianyang to take the initiative to ask about his situation, and it was rare for him to care about him.

But then - "Also, don't buy fried chicken secretly."

Ling Qiuchi hammered the dining table, and the cup and bowl vibrated together.

It really is that little Chinese cabbage idiot!

Yuan Xing stayed at home for several days, and returned to work at the hot pot restaurant after making sure he had no fever, headache or runny nose.

During this period, he finished all the medicines, and kept drinking hot water with the little lion thermos given to him by Wang Yuyang, and ate a sweet candy in the morning, but the washing machine was useless because he couldn't read the instructions and planned to go to work today Go ask sister Yueyue sometime.

There is also the box of sticks that can grow flowers that Wang Jianyang gave him, and he has already saved a small paper stick with flower seeds hidden in it.

After eating this whole box of lollipops, it will be spring, and then these flower seeds can be planted, and a pot of blooming flowers can be harvested a month later.

Mr. Happy hasn't been to his house for the past few days, but he has sent him text messages to remind him to take his medicine regularly, as if he was afraid that he would forget something.

He had a shift scheduled today, so he couldn't be late, so Yuan Xing left the door early.

Today is a working day, because the peak time of passenger flow is in the evening, so the business in the afternoon is not very ideal, and there are not many people in the waiting area at the door. Yuan Xing is sitting on a chair with a bucket of Miao Crispy Angle and looking at his phone.

He just received a message calling for payment, and he was a little sad.

Although the communication can be resumed only by paying 10 yuan, it is not the 10 yuan that is worrying.

It may be that Yuan Xing was so happy eating sweets and fried chicken at home a few days ago that Yuan Xing almost forgot the life math problems he had repeatedly calculated before.

Yuan Xing remitted 2000 yuan to his family a few days ago, causing his own rent to be short of a month's share.If he can't save up to 6000 yuan by the next rent payment, he will be kicked out on the street.

But the monthly salary is fixed, and his job is simple, and it is not easy to ask for a salary increase, so he has to find some other extra jobs to increase his income.

"Yue, Sister Yueyue." Yuan Xing plucked up the courage to go to the counter to find Zhang Yue, "You, you know, is there any other work that I can do for me, not in the store."

One sentence was extremely awkward, but Zhang Yue still understood the meaning of his words: "Are you short of money? I can lend it to you first."

Based on Yuan Xing's current conditions, he can't afford to repay whatever he borrows.

Yuan Xing had no choice but to make excuses: "No, no, I only came to the store in the afternoon, and I was at home in the morning, no, there is nothing to do."

"That's it." Zhang Yue turned on the computer, "Let me show you, if there is a suitable one, I will communicate with you first, and I will talk to you after I am done, okay?"

"Well, well, thank you, sister Yueyue."

Within a few days, Zhang Yue helped him find a job.

"This is the phone number of the person in charge." Zhang Yue handed Yuan Xing a note, "I have already explained your situation to him, you can call him at night to confirm~ Don't be afraid of Xiao Yuan Xing, go ahead! "

That night, Yuan Xing got in touch with this number, and the other party's voice was very gentle, and he patiently explained the work content and schedule to him.

"The working hours are from 8:30 to 12:30 in the morning, and 50 yuan is paid for four hours in the morning, but it is due to special reasons." The other party said, "This job can only be done until a year ago. Can you accept it? Sister Zhang should have done it before." I told you it was a short-term job."

There is less than a month before the year before the year, and with 50 yuan a day, Yuan Xing can only get more than 1000 yuan before the year.

After a little hesitation, he said, "Well, yes, yes."

Although there are only more than 1000, it is enough to save enough rent money before the beginning of March, and then find some short-term jobs after the year.

On the morning of the first day of work, Yuan Xing walked to the gate of a yard near his home according to the address given by Zhang Yue.

The yard is surrounded by an iron fence, and some withered branches are climbing on it. The branches are hanging on the lush holly in front of the door. There is a table and two chairs in the yard, and there are some dead leaves on the table. It looks like an ordinary residence. Same.

Yuan Xing clenched the bag of the little lion's thermos, looked down at the address on the note, took a step back and checked the house number carefully, and stopped after several confirmations.

"Feng, Guang?" Yuan Xing rang the doorbell, looked at the words next to the door, and read it suspiciously.

"Squeak..." The door opened.

"Hello, is this Yuan Xing?" A young man walked out of the door, and the voice should be the one who explained the work to him.

Yuan Xing nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, hello."

The other party led Yuan Xing to a room on the second floor. There were various books and toys in the room, as well as some exquisite and beautiful bags.

"This is a New Year's gift for the children." The young man took a blue and pink book, "The blue book is for blind children. There is no printed text in it. It is placed in a blue bag, and the pink book There are printed words, put them in a pink bag, remember not to mispack them, sort them out today, and send new ones tomorrow.”

"Blind?" Yuan Xing asked suspiciously.

So the young man explained the Fengguang Foundation to him in detail, telling him that the foundation's main objects of help are blind and mentally handicapped children under the age of 18.

The young man asked, "Do you understand?"

Although Yuan Xing was taken aback, he still nodded his head, pretending to understand.

The doorbell suddenly rang outside the door, the young man looked at the time, muttered "ah, Mr. Wang should be here", and then ran away, reminding Yuanxing that he can start working before leaving.

Yuan Xing didn't quite understand what the person in charge said just now, but he still heard the words "intellectual disability". He deduced that these books and toys should be New Year's gifts for children with intellectual disabilities.

When I was at home, Yuan Xing could receive New Year's gifts from his mother every New Year's Eve, but since he came to Beijing, he has never received anything.

Pursing his lips and looking around, Yuan Xing blinked, rolled up his sleeves and started sorting things.

He also really wants a New Year's gift.

In front of the door, Wang Jianyang and the director of the Fengguang Foundation made an appointment today to discuss the progress of cooperation.

It was the first time he came to Fengguang's place today, and he didn't expect it to be very close to Yuanxing's house.

Knowing that Yuan Xing only went to work in the afternoon, Wang Yuyang planned to go to Yuan Xing's house after chatting here, on the one hand to see how Yuan Xing was recovering, on the other hand he had been busy with work before, and hadn't seen Yuan Xing for a few days.

It just so happened that there was still a box of candy in the car, which could be given to this little guy, and maybe he could even bring him a breakfast.

Yuan Xing was a little tired after squatting in the room picking things for half an hour, and wanted to stand up and sit on the chair next to him for a rest.

Because he didn't have breakfast in the morning, he felt dizzy when he got up, his vision blurred, and he almost fell down. Fortunately, he supported the wall in time.

At the same time, a piece of candy fell out of his pocket, and Gulu Gulu rolled out of the room and onto the corridor, about to fall down the stairs.

Mister Happy's candy!

Yuan Xing rushed out, trying to catch up with the flying candy.

After Wang Jianyang finished chatting with the director, the other party offered to take him around the foundation.

The two of them were walking to the front hall when suddenly there were hurried footsteps in the upstairs corridor, as if they were running, so they looked up subconsciously.

Then a sweet candy hit Wang Yuyang's face, and at the same time, a little star fell into view.